I Got My Bona Fide Submissive Wings Last Weekend

It's become somewhat fashionable to display your gay card, talk about that time when you sucked a dick in high school, or let that girl kiss you and you got all wet. Gay is in, not out.

Me, I had a very different upbringing, A career military father, a security consultant, became Chief of Police with a small army under him. As the only girl in a house of three brothers I got the shit end of the stick, cleaning up after them, doing the laundry, none of the encouragement, go to college and become a teacher, well maybe a nurse but you have to have brains for that. My mother was the classic doormat woman, fucked in every way you can think of. Quiet and submissive, a perfect servant, a cook and bottle washer. Pretty yes, nice yes, but a doormat. One day she told me she 'liked' it. 'Liked it'. She never wanted to be assertive.

I went onto college, got a degree and an MBA and I took on all comers. The one secret thing about me is that I was still a virgin at 30. Secretly, in whispers, my mother told me I was a bitch, I was old enough to know that a way to a man's heart was sucking his dick, keeping my trap shut, washing his underwear. 'Get it?' By then I was lonely for a man, even a man like my father.

I met him, that man. The man that was supposed to 'fuck me', put me in my place, walk all over me, making me thankful he looked at me. He was a mean man, treated his employees like shit. When he yelled at me my pussy got wet. My nipples got hard when I had to go talk to him. One woman, we were no longer girls, she told me that when he fucks it's for real, he won't fuck you unless you're prepared to be 'woman'. Suck his dick, serve him his coffee, clean his desk, let him buy you underwear.

I was tired of being triggered, I needed a dick in my pussy. I did the impossible, I offered to suck his dick. It was 'I'll suck your dick, I'll do anything'. Regretted it the minute I said it. But it was out. I had said it. Told him, telegraphed, my suppressed submissive character.

I sucked at sucking him, I had never had a cock in my hand much less my mouth. I was to stiff when he fucked me and worried that he was looking at my asshole. I hated the underwear he bought me. I put too much sugar in his coffee. I answered back instead of keeping my mouth shut. Next time I would bring the duct tape. I became scared he wouldn't want me.

I cooked a meal for him, and invited him over. Tablecloth, napkin, silverware, wine and wine glasses, everything like the YouTube channel. I made roast chicken, with scalloped potatoes and shoestring green beans. My mother's Easter Sunday recipe. I wore an apron, a dress and the underwear he gave me. I made the bed with fresh sheets, I made sure all was clean and bright underneath. I kissed his cheek when he came in, had music on the Bose for listening, served him a Scotch that my girlfriend told me he liked. The only thing I didn't do was kneel and exchange his shoes for slippers.

He was kind enough, complimented the table, all the gentleman stuff, I didn't let him pick up or get in the kitchen. I tried to rinse off the dishes but he wasn't going to have that, he wanted his desert, he shoved my head down on the table, pulled my panties down and stuck his tongue in my ass.

Success. I got my wings.