Chapter Five
Submission Progression Two
We go way back, Jack
She knew me before
Back when I could get on top
Set the pace et cetera
But even then she knew
How I liked to let her ride
Liked to be the one inside
And perhaps she even guessed
I could easily become obsessed
With serving underneath her
Now it’s ten years later
I’m no longer the instigator
Crippled by catastrophe
Condemned to humble penury
Ignored by female kind
Out of sight, out of mind
Desperately lonesome
Then along she comes
Comfortable enough to accommodate
Nay, even dominate
Capitalize upon my fundamental diminishment
I am diminished
But not when she takes me
Paradoxically
At the moment she climbs atop me
Settles herself astride my face or waist
Is when I’m both most exalted and abased.
This is the apotheosis:
When all the shame, self-hatred, frustration
Of my fundamental subjugation
Finds painfully perverse gratification
Thank my Goddess that I have her
Or that she has me
To climb atop my helpless body
Every time the whim strikes her
To use me for her selfish pleasure
Of course she controls me obsessively
Makes a virtue out of necessity
Sometimes she’ll even bind me
Restrain my spasming legs tightly
Cuff up my minimally functional hands
And carry out her most sadistic plans
Some might call this stuff abuse
But they’re just being ridiculously obtuse
For us it’s merely foreplay
Before she finally straddles my lower face
Or my remarkably reliable erection
And dares me attempt any insurrection
Then I endure for hours
Suffering under her power
Shuddering with spasms
While she humps and pumps and enjoys all the orgasms
I’m good for maybe one a week
Or in a perfect world I would be
If only she would permit it
Or regularly visit
Yet how can I complain?
That would be f*****g insane
Look at all I’ve found
Usually denied the wheelchair-bound
Now even the most depraved domination
Begs my willing participation
I can deny my Goddess nothing
Lately she’s even begun to do to me
Acts condemned by Deuteronomy
Her perversion is truly out of line
Yet what can we say of mine?
Only what I always do:
Don’t judge me and I won’t judge you
Shrug, I say, and let it ride
Correction: let her ride
Ride, my glorious Goddess, ride!
Get on your helpless slut-boy b***h and ride!