Submitting to Her by Max Sebastian Page A

experience I'd ever had. Zoey
seemed to enjoy it too.

     
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    I did pretty well on the whole, focusing on
Zoey's needs, dispensing with my own. Our relationship certainly
wasn't nearly as extreme as some of the dominant-submissive
arrangements out there, which seemed to suit both of us down to the
ground.
    Zoey mostly referred to it as a female-led
relationship, rather than dominance and submission. She teased me,
she surprised me, she denied me release until I started having the
first wet dreams I'd had since being a young teenager. But there
was no out-and-out humiliation, no actual bodily harm, no real
pain.
    I got the impression she hadn't really done
this before me. I was fine about that, I was more than happy for
her to learn on me. But she told me once that she wasn't a
dominatrix, she didn't want to be. She liked telling me what to do,
liked having me at her beck and call, but she wasn't going to set
up some kind of Red Room or dungeon full of scary medieval
implements. She wasn't going to degrade me and turn me into a
sniveling slave - she wanted to impose her will on a man, not a
mouse. She took pride in my achievements at work, encouraged me to
excel. And the way she rewarded me was the best motivation a worker
could ever have.
    I think if she'd wanted any of that, I could
have accommodated her demands. But she didn't want to hurt me,
didn't want to debase me, didn't want to mock me - despite the
hardship I'd put her through for all of six months after her
promotion.
    Outside the protections of our privacy, she
treated me as just another colleague, though now she had me firmly
under her thumb in the hierarchy. What we had together remained
secret, for us to enjoy - though there were the occasional risks,
not least the continuing use of her office after hours.
    It turned out I was particularly talented at
controlling myself and sticking to the rules, if I had her pleasure
to focus on. I found my own pleasure in witnessing her beauty and
contentment, indulging in it, and the overwhelming bliss I
experienced from making her smile, making her moan, making her
come.
    Zoey's mood varied, naturally enough -
sometimes she felt like being strict, plenty of times she'd reward
me for my dedication by relaxing the rules, allowing us to spend
time in "Ordinary Mode", almost like normal boyfriend and
girlfriend. Plenty of times she just didn't have the energy to be
overly dominant, allowing me free reign to pleasure her and soothe
her aches and pains as I saw fit. I took pride in learning how to
please her, and while her strength was thrilling when she imposed
it, those tender periods were sweet and heavenly respites from the
pressures of our working week.
    And then we went to Philadelphia, and the
cozy stability we'd settled into was suddenly thrown into sharp
disarray as a figure from her past appeared.
     
     
     
     
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2. PLEASURE AND
PAIN
     
     
    A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd,
    To warn, to comfort, and command;
    And yet a Spirit still, and bright
    With something of angelic light.
    - William Wordsworth, Perfect Woman
     
     
     
     
     
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Chapter
Ten
     
     
    In our business, we're away from the office
quite frequently, pursuing key clients, attending industry events
at which to raise the profiles of our publications and attract new
advertisers. On those occasions when Zoey was taken out of town for
a few days on end, or when I flew off to another part of the
country to tie up my own deal or appear at another tiresome
seminar, I had time to consider just what was happening to me.
    I wasn't quite prepared for how much it hurt
to be apart from her for significant lengths of time, however. It
had been something of a Damascene conversion as I discovered the
real purpose that surrendering to Zoey's intense and irresistible
authority gave to my life. Yet when we were apart for more than a
day or so, it really started to become obvious the kind of
emptiness I felt without her around.
    Looking