all his life he had been a leader...job, home....and definitely i the bedroom. he was a gifted and thoughtful lover, but his word was action...and he spanked when necessary.
about a year ago fantasies of submission had suddenly burst into his dreams. he thought it would be a creative endeavor, a passing fancy. but no....the need to submit grew until it was crescendo in his head.
all his life he had loved the hows, whys...the ways of women. women fascinated and intrigued him with their beautiful complexities. and now this appreciation had become a need to please. somehow he had reached a point where he needed to serve, to sacrifice...to do anything for a woman who would lead.
perhaps the urge had become so strong in him it shone, but he had a surprising encounter with a waitress while out to lunch. it happened an hour ago; he was still shaking.
it started when she arrived at his table. she was at least 15 years younger, with wild hair and intense, penetrating brown eyes. he was at a table for two, seated with his back to the window. she arrived with his menu,but did not give it to him. she just stood, staring. for an uncomfortable amount of time she continued. then she said,
" i can't see you well enough...move to the other side of the table."
for a moment he stared, shocked..."what?" he stuttered.
"you heard me. hurry up! or there will be consequences!" she ordered.
his face flushed...his ears roared, like the ocean was in them. "MOVE!" she again command, loudly enough for a couple nearby to notice. his legs were so weak e could barely stand, yet he moved.
when he had switched seats, she laughed, and said, "i knew it".
she held the menu out, but just as he was about to take it she dropped it on the floor, near the couple's table. "get on the floor and get it,"she said.
again he flushed, and moved in shock to his knees. at her feet, the couple now watching in amazement, he picked up the menu.
about a year ago fantasies of submission had suddenly burst into his dreams. he thought it would be a creative endeavor, a passing fancy. but no....the need to submit grew until it was crescendo in his head.
all his life he had loved the hows, whys...the ways of women. women fascinated and intrigued him with their beautiful complexities. and now this appreciation had become a need to please. somehow he had reached a point where he needed to serve, to sacrifice...to do anything for a woman who would lead.
perhaps the urge had become so strong in him it shone, but he had a surprising encounter with a waitress while out to lunch. it happened an hour ago; he was still shaking.
it started when she arrived at his table. she was at least 15 years younger, with wild hair and intense, penetrating brown eyes. he was at a table for two, seated with his back to the window. she arrived with his menu,but did not give it to him. she just stood, staring. for an uncomfortable amount of time she continued. then she said,
" i can't see you well enough...move to the other side of the table."
for a moment he stared, shocked..."what?" he stuttered.
"you heard me. hurry up! or there will be consequences!" she ordered.
his face flushed...his ears roared, like the ocean was in them. "MOVE!" she again command, loudly enough for a couple nearby to notice. his legs were so weak e could barely stand, yet he moved.
when he had switched seats, she laughed, and said, "i knew it".
she held the menu out, but just as he was about to take it she dropped it on the floor, near the couple's table. "get on the floor and get it,"she said.
again he flushed, and moved in shock to his knees. at her feet, the couple now watching in amazement, he picked up the menu.
