acceptance

He says to me:

Tonight we will explore two different aspects of your submission; masochism and your ability to accept love. What they have in common is that they can be difficult for a submissive to accept. In this case, I mean my love expressed through oral pleasure.  Something that is so immensely satisfying to you, but from your perspective, demands too much of me. So, I have decided to break you of this. I cannot be happy with a submissive that I cannot taste as I please. I know you will always permit me to lick you, but I want you to eagerly anticipate this gift from your Master. I understand that it is hard for someone to be licked… in a submissive state, but I hope that experiencing how it parallels a cropping, will help.

“Get on the bed, in the position.”

I move to the head of the bed.. get on all fours and await what is to come. He surprises me, the first blow comes from no where. The sting of the crop bites my flesh and I scream out. More from the surprise than from the pain. Somehow, though, the surprise has made the pain more intense and I can’t seem to get above it.

He speaks dominant words to me again, how I wish I could have a journal and write down everything he says.. for most of his words become lost in my submission.

He hits me harder.. perhaps harder than he has ever before? Maybe not. Maybe my skin is just fragile tonight. The crop stings me. I cry out over and over as he crops me. I begin to whimper, tears collect in my eyes.

“Are you crying?”

“No.” I quietly answer.

“It sounds like you are crying. Do you like getting cropped?”

*Gulp*… how do I answer this?

“No” my body tenses for the next cropping I thought would come.

“Does it hurt?”

“yes”

The cropping continues and I feel as if I will cry.

“Do you think I will stop if you start to cry?”

“No.”

“Why do you take such pain?”

“I don’t know.” I cringe at my answer, expecting another cropping. “Because I am your submissive and it pleases you.”

The final blow hits me on the foot.. I cry out loudly… it stings for a very long time.

“Raise your head and look at me.”

Through my wet eyes and  disheveled hair… I look at him.. I see his cock… full.. erect.. harder than I have ever seen it.

“You see how much you please me and arouse me? There is no question. Look how easily you take such difficult pain. Your body absorbs it.. writhes in it, and so easily goes back into position to take more. How easy that is for you.. and yet, how difficult it is for you to accept the gentleness of my tongue on your clit. Lay back on the bed.”

I lay back. My foot still stings from the cropping. I had no idea if it would ever go away.

My Master begins to tell me that he does not care if it is viewed as wrong for a Master to give his submissive oral. He enjoys it. He enjoys being able to unlock the secrets of my body and beckon the pleasure out. He wants me to enjoy it. To not worry about how long he is down there. He is down there for as long as he wishes. After all, my body is his. He can do with it however he chooses. There will be times where he will be down there till my orgasm breaks. There may be times when he will replace his tongue with cock. Or there will be those times when he just wants to taste his cunt. These are not things for me to worry about. As his submissive, I must accept these gifts of love. For he loves me very much.

He moves between my legs and my body opens up to him. I feel the pleasure his tongue creates. One finger, then two slide into me. I feel that familiar touch. He knows my body. He knows how to touch me to make me cum. I cum for him… I feel it build and build. I feel as though I am cumming for minutes as the pleasure slowly builds and holds and finally crashes into my full orgasm. I scream out in pleasure. As the orgasm begins to settle.. his tongue continues. I know he wants me to have another… but I cannot. My clit has become so sensitive, I can’t take it. I have to push my Master away.

As I lay back in post orgasmic bliss, I realize my foot does not sting anymore.. AND I have learned a very valuable lesson in my submission. For my Master.. I accept. I accept all that he wishes to give me, because I love him more than anything in this world.