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Total Submission (FM, femdom, mast, rom)

09/11/2024

“You don’t want a husband,” Todd’s voice was small; mousy, like any housetrained male. “You want utter servility.”

“You’re right, little boy.” Abbie pushed her love slave hard against the wall of her bedroom. She held his shoulders pinned in place as she went on. “I never said I wanted a ‘husband;’ that’s your word. I want a love slave. That means utter servility.” She kissed him, disappointed that he did not kiss back. “Complete subjection.” Abbie kissed Todd again; this time he kissed back, a bit reluctantly.

“Total submission.” This time she kissed her love slave, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes, and when she slipped her hands to his thin waist, the little male reached his arms up and wrapped them around her shoulders. “Will you stop being a ‘macho man,’ and instead by my submissive male, darling Todd?”

“Yes Abbie,” he breathed. As she rewarded him with another deep tongue- kiss, a part of her said, “is that _total_ submission?” She answered herself, “It’s enough.” She stroked his shivering, bare sides, kissing him passionately. “But it is not total.” She reached one hand to his naked penis, stroked the erect shaft. “No, but if he had a broken leg, I would not command him to run. Besides, when he says “yes, Abbie” his body language and tone of voice say “yes, Goddess.”

Abbie finally let him go. As the lady went to her dresser, Todd stood awaiting her instructions like a good housetrained male. She came back with two pairs of panties. One she handed to her darling, and commanded, “Put these on me.” Todd knelt in front of her and held the panties open at her feet. She stepped into them and her love slave pulled them up, covering her special parts, his expression one of wonder. She smiled and squatted down in front of him. Abbie slid one arm around his shoulders, drawing his face to her naked breasts.

She stroked his cheek with the other soft, silky panties. He nuzzled against her heavy breasts, so childlike, so trusting. She slid the panties down his chest, and he giggled when she tickled his tummy. She kissed her male fondly on the cheek.

“This is what happens to submissive males,” Abbie said. She draped her panties over Todd’s penis, grasped it tightly, and stroked him. He shuddered in pleasure and she smiled, pushing his face firmly against her breasts. She kept stroking his penis with her panties until he shuddered in orgasm. She kissed him, again forcing her tongue in and out of his mouth as her love slave helplessly drenched her panties with his come.

Abbie held Todd for a few minutes, cuddling her male, comforting him. Then she stood and tossed the panties into the laundry hamper. She could feel her love slave’s eyes following her as she finished dressing, and occasionally she favored the kneeling little male with a smile. “How do I look?” she finally asked.

“Like Goddess!” the little male breathed.

Abbie smiled her affection. ‘I could be wearing a barrel,’ she thought, ‘and he’d still worship the ground under my feet.’ She said aloud. “Good. Now let’s get my submissive male dressed.” She went to his drawer and pulled out a comfy set of stockings, an apron, and two pairs of panties, both plain cotton, edged with lace. “Which do you want, darling?”

“The purple ones, please!” her love slave blushed. She helped Todd into his clothes, unnecessary but it was fun to dress him up like a doll, and he responded by becoming quieter, more tractable, when she treated him like a child. In short order, her short male was dolled up for her, a lacy package of submissive male.

“Right,” Abbie said, standing Todd on the carpeted floor. “Come with Abbie.” She led him into the kitchen and stood him in front of the sink, with the dishes from last night and that morning still soaking. She knelt beside her darling, heard him gasp, and looked up to notice his shocked expression. “What’s wrong, little boy?”

“Y-you don’t have to kneel.” The little male blushed. “You’re Abbie!”

“No, I don’t.” She put her arms around his waist and kissed his pantied little penis. “But I want to take care of you, and if that means humbling myself for my little love slave’s benefit, I will.” She looked up into his wide saucer eyes. “I love you, Todd.” While tears ran down his joyful face, Abbie chained her male securely in front of the sink.

“All the dishes cleaned and dried, Todd.” She lingered in the doorway, enjoying her love slave’s expression of complete love, of total submission. “I should be back before you finish; but if not, you may masturbate yourself, and think of me.”