I Put My Submissive on His Knees and Gave Him an Order

Damián had been kneeling in the center of my room for twenty minutes and I still hadn’t spoken to him. I liked making him wait. Every second of silence was a reminder of who was in charge there, and he understood it perfectly: head bowed, hands still on his thighs, his breathing growing shorter as uncertainty devoured him. His cock was already half hard between his legs, pressing against his thigh, betraying what his mouth didn’t dare ask for.

I walked toward him barefoot, unhurried, letting the sound of my steps on the wood be the only thing filling the room. I stopped right in front of him.

—Do you know why you’re here? —I asked.

—Yes, ma’am.

—No. You have no idea. —I lifted his chin with one finger, forcing him to hold my gaze—. You think you’re here to have fun. You think this is a game. Tonight you’re going to learn the difference between wanting something and deserving it.

I had met him three weeks earlier, at a boring dinner full of people who talked too much and dared too little. He was the only one who, when I held his gaze a second too long, looked away instead of smiling smugly. That small surrender told me everything I needed to know. Men who think they own the world are easy to ignore. The ones who hide a desire to kneel are far more interesting.

And this one was trembling with need.

—Take off what you’ve got left —I ordered, stepping back.

He obeyed clumsily, with nervous fingers, until he stood completely naked on the rug. He didn’t try to cover himself. I liked that. Shame is delicious when it’s offered without resistance. His cock rose inexorably the moment he freed it from his underwear, long, taut, the tip already wet with anticipation. A clear bead of precum slid down his glans and he didn’t even bother hiding it.

—Look at you —I said, circling him slowly—. A grown man, on his knees, with a cock hard as a rock because of a woman who hasn’t even touched you yet. Turns you on, doesn’t it? Don’t lie. Lying with me gets punished.

—It turns me on, ma’am.

—I know. It shows in every inch of you.

I dragged the tip of my foot along the inside of his thigh, slowly moving higher, until I barely brushed his balls. He let out a strangled gasp and his cock jerked on its own, begging for more. I gave him nothing more.

—Don’t even think about coming —I warned him—. If you come without permission, you’re getting kicked out like this, cock hanging out and hands empty. Understood?

—Understood, ma’am.

I crouched in front of him and spoke slowly, savoring every word. I wanted him to understand that there was nothing improvised about what was about to happen, that every gesture of that night was calculated to break him down piece by piece.

—I’m going to take away everything you think you are —I said—. Your pride, your impatience, your habit of giving orders. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll know how to ask for things. And you’ll learn to do it patiently.

He nodded, throat dry, unable to form a reply. I ran my thumb over his lower lip and felt him tremble under my touch. I pried his mouth open with that same finger and pushed it in all the way, until I felt him choke on it for a moment. He didn’t pull away. He started sucking it, obediently, eyes closed, as if his life depended on that finger.

—Good boy —I murmured, slowly taking it out—. You’re going to suck everything I put in your mouth tonight. And you’re going to say thank you.

That shiver was mine. Everything in him, at that moment, belonged to me.

***

I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, leaving him below, in his place. I was wearing a short black silk robe and nothing underneath. I knew exactly the effect that had on a man who was already on the verge of losing his mind.

—Come here —I said—. On your knees. Don’t you dare stand up.

Damián came forward crawling, eyes fixed on the floor, until he was in front of me. I could hear his ragged breathing. I could feel the heat coming off his body, all that restrained desire he had no permission to release. His cock swung between his legs with each step, already dripping onto the wood.

—Put your hands on the floor. Don’t touch me until I tell you to. And don’t touch yourself either. That cock doesn’t belong to you tonight.

I leaned down toward him and spoke very close to his ear, low enough that he had to strain to hear me.

—You’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say it, without arguing. If you do it well, maybe I’ll reward you. If you hesitate, even for a second, this is over and you go home horny and with your cock full. Is that clear?

—Crystal clear, ma’am.

—Then let’s begin.

I stood and turned my back to him. Slowly, I let the robe fall from my shoulders until it slipped to the floor. I heard him swallow behind me. I didn’t turn around. I wanted him to go mad looking at what he couldn’t touch, to memorize every curve knowing he’d only have me if he earned it. I knew he was staring at my ass, my tits in profile, everything he’d been imagining for weeks and now had less than a meter away without being able to brush against it.

