He knew I longed for something and He knew this longing would serve Him well. I was an alpha female, raised in family full of headstrong women and doc...le men. I was aggressive, demanding, and decisive. Yet, soon after I met Him, I found myself submitting by choice. I looked to Him for guidance and correction. I wanted Him to tell me what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. More than anything, I wanted to serve Him. And I loved every moment of it. I would think to myself, “This is not who I. You look great like that.” She sat on the divan a little above me and began to arrange herself, looking in the mirror as she did so. She pulled her right leg up under her buttocks and had the other planted on the floor. It didn’t seem to work for her and she decided to sit in a lotus style position as swell. I watched as she repositioned her legs and my eyes drifted towards her outer labia as they opened to reveal the pinker inner lips. “I think that if I pose and mirror your lotus position it. I watched her as she worked me, her eyes transfixed on my hard cock as she slowly tugged it.I saw her lick her full, juicy lips and then open her mouth, her tongue resting on her bottom teeth as she moved her head forward. I closed my eyes as I felt the silky heat of her mouth close around my cock. She took most of it in her first stroke. I felt the tip touch the back of her neck and she gagged slightly, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached both arms around me and grabbed my arse with. Master, would you please touch me again, so that I can show you how I respond?" So I lightly ran the backs of my fingers up her arm, and she stopped pushing the cart and spread her knees a little. I grinned at her, and she grinned back at me. "Master, that was an excellent idea. I can 'communicate' with you, even when you don't touch me. If you see me across a room, then as soon as I know you are looking at me I can tell you what I want you to do, without saying a word. Who knows, you may have.