#alpha privilege

[thinking-mans-submissive]

Your job is to lay around and look pretty.

Working from home has its benefits.

I may or may not touch you. I may or may not speak to you. But you're to stay within my eyesight for the entire day. If you need something, raise your hand. Otherwise, you're to stay quiet. And under no circumstances are you to touch yourself, even to take a piss. If I look at you I expect your eyes to be on me at all times.

There will be times when I'm on a call that I'll motion for you to come close so I can fondle and molest you. I may have you kneel down next to my desk so I can lick and chew on your nipples. Or I may have you stand still next to me while I absentmindedly run my fingers up and down your hairy thighs. I may just want to lick on you and taste you.

Between calls I may want your mouth on me. Or I may see how much cum I can pack inside you before the workday ends. I may eat your pussy out while milking you from behind. I may claim your mouth with mine.

Whatever I do, it will not be enough; I've created an unquenchable fire in you for my attention, my seed, my abuse. You're just another pretty object for me - an acquisition that I will likely soon tire of. So when you're not with me I suggest you up your workout and strive to make yourself more visually pleasing to me. Because pretty objects are a dime a dozen. Real men are much rarer commodities. Count your blessing that one such man finds you appealing and takes pleasure in using you.

When you're lounging around with nothing to distract you, think about how I've reduced all your life's accomplishments down to the way you look. Think about the fact that I don't want to know anything about you and can barely remember your name. And then think about how hard it makes you to please me and to be sexualized. To be hard muscle and dick for my pleasure and entertainment. To have no control over your own orgasms. And to work tirelessly for one man's approval - just so you can be taken further and further down the rabbit hole.

[thinking-mans-submissive]

He rests easily and soundly. It’s not His wealth, health, planning, or organization that give His peace of mind. They are merely the fruits of a well-disciplined life. His mind is at ease because He has nothing to prove and does not waste energy trying to impress others. He is confident in Himself and content with what He has. 

i know i have nothing to do with any of that. But i like to believe that i contribute to these moments of rest by creating opportunities for them. i work tirelessly to met His exacting standard for housekeeping; everything is in it’s right place and everything is done to His exact specifications. i do the daily chores necessary to keep His house in order and anticipate His needs. i have earned His trust and have proven my commitment to His comfort. 

Now, when He reprimands me for the tiniest thing, and the punishment is disproportionate to the crime, i know that i cannot earn anything with Him. i cannot control anything. i never know what will set Him off and thus i’m constantly on edge. Even when He rests i respect His potential to call down fire upon me. My eyes are always on Him, even as i clean quietly around Him. Watching. Anticipating. Discerning. 

He’s awake. i can tell by the slight move of His hand against His groin. He stares sternly at me through heavy lids. i stop folding His clothes and come to Him. He spreads His thighs and makes a small place for me. He closes His eyes and drops His hands to the side as i gently free His cock and take Him slowly into the warmth of my mouth. 

He is only semi-hard. This is not about sex; it’s about the satisfaction of being worshipped, feared, and obeyed without question - without words. 

i hold Him in my mouth and stay still and quite. i look up to see that His eyes are once again closed and He’s breathing deeply. Soon, the slight reverberation in His chest tells me He’s sound asleep. Time stands still. My neck and knees begin to hurt but i dare not move. 

Only when i feel His hands on the back of my head do i snap back to my senses. i look up once more to see that He’s watching me intently. He holds me still and i know what’s coming. i drop my jaw, creating space inside my mouth with my lips forming a tight seal around Him.

i swallow rapidly as the stream intensifies. My eyes water; i refuse to let a single drop wet His clothes or furniture. It continues as He empties His bladder. He lets me go when He’s finished and i slowly pull away. After ensuring that He’s cleaned, i carefully tuck it away and button up His underwear to His navel. 

“You should get dinner ready. You’re behind schedule, I believe.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank You, Sir.” 

