So it has been an interesting week so far and I can admit I have enjoyed it (some parts more then others). Knowing I have to do anything my girlfriend tells me, and thinking about it during the day, has been exiting in itself.
Day 1 started out with some household chores (One of her dresses and a sweater needed washing, the desk in our bedroom needed tidying up)
At night I was given the pleasure of kissing her beautiful nipples and after a while she put her hands on my head and guided me down between her legs. I love hearing her voice and therefor waited patiently for her to give me the command to start licking. With Her taste in my mouth and her smell through my nose, I obediently pleasured her with my tongue until she had her orgasm. She didn’t return the favor and I fell asleep almost as excited as I had been just a moment ago, knowing that it was up to her to decide when I would be allowed to come.
Day 2 was a day of chores (doing the washing, cocking food for her to bring to work the next day, going to the store to return a jacket she had bought and decided she didn’t want). Since the weather was great she also ordered me to arrange for a nice pick nick for us, which we shared together before I went to the gym.
Day 3 was my favorite day so far. Starting the day Heléne went for a morning run and came home all sweaty. As she was talking about her run I was looking at her body thinking about how nice and salty it would taste. Then and there I wanted her to tell me to go down on my knees right in front of her, slowly take of her pants and start pleasuring her. Instead I watched her start taking her clothes off to get ready for the shower.
I asked: “Do you want me to take care of your clothes”
She looked at me, dropped them to the floor, smiled and said: “You can pick them up from there”
Now there was a playfulness about her, she was showing she was above me and I would have to do as I was told. This was were much to my liking and that image stuck in my mind throughout the day.
Later in the evening she had me prepare her a foot bath followed by telling me she wanted her toenails painted. She was sitting down in the sofa so I submissively placed myself on the floor in front of her. I liked how I felt down there by her feet, the lowest part of her body. This was the psychological taste of being below her, I put my full attention to her toes and tried my best to do a good job she would be satisfied with. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be upset if I messed up but I somehow still imagined the possibility, pretending there could be consequences if I didn’t.
Her eyes looking down on me, I knew this was a place where I wanted to be.