—You can’t take your eyes off me, can you? —I said over my shoulder—. You’ve spent weeks imagining this moment. Thinking about my pussy, my tits, how it would feel to fuck me. And now that I’m in front of you, you realize you have absolutely no control.

—No, ma’am —he murmured—. I don’t control anything.

—Good. That’s the first lesson.

I turned slowly and enjoyed seeing him draw in a sharp breath when he finally had me in front of him, completely naked. My nipples had hardened, not from the cold, but from the power of the moment. He looked at my sex for a second too long and lowered his eyes in embarrassment, as if he’d caught himself misbehaving.

—No —I said—. Look at it properly. Memorize it. That’s all you’re going to have in your head for the next few hours.

He raised his eyes again, obedient, and I saw them shining, almost glassy, with pure contained desire. His cock throbbed on its own, rising and falling against his belly with every breath.

***

I leaned forward, hands on the mattress, and let him look. The silence grew thick, almost unbearable. I could feel his eyes on me, that raw desire that didn’t need words to be obvious. I knew my pussy was swollen and glossy between my thighs, and that he was seeing everything from below, at exactly the right height, unable to come closer.

—Come closer —I said, without turning around—. Slowly. And don’t do anything until I order you to.

I felt his breath first, warm and trembling against my skin. I left it there, suspended, a centimeter from me, breathing in the scent of my pussy with no permission for more. It was exquisite torture, and it was for both of us: I enjoyed keeping him back, he was dying to close the distance. I could hear how his breathing broke, how he kept swallowing again and again.

—Smell —I ordered at last—. Just that. Learn to desire what you still haven’t earned.

He obeyed with such devotion it made me smile. He buried his face between my thighs from behind and inhaled deeply, trembling, as if he needed the air to smell me. There was no trace left of the arrogant man from dinner. Only this remained: a hungry submissive, willing to humiliate himself just to please me, his cock dripping between his legs and his lips parted millimeters from my pussy.

—Do you like it? —I asked softly—. Do you like being like this, at my feet, smelling my pussy like a dog, begging with your body for what you don’t dare ask for with your mouth?

—I love it, ma’am —he said, voice breaking.

—Say it properly. Tell me what you want.

—I want... I want to lick you, ma’am. Please. Let me lick you.

—Better. You’re learning.

I made him wait a little longer, stretching every second until I felt desire had made him completely docile. I could feel the tremor running through his whole body, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cock already leaking a steady thread onto the rug. Then, and only then, did I give him permission.

—Now you can use your tongue —I whispered, opening my legs a little wider—. And pray you do it well, because I’m going to judge every move.

***

The first thing I felt was the tip of his tongue, timid, testing me from the outside, as if he couldn’t quite believe I’d given him permission. I yanked his hair hard and shoved his face between my cheeks.

—No timid bullshit. Get in there. Eat me out.

Damián obeyed like a man possessed. He stuck out his tongue and drove it between the lips of my cunt, moving up and down in long, hungry laps that tore the first sigh of the night from me. He went for my clit with an almost heartbreaking desperation and began licking it in circles, first with the tip, then with his whole tongue, flatter and flatter, clinging to me, working without stopping.

—Slower —I ordered, gripping his hair—. You’re not in a hurry. Your only task tonight is me. My pussy. That clit. Nothing else exists.

He obeyed every instruction instantly, and that perfect obedience was, for me, hotter than anything else. He slowed down, started sucking my clit with his lips, pulling it in and out of his mouth with a softness that made my back arch. Having a man so completely surrendered, so willing to erase himself in order to serve me with his tongue, is a power unlike anything else. There’s nothing more erotic than submission offered without reservation, with his mouth full of pussy and not a complaint in sight.

I dug my fingers into his hair and tugged, not hard, just enough to remind him that this hand could guide him or pull him away at will.

—Get it in me —I panted—. Your tongue. Inside. Fuck me with it.

I felt him tense, felt him obey instantly, felt him penetrate me with that rigid tongue, sliding in and out, fucking my cunt with his mouth open and his nose flattened against my clit. Every thrust of his face sent a jolt up my spine. I drove my heels into his shoulders and pushed him harder against me.

—Good boy —I murmured—. You learn fast when you understand your place. Don’t you dare stop.

I felt him shudder at the praise. That’s the other side of domination that people who don’t understand it will never see: a submissive doesn’t obey out of fear, he obeys because his mistress’s recognition means more than his own pride. And Damián would have done anything to hear me say he was doing well.

