You Need Obedience: Starting To Realize


"You don't want a husband," Damien's voice was small; mousy, like any 
housetrained male.  "You want utter servility." 

"You're right, little boy." Jenny pushed her love slave hard against the 
wall of her bedroom.  She held his shoulders pinned in place as she went 
on.  "I never said I wanted a 'husband;' that's your word.  I want a love 
slave.  That means utter servility."  She kissed him, disappointed that 
he did not kiss back.  "Complete subjection."  Jenny kissed Damien again; 
this time he kissed back, a bit reluctantly.   

"Total submission."  This time she kissed her love slave, pushing her 
tongue into his mouth.  He closed his eyes, and when she slipped her 
hands to his thin waist, the little male reached his arms up and wrapped 
them around her shoulders.  "Will you stop being a 'macho man,' and 
instead by my submissive male, darling Damien?" 

"Yes Jenny," he breathed.  As she rewarded him with another deep tongue- 
kiss, a part of her said, 'is that _total_ submission?'  She answered 
herself, 'It's enough.'  She stroked his shivering, bare sides, kissing 
him passionately.  'But it is not total.'  She reached one hand to his 
naked penis, stroked the erect shaft.  'No, but if he had a broken leg, I 
would not command him to run.  Besides, when he says "yes, Jenny" his 
body language and tone of voice say "yes, Goddess."'

Jenny finally let him go.  As the lady went to her dresser, Damien stood 
awaiting her instructions like a good housetrained male.  She came back 
with two pairs of panties.  One she handed to her darling, and commanded, 
"Put these on me."  Damien knelt in front of her and held the panties open 
at her feet.  She stepped into them and her love slave pulled them up, 
covering her special parts, his expression one of wonder.  She smiled and 
squatted down in front of him.  Jenny slid one arm around his shoulders, 
drawing his face to her naked breasts.   

She stroked his cheek with the other soft, silky panties.  He nuzzled 
against her heavy breasts, so childlike, so trusting.  She slid the 
panties down his chest, and he giggled when she tickled his tummy.  She 
kissed her male fondly on the cheek. 

"This is what happens to submissive males," Jenny said.  She draped her 
panties over Damien's penis, grasped it tightly, and stroked him.  He 
shuddered in pleasure and she smiled, pushing his face firmly against her 
breasts.  She kept stroking his penis with her panties until he shuddered 
in orgasm.  She kissed him, again forcing her tongue in and out of his 
mouth as her love slave helplessly drenched her panties with his come. 

Jenny held Damien for a few minutes, cuddling her male, comforting him.   
Then she stood and tossed the panties into the laundry hamper.  She could 
feel her love slave's eyes following her as she finished dressing, and 
occasionally she favored the kneeling little male with a smile.  "How do 
I look?" she finally asked. 

"Like Goddess!" the little male breathed. 

Jenny smiled her affection.  'I could be wearing a barrel,' she thought, 
'and he'd still worship the ground under my feet.'  She said aloud.   
"Good.  Now let's get my submissive male dressed."  She went to his 
drawer and pulled out a comfy set of stockings, an apron, and two pairs 
of panties, both plain cotton, edged with lace.  "Which do you want, 
darling?" 

"The purple ones, please!" her love slave blushed.  She helped Damien into 
his clothes, unnecessary but it was fun to dress him up like a doll, and 
he responded by becoming quieter, more tractable, when she treated him 
like a child.  In short order, her short male was dolled up for her, a 
lacy package of submissive male. 

"Right," Jenny said, standing Damien on the carpeted floor.  "Come with 
Jenny."  She led him into the kitchen and stood him in front of the sink, 
with the dishes from last night and that morning still soaking.  She 
knelt beside her darling, heard him gasp, and looked up to notice his 
shocked expression.  "What's wrong, little boy?" 

"Y-you don't have to kneel."  The little male blushed.  "You're Jenny!" 

"No, I don't."  She put her arms around his waist and kissed his pantied 
little penis.  "But I want to take care of you, and if that means 
humbling myself for my little love slave's benefit, I will."  She looked 
up into his wide saucer eyes.  "I love you, Damien."  While tears ran down 
his joyful face, Jenny chained her male securely in front of the sink.   

"All the dishes cleaned and dried, Damien."  She lingered in the doorway, 
enjoying her love slave's expression of complete love, of total 
submission.  "I should be back before you finish; but if not, you may 
masturbate yourself, and think of me."