Subjugate Me

Admittance, that is what finally made my tears flow. She let me cry, She didn’t hold me, She didn’t even talk.

This is the last of a three part series by prolific author Ancilla Liberatio. Read Part 1 here and Part 2 here.

Admittance, that is what finally made my tears flow. She let me cry, She didn’t hold me, She didn’t even talk.

I felt like I was alone, yet not so.

And then, at Her feet and between Her legs, this particular stranger did take me to divinity. We crashed into each other, at the speed of light.

We required no implements, nothing except two bodies writhing together and dancing to the music of the soul. Her little hard kisses that teased every sense they approached. Her tenderly rough touch that destroyed my ability to think. She had me serve her, over and over, as if unsatiated for years. I was drinking her, her nectar and her poison. She hurt me, but forbade me from crying out, just by the look in Her eyes. I was so close to Her then and knew her so well; I knew her epicenters of pleasure and I explored each niche of her body as She lay back to allow me to please her. However even as I lay with my face buried between her legs, she was an enigma. I could manipulate her body into climaxing numerous times for she willed it, but I had no access to Her mind even though it was right there in front of me.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she led me naked to the roof, without a word. Just pulling me by my hair, and I followed, unquestioning.

She gestured that I lie down on the cold, rough terrain and needless to say, I complied. She may have climbed on top of me, but She didn’t contact a single part of my body. She moved her hands all over me, yet she didn’t touch me. I felt her touch, nonetheless, I felt it on my face, my arms, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my legs.. I felt her fingers all over me, even though there was an inch of sacred electricity and dancing particles of life between us at all times. In that magical space, I felt more than the distance engulf me. I felt the stars watching us, the sky blanketing us, the wind howling and serenading, the darkness obscuring the obvious and her fingers bringing it all to me.

Conventionally, we didn’t make love, but what we did was so moving that I was appalled at never having done it before. I felt her face so close to mine, and I served her; with my eyes, my breath, my scent, my movement. She didn’t need to tie my hands with rope for she had tied them with Her mind. didn’t need words to tell me what to do because her unspoken commands were clearer than the sky after eternal rain.

She didn’t need to demand my subjugation, for She had deflowered my soul.

About the author

The Cathartist

The Cathartist is the Editor at GaysiFamily. She remembers nearly all her dreams to the last detail, would rather skip a movie than watch it after missing the first five minutes, has a rare form of Tourettes leading to inappropriate conversations and is a hopeless jerk magnet. If she ever writes a book, it will be called "La tyrannie d'anciens amoureux".