My Dom gave me an assignment, to write how I would show my submission without words. Below is the result. We hope you enjoy.
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"Come to me, pet."
And I do. As gracefully as possible, I drop to all fours and crawl across the room to you. I want to be as beautiful as I can be for you but without dressing my actions up. Crawling, I could be sexier, sway my ass, be more catlike, but that would slow me down, and before beauty, before grace, always comes obedience. So I come to you as quickly as I may.
You remain silent, commandless at this moment, and I decide that you just want to see what I do and how I do it. Because I love this, because it means so much to me, I lift my ass high in the air and drop my shoulders, my face, my lips low. Lovingly, slowly, I press my lips first to one bare instep and then the other. I stay there, my lips pressed to the thin skin of your foot, my hands wrapped around your ankles and feel myself fill with love, an intense, submissive love. Your pussy clenches and your clit tingles.
Although I can't see it, I know your cock must be thickening, swelling harder watching me. Partly because of the view, but also because you know how I've never done this in the past with others, how rarely I've wanted to do this with others, but always craved One who would accept it and all that it is for me.
A minute passes, maybe two, and I begin to kiss my way up your body. Lightly up the front of your shin, up the side of your thigh, feeling the light, dark hairs tickle my lips, making me shiver. I pause on my knees, my head against your hip, your genitals before me and I breath deep, taking your smell into me. A scent so familiar to me but also always new, slightly alien, so very not me. I let my lips run gently down the shaft and lay a soft kiss with a tiny lick at the head, but as you say nothing, indicate nothing, I don't go farther in that direction and instead continue my way up your body.
Your flat stomach, your tiny nipples, your sweeping collar bones all receive their kisses, their licks, until finally I stop, as high as I can go, my nude body pressed to yours, my lips against the pulse in your throat, feeling my own match yours, both quick, both excited, both anticipating.
My hands I have clasped behind my back and my legs are slightly parted. I want to make myself as vulnerable to you as possible, to show you with my body that it is all yours. I feel your arms wrap around me, running your hands, cool, calm, intent, over my shoulders and down my back, holding me tightly to you as you lean down, burying your face in the crook of my neck.
Unable to stop myself, my hands rise, wrapping around you. As I feel the thick hair over the soft skin of your neck, and the bones of your back against my palms, I'm filled with an almost maternal feeling. Of wanting to protect you and keep you safe, the way that you always make me feel protected and safe. We are as two hands clasping each other for warmth and comfort.
