I long for the timid, shy novice submissive who has fantasized so often about letting himself be dominated by me. Trusting me. Wanting so bad to please me, to make me wet, to make me laugh, and to free me from this distracting hunger.
Open letter to the shy, novice submissive
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I met a novice in a dream last night. He was there in the shadows.
I remember the hunger very clearly because it is what I feel now. The mood that I am in, when it is so strong, creeps into my dreams. I had him in my dream; I had him bound, trembling, and the look in his eyes made me melt with lust. He was terrified but so eager to submit to me. He wanted nothing more than to please me, and each terrifying, yet subtle, act I made him endure left him more vulnerable to me.
That sweet, honest vulnerability. It is intoxicating. I woke up wondering just how many timid novices are still reading my website, and how long they have been hiding from me. Like the shy man from the nightclub, I used to frequent; the one that kept to himself but I noticed him watching me, and he’d lower his eyes when I smiled at him. Why didn’t I take him into my clutches when I had the chance? Like most novices, I’m certain he would have been eager but frightened, sincere but on nervous ground.
But the passion, the reaction, the response would be purely honest. The sweet innocence and honesty of a novice to submission is priceless.
I’ve written so many stories about being overcome by this lust and hunger and having a man submit to me who was not sure of what he was getting himself into. It affords me the opportunity to really sense the trembling, the nervousness and the fear – all combined with an unshakable desire to please me. It’s golden! How can a woman not become intoxicated from this?
How sweet it is when a man says to me, “I want you to be my first…”
Simple words and they don’t even scream so much about submission, but why do they make me so wet then? Because they offer something else, something even more priceless.
Sacrifice and surrender.
Too afraid to look at me, to speak with me, yet he wants to give himself to me. For me – forgetting, at that time, about his own fear, nervousness, worry about not satisfying me. Worry that he might disappoint me. Worry that I might not be pleased with his performance. Worry that I might walk away from anything but content.
All of these things show a remarkable quality. The quality of honesty in his desire to submit. To please. How can a femdom not be drawn to that? Especially when I know, with a smile, that there is no way he can fail pleasing me. There is no way he can let me down. There is no way he can leave me unsatisfied – because I won’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen with a novice, because he has everything he needs to please me right at his fingertips.
It doesn’t matter if he has no toys. No experience. He has the one thing that is mandatory; sincere desire to please, at all costs.
Certainly, there are times where I hunger for the seasoned expert submissive, the one who can wrap himself so fully around my mind and desires that I can’t help but be soaking wet because he knows my buttons, as well as he, knows his own. But, there are other times that I long for the timid, shy novice submissive who has fantasized so often about letting himself be dominated by me. Trusting me. Wanting so bad to please me, to make me wet, to make me laugh, and to free me from this distracting hunger.
If you are the novice I am speaking of, the time is now if you want to submit to me. Email me or call me.
For now, I will hope to continue that dream when I go to sleep tonight.
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