[thinking-mans-submissive]

i know i’m naive and a dreamer. For example, i think hotel rooms are clean and sterile, when they are probably anything but. But they smell and look nice, and therefore, make me feel comfortable and safe - and so do You. 

i don’t know what brought You to my city. It’s just one of many things i don’t know about You. You don’t ask me any questions about myself or my life, which keeps me very focused on the present and what we do in the safety of your room. And so i keep my own questions to myself and try not to think about the day when You’ll exit my life just as abruptly as You inserted Yourself into it. But i long to know more about You and don’t want this to end. 

When i drove to Your hotel for our first face-to-face meeting, my heart was racing. Despite our lengthy and explicit online chats, i wondered if You would like me in person or if things would feel awkward.  More importantly, i worried that someone from town might recognize me.

Stepping across the threshold into the lobby felt like a milestone. It was the farthest i’d ever gone in pursuit of my secret desires ... to finally touch a Man’s body ... to be kissed by that Man ... to see, hold, and taste a cock ... and perhaps ... to feel it inside me, on my back, with my legs spread wide like a woman.

When i saw You waiting for me at the hotel bar - an imposing, muscular figure sitting alone with His back to me - i had to force myself to walk slowly because i wanted to run to You. My face felt flushed and my mouth was dry, but when You greeted me with a warm smile and a hug i instantly relaxed. It was as though we’d known each other forever. 

i was surprised when You didn’t offer me a drink. Maybe it was because You weren’t sure if i was actually of legal drinking age. Or maybe You wanted me sober. But otherwise, You were incredibly nice and easy to talk. In fact, You were so nice that by the time You finished your drink i was afraid You weren’t going to invite me up. Of course, now i realize that was Your strategy all along - to play it cool, like sex was the furthest thing from Your mind. 

It’s partially why i was so stunned by how forceful and sexual You became once You coaxed me to sit next to You on Your bed. When You pushed Your tongue past my lips and pulled me into a tight grip i knew i was in over my head, but there was no stopping what was happening; You took my breath away. i’ve never felt more helpless and simultaneously more safe.

Your body is perfect. You must know that. And yet You seem genuinely enamored by my smooth, boyish, frail body; i feel so effeminate by comparison, which is probably why i averted my eyes when You freed Your cock from the tight confines of Your slacks. i’m glad You made me hold it and helped me get over my shyness. i was shocked by how hot and thick it felt in my trembling hand. Did You know then that i was frantically trying to find a way to back out? i’m sure You did. So i’m glad You took charge the way You did. 

My hole is still sore and i think i’m still leaking Your cum into my underwear, even though i want to hold it inside me for as long as possible. i also noticed this morning that You’ve left quite a few nasty-looking bruises/bite marks on my shoulder, pecs, and thighs. Why do i love them so??

i know You said we’d meet later tonight but i haven’t heard from You yet and i’m so anxious to see You again. i’m hoping the reason You’ve not answered my texts is because You’re busy with work. i know i shouldn’t be bothering You but i can’t stop thinking about You. It’s easier to think clearly and articulate my feelings now that i’m away from Your imposing influence. i shouldn’t be behaving so desperately, but something tells me You’re used to it. 

i never dreamed my first time would be so wonderful. You knew what i needed more than i did. Even though You lied when You promised to use a condom, i’m glad You enjoyed last night; that’s all i really wanted was to please You and make You happy. 

i know i made a lot of noise, despite Your hand over my mouth; i hope no one was in the room next to ours. I’ll never forget the sounds you made either, for as long as i live. i was so glad You enjoyed taking my virginity as much as You did and that You were eventually able to fuck me the way You wanted - the way You needed to in order to cum. In that moment, i realized i didn’t know You at all. It was frightening, terrifying, and wonderful. 

i’m naive and young (and i AM old enough to drink, btw), but i understand what i am to You: i’m just another closeted, sheltered “kid” with Daddy issues trapped in a small town. Maybe. But i do hope You’ll keep Your promise about seeing me again tonight. Now that i know what to expect maybe i can do better? i promise i’ll do whatever You ask. i’m just not ready to say goodby. Please text me. 

[allyourprettyfeelings]

i thought i had three pages written of my essay and i was so ecxited but then i realized i only have two :(