New York City Submissive Female – Chapter 2

1983 it was. Fall.

Sue was ready at last. It had been a long time for her, over six months. Never since her early teens had she gone for so long without it, so great was the trauma she’d been through.

And this man, this proud and tall man, this pillar of the community, respected and liked by all, had been her rock. He had been what she scarcely deserved.

Now she was in bed with him, and she would give him everything he deserved. She was wet with anticipation.

His body, muscular and powerful, titillated her senses. She could not stop caressing it, fondling it, kissing it, licking it. She bathed him with her tongue, each of his moans music to her ears. The further down she descended, the more excited she got. He was a god. His chest made her tingle, his belly made her quiver.

Then she came to his cock. She could not see it in the dark, but it tantalized her. She paused for a moment, admiring its length and girth, breathing in that intoxicating scent.

She opened her mouth and began to take it in—

“What are you doing?” Keith asked sharply.

“I’m sucking your cock, baby,” she replied, then dove back on him.

He pushed her away. “Stop it!”

Sue’s mind was reeling. What was happening? What had she done wrong?

“You don’t love me?” she asked, confused. Of course he didn’t love her. Nobody loved her.

“Of course I love you,” he replied. “That’s why I can’t let you do this.”

“I don’t understand,” she pleaded, her heart melting. “Don’t you want me to suck your cock?”

“Of course not,” he said. “Why would I do that to you?”

Nobody had ever refused her sucking their cock before. No one.

“I don’t understand,” she repeated. “I…I love you. I want to suck your cock.”

“Sue,” he said gently, “don’t you realize that this is the problem? You’ve acted like a whore for so long that people treat you like one. Your body is your temple. It’s made in the image of God. Use it for the purposes it was intended. Your mouth is for smiling, and talking, and laughing, and singing. Not for sex.”

“But I like sucking cock—”

Keith lifted her up by the armpits, bringing her to face him. “Sue, what happened to you happened at least partly because of the way you behaved. You degrade yourself for strange men, and strange men see you as a target, someone to be hurt. I can’t let you act like this anymore. It’s not healthy and it’s not normal. I never want to see you get hurt this way again.”

His arms were around her, his powerful muscles still filling her with desire.

“I want to make love to you,” he said. “But only the way God intended.”

“But there’s nothing in the Bible about—”

“Do you really want to do a theological discussion now?” said Keith, his hands stroking her back.

Sue was too horny to argue. They made love that night, glorious, peaceful love. But there was something missing. Something teleological, not theological.

***

Phil’s company was on Avenue of the Americas, in the very heart of midtown Manhattan. Every morning coming to the office he had strode spellbound through the giant canyons formed by the skyscrapers, gleaming and modern. They loomed large, brute testimony to man’s power. Not for nothing did feminist critics carp that they were but phallic symbols; Phil did, indeed, feel his masculinity surge within him when he entered that glittering revolving door, as he rode up the elevators.

But today he rode the subway to a different destination. Sue’s company was downtown, in the financial district. The Twin Towers still watched from above, a hint of the nascence of midtown. If midtown spoke of modernity and wealth, downtown spoke of history and tradition. The brick buildings beckoned back to the nineteenth century. They spoke of an older New York, the New York of tenements and immigrants and garment workers, they whose hands had built America.

Nor was the downtown conception of wealth and luxury the same as it was midtown. Sue’s firm didn’t offer its employees free soft drinks, as tech companies did. What they did have was a stunning reception desk with an equally stunning receptionist.

“May I help you?”

“I’m here to see Sue,” said Phil, feeling insignificant.

“Sue who?”

Phil did not know. “Um…she’s…she’s an engineering manager.”

“Engineering? Do you mean I.T.?”

“Yeah.” Surely in that male-dominated sector there would not be two tech managers named Sue. And indeed, there weren’t.

“Phil!” Sue didn’t look as delectable as she had in yesterday’s revealing costume. She dressed professionally in a blue power suit, with a grey skirt dropping below the knee. But knowing, as he now did, what lay underneath that outfit made it much hotter.

