With apologies to Dostoevsky for pinching his book title, this is a true story which I have written down to dispel a few myths about the nature of submission as I have experienced it in my relationships. Do I enjoy being tied up and punished/abused/humiliated they ask? Well yes sometimes but despite the porn stereotype, it’s not all about whips and chains!
It was a cold and rainy day and I struggled home from work in the dark getting drenched in the process. As soon as I got in the front door, I stripped off my soaking clothes and headed for the shower to warm up and wash another tedious workday out of my system. I had only just turned on the water when I heard the front door open and close, and Jane called out she was home. When I had finished showering I towelled off and wrapped myself in my thick fluffy robe. I heard Jane in the kitchen and walked in to find her making a pot of coffee. She was standing at the fridge and as soon as I saw her open the door, I knew I was in trouble.
“Where is the milk, Juliet?”
“I’m so sorry hun, I forgot to get any,” was all I could say. I clearly remembered promising her I would get some on the way home, as I had finished the last on my breakfast cereal. In my rush to get out of the rain I simply forgot to stop at the shop on the way home. “Don’t worry, I’ll get dressed and pop out and get some.” The reply I got from Jane told me that was not in her plans.
“No, you won’t get dressed. I will go.”
Reading that, you would probably think that was really kind of her to spare me the hassle. But that was not how she said it. It was a statement, said in such a manner as to leave me in no doubt that she was taking control of the situation I had created.
Now before we go further, let me tell you a little about Jane. At 34, she was 10 years older than me and she had an extremely well paid and important job in the London arts scene. We had been living together for a little over a year and loved each other passionately. She was my first serious long-term relationship. I am under no illusions now that she was attracted to me partly by my naivety and innocence, but there was genuine love and trust. She knew my shy and submissive background. She knew I was happy for her to take control and she knew when to do it.
“While I am out, run me a bath”. Again, a command not a request. I heard the front door close and headed to the bathroom. I ran her a bath, putting in her favourite oils and lit a candle in each corner. It only took 5 minutes to get to the shop so by the time I had done all that she was back with the milk. I went into the kitchen and waited while Jane made her coffee. She went to the bathroom taking her coffee with her and beckoned me to follow. I watched her undress. We were so different physically. I was thin build, and still am flat chested and light haired. She was 6 feet tall, black haired with big boobs. As she sank into the bath I took in her body and she saw me looking and smiled. “Take off your robe”. I did as I was told. This is what aroused me in our relationship. Not just her taking control, but knowing I was giving her pleasure in allowing her to do it. Mutual trust and respect. She knew my limits. We even had a traditional “safe” word but neither of us had ever felt the need to use it.
“Wash me”. I got her soft flannel cloth and lathered it up and, beginning with her face and neck as usual, I gently cleaned her body. I spent time on her beautiful round breasts, which showed no sign on losing their shape yet. I brushed each nipple but was told to move on. So I ventured south to her curvy, but not fat, belly and hips. She sat up for me so I could do her back and shoulders, then raised her hips so I could wash her bottom. “Now my legs please.” This was an unspoken hint to avoid her pussy. I completed the task and then she lay back and soaked herself with a satisfied smile on her face.
She looked at me, smiled and touched my arm. “Go and make dinner, please love” I had been forgiven. I had learned that when she stopped issuing instructions and said please or thank you or some such endearment, my punishment was over. I leaned over the bath and kissed her in thanks and she made to nip at my boob as it was close to her face. I was definitely forgiven!
Leaving the warm and steamy bathroom I got a slight jolt of cold, but the heating was on and it didn’t take long to warm up. We both wore very little, if anything, at home alone so we were used to it. I cooked our dinner and saw Jane leave the bathroom and go to the bedroom. Five minutes later she was standing behind me, also naked, and nuzzling my neck which she knew damn well was my sensual weak spot. It made me shiver and as I served up the food she poured some wine and we ate while watching something mindless on TV. After we cleared away we snuggled up on the sofa with more wine and she rubbed my feet as I lay across her lap. Neck nuzzling and feet rubbing meant that sex wasn’t far away. It wasn’t that I didn’t initiate it sometimes, but by the nature of our relationship, it was usually Jane who made the first move.
Soon the hands were creeping up my legs and I opened them for her. I was already wet with anticipation as usual. I have always been a free flowing girl. She teased me of course, stopping at my thighs for what seemed like hours before finally allowing her fingers to find my outer lips and mound. Even then it took an age for her to slip a finger inside me and let loose even more moisture. I was laying across her lap, propped up at one end of the sofa and now drew my knees up and splayed my legs for her. I could smell my scent quite clearly so she must have been able to. She began pinching and fondling my nipples with her left hand while giving me two fingers of her right. “Look at me Juliet. Watch me play with you ”. Another command but this time soft and inviting She knew me so well and she stopped as soon as I got anywhere near close. This was repeated several times over the course of the next 30 minutes until my pussy was almost too sensitive to touch. I never let my gaze wander from her face or her fingers weaving their magic. Another edge, but this time a thumb on my clitty as well as the fingers, pushing me to the limit. I was flooding her hand and the squishy noises of being fingered fast and furious, combined with my moans as I let go were so erotic. I was utterly spent and held her while I dozed off to sleep. When I woke up two hours had passed. Jane was still there holding me. I don’t think I have ever felt so secure and loved. She tidied up while I slowly made my way to bed. When she joined me she kissed me deeply and whispered with a wink that tomorrow night was her turn!
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