He had mastered the glance by the time he was in the fourth grade.
How to look and then look away with a bowed head of submission.
By the ninth grade he knew all the dirty poems and all the improper proportions.
In high school, he became a master of the hallway flirt as he pursued all the girls that struck him as cute.
But it was the desert years of the Marines which really taught him what being a woman means.
Waiting, listening, and obedience were the first lessons.
A contest entry
- Battle of the Sexes ~ Guys, your turn... by Xianaria.
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Comments
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to learn to be submissive is harder than some might think, to give one self up to another would be to believe in them to the point of their life.
sounds like one here had learn to be a Master over all he wanted.
Riftkin
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you have been there ? I tried and found I had absolutely all fight in me though the fantasy had been nice in reality I was so not able to.
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