Without Question
I do it without question. Every single thing she asks of me. I relinquish all power, all responsibility. It is wonderfully freeing. It is sublimely beautiful. Just like her.
“Kneel,” she barked. I did it. I dropped to my knees before her perfect form. Part of me wanted to look up, to drink in the sight of her standing there, hands on her hips, her body encased in shiny black leather. I knew I wouldn’t lift my gaze, though. I couldn’t. I have the utmost respect for my Mistress and never want to do anything to displease her. Especially since my Mistress is also my wife.
Ever since I got back from Afghanistan and met her in a restaurant, she’s been testing me. Then, it was teasing my c**k under the table while she was wearing sharp stilettos, bringing me to the very edge o
