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This is the third installment of a story I began in January. The plot is settled but the scenes and details have required more time than anticipated. The curve of the plot is shifting to the couple Maris and Jon (aka serge).
I hope the readers will pardon my errors of grammar.
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Six
The dead air of the cell call was my last discussion with the woman I was in love with. Her needs were not quite aligned with my dreams but I had contemplated life without her and decided I would settle to have Maris in my life most of the time. The nightmare of my visit to the Lab still reminded me that I was just one of the people she could love. My reflection regarding her new requirements had led me to search for answers and I'd found a clear guide on-line; a website run by a dominant female; hsQueen.
Allowing Maris to become such a Queen would mean I would allow her to make the rules and determine how my obedience would affect my emotional life. I looked at the images this dominant woman had posted and I'd read her words. I spent an hour studying her notes on her blog. But her thoughts wouldn't necessarily apply. Her back posts were eighteen months deep and she was not a novice. The world this woman had created and posted were enlightening as to how my Maris might become. I paused realizing this research could undermine my lover and me. It was her decision that would matter. I shut the window and closed the cpu.
I went for a walk to clear my head. The changes that Maris wanted or could bring filled my head. The nature of queen site was more about lifestyle than sexuality. The couple of images I saw were focused on her directing her lover but with a feminine lead. I could see myself in the role as a male concubine though I held some hope that Maris might see a marriage in her plan. The nature of my submission still hadn't completely formed in my head but seeing these lead females didn't bring me pause.
I had also visited sites that were much more provocative. Seeing the various alternative lifestyles that the domfems exhibited I worried. The sampling of images showing women truly pushing the limits was troublesome. The possibilities that Maris and me could evolve and that our sexual behavior might cause a complete shift of my mind was real.
Therefore how would I remain as I was drawn to her flame.
'Seduction begins with the words you whisper in his ear, the pictures you paint in his mind'
She wasn't pushing me away and therefore I would help her prioritizing our life. She still loved me. I'd somehow committed to being with her. It was the longing for intimacy and something else. I was curious. Where she would take us?
When she arrived home from Philly I was in our bedroom and she stopped seeing me. I sat on the bed with a dim light illuminating the room. I remained quiet and watched her turned toward the kitchen. My note of apology was printed and waiting. So was the simple dinner I'd prepared as well as a glass of wine. The late evening light beautifully lit the other rooms of the apartment as the fading sun's glow streaked across the floor.
My world was on the line and the Letter was my only hope that Maris would forgive my intrusion at the Lab. I could only wish that what I'd seen could mark the re-start of our relationship rather than the end. Her interludes would not be of my concern from this day forward. That was difficult to accept. I still had trouble understanding how compliant I had become. In truth I had always been so and she now understood how she could move me.
Only by making myself, what could only be described as a deferential man, a submissive, would Maris allow me to remain in her life. I still hoped to become her husband. I had wasted much of the past forty-eight hours trying to resolve an alternative but she had been utterly absolute without demanding. She had said 'from this point forward you shall never question nor hinder my adventures'.
The Letter started by defining my error and my regret for entering the Lab. She would need a few minutes to read the details. I felt conflicted because I had not acted from selfishness. I had decided that I didn't want to lose her. I heard her moving the stool and her heels banged on the tile floor. I had written several versions of the Letter yet only one had made me aware of my true feelings toward Maris. I loved her, even if I wouldn't be the only person she might need to love. Her world would take over mine. Her needs would cover mine and define me from now forward if she could see the love rather than my error in judgment. My support of her adventurous sexuality was difficult for me for I hadn't needed to stray. The pain of the last few days still stung but I would try and adapt.
I must have dozed off for I awoke with a start to see her standing in the doorway.
She held her black dress aside, the hem in her right hand and I saw her exposed and naked pussy. The taut straps of her garter suspender were across her nearly white thighs. I saw she wore a pair of black tall heels. She seemed to be smoldering. Her figure was backlit from the lights in the Living room beyond. Her long hair was down. She looked so beautiful. It was now late evening and Maris was partially concealed by the shadows but I could see her left hand and her finger said 'come here'.
Without thinking I slipped to the floor onto my knees. I shimmy across the floor as she giggled softly. Now I was at her feet and I looked up to Maris. She smiled down and spread her legs wider. Her heels touched the doorframe. I had stated in my note that if she would allow me to remain I would find a way to keep myself in check and love her even more. I had decided that she was my world and I would allow her to decide how to love me, whether to love me, when to love me.
With that briefest gesture she had summoned me to lick her pussy. I could smell her arousal and her subtle breathing. She was aroused. As my eyes adjusted to the darkened room I could see she was moist, wet from my written declarations and her own desires having finished my note. She was stirred by the control I'd offered her. I'd stated that I'd come to realize that her power over me had begun at the start, at the Farmers Market all those months ago. I now could see myself only with a lens that was her love.
I didn't speak nor did I try to touch her. I lifted up on my knees so that my mouth was near to her body and her sex. I closed my eyes and extended my tongue. A moment later she moved her mons to touch just the tip of my tongue. She held us both still. Maris leaned forward and I saw her breasts swing free of the dress.
"I know enough of what I must do." Her voice quivered, "I will begin tonight and each day I will bring more intensity to my role. You will slowly begin to understand how I want you. And from this point forward you will respond to me as 'serge'. Do I make myself clear serge?"
I opened my eyes and nodded slightly, my tongue just at the upper edge of her partially hooded clitoris. I closed my eyes and she began to move so that my tongue loved her. The nectar was drawing me to her but she was controlling the pace. I was the instrument of this sexual event but it was her motion and action. I had relinquished my role as the sexual lead.
"The term serge is your future goal, 'a sudden powerful forward movement', serge will be my sometime lover, my housemate and help me fulfill my needs as a mother, for having a child."
She now pushed her pussy across my tongue, "Use your whole mouth serge. Love my pussy."
As her body responded to my mouth she only moaned softly. Then as Maris neared her orgasm she put her hands on both sides of my head and pulled me to her body.
"Yes serge, I'm using you to fuc, no to fulfill my simple needs. Your chastity is now mine. I'll decide how and when you're allowed to release from this night forward."
She moaned as she moved my head a little lower.
"Lick me where I want. Lick my ass rim serge."
I could reach just the front edge of her anus; the taste was a bit musky. Her stance restricted my rimming her opening. Her legs buckled a bit as her orgasm began.
"My ass has become so essential to my sexuality."
She moaned and stopped speaking for a moment.
