Submission.
He sat patiently across from me, hand clinched firmly around my throat, I could tell he enjoyed this. I gazed deep into his piercing blue eyes, and as the world started to fade away, that first desperate craving for air began to take hold. At first I resisted a little, writhing a bit, gasping for breath. But a smirk eased onto his face, sweetening the very air trapped within my lungs and I found myself nodding away. Away to that blissful resting place that lies gently between reality and dream. And as the world around me slowly dimmed, I drifted off on a wave of endorphins, my climax growing steadily with every beat of my heart. Still constricting me, until I grew dizzy and limp… fragile and subjected to him.
His grip turned from my neck to the back of my head. Tightening, his fists wrapped violently in my hair. Finally, I succumb and he firmly puts me down to my knees, where I belong. I find myself utterly vulnerable, weakened and at his mercy. And so I sat quietly, kneeling at his feet, gazing upward toward him awaiting my reward. I feel his hand on my head, patting me gently as he looks down at me with approval. Submitting both body and mind, eager to fulfill his every wish… I surrender and find peace.