This is My Idea of Submission - What is yours?
MY IDEA OF SUBMISSION!
I meet you outside of your workplace.
I tell you not to ask any questions, or say anything.
You are not to touch, or remove the blindfold which I will place over your eyes.
You are to surrender to whatever happens next.
You are asked to promise
and I wait
doing nothing
saying nothing
until you promise.
Then I immediately blindfold you and say nothing more to you.
I lead you to the car, open the door, place you in your seat and buckle you in.
I drive for about an hour, all the time maintaining the silence between us.
That silence becomes deafening to you.
I stop the car, get out, close my door and walk away leaving you strapped in, and blindfolded in the car not knowing where you are.
Fifteen minutes later your car door is opened, you are unbuckled, and you are helped out of the car.
A hand steadies you as you try to stand upon getting out of the car.
You hold on to the hand to balance yourself and the realization comes upon you that that hand is not mine.
That same hand traces a path down your body from your shoulders, down your arms, your side, your legs and you feel the person stoop as your left leg is lifted, and your left shoe is removed.
The process is repeated on your right side, and your right shoe is removed.
You are lead forward, feeling grass beneath your bare feet until you are stopped, and you hear keys jingle, as apparently a door is being opened.
You are lead through the door and it closes behind you.
You do not know where you are, nor who is with you, and no-one has uttered a word to you.
You are lead up seventeen stairs.
You count them.
Your heart is racing
You are breathless
Scared
Anxious
Strangely excited by what is to happen next.
You are lead into a room and left to stand.
You hear footsteps as someone else comes into the room.
You feel a hand on your back and the zip to your dress is unzipped.
The hand removes your dress and you stand there only in your underwear.
You feel the hand again, this time on your bare back, and you feel your bra unhooked, and you feel as it falls away, leaving you exposed.
You feel the hand again, this time on your thighs, then on your derriere, and you feel your panties get pulled down, and uncontrollably you lift your feet, one at a time, so that your panties can be removed.
You are now naked, and you still have no idea where you are, nor who is there in the room with you, looking at you, in all of your naked glory.
You are lifted bodily by two pairs of hands and put to lie face down upon a bed
You hear footsteps leaving, and a door close
You strain to listen
to hear
to hear anything that will tell you what is going on, or who is in the room with you.
You wait
scared, expectant, and breathless
for something to happen
for anything to happen
And for a long while
Nothing happens.
Then suddenly you feel hands on your body giving you a massage.
The hands are massaging your neck and your shoulders.
What is that?
Another pair of hands is massaging your back.
Oh no.
Another pair of hands is massaging your derriere
And yet another massaging your legs
No, not your legs ... your right thigh.
And now another pair is on your left thigh.
How many people is that?
Where did they all come from?
Were they in here all of the time, seeing you naked?
What has your Master planned for you?
You hope that one of those pairs of hands belongs to your Master
But you are not sure
You cannot tell which one is his: if any of them are his at all
Just as suddenly as the hands started to touch you, they all stopped
and were pulled away.
Time passes slowly.
You are straining again to try to hear if anything is being said.
But all you hear
is silence.
Why won't somebody say something or tell you what is going to happen?
You hear a zipper
You hear the rasping of cloth as pants are pulled off.
Then another piece of clothing is removed.
Can it be underwear?
Can it be a man's underwear being removed?
And you are naked on a bed?
You think about removing the blindfold
( something that you know that you would never do, because you gave
your word to your Master and you would rather die, than break your word to him )
removing that blindfold to find out what is going on
Suddenly you feel hands grab your left wrist
another set of hands grab your right wrist
yet another your left ankle
and still another your right ankle
You are turned to lie on your back on the bed.
You feel restraints put on to your wrists and ankles and you are tied to the bedposts.
Naked
Exposed
Helpless
Tied
Open, and available to all who are there and you cannot protect yourself.
And at least one of those people has no pants nor underwear on.
What is that?
A voice.
A familiar voice.
Your Master's voice.
Relief.
He is here.
You are safe.
Huh?
What is the voice saying?
The voice says that he has to go
that he will be back
that they can do anything that they want to you.
Anything that they want?
to me?
NOOO!
Do not leave!
Please do not leave me Master.
You hear these thoughts in your head
but you were told not to speak
nor to ask any questions
and you promised
so you tremble
in silence
fear getting the better part of you at first
fear
fear that becomes
purposeful resolve
you will endure
you must endure
you will not disappoint him
if this is what he wants
then he shall have it.
You do not understand why he would want this
but you trust that he knows what he is doing
and that he will always ensure your well-being.
You hear footsteps
The door opens and then closes.
Footsteps go down the steps.
The front door closes.
The car door opens.
The engine starts.
The car drives off.
Oh God!
You are here alone.
Really all alone now.
And you hold your breath
and wait
and wait
and wait
when will he?
when will they?
Minutes feel like hours
how long has passed?
You do math
to figure out how long it will take your Master to return
so that you will know
how much of this
of whatever this is
that you will have to endure
and for how long
It took about an hour to get here
so it will take my Master maybe an hour to get to wherever he went
then maybe a half of an hour there
I hope no more than that
then another hour to get back here
that will be two and a half hours before he gets back
I just have to endure
how long has passed?
Suddenly you feel lips on your lips
you are being kissed
being kissed by your Master.
He removes your blindfolds.
He removes the restraints.
You look around
only he, and you are in the room
where are the other people?
And then you understand
he was with you all of the time
he had never left.
The other people were the ones who had left in the car
you should have known that your master would never
never ever
put you in a position where he would not be there to protect you
to ensure your safety.
He was just testing the level of your trust in him
and your obedience to his instructions.
You look at his face
and you look into his eyes
and you see pride
you see appreciation
you see love
yes love.
Life cannot get any better than this.
Belonging to someone
and trusting them
to take care of you in all ways and at all times.
Yes
everything is based on trust
trust and respect
otherwise you have nothing of substance to stand the test
of time.
I love you Master!
and you realize
that everything that you were thinking
that you had said aloud
for anyone to hear
and your Master had heard
all that you had been thinking since he had removed the blindfolds.
And you are thankful for the Dominant/submissive relationship which you share with your Master
You are thankful because you know that in a vanilla relationship
one can never know how much your partner trusts you
or will be loyal to you
because situations of that nature to test them, do not regularly occur
and sadly only when one does
only then
do you realize
that the people who you thought that you could depend on
are the very people
who will not be there, when you need them the most.
Thank you Master from rescuing me from the life of predictability in a
vanilla relationship.
And now you do not mind
if you have spoken that last thought aloud
because you want your Master to know
that you are as certain as you have ever been
that you made the right decision
to surrender to him
You belong to him
and he owns you
Mind
Heart
Body
and Soul
and you would have it
no other way!
Could you - a white woman - want to be submissive to a black man? Why would you want to?
Would you - a white woman - want to be owned by a black man? Why would you want to?
Would you - a white man - want your white wife to be submissive to, and to be owned by a black man? Why would you want that?
I - a black man - want to own a submissive white woman.
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