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

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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.