What a lot of men don't realise is that there's a downside to being worshipped.

It might sound heavenly to have someone be so infatuated with you that they will do literally anything you tell them, but it can also become a little bit boring. Most women will challenge you, partake in a little bit of back and forth, make it be known that they are worthy of your attention. The interplay is fun and exciting because they are fun and exciting.

And then there are women like Fiona.

The Fionas of the world are neither fun nor exciting. They exist purely to obey and agree and serve. Only when being fully subservient do they find any sense of peace within themselves. And, of course, the Fionas are inevitably the ones who end up not just submitting to you, but worshipping you. They know they don't deserve your attention, and indeed if you give them too much attention they simply cannot handle it. Your gaze is like a spotlight to them; a passing glance they can just about deal with, but stare at them for more than a few seconds and they begin to fidget and stammer and sweat. They just aren't built to cope with it. The truth is they aren't really built to cope with anything much.

Fionas are made to exist in the background, in the shadows of people they know are superior to them. They are at their happiest when being told to fetch something, or hold something, or clean something. They need simple, precise instructions for every task you give them, because when they're in your presence they are incapable of advanced thought.

But you should not pity them, or at least not any more than you would pity a moth relentlessly bumping against a lightbulb. Partly because although their actions might not make sense to you, for the moth and the Fiona they are entirely natural and logical, and partly because they're so inconsequential they don't deserve your pity.

Now, having a Fiona in your life might sound wonderful to you. You're possibly reading this and wondering where you can find one, but as I warned you right at the start, there is a downside. To continue the previous analogy, imagine having a moth flying around in the background of your life all the time. Just, always there, hovering, hanging around, and no matter how many times you swat it away, it keeps coming back. The Fiona knows you don't need it, and the Fiona knows it doesn't deserve you, but it lacks the strength and capacity to remove itself from your life.

So, what do you do in that situation? In my experience the only thing you can do (if you're feeling generous) is to allow it to be of service to you in areas of your life where it can be useful. And please understand that I'm using the word 'useful' in its loosest sense.

Fiona bumbled her way into my life a few years ago. I won't bore you with any details on how or where or why, and neither will I describe her. Just imagine a vague female shape.

For a while I allowed her to do simple things for me. She held my glass while I watched TV, washed my feet, ironed my shirts and, very occasionally, I gave her something more challenging like doing my shopping. A list, very clear, and if they don't have exactly what I want in one shop then go to another. No errors, no substitutes, no excuses.

One day she drove me to a shopping centre (mall) near where I lived. As always, I walked through the shops with her behind me. I picked out the things I wanted, handing them to her to hold. Obviously I didn't ask her opinion on anything because, well, why would I? On that day I was interested in some new shirts, and a new pair of sneakers. I didn't bother trying anything on because I wouldn't be the one paying for them, so if I didn't like anything it wasn't a big deal.

As I shopped, Fiona hung about awkwardly. She's always on edge in these situations incase she meets anyone she knows, because then she'll be caught being who she truly is, and that's something she would be ashamed of anyone else finding out.

Fiona, like most Fionas, lives a double life. In her everyday life she has a job, and responsibilities, and can talk to people, and makes decisions. She isn't happy doing those things, but she's learned how to pretend she is. I'm the only one she reveals her true self to. I'm the only one she will ever reveal her true self to.

So, I'm sure you can imagine how awkward it would be for her if Jenny From Work suddenly appeared. How difficult it would be for her to have to somehow continue to be the meek little creature who trotted after me, and also engage in conversation with a normal person like a normal person.

As far as I know it never happened, but I was always too interested in what I was choosing to care.

When I had finished choosing the shirts I clicked my fingers and Fiona followed me to the checkout. She placed the clothes on the counter and then stepped back while I engaged in smalltalk with the young and very pretty cashier. Once my clothes were bagged and the amount was rung up Fiona shuffled up and paid. I said goodbye, turned and left, while she gathered up the bags and hurried after me.

That day was a good day's shopping. I was pleased with my new things, and Fiona hadn't made a mess of anything. I decided that when we got home I was going to reward her.

That night I put the football on TV and then removed my trousers and underwear. I told Fiona to fetch me a beer and then assume the position. I could tell she was happy by how quickly she did as she was told. She practically sprinted.

I stood, watching the game, my cock and balls hanging freely, until she returned. When she was in position (lying flat on her back on the floor, my beer held in her hand) I straddled her and then knelt down so that my balls were against her mouth, and my cock was lying on her chin. I told her to open her mouth and she did so. I told her to suck my balls into her mouth and she did so. I watched the game while she held them there, keeping them warm for me.

At one point I decided I wanted to cum, so I told her to lick my asshole and stroke my cock while she did it. She shuffled an inch or two upwards on the floor, then began to tongue my hole while also reaching up and wanking my dick.

I drank beer and watched the TV, telling her when I wanted it harder or faster or slower. Like I already said - you have to give Fionas simple, clear instructions.

As I came she made sure to hold my dick the correct way, so that my cum landed on her clothes and didn't make a mess of the floor.

After I had cum I got up and sat on the sofa.

When I was comfortable I clicked my fingers and Fiona got up, making sure to rub my cum thoroughly into her clothes first so that no stray drops fell off, and then knelt between my open legs with her chin on the sofa.

Her reward for giving me a good day was being allowed to suckle on my flaccid cock until it was sparkling clean.

When she was finished she knew to leave without talking to me, and definitely without getting in the way of the TV, even though that meant crawling past me on the floor.

Before she left she fetched me another beer and placed it in my hand. I didn't so much as glance in her direction. I'd already let her buy me things, let her be in public with me, let her hold my balls in her mouth, let her lick my asshole and touch my cock, and let her clean me up afterwards. I'd even allowed her to take my cum home with her.

She had been rewarded a lot that day, even though we both knew she didn't deserve it.

You need to be careful with a Fiona. If you're too good to them they'll just end up worshipping you more.