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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 69
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 16 -- Worship
Urib knelt on the floor. Now I was looking at the top of his head his hair was sort of shining in the neon. And he looked at me then down; he adjusted his knees apart and then spread them as he put his hands palms down and slid them forward on the floor and continued sliding them until his chest met his knees and his face was touching the floor and his arms were straight out in front of him with his fingers pointing forward like petals. Then he slid further so that his chest and his face were on the floor and his legs splayed so wide that his arse was opened up and sort of sticking up in the air, like 'yeah fuck me!', yeah? The muscles on his upper back and neck folded in a complicated shape to keep his arms forward and flat in the floor.
"Ok?" he said without moving his head like he was kissing the floor. "That's what is Worship position. I mean obviously in practice you would obviously ALWAYS do this only ever completely naked. Nearly always. And you just hold it like that until he says different or something. OK. Note: this isn't yoga! I'm not relaxed. I'm not just flopped. I'm flexed. I'm actively stretched out before him OK? My whole body is hard for him OK? And I can feel my hole is exposed and like open. And my buttocks are apart, for use - do you see that? Is that clear? He can whip you or fuck you - it's up to him!"
I could see how this great body of his - even his spine was muscley - all stretched out like that was just so like ... yeah, like, 'Do what you want with me, I am yours!' Yeah?
"Po sees this, he'll be impressed. I guarantee. OK," he added.
And I thought if I'd be like that Po WOULD just love it, I could see now! I could see how it would impress Po if I did that! He'd be like, 'Hey what's this?' and he'd definitely want to, well use me. He'd be so pleased - and so surprised! It made me grin, course it did!
Urib looked up awkwardly, and saw me smile, then pushed and slid back to a standard kneeling position.
"Now you try," he said looking up at me.
So I tried it. I went from kneeling, facing Urib, put my face on the floor like he had, and stretched out my arms with palms down on the floor and slid like he di until I was just like staring at the floor and I could see all the dirt and stuff, like feet marks on it became like my private world what only I could see!
"Arse up. OPEN! Stretch and don't relax!"
My shorts had tightened up against me so that my erection was in this bundle and touching where the ground was, tempting me to just rub it or press it down - which was good for the position I think!
It felt strange, cause Po could do anything he wanted to me like this; like he could kick me or stand on my hands or even go behind me and whip me or, I mean, easily fuck me if that's what he wanted to do! Easily! I thought, 'Yeah! This is as good as he says!' And like, I felt so cool thinking he could see me like that and really knew then that he owned me!
"RIGHT down! Push! Force it! Yeah. OK. Flat. Can you feel that?"
I could feel the stretch go right through me and I felt like, yeah, I can feel it now!
"Amazing ..." I said.
"What's that?"
"I just said, it's amazing," I said.
"OK. Amazing. OK. OK. That's worship position, and I want you to picture yourself doing that even when you aren't doing that because that is exactly what they want, OK, that mindset. So that's what I want you to try when he gets home today and that's how to make sure he's really impressed with your new brain. Let him know. He owns you; he can do anything to you; you'll obey him; you won't complain and what? You'll be grateful. OK? Because why? Because he is completely free and needs to feel that freedom to do whatever he wants to, OK? Why? Because he is Superior Man - unlike you who is owned and completely can be used and is not free. OK. That's it."
I knelt up and sighed.
"What now what's wrong?" he said.
I sighed again, "Oh I ... it's like, there's a lot for me to learn. I'm just thinking. It's like learning the piano, just starting out and I need to practice it, everyday. I mean it's constant practice isn't it? That's the only way I'm going to get good for him. Really good."
"Yes," said Urib. "Definitely practice. We'll see to that. There will be plenty of opportunity to get it right and lots of punishment so don't NOT get it right, OK?" He smiled, "And remember there's that beating Po promised as well! He sees you in worship like that he's going to want to pay you for everything you did wrong to him today. I mean you really took the piss. Idiot. I'd love to see the fucking ... he's going to kick the living shit out of you! You'll be black and blue the next time you're back for our next lesson which I'm looking forward to see - because it's right if you are owned anyway. Because if there's one thing I know about Po it's he enjoys all that especially where it's well deserved and well overdue in your case." I shivered. I had forgotten about the punishment ... "And remember how you should stand?"
"Yes," I said adopting first position.
"OK," said Urib, "that's enough for one day. Run along. You'll be home in time to get ready for Po. Don't worry too much. He's firm but fair, I'd say of him. A little bit too fair in my opinion. When he's finished with you ... So when he gets in say, 'Please may I to rim you Po?' or," - Urib mimicked me using a sissy voice - "or words to that effect, and I bet you he'll say, 'Cool yeah babes,' or," - like Po had this sexy voice - "or something and you'll be able to really please him as well as then you get to eat his arse out which you'll love. Plus he's got this beautiful sweet cunt. Sweet chocolate cake. And let's face it, he'll fuck you after, because it gets him really excited, and he'll be so hard after you rim his hole with your sweet tongue, so it's sure to be the fuck of your dreams aren't you the lucky one? Just focus on that."
But like it was I couldn't focus on anything at all!
"Now shower off and everything. Go on!"
"What about you?"
"I need to stay and work out."
So I trotted to the door, just left him, and slid past, then along the corridor to the end where the changing rooms were, and the showers as well. I felt like I could feel everything, like my whole body, just pulsing with fire and this like this painful fucking energy making me want to get down on the ground and worship Po like I'd just done now!
*** The changing room was a few rows of lockers with little shelves or benches and these mirrors and a toilet and so on and the whole place stank, like really stank of man bodies and sweat and their pissy clothes. There was even a couple of pairs of underpants what had just been just thrown down like forgotten and a dirty-but-sexy t-shirt in all smart colours and branding what was lying on the floor there - so I just naturally picked those up as I was passing cause well I was tidy so I just thought I'd pick them up and put them somewhere, except then I didn't know where, so I, well I smelt them, didn't I, in my hands there and ... it seemed like it was right for me to smell them cause they were the underclothes of these Superior Men who would come here changing their dirty underwear and so on before, or after, working their bodies in the gym. The smell was so rank it made me feel like even their stink was better than mine. Not that I stank; I kept clean at all times out of that's who I am, but by this time I was a bit smelly I suppose and, even though I didn't have any clothes to change into, I knew I needed a shower and then I could run along home and ... well, then I could shower again and then change my clothes - well I'd be naked until Po came in wouldn't I then? And then who knows? I didn't know what Po had in mind or anything!
So I was smelling these rank sports clothes and thinking if I needed a shirt I could wear this except it was even so smelly I didn't see the point. But actually what I really wanted was to put these men's clothes on and feel the sweat and the dirt of their bodies go all over mine. Like it even made me shiver to think of wearing these men's soiled clothes against my clean skin ... I caught sight of myself in the mirror, holding this branded shirt on my face and these underclothes in my hand and I thought, '...you are disgusting!'
So that made me smile.
But then I heard these footsteps and so I was just putting the clothes down on this shelf quickly so I wouldn't get caught with them like practically in my mouth - cause of the taste of them - and I tried to look smart, like cool or something, even though my hardon was probably showing when these two guys walk in and, fuck me they were gorgeous just ignoring me except one said, with a smile, "Stand easy," like he knew he had caught me smelling them.
So I was embarrassed already.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 68