Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
Submission Progression One
Her legs are so long it’s incredible
Not that the perspective doesn’t help
I’m always prostrate down beneath
Slavishly worshipping at her beautiful feet
Each second in her presence is a wonderful dream
My devotion to her is so outrageous and extreme
I call my lady Goddess, and pray with all my might
To be delivered at death into her holy paradise
Where my eager enslavement to her every whim
Will endure for eternity and expand to the infinite
Utterly unlimited and endless soul-service...
I love her even more than human awareness
But her legs: oh so long and slender!
Better by far than their closest contender
Incredibly stemmy and perfect of line
White as a sampling of scotch sugar pine
Symmetrical as a reflection they tower above me
Joined at the slit of her virgin divinity
Topped by exquisite rounds
Suddenly the knees bend out
Her center gapes open and drops down
Descending toward my waiting mouth
A giggle, a sigh
The first of endless cries
Once again we’re in our proper places
Appropriate situation for our relation
Labia to lips
Crotch to face
Secret fount of creation
To organ of mastication
Glorious private bottom
Smothering my humbled public top
Here is where I clearly belong
Most eagerly and intimately and endlessly prolonged
Worshipping my Goddess’ holiest of holes
From my destined position directly below
My struggling tongue does vigorous penance
Seeking forgiveness for eons of male sins
Hour after hour comes and passes
Like Goddess’ numberless quaking climaxes
Riding my face through unimaginable heavens
She uses her subject exactly as intended
An endless repast for her devouring lust
Until at last she’s utterly and completely exhausted
Then she lies down atop me and closes her eyes
And sighs the most contented of blissful sighs
Soon she’s sleeping deeply
Hot and forgotten, I throb all painfully needy
Pressed a bit by her cool thigh
Straining, straining; reaching for the sky
Desperate for release
Yet this is causally, laughingly forbidden me
My devotion is much purer in chastity
Goddess prefers me chronically needy
My clumsy tongue is more than enough
To sate her own omnipotent lust
Perhaps, just perhaps, I’ll be rewarded someday
And be allowed to at least humbly masturbate...
It all depends on how well I obey!
- Writer
