Submission
I want to do what he tells me.
Even when it’s hard.
Even when it’s not what I want.
Even when it hurts me.
I don’t get angry if he says no.
I asked to cum yesterday. No, I begged. “Please can I cum? Please please please ❤️”
“Why?”, he asked.
I tried to argue that I’d been really well-behaved – that i had not only reached, but exceeded the goals I’ve set for myself. That I was really horny and he almost never says yes. That I was a good girl and I needed to and I deserved to.
It didn’t work.
“You can have a ruin. I don’t want you cumming this month.”
My world crashed, and my hope shattered, and I nearly cried. I was so desperate to cum I could barely think, and a ruin would make it worse, and he knew it would.
But this is the height of my submission.
Even when it’s hard.
Even when I don’t want to.
Even when I ache for more.
I don’t argue.
“Yes Sir. Thank you.”
He smiles. “Good girl.”
Good girl.