royb8771: bannableoffense:bannableoffense:erogenousmind:thelavishsociety:Kylie Rae | LVSH“I want to
royb8771: bannableoffense: bannableoffense: erogenousmind: thelavishsociety: Kylie Rae | LVSH “I want to serve you. Please?” She always asks so nicely. Always knows how to address you. How to offer herself. How could you say no? She is on her knees, that look of devotion in her eyes. She stares up at you. Something inside you begins to stir, ready to enjoy her service. She edges closer to you and then, remembering herself, lowers her eyes. Her excitement is still palpable as she speak, her voice meek, differential. “May I rub your feet?” You smile warmly and nod. She is so well trained. The pleasure she feels from touching you is intoxicating, and she knows how much you enjoy a foot rub at the end of a long day, but she always ask permission first. You are in control, and she never forgets it. You let out a sigh as she begins to massage your feet. She has learned exactly how to touch you. You can feel the tension melting away, not just from your extremities, but throughout your body. “This feels so right.” The words drip like honey from her mouth. You can see she really is enjoying this as much as you are. She only wants to please. “I am where I am supposed to be. At your feet, pleasing you. I don’t need to make decisions, you are in control.” She emphasizes her words with pressure exactly where it feels best, where it is most wanted. “Would you like me to caress you calves as well?” You casually wonder how she always knows exactly what you want as you permit her hands to wander higher up your legs. The two of you are so perfectly in sync. Her fingers are soft, yet strong. She has practiced, dedicated herself to being the best submissive she can be. You raise your hand and gently run your fingers through her hair, her head still respectfully tilted down. You see her shiver in response, recognizing the reward, delighting in the feel of your hand on her skin. “Thank you,” she gasps. “Thank you for allowing me to serve. Being able to please is all the reward I need. You don’t need to do anything for me. It’s enough to be able to be in your thrall, on my knees, tending to you every need. May I provide for all your needs? Is it alright for me to ask?” There is nothing you would like more, and you tell her so. Her eyes rise and she stares straight ahead, still unwilling to make eye contact again. You can see how bright the smile on her face has become. “I love to give you everything you need. I love giving you all of me, helping you to relax and unwind. You do so much for me, giving me purpose. It feels so right that I can do for you. Let your obedient sub relax you, drawing all the tension out of your tired muscles.” With that she begins to gently nuzzle your legs, her warm, wet breath soothing them even more. “I want so much to make you feel good. To help you relax. You make your control seem so effortless, and all I want to do is repay you, to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Is it alright if I stand and rub your shoulders?” Again the thought has barely formed in your mind, and she is asking to attend your every want. She has been hesitant in the past to stand, always wanting to demonstrate physically her place. But the need to serve is too powerful. She can make you feel good and that is more important to her. Your desires are more important. She snakes her way up your body, her hands gliding along your body, both of you relishing the contact. And then she is behind you, her hands kneading your shoulders, the base of her palms gently digging into your back. She purrs into your ear: “It feels so good to be of service. There is nothing I want more than to be allowed to touch you. To give you exactly what you want. To give of myself.” You settle back into your chair as her hands begin to caress you neck. You can feel the individual muscles relaxing. There is no comfort that quite rivals being tended to in this way. Basking in your own dominance. It feels so right. You feel so… “…powerful.” she breathes. You notice that her voice has changed and wonder if she is starting entrance herself. It wouldn’t be the first time, she had gotten lost in you. Touching and adoring and focusing so deeply. “You are in control. In control of this situation. In control of me. I only act to serve your will. I have entrusted you with my mind as you trust me to serve. You have trained me so well. You can relax and know that I will do exactly as you desire. Pleasuring you.” Your mind wanders to the pleasure you know she can provide, and how eagerly she will do so. You allow your eyes to close for a moment and let a gentle moan escape your lips. The thoughts she has put in your head mixed with the reality of her touch is just so…perfect. You bask in that touch. “It is my place to serve. You allow me to serve, and I am grateful.” Her voice is becoming more monotone as one of her hands finds its way into your hair, the tips of her fingers massaging your scalp just how you have told her to. “I want to show you how good I can make you feel. How well I can serve. You don’t need to act at all. You control me so completely, I will act as you desire. Let me show you. Let me show you how well I can please. Let me show you how much I can relax you. It’s automatic now, I know exactly how you need to be touched. Without even thinking, I can be made to please you perfectly. May I please show you?” A moment passes and you realize she is waiting for a response, so obedient has she become. You slowly, deliberately nod your head as she drags her fingers through your hair, her other hand continuing to sooth away the last of the stress in your shoulders. “Mmm,” she sighs. “It feels so good to show you how much I can help you relax. Without thinking, I can touch you exactly how you need. All of the training. I can remember all the deep, mindless, blissful trances, learning exactly how to touch you, how to feel all of you. How to please all of you. Learning how effortless your control can feel. It is automatic now. Without thinking, my fingers relax you so deeply. Without thinking, I can make your head sag and your eyes close. And the thoughts would only get in the way. It should be automatic. Responding to the training, to the feelings. And so there are no more thoughts as my hands begin to wander, knowing all of your body’s secrets. Feeling all of the ways to touch you to help you let go. Without thinking.” Her hands are roaming now, every touch exactly where you need it. Deeply pleasurable, but unbelievably relaxing. You sink deeper into the chair, leaning into her hands, relaxing into her touch. Your body being explored by her fingers without thought. “And the more I touch, the better it feels, the more you relax, and the less we need thoughts. We just feel. Feel your power over me. Feel how effortless your control can be. It just happens, without thinking. And without thought you can relax more. Focusing on my touch as I focus on serving and helping you go deeper. And without thinking, you can go deeper. Without thinking you can respond automatically and relax under my touch. Without thinking, you can let go of all thought. “No more thinking…” ♥ I’m in juuust the right mood to bring this back That is a great one One of the best…..mutual submission writings……..EVER. -- source link