thinking-mans-submissive: “What do you need?” i stood in silence, suddenly feeling foolish and embar
thinking-mans-submissive: “What do you need?” i stood in silence, suddenly feeling foolish and embarrassed by my urgent, early-morning intrusion into His day.“If you can’t ask for it, I can’t give it to you.What do you need, Wesley.”i looked Him in the eyes and thought about my answer. After a few seconds of heavy silence, i timidly replied.“i need You inside me … without a condom. i need You to cum in me … to kiss me and make love to me. i need You to take charge. i need … it to hurt sometimes … to feel pain and be afraid. i …. i don’t want …”“No. Stop. Phrase everything positively. Tell me what you need in the affirmative, not the negative.” I contemplated what He meant by that and then continued.“… i need it to hurt … because i want …”“Need,” He corrected.“…need to feel taken … and used; i need to feel overpowered and, mostly … i need to not be in control. Oh … sorry. i guess that’s kinda cheating.” He smiled and i relaxed a bit.i shifted from one foot to another and waited for Him to say or do something.“Go on,” He said. Clearly, He wanted more.i’d gotten hard just speaking these truths, so i rushed forward, unfiltered, before my mind could catch up with my dick. “i need You to want me like no other Man ever has and to claim me and never let me go. i need to feel safe and protected. i need You to discipline me and teach me how to be everything You need. i need You to assert Yourself and use me in whatever ways give You pleasure, satisfaction, and happiness. i need to be raped … sometimes.” Those last words seemed to hang in the air and i instantly wished i could take them back. Raped? What the fuck was that about?? Would He understand what i meant when i wasn’t really sure i knew myself?With a knowing smile still on His face, he slowly removed His glasses and neatly laid them on the kitchen counter.“Thank you. I know that was difficult. Stating what you need doesn’t mean I’m going to give it to you. That would make me an order-taker, don’t you think? The thing is, Wesley, I’ve known all this for a while; you’re very transparent in your needs and insecurities.”Slowly, as if not to spook me, He reached for the back of my neck and held me in His clutch. “You’ve made me very happy today, Wesley. Now let me explain to you what I need. Now that you’ve essentially given me consent, I need you to remember this conversation, because I’m not going to pay much attention to anything you say after today.” He paused to let the implications of that sink in. “And now, we need to address the fact that you showed up at my door unannounced and without permission.”i shuddered at the sudden dip in His tone. With a firm squeeze of His hand, He pulled me up against His hard chest and pointed my face upward to His. He laid His forehead against mine as our breath mingles in the small space between us. “I’ve been waiting for a good excuse to redden your sweet ass… not that I ever really needed one. I just wanted to hear you admit your need for it.” Leaning in, He placed a gentle kiss on my lips that instantly had me reaching up for more, my mouth opening instinctively. But He pulled away. “Go get my belt off the nightstand in my bedroom and undress while you’re there. Bring me the belt and grip the kitchen table with your legs spread at shoulders length apart. This is my home, and until I move you in here permanently, you will never show up unannounced or without permission again. Now go.” -- source link