Yes

“Yes, Sir.” The words tumbled out of my mouth without thought. And just like that, I was his.

Instead of standing up from the chair I slumped forward onto the floor and crawled towards him. Bill spread his knees wide apart. I got myself low by his feet, unwilling to look up at him. To look up at his bulging groin. To gaze upon the object of my devotion.

“Kneel.”

Wordlessly I obeyed. I felt an odd mix in that position. I was so small in front of this man, so insignificant and powerless. But I also felt safe, protected by him. As long as I kept doing as I was told. Still I kept my eyes low and I dared not touch him.

“Worship.”

The flood of relief was truly intoxicating. Having permission to touch him meant that I didn’t have to be deprived of what I wanted. Of what I needed. My hands climbed up his legs and my eyes followed them. I kissed his knees, then his thighs, getting closer to my destination. His erection pointed towards me down one pant leg. I placed my head against the fabric and rubbed it. I couldn’t hold back a moan as I felt his firmness against my cheek.

I wanted so badly to see it and to touch it directly. It wasn’t my place to ask anything of him, however, so I said nothing. I feared that he would keep denying me, that I would never be rewarded for my obedience. Inside my head I could hear the words “please I need it please I want it please may I have it” and I was certain that I would die if I didn’t scream them out soon! But I needn’t have worried; he could read my mind.

“Yes.”

I felt a lump in my throat as I carefully undid his pants. I reached in and felt the heat of his fire. My hand was electrified by the power of his sexual prowess as I drew out his magnificent cock. Despite my desire to do every depraved thing I could think of to it, I waited patiently for his instructions.