Henry, My Thrill of Submission
Henry always said he was born to submit. And it always turned me on. He was like a moth to a flame with submission, an addict to its power and bliss. His breath quickened, his eyes lit up, and his body trembled intensely when faced with the opportunity of yielding and giving up power. For Henry, submission was not just an act, but a state of being.
He embodied it in every manner. His walk, his dress, his talk, all spoke of a never ending quest to give in to the thrill of submission. He welcomed and embraced the humiliation, the skin crawling arousal, and even the spankings and welts like they were divine gifts from the gods. That’s why I wanted to share his story with you. To document the struggle, the ecstasy and the adventure of Henry’s thrill of submission.
Table of Contents
- 1. Entering Henry’s Domain: An Eternal Thirst for Expansive Pleasure
- 2. Surrendering to Henry’s Tender Yet Stern Command
- 3. Reaching the Peaks of Ecstasy under Henry’s Mastery
- 4. Taking Flight: An Exploration of Boundary-Breaking Bliss
- Wrapping Up
1. Entering Henry’s Domain: An Eternal Thirst for Expansive Pleasure
The door opens with a heavy creak and I enter Henry’s domain, the low light from a single lamp flickering in the corner of the dark room. I’m overwhelmed by the musky aroma of fall spices and leather. My heart races faster than it ever has and I know I’m in a place of surrender, of ultimate pleasure and a rendezvous with carnal rapture.
Henry towers before me, his dominant presence tangible, his gaze magnetic. Cupping the back of my neck in his strong hands he draws me closer to him and whispers in my ear, “Tonight your pleasure is mine.” My legs waver beneath me as his words hit my core, awakening a deep craving to submit to his will and explore my innermost desires. With a gentle touch, Henry guides me to the low wooden bed in the corner and I lay down eagerly, eyes captivated by his gaze, body now an open temple to explore.
- His hands are my map to ecstasy
- His presence pulls me in like a moth to a flame
- My mind fogs and my senses become heightened, only thinking of his touch
The soft brush of fingertips lighting up every nerve, the feverish heat of his body against mine. I writer7009
2. Surrendering to Henry’s Tender Yet Stern Command
My heart pounded as I heard his gruff voice, speaking with silent strength and power, telling me my surrender was due. His stern command filled the air, reverberating and intimidating, yet my thrill lurked beneath the surface, desperate for dominion over my Rex. I felt my body respond to his dominance, a jolt of power surging through my veins, awakening my senses and creating a craving for submissiveness. I muttered a hesitant “Yes Sir” as I realized that I was completely at his mercy, and I was his to do with as he pleased.
He gazed at me with intense brown eyes, invitation visible in their depths as he slowly moved to pin me against the wall. My body shuddered as I felt the weight of his heat against me, his strong arms optimal of his desires and his intentions. In my mind’s eye all I could see were a flood of visions, the intensity of the dreamlike images arriving in their wake. I could sense his urges automatically forming, as if he was a being with a will of his own, where ‘no’ waited silently in his hands as the ultimate gift. I surrendered fully, willingly, to his tender yet stern command.
- I muttered a hesitant “Yes Sir”
- I felt my body respond to his dominance, a jolt of power
- His strong arms objective of his desires and his intentions
- I surrendered fully, willingly, to his tender yet stern command.
3. Reaching the Peaks of Ecstasy under Henry’s Mastery
My body ached with desire as Henry stepped closer. He moved slowly, deliberately, his hands caressing my every curve as he came to a stop just close enough for our breaths to mingle. My heart raced, thundering in my chest with the intensity of his touch, my lips trembling in anticipation of his kiss.
Henry didn’t move, radiating power and sexual desire. I licked my lips, my tongue running across them almost involuntarily, and it was all he could take, pushing me against the wall and crushing his lips against mine. His hands doubted me, moving across my body with confidence and surety, knowing just how to touch me and elicit the moans he desired.
I was at the mercy of Henry, my will ceding to his. I submitted willingly and eagerly, reveling in his skilled touch. Under his mastery I experienced the most intense pleasure, his hands pushing me to the heights of ecstasy until I reveled in its throes.
With a deft hand, Henry did away with my clothing, revealing my bareness for his enjoyment. He roamed my body with his eyes and hands, exploring me with sure movements. The pleasure was too intense and too tantalizing, my body quivering with each touch. Soon his tongue joined the dance, tasting every bit of me before making me his own.
As if drawn from a dream, I felt my body tensing up, every muscle contracting and pushing me toward the climactic moment I had been craving. I couldn’t do anything but surrender to this pleasure, to the peak of ecstasy I could find under Henry’s mastery.
4. Taking Flight: An Exploration of Boundary-Breaking Bliss
The Kiss
Henry and I had been together for a few weeks before we decided to take things further. I had been cautious, admittedly, about the prospect of intimacy; for even though the chemistry between us was strong, the idea of throwing my boundaries off and giving into him was intimidating. He seemed to sense my hesitation; with a delicate but determined kiss, he pressed his lips to mine. The intensity of the kiss surprised me, but only spurred me further. His hands were discrepant against my body, exploring the contours of my shape with a soft hunger. I shivered beneath his touch, a thrill of submission coursing through me.
The Taking
We made our way to the bedroom, and I yielded to his every movement as my inhibitions melted away. He was a masterful guide as we navigated the terrain of our bodies, each touch stoking the fire of my arousal. His hands were an anchor in the chaos of sensation, and I trembled each time he ran them over my chest, letting their warmth linger on my skin. As he moved over me, I found myself abandoning my fears and entering a state of extreme bliss, the kind that can only come with the surrender of trust and self-control.
Wrapping Up
As the night air swept through the room, Henry and I reflected on the thrill of submission we had just shared. We both felt a rush of pure pleasure unlike anything else we had ever experienced; the power of the moment was palpable. I felt the heat of Henry’s gaze, as I embraced the submission and my innermost desires. Our night had ended, but that gratification of mutual submission would linger with us forever.
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