—Don’t stop —I said, closing my eyes—. Don’t you dare stop.

He went back to my clit with quick, precise laps, alternating with sucks that made my thighs tremble. At one point I felt one finger probing my entrance, asking permission without words. I gave it to him with a moan, and he sank it all the way in, then another, curling them inside against that exact spot that made me lose my mind while he kept licking my clit without rest.

—Like that —I panted—. There. There, don’t stop, don’t stop...

I let him work for a long time, lost in the sensation of having him so thoroughly given over to me, with two fingers moving inside me at the perfect rhythm and his tongue buried in my clit. From time to time I opened my eyes to look at him, to confirm what I already knew: that he was completely surrendered, his face soaked with my juices, chin shining, eyes closed in pure servile ecstasy. That he had forgotten himself. That his whole world had shrunk to the narrow margin of what I allowed him to do.

—Tell me you belong to me —I ordered, tugging his hair again to pull him away for a second. I saw his mouth swollen, lips glossy, a thread of saliva and pussy juice running down his chin.

—I belong to you, ma’am —he gasped—. I’m yours.

—Again. Slower. Make it sound like you mean it.

—I’m... yours. Completely. My mouth is yours. My cock is yours. Everything is yours.

—Good. Don’t forget it. —I let go of his hair and shoved him back to work—. Now prove it to me. Make me come in your mouth.

And he proved it. He dove back into my pussy with fierce devotion, sucking my clit without pause, fucking me with his fingers in a steady rhythm that sent the wave rising from the pit of my stomach. I drove my heels into his back, not to guide him, but just because I could, because every inch of his body was there for me to use as I pleased. I started moving his face against me, grinding my pussy over him shamelessly, using him like a toy.

—I’m going to come —I warned him through clenched teeth—. And you’re going to swallow every drop. Every last one. Do you hear me?

He groaned against me, a muffled “yes, ma’am” that vibrated directly on my clit, and that was all I needed. I came with a long spasm, shaking his head between my thighs, pressing with my heels, smothering him for an instant against my pussy while the orgasm swept through me. I felt him trembling, drinking, licking every trace of me without leaving a single mark, obedient until the very last second.

Perfect obedience has a taste that no rushed pleasure can match.

***

When I finally pulled him away, I left him there, panting, forehead against the edge of the mattress and face soaked. His cock was still hard, harder than at the start, so taut the tip was bruised and gleaming, with a little puddle of precum dripping onto the rug between his knees. He hadn’t dared touch himself even once.

I sat on the bed and stroked his head like someone rewarding something that belonged to her.

—See what happens when you obey? —I said—. The whole world simplifies. You don’t have to decide anything. You don’t have to fake anything. You just have to be mine, with your mouth on my pussy and your cock hard, waiting for permission.

He lifted his eyes to mine, and there was a gratitude in them no arrogant man would ever know how to feel.

—And me, ma’am? —he asked, almost daring himself. His cock gave a desperate jerk as he spoke, pressing against his belly.

I smiled. I loved that question. I loved that he had to ask for it, that his own pleasure was last on the list and depended entirely on my will. I lowered my gaze to his cock and left it there for a long time, saying nothing, watching it throb on its own under my attention.

—You —I said, tracing his jaw with one finger— are going to wait. You’re going to stay on your knees, still and silent, with that stiff cock between your legs and not even be able to touch it, and you’re going to think about how badly you want me to give you permission to come. And tomorrow, if you’ve been good, we’ll talk.

I saw his mouth tremble. A silent whimper that never made it out. His cock gave another pitiful jerk, harder this time, and a thread of precum hit the floor.

—Yes, ma’am —he answered, and there was in his voice such absolute surrender that I almost changed my mind.

Almost.

I lay back against the pillows and watched him, naked and obedient at the foot of my bed, his cock pointing at me like a broken compass, waiting for an order that might not come that night. Patience can be trained too. And I intended to make him the most patient submissive I’d ever had.

—One more thing —I said before turning off the bedside lamp—. Tomorrow, when you come back, you’ll bring a new key. This door only opens for those who know how to stay on their knees. And with a hard cock and no release.

Damián lowered his head, and in the dimness I heard him whisper a “thank you” I hadn’t asked for. But I let it pass. Some forms of obedience have to be cultivated slowly.

I turned off the light. He remained in the dark, naked, with his hard cock pressed against his belly, awake, aching. Exactly where I wanted him.