Submissive Man Begs for Spanking
Dimitri became submissive at an early age. His mother never suspected why he was so helpful with household chores. He thrilled when female teachers sent him on errands.
Like many men he did not at first discern his need to submit. Later knowing his hunger for female authority – and discipline – Dimitri felt shame.
Just as he became an adult, he accepted his need. He read an article that described such desires as part of a man’s sexual orientation. Defying his nature could only cripple his heart.
He did not want to be bad but something and the rear of his mind begged for punishment. Dimitri learned the word masochism. He read Venus in Furs.
His reverence for women turned him to female superiority and supremacy. Even if it were not true the idea seemed too beautiful to reject.
In time he met a woman who would accept his submission. She became his mistress – his Goddess. She enjoyed the worship of many men. She met them at fetish parties and venues.
Dimitri’s was the first she invited into her home. His adoration was so pure. He never asked for anything but the opportunity to serve. She had finally met a male worth keeping.
The day of his collaring was the most joyful of Dimitri’s life hitherto. He serves her faithfully still.
His Goddess has many moods. She has never loved a man in the conventional romantic sense. Dimitri has her affection. His spine tingles when she kisses his ear, rungs fingers through his hair.
She is a mercurial Goddess. Cruel whims break into gentle moods. After kissing Dimitri’s cheek, she may dig her fingernails into his nipples. Her casual cruelty thrills him.
She mandated a ritual that Dimitri follows when he returns home from work and errands. He enters the house through the garage.
His outside clothes stay in an armoire. Once home, he strips. Hangs the clothes neatly (Goddess checks to make sure he is never slovenly).
Naked he puts his collar back around his neck. Enters the house.
His Goddess keeps mild punishment implements in a short umbrella stand. Dimitri selects one. Putting it in his mouth, he crawls to her.
He waits at the doorway. Eventually she notices him, gestures him to enter, lifts her finger bidding him to rise.
“Please Goddess I have been in the outside world where men don’t know their place. Please remind me that I am yours.”
She takes the crop or cane. Dimitri bends, holding hands on knees. She spanks him.
The spanking stings. But the act is ceremonial. Neither would skip it. Rituals reinforce his surrender and her dominance.
The attic houses whips, chains and racks. Their she plays with Dimitri. He is her pain toy. She may push his limits. Go past them if only for a minute. Dimitri could never be happy with a less cruel Domme.