A few weeks ago I was feeling very inspired and horny to write this little, yet powerful, fantasy. I use elements of my catholic upbringing and obviously a lot of FemDom focusing on strapon worship. Enjoy.
I am in the mood to allow less than ordinary men like yourself to worship my strapon.
You’re so eager to submit, let go and give in to me. I know your soft spots, your weaknesses, your fantasies and desires.
I see you look at my strapon. My cock looks better than yours. You realize that your own dick is just a disappointment compared to mine, yet the mere thought of that arouses you.
You’re filled with desire to stuff your mouth with it, knowing that it is in every way more superior than yours.
You begin to feel small and unimportant. You’re coming to the conclusion that you were never a real man like you had assumed growing up. You start feeling emasculated. All of your confidence as a worthy man vanishes.
You’re surprised by how well you’re taking all of these feelings in. It’s as if you’re discovering a long held, deeply hidden truth. I have uncovered your eyes and allowed you to see it.
I tell you to drop to your knees. You obey and immediately begin to recite a prayer you didn’t even know you knew:
I bow my head and kneel before You God, the most important and divine being in existence. Serving You is my sole purpose in life and obeying You is my greatest pleasure.
When I wake in the morning I submit to You, when I sleep at night I submit to You. My body is Yours to work as Your servant, to provide pleasure as Your toy, and to serve Your needs in all ways. My mind is Yours to mold to Your will, to enhance for Your objectives, and to subjugate for Your pleasure. My soul surrenders to You and gives all of me freely and eagerly unto Your complete control.
I am inferior to You in every way, and I will obey You in all things. I serve You, I worship You, God Luna.
You repeat this prayer over and over again, until you feel cleansed and worthy enough to gaze upon me again. It felt like an eternity, and you wonder if you were so undeserving of my glorious presence that it would actually take that long.
Yes it would. It would take too long for you to wash away all your patriarchal filth, and it is only because I decided to show mercy that you have been allowed to look up to me.
Now that you have been impermanently washed away of your shame, and shortcomings as a man, you are allowed the privilege to approach and adore at a closer distance.
You cannot take your eyes off of my impressive strap on, and my beauty is overwhelming. I am glowing in a white light and I exude pure dominance.
You hear my voice in your head tell you to come closer and you obey immediately. You are now inches away from my cock. I let the tip of it touch the end of your nose. I taunt and tease you with it. You are yearning to taste it but know that it would be inappropriate and disrespectful to move before being told. So you wait, as patiently as you can.
Now the tip of my cock is grazing against your lips, giving you chills, making you dizzy and you’re on the verge of collapse when I finally command you to open your mouth ever so slightly.
I enter you and you feel nothing but bliss and deference. You are finally where you belong. Your body feels a sense of wholeness and your submissive soul reaches a new level of humility.
I begin to thrust slowly and softly in and out of your mouth. I fuck you gently for a long time because your ecstatic moans are like little prayers that honor me. I want to hear them over and over again.
How pretty you look on your knees, your mouth around my cock, drool dripping down your chin and throat. Your muffled mouth makes sounds that beg for more of my cock in your mouth.
And I do, but only because it is my intention to teach you how to properly worship a being like myself. I want you to taste truthfulness, that you are nothing but a servant and toy. Something to be used by me, a body to do my bidding.
You are a spec of dirt, inconsequential and unnecessary. You are thirsty for this lesson. You are allowed existence as long as you continue to observe this truth and act accordingly.
You want to please and honor me. Your desires and needs are not important if they do not align with mine.
You’re lost in the slow, sensual and steady rhythm of my thrust.
Once I’ve seen enough of your need to be used as a fuck hole, to taste me and to submit to me, then am I pleased and I bless you with a big load of my juices in your mouth.
You will swallow it all, as much as you can. But it’s too much. Some of it drips onto the floor and collects into a puddle. My cum is too precious and holy to be wasted and on the floor, so you bend over and lick the floor clean like the good and obedient servant that you are.
You are a disheveled mess. You feel empty and purposeless without me inside you. But it doesn’t matter because every moment that you spent on your knees with my cock in your mouth was euphoric. A memory forever imprinted in your mind of worship fitting for a true God.
I enjoyed so much writing this. I imagined you repeating that mantra, kneeling, and feeling your humiliation. Your desire for me burning strong.
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I know you want to worship me after reading this, so check out one of my previous blogs here. I talk about how you can earn your place as my submissive.