Surrender or be Conquered?

I recently asked my little boy, if he wanted to be conquered or to surrender to me. Here is his response.

Mommy asked me to write about whether i would rather surrender or be conquered? And why?

I believe the answer is a combination of the two, as there must be some connection and willingness to surrender ones freedom in the first place.  Without that connection and desire to be owned, the whole process of ownership and submission can come off as a game making the entire act a joke and a total turn off.

My surrendering to Mommy did not start as total surrender but rather began with a desire to serve and submit to Her.  I immediately felt something and knew that She was the Domme I had to kneel before. And commit myself to.

Little by little Mommy, sensing and feeling my devotion, started to take control and kept whittling away at me, until She conquered me and got my total devotion and complete submission.

The fact that it was a gradual power exchange made it all the more real and natural, it was something that I HAD to do, no rather needed to do.  I am now at the point where I am begging Her to take more and more control.  In a sense my surrendering led to my being conquered.

Had I not had a willingness to surrender to Her, I do not know if I would have been able to be conquered by Her.

I have willingly turned over two credit cards and my banking information, as well as placed Her collar in the form of a metal cock ring around what is now Her cock.

So my being conquered started with a willingness to surrender and has grown into something so special and real that I can’t imagine my life without Her.

This is the same little boy I've registered as mine. The same little boy who now wears a cock ring 24/7 to represent his submission and slavery to me. The same boy that offers himself willingly and freely to me. We live very far from one another. There are no real ties holding us together - yet, we remain one. He is the first I've ever trusted with more than my real name, but my location, my family - he is the first of many. The first I've experienced bondage with - he wrapped himself nicely like a present for me.

I hope to discover many firsts with this sweet little slut. It's such a deep power exchange when the sub trusts fully. 

He was at work when the cock ring arrived.

I told him to go to the bathroom and put it on.

I love a good boy that listens.

EXTERMINATE! Geek randomness is my life.

My present - One of the most erotic orgasms I've seen from a boy yet.

Always sunny in Florida..

Kiss my feet...

Keep reading, more to come on Fuzzy in the next post. He's also been a good little boy.

-Goddess Lotus