Obedience is Pleasure: A Journey of Submission and Desire

Sex is great, but it gets even better with power dynamics.

Obedience is pleasure and I am a glutton for pleasure. Some people are all about emotional connection or toys, or specifics, but I know from experience that obedience is pleasure. An experience, like the one I had last week. A regular partner of mine decided he wanted to dip his toes in, but he ended up diving in as I slipped into my favorite role. He started by pulling me into his room and making me get on my knees as he took off his shirt. He licked his lips as he looked down at me.

“Strip without standing,” he ordered. I didn’t hesitate. My heart beat faster as I took off one layer after another. I wiggled out of my skirt and panties and leaned back to grab my ankles. I was already wet, just from his commanding tone and his confidence. Obedience is pleasure and pleasure is a drug I can’t get enough of.

“Now strip me, baby,” he commanded. I nearly moaned as I undid his belt, his button, and his zipper. Every step forward, every order I got to follow made me hotter and hornier until he was stripped bare and hard. That little achievement proved it: obedience is pleasure, for him and for me.

“Bend over the bed. Do it quick or I’ll have to spank you,” he warned.

I didn’t think of hesitating, bent over the bed, rolling my hips back so he could see exactly how wet he made me. I spread my legs and gripped my ass, opening myself up for him. Obedience is pleasure and I want every ounce of pleasure that I can get, especially when it means I don’t have to think, all I have to do is obey. “Such a good girl and such a pretty pussy,” he mused while circling my clit and spreading two fingers around my entrance. “And it’s all mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes, all yours. I’m all yours,” I agreed obediently. “I can do whatever I want, can’t I? Since you’re such a good, obedience girl,” he continued, pumping his fingers into me. “And you love it. Already dripping for me.”

“Obedience is pleasure.” I answered on a moan

He kept teasing me with his fingers, working me up while teasing me with his words, calling me, telling me to be a good girl and take it, to be quiet, to behave, over and over, anytime I moved. Obedience is pleasure and the anticipation building every time he edged me emphasized it. “Please. I’ve been so good. Please let me please you,” I begged. He gripped my hips and teased me with his cock, dragging the head over my soaked pussy again and again as I struggled to stay still. Obedience is pleasure – I held onto that phrase as the friction and teasing built an aching need inside me. Then he finally filled me, with one sure thrust.

One of his hands pressed between my shoulder blades, holding me against the bed as he chose a hard, punishing rhythm that left me moaning and begging for more, begging him to use me. Obedience is pleasure and this was the pleasure I craved. “Take it. Take every inch in your perfect, tight pussy. So good, so obedient,” he groaned as he plowed into me.

Every moan that left my throat reinforced that obedience is pleasure.

It’s pleasure, time and time again and I’m addicted to it. He rammed into me, pushing me forward and tugging me back until I bounced on him, nearly having to adjust so I could take him the way he needed. Having him like this, slamming into me over and over focused on his own pleasure as he used me, ordered me, grabbed my arms and held them over my back was pure perfection. Obedience is pleasure, it’s a gift and a reward and I lose myself in it every time.

“I’m going to come all over your hands and watch you lick it up like the good girl you are. You’re going to do whatever I want over and over until I’m fully satisfied, aren’t you?” He demanded as he started to lose his pace. “Yes!” I whined, desperate to finish, desperate to please him. Obedience is pleasure for everyone involved.

He proved that by coming all over my hands and turning me around to watch me lick it up. I lapped up his cum as he watched, starting to get hard all over again. Obedience is pleasure, and it’s addictive. I’ll never get tired of being a good girl and pleasing the man in front of me, whoever it is, no matter what he wants, All Wrapped Up if he wanted

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