Kneeling down on the hard wooden floor. The pain he felt in his knees was the least of his concern.
He knew that much more was likely to be put upon him, in time.
The door swing open sending in a shaft of light that aptly fitted the moment of her arrival.
Miss Doll entered the room. This was the sixth time in what he imagined was around five hours.
He had no physical binding or constraints. His prison was his service and his devotion to her.
No cage on her cock, no plug or dildo in her ass. Although they certainly wished for them or something, any stimulation at the grace of her want and command.
He just knelt there, naked and alone, as he was told to do.
She walked up to him as she had done on all previous occasions. He knew to keep his head and his gaze down.
His arms behind his back and hands resting on the floor.
He could smell her fragrance as she walked up to him. It was the mix of her natural scent, her perfume and now he could even smell her sex from where she had used him to pleasure herself before.
It aroused him. Her cock began to stir and fill with blood, as though the blood itself was the desire, the desire that raged in his imprisoned heart and lusted in his loins.
He tried to fight it because didn’t want to show Miss Doll his weakness. The weakness that in truth she already knew, he couldn’t control her cock without her.
She stood above him and lifted her skirt. The mixed bouquet filled his nostrils and the air around him.
She wasn’t wearing any panties and she hadn’t all day. Today she wanted him to be nothing and just to please her when she so desired.
She grabbed his hair and lifted his head.
He instinctively and obediently opened his mouth and offered his tongue.
He didn’t make eye contact.
His tongue ached in two ways. Firstly because it was exhausted from its days continuing task and secondly it ached to taste her one more time and yearned to please and worship her again.
She pushed her delectable pussy onto his tongue. The initial taste was salty due to her previous arousals and momentary statisfactions. It was like a marinade of sexual pleasure.
He hungrily licked at her. Lapping like a dog that hadn’t had a drink for hours on an exhaustively hot day.
Miss Doll said nothing as she quivered a little. As the sweetness of the fresh nectar began to flow, she pushed onto him. The juicy flesh of her pussy pressed against his mouth.
He moved his lips and squirmed them around to find her most sensitive spots. Massaging them with his tired lips and sliding his tongue inside her as she ground down onto him.
She pulled at his hair as she rode his face like a rodeo. Her heavenly murmurs of pleasure echo around the room.
The grinding became more fierce, his mouth full of Miss Doll’s most succulent fruit and now, with the force, it also covered his nose.
He couldn’t breathe, but he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t dare stop and he didn’t want to.
She rode and rode him. Pushing herself into his servant mouth as her own pleasure urged her to.
She ground into him until a gentle gasp rose from her angelic mouth and several shudders trembled through her body and exited from her groin onto his face.
It was one of her precious little, light orgasms.
She stepped away and dropped her skirt and turned away, she walked out of the room and didn’t once look at him or say a single word. She closed the door as she left.
The silence in the room seemed to boom so loudly.
He dipped his head, his mouth still moist and his tongue still savouring her flavour. He was grateful for that gift.
A little part of him wondered if or wished that she’d seen his arousal, even if it meant that she punished him.
He was here to serve Miss Doll and that was his purpose and his want.
But when he had failed her. The total lack of attention was the worst.
And she absolutely knew that to be true.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/whdwyw/his_submission_v