Submissive men will always be beneath a strong woman

Gypsy — Thu, 28 Sep 2023 11:50:34 +0000

A power exchange relationship always ends with one person being submissive to the others needs and wants. Society sadly shames men for not being the bread winner, the one always in control, and the strong one. I’ve learned a lot in my sessions and will share a few secrets with you. Some of the most powerful men in the world crave that behind the door time where they hand over all their control to another. Like most, I grew up thinking that was weak and sad. Boy, did I learn a lot about the secret therapy that some seek on the other end of the phone line.

A submissive man for the most part is usually a professional. He is not the blue collar worker who pops a cold one open after a long day at work. He is the one sitting behind the bosses desk making the company strive to be better. It’s the cop who puts his life on the line every day to keep others safe and the world a better place. A submissive man is the Lawyer, Doctor, or even President who can’t let his guard down and has to live in a bottle of blood pressure medicine. Sadly as a society we think if they need a little help, their weak. Being is submissive is the strongest one in the relationship and they one who holds the most power. I bet you never thought about that, did you?

Why do they want to give up all the power?

Imagine living in a world where your suffocating by always having to be the best and unable to let anyone know you need a break. Now imagine for an hour a day, week, or month that you can hand over that control to someone else. Would a CEO get on his knees and beg to kiss the feet of a woman, or to be spanked by a bad little boy? No, but there is freedom when you do. Most of us were spanked as children for doing something bad. A time where we were young, no commitments or responsibilities. Mommy would put you over her knee and spank that ass. Back then no one wanted a spanking, but now, men are craving them. It allows them a brief few moments back to a time where they had no responsibilities.

Submissive people crave this release.

Now I am not saying every white collar worker is a submissive, or every blue collar worker is a dominate, but think about it. Even Christian Gray was submissive to the right woman.

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Submissive Female Does A Power Exchange

Gypsy — Mon, 07 Aug 2023 13:45:31 +0000

Gypsy dug her nails into his chest. That smirk on her lips was that of the kitten that caught the canary. The power play between the two was pure adrenaline on her part. She prided herself on being the perfect submissive female. She would put Anna Steel to shame, but in reality, she was the opposite. The more life found her, the more she realized that she was no longer the victim of others’ sexual needs.

“You fucking whore. Who the hell do you think..” he said.

His hips bucked up, trying to enter her in a rough and demanding need, but for the first time, his dominance was futile. She was the alpha female, and he would bow to her desires for the first time.

She placed another quick slap to his cheek, leaving the perfect print of her slender fingers. He would learn soon that if he wanted to blow the load that tightened his balls, he would submit to the journey and not rush the destination.

“I thought we discussed this? Yes, I am a whore, but I am not your whore.,” she laughed.

She lifted her hips, hovering her pussy over the head of his cock, she laughed when he arched his back to force the head inside. One hand up, her finger moved from side to side as to tell him again; she was the one setting the rules. She pushed down but did not let him inside. Her glistening lips held the head inside like a baby bird waiting in the nest for the ability to fly. She lowered, only the head pierced her entrance, pulling back quick with a deafening suction sound—his groans music to her ears.

“Please, come on, stop this shit,” he begged.

What a sick little game of tease and denial she was playing. His pain was her pleasure, and the more he wanted her, the higher she became.

“Please, what? Fuck you? Shall we stop since you can’t control yourself?” she asked.

He pounded his fists down on the bed, the loud echo’s of his disapproval bounced from wall to wall. When a man loses control, they don’t understand this can be the greatest gift ever given.

He tightened his eyes, the lid pressure causing fine wrinkles to form next to his eyes. “Give me that pussy, and let me make you cum. You know I can,” he laughed, his mood almost comical.

Gypsy pushed her nails into his chest, not stopping until the skin broke. It was only then that she lowered herself down, fully engulfing her pussy around his cock. If you’ve ever dropped a hot pan into water, that was the only sound she heard—a full-body sizzle. She moved from side to side, her cunt walls stretching to envelope every inch he had to offer. Instead of moaning, she dug her nails in deeper. Giving him the pleasure of knowing he had her pussy on edge was something she refused to show.

His head leaned back, head pushing into the pillow, he ignored the pain in his chest, bucking his hips up in hopes to unseat her and take over. Little did he know that if he did, he would never cum with her again.

The Submissive Female inside of me was dwindling.

She reached back, slapping his balls softly with the tips of her fingers to reassure him of who was in charge. “If you do that again, you’ll find out what blue balls feel like,” she taunted.

One more arch, he knew she wouldn’t do that. She was a whore, remember?

Gypsy dropped her head back in laughter, raising her body and allowing the head to stay tucked between her lips. With her free hand, she slid down, rubbing with a furious need over her swollen clit. From the wound on his chest, she used the blood to slide to his neck quickly, pushing down in a heated fury. Frigging her clit when she held him down, the wave of pleasure rushed through her body, causing her fluid to spill as though she broke the damn to a swollen river. Cries and whimpers fell from her lips as she covered his cock with her fluids, never allowing him back inside to enjoy her convulsing walls.

“Fuck me, shit, come on, fuck me,” he begged.

Satisfied, she lifted her body, standing over him as her foot lifted to rest in the middle of his chest. “I warned you not to do it again. I only remind once, she laughed. Grabbing her clothing, she walked out naked and uncaring. This was one walk of shame that she was willing to make.

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