Author and Model Unknown (but I’d like to know her)

The following is a scene I envisioned based on the emotions and words in this song…a big favorite of mine and one I would share with Mine.

Jenna knelt, naked, head bowed, and waiting.

“Say that again.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered.  “You asked me the difference between can’t say no and won’t say no when it comes to you, Sir.”  She looked up now and tried to let her heart and soul bleed through her eyes to him.  “There’s no difference in those two words for me is what I said.”

His face was impassive.  

She knew him well enough to see the surprise and incredulity.  It would be amusing in another context.  Now, it bothered her that he didn’t see it…see her yet for what she had become under his hands.  She grinned to herself: his hands, his tongue, his lips, OH GOD, his voice!  He could read the phonebook to her, and she’d get so wet from just his voice.  It should be illegal for a man to sound like him.  She wasn’t the only one who thought so, either.

“Explain.” He told her.

No matter how many times he took the tone of Master over Dom, she still quivered inside and felt the collar on her throat with a leash in his hand.  

“Yes, Master.” She grinned at him.  “I forfeited the right to say no when I became your slave.  I chose to give it up.  You ensured I understood that clearly before you let me do it.”

“Well, you needed to be sure.” He shrugged.

“Yes…and no.  Yes, I did, but you also were looking out for me and making triple sure that you weren’t taking advantage of a young woman submissive with romantic ideas of doing deeper.  You checked because you love me, Master.” She shrugged back at him.

“Continue.” He told her.

“As your submissive, Hell, as your woman, it would cause me physical pain and discomfort to refuse you anything.  Your displeasure hurts me more than any lash, strap, or paddle could, Sir.”  She felt herself becoming emotional trying to explain it to him.  Letting it spill out, a tear trailed down her cheek.  “See?  You fill me so much that I leak top and bottom, Master.”  She hoped to break his tension.

He softly laughed.  “You’re taking care of me again, aren’t you?”

“It’s my job, and I take it very seriously.  Do you understand now?  Why can’t and won’t are the same for me when it comes to you?”  She needed to know.

“I do.” He paused.  “That’s a lot of power to put in my hands.”

She softly laughed now.  “Sir, my heart and soul are in those hands.  There’s no more power I have that I can give you other than that.  It is a lot.” She grinned.  “With great power comes great responsibility, Sir.”

He cocked his head.  “Did you just ‘Uncle Ben’ me?”  He asked.

“Maybe.” She shrugged.

“You’re lucky I let you keep those maybes.” He grumbled.

“I know I am. Thank you for your indulgence of this sassy submissive, Sir.” She bowed her head.

“Still…it makes me feel…guilty or…I’ll admit it, scared.” He confessed.

Her eyes came up to his once more.  “And that is why I gave you this power: I knew I could trust you with all of me.”  

His stare burned into her with the intensity of a thousand suns.  Bowing her head once more, she felt a strong desire, a need.  “Master, I beg to crawl to you and worship your cock, please, Master?  Please?” She begged with all she could muster.

“You may.” He growled.

She gave him a feral smile and slinked her way to him.  Master was going to be well attended to tonight!