Phil was surprised how dull and grey everything was, in contrast to the bright colors of California. Except for the room she led him to, which felt like a vacation. It had a generously sized armchair, a variety of women’s magazines, a fridge, and a full set of soft drinks.

“Bet you don’t know what this room is,” said Sue, grinning.

“What is it?”

“It’s the mother’s room.”

“The what?”

“Federal law requires employers to provide a space to breastfeed. And,” she looked at him evilly, “I happen to know that there is not a single breastfeeding mother actually on this floor.” One of the benefits of having a largely male staff. She peeled off her clothes without another word.

Phil’s heart raced at the thought that they were in an office, they might be discovered at any moment. But Sue had a different idea.

“I was so turned on being your mommy yesterday. I don’t have any children. I can’t have them, now. I know I’m not quite old enough to be your mother, but — can I be your mommy? One more time?” She started to unbutton his shirt.

Phil thought of his mother again, the harsh lines on her face, the sneers of contempt at who he was, the patent dislike and disdain she had always carried towards him.

Suddenly he was hugging onto Sue desperately, fiercely, like he would never let her go. And her breast was in his mouth, and he was sucking on it like a baby, and she was holding him close and humming him a lullaby.

“Ohh yes. Yes. My dear little boy. My baby boy. Mommy’s little boy.” She kissed his forehead and stroked his hair and cooed and licked his ears. Phil breathed in the scent of her cologne, he tasted the sweetness of her breast, he felt the softness of her ass in his hands. Sue held him closely to her, rocking him back and forth, crooning sweet words.

Phil’s cock, of course, was definitely not behaving like a baby’s. Sue pressed her pussy against it. She pulled off his shirt and nuzzled at his chest, nuzzling him the way he’d just been suckling her.

He felt the wetness of her pussy against his pants. She sank to her knees and unzipped, pulling them down.

“Mommy wants to suck your cock,” she said, but found herself dismayed as it began to soften.

There is such a thing as going too far. “It was okay when I was sucking your tits,” said Phil, “but for cock…I want…I want…”

Sue understood. “You want your whore.” The magic word brought Phil roaring back to attention.

She tugged him forward a bit, then his balls were in her mouth. She sucked them, devouring them, the greed of submission driving her. Electric currents shot through Phil’s body as she licked his groin.

Last night he had been lying down. Now she was kneeling in front of him, a position of worship. He felt like a king. No longer was he the lonely little boy who had been sucking mommy’s breast just moments before. He was a man with his concubine, a man being served, back in an old world where men were men and women knew their place.

“Call me names,” she asked.

“What if someone hears?”

“Who cares?”

“Oh, you slut,” he murmured as she licked his cock. “Whore,” he muttered as she flicked her tongue on its underside. “Filthy cunt,” he sighed as she took his cock in her mouth.

She looked straight into his eyes as he shot his load onto her tongue, telling her over and over what a whore she was, what a slut she was, a dirty, brazen cocksucker. But no matter how much verbal abuse he let fly, he was still utterly humbled when she opened her mouth, letting him see the white stain, and swallowed.

She stood up, smiling, unclothed, enjoying her moment of triumph. He sat there, peaceful and spent. But guilt nagged at him.

“I didn’t do anything for you.”

“Sure you did. I loved this.”

“But you didn’t climax.”

“I told you, I’m submissive. I enjoy your climaxes as much as my own. Sometimes more.”

“But…” Phil found this hard to grasp. “But isn’t it my duty to please you too—”

“Stop talking about duty,” said Sue. “You worry too much. If I really wanted you to do something, I’d ask. But I don’t. I wanted to blow you without anything in return. That gives me its own kind of pleasure.”

Phil did not understand this. It was contrary to everything he’d believed.

“But tonight, I want more,” said Sue.

“More…what do you mean?”

“More than just sucking your cock. You need to put more effort into it.”

“You want me to go down on you?”

“No, I want you to come up with a scenario. Something like what we’ve done online. A fantasy brought to life. One of your fantasies. Something memorable. Not just a plain blowjob.”

After they got dressed, she opened the door, checking to make sure no one was looking, then hurried him out. She gave him a quick kiss.