dominantenough: missubmiss: My place is to serve. Sexually, domestically, completely. After affixing
dominantenough: missubmiss: My place is to serve. Sexually, domestically, completely. After affixing the nipple clamps and spanking my ass to a rosy red, he sat on the couch, picked up the paper, and wordlessly extended his legs. I quickly discerned his desire, and assumed the position, grunting as he dropped his ankles onto my back. Unfortunately for me it was the Sunday paper, and he liked to read it cover to cover. With each turning page, the clamps felt heavier and heavier, but I cleared my mind ignored my aching back and still burning cheeks, allowing the joy of my service to him to flood through me, overriding every physical ache and pain. When he finishes the business section, he drapes it over your head. Now you can’t even relax your neck. It wouldn’t do to let the paper slide off; he might want to look back at that section. So you keep your head up, even as he adds the local news, the arts section, and the special travel insert. Periodicially he shifts his feet on your back, and eventually he kicks off his shoes. The folded pages lie like blinders beside your face, blocking your view of everything, even him. You don’t know how many sections there are, so it’s only by his stillness and the sound of his steady breathing that you eventually realize he’s finished the whole thing and decided to doze for a while. But the clamps on your nipples keep you alert, and the slow trickle of your own wetness down your thighs keeps your mind from wandering to anything but contemplation of your servitude and hope that it will be found adequate. Your discomfort and fatigue are a small price to pay for his carefree relaxation. -- source link