Slave For A Day: A Tale of Male Submission

They gazed at each other for a few seconds, both waiting for the other to make a move and as much as she wanted to be the one to suggest it, to demand it, she knew that it had to come from him. He had to be the one to make the choice.

Luckily he seemed to realise that too and he lifted his other hand up, placing it beside the grasped one, “Please, Ma’am, may I service you this weekend?”

Oh fuck, that was hot!

She reached her other hand out and grabbed his bare wrist, holding the two of them together.

“Yes,” she replied, “You absolutely may.”