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Serving Her
Our world
has not always been kind to women and sadly much of it still is not.
Though
coveted for their beauty, intellect and insight they have often been relegated
to be
trophys
of war, excuses for war and abandoned to rebuild society by their own hands.
Civilization
has progressed and, with that, the stature of women has progressed.
Within my
lifetime I have seen a growing awareness of the worth, the equality and eventually
the superiority of women.
I don*t
imagine myself some martyr for the sins of men but am happy to live in a
time when
the tide is turning.
Cinema
and literature have embraced the heroic female image.
Women now
direct the course of companies and countrys.
My
youthful fantasies are vindicated but certainly not realized.
The
emergence of the dominant woman does not threaten but enhances the progress
of
civilization.
I
postulate that the more advanced a society the more exhalted are its* women and
the
greater
its* compassion for the poor, the elderly and the children.
Why is it
strange that some men just love the mystery and mind and pleasure of women? Or,
beyond that, why many feel the desire and need to adore and worship the
feminine aspect of the universe.
No one
questions that much of the world bows
before deitys that are exclusively male
and have
led the world into carnage time and again.
I don*t
view submission to feminine authority as a weakness but a recognition that the
pendulum has swung too far for too long toward the
baser of masculine tendencies.
This is a
scenario of how through sensuality fetish and mutual respect we can hasten the
tide of progress toward feminine dominance and
how the deeper the submission to the Goddess the quicker will be that
tide
.
Some
might consider it a burden to sleep on the floor beside her bed but, for me, it
is not.
Firstly,
because it pleases her when I submit to her fully and being beneath her is a
position
of honor.
Secondly,
I love the sound of her gentle sighs as she falls asleep between satin sheets
in
comfort and luxury.
Thirdly,
She knows that my discomfort is voluntary as I await her needs and shiver
in
anticipation for the opportunity to please her again.
Should
she need to arise in the night she may warm her feet on my body as I place her
slippers
on her feet.
She may
choose not to walk and with a word she orders me into pony position and
gracefully
rides me to her bathroom.
There, I
am permitted to attend her in her most intimate moments.
I am
allowed to caress and clean her lovely body.
I apply
lotions and powders and am grateful she has chosen me for this pleasure.
She has
hinted that my duties might be expanded.
She
teases me with the promise of her warm champagne but does not offer.
She wants
me to beg for a taste, to willingly express my love and submission.
The
thought makes me more nervous than the first time I asked a girl for a date but
I will overcome my shyness and admit my desire to belong to her and serve as
she chooses.
I do want
to please her but sometimes I am in error and must be punished.
It is so
sensual lying on her lap as she reddens my bottom for minor mistakes.
She loves
her cane and I know she enjoys whipping me. I admit I have messed up
on
purpose to incur her wrath.
I
willingly present my bottom as her target and can only imagine the satisfied
smile on
her
pretty lips as she delivers her strokes. With parted lips and slightly flushed
from her exertion she is so beautiful I want her to whip me again.
Instead
she has me kneel at her feet and remove the polish from her toes.
I bring a
basin with warm fragrant water for her feet. While she soaks, I kneel beside
her
holding a tray with her drink and hors doeuvres.
I
lovingly dry her feet and carefully apply a fresh color to her toes.
When her
polish is renewed I am allowed to kiss her soles and place her strappy open
toed
heels on her feet.
She wants
to see how it looks and has me lie before her full mirror. She steps upon
me with
the regal bearing of an Empress. Her sharp heels take my breath as she
prances
and turns upon me, examining how the light reflects on her glistening toes.
She is
pleased with the results and as she dismounts me, her living pedestal, bids me
to clean
the room and prepare for sleep.
As I
enter the bedroom she is lying on her side with the satin cover positioned as
to
expose
her pristine bottom. I massage her from head to feet and am dismissed with a gentle kick.
She tells
me I did well today and can kiss her goodnight.
I kneel
beside her bed and give her ass the most passionate kiss I can achieve.
She
rewards me with a laugh and wiggle of her tushy as though I had tickled her.
She tells
me it is time for sleep now. I reach for the chain attached to the leg of her
bed
and
attach it to the ring at the base of my chastity device. The only key that can
free me
hangs
from her golden ankle chain. I position
myself to be ready for her future needs.
I adore her gentle sighs as she relaxes between
her satin sheets in luxury and comfort.
Tonight I
do not feel shy. Tonight I will embrace the pleasure of serving my Goddess.
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