Submission- Portrait of a true power exchange relationship

I eagerly await his arrival, on my knees in front of His chair.
Head bowed. Eyes open, but fixed on the floor.

Eye contact is only allowed if HE gives permission.

It is almost impossible when He walks into a room to not immediately look up and catch His glance… taking in every detail of Him greedily.

He is dark and intense- dark hair, dark eyes, and especially dark yearnings and hungers.

As soon as I hear Him enter this room, all I desire is to look up and see Him staring down at my eager, upturned face.

But I know better.
I will keep my eyes pinned to the floor like a good girl, and show Him that I understand my purpose, and that not only does He have my undying adoration, but also my respect.

His submissive is to be completely nude and freshly shaved- all over.
On her knees, head bowed, and ready to serve in whatever way He chooses to ask of her during their time together.
And so I am.

The minutes begin to tick by and I wonder if He has forgotten me. In the same breath, I know that He has not. It is my duty to wait for Him- for as long as He chooses to make me wait. Be it 5 minutes or 45, when He walks into the room, I am determined to be as I am now- perfectly still, on bended knees, head bowed, with every hair smoothed perfectly into place-

Waiting to serve.

I start to slouch slightly, my knees feeling as if they are growing into the hard floor- legs like jelly, when I suddenly hear the sharp tap of His boots.
INSTANTLY my spine becomes straight as a poker, body filled with that certain energy that only His presence can generate.

My heart is pounding. My face is on fire. My breathing immediately heavy, in anticipation of the power exchange that is to come.

I hear His boots stop at the threshold.
I know He is standing in the doorway, taking in every detail of my appearance.  I want so much to look into His eyes, searching for that hint of approval. But I don’t dare.

His steps advance until He is standing at my back.
I tremble, in spite of myself.

… is my back straight enough?
Do I make a pretty picture here on my knees?
Is HE pleased with me?

I feel a strong hand roughly stroke my hair as i continue to bow my head.
Suddenly I feel that hand tightening in my hair and pulling my head back-turning my gaze upward, to Him. I remain outwardly calm, but I  am completely giddy inside. I hear a quiet, but powerful voice come from behind me. “Look at me, Jenna”, He says sternly. I turn my eyes up to His, half frightened, half yearning, wondering if He is pleased or annoyed.

“What is your purpose, Jenna?”

To which I immediately reply in a clear, audible voice,
“To serve, obey, and please Sir”.
The small upturning of the corner of His mouth sends shivers of delight up and down my body, and as I feel the heat radiating from Him,

I can feel the wetness spreading between my legs as He tells me that I’m a good girl… HIS… good girl.

He sits down in His chair and i resume my perfectly postured position.
He leans in and tilts my chin up roughly with His hand, so that I am looking at Him again. He looks deeply into my eyes, and simply says “Show me.”

I immediately crawl forward and fit my body snugly between His legs, my arms wrapping around one of them, as I feverishly  press my face against it, rubbing back and forth, taking in the rough texture of His pants, and His beloved scent.

…showing my utter devotion and my willingness to simply give Him whatever it is that He needs. Whatever He wants. Whatever He asks for or commands.

I BELONG TO HIM.

Does this level of devotion and obedience excite you?

There is MUCH more to this story.  I will be doing a series of submission entries, but why wait?

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