in-heart-and-soul:

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.

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