This is a story about a man who seeks a master to teach him to be a sub bitch bottom. Part 1 includes the contact, lead up, and eventual meeting. It contains elements of verbal abuse, light BDSM, and forced oral sex.
My Journey Into Submission
I wanted to prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was a submissive bottom bitch boy. I'm 38, 5'5", 138 lbs., brown hair and eyes, and a 7.5 cut cock that bends downward.
I posted an ad on several different websites looking for someone to be my master and be the one who teaches me about life as a sub. I received many replies, most of which were either flakes or people looking for things I was not interested in. I made it clear in my ad that everything was on the table except scat, using the word `faggot', extreme pain, and total sensory deprivation. I also said I preferred only gay men who took care of themselves. I made it clear that I was new to this world and would need to be taught how to behave.
I finally got a few replies that looked interesting enough to follow up on. One was a guy in his late 40's who wanted a bitch sub to service him. Another was a guy around my age who was curious about the BDSM lifestyle and wanted someone to experiment with. The last one was a younger guy in his 20s seeking someone to help him develop his dominant side. All of these potential playmates seemed genuinely interested in getting together for some fun.
After a few back-and-forth emails with each playmate, I decided to start with the guy in his 40s. I thought this would be a good opportunity to begin my training as a sub. We exchanged pics and many messages over the course of a few weeks. As luck would have it, he would be in town on business this week. He had a hotel downtown and was planning on staying the weekend. I said I'd love to meet him at his hotel for some intense punishment and submission. He replied immediately. You will address me as SIR every time you speak to me. You will not cum from now until we meet. I will send you details later.' And so it begins. I sent him back a message saying Yes SIR. I'm sorry SIR. I will not cum without your permission, SIR.' We established a safe word to make sure I had an out if things got to be too much. I decided it would be `purplemonkeydishwasher'.
I knew I needed to get ready for this. The night before we were supposed to meet, I put in a plug to prep my hole for the inevitable pounding it was going to take. Sir said he had a big, thick cock and from the pics he sent it sure looks like it. I jerked off but did not cum, per Sir's orders.
We were to meet in front of his hotel at 5:00PM sharp on Saturday afternoon. I spent the day horny and slightly terrified about what he was going to do to me. I asked for this, so I better man the fuck up quick. Right before I left for his hotel, I trimmed my pubic hair and shaved my ass, cleaned my hole out thoroughly with a Shower Shot, showered, and put on a skimpy jockstrap. A few sprays of cologne and a slutty outfit later, I was ready to meet my Master.
I left for the hotel around 4:30, not wanting to be late and piss off Sir. I arrived at 4:50 and waited outside. At 5 sharp, a daddy-looking guy, very good looking and well dressed, exited the hotel. We made eye contact and I knew immediately it was him. I sheepishly walked over to him and said SIR! I am here for you to use for your pleasure. Please allow me to service you, SIR.' He looked at me, smiled, and said Good boy. You know your place...so far. Follow me.' `Yes, SIR! I replied quickly.
Let me describe my master in more detail. He was about 6 foot tall, nice build, sexy close cropped facial hair (no mustache), steely blue eyes that seemed to stare into your soul, and short brown hair. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt and tie. He had obviously just finished whatever it was he was here to do. Other than me. We took the elevator to the 14th floor. Not a word was spoken on the ride up. I thought to myself This is not a time for making small talk.' The doors opened, and he walked out into the corridor with me close behind. We arrived at room 1423. He opened the door and walked in. I stood in the hallway waiting for him to call me in. What the hell are you still doing out there, boy!' I was waiting for you to summon me, SIR.' Well, get you ass in here now. And make sure the door is locked.' `SIR! YES SIR!' I croaked out.
The room was huge. In the center was a king size poster bed with a fluffy white comforter on top. There's a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall. On the nightstand was lube, various dildos and vibrators, a few butt plugs,
and poppers.
Next came the REAL toys. These were the tools for my torture and eventual submission. This was big-boy stuff. On the bed lay a harness, ball gag, wrist and ankle cuffs, blindfold, a short paddle, a whip, some rope, a few cock rings, nipple clamps, a feather teaser, a string with big black balls strung 3 inches apart, some urethral sounds, an estim box with cock rings and a electried sounding probe, a rubber sheet, and a full face mask with holes to breath. I'd had used most of these on myself at one time or another. Just not under these circumstance and not this extreme.
Wow. This was going to be interesting. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I was scared to death, but dare not show it to Sir. At the same time, I was very, very turned on and horny. I could do this.
Sir began removing items from the bed. He ordered me to the other side to help with the rubber sheet. He tossed one side to me and I missed it. What the fuck is wrong with you, boy?' I'm sorry, SIR. I was clumsy, SIR.' Well, pick it up and help me, goddamnit!' SIR YES SIR!' We got the sheet on and he ordered me to strip. I began by undoing my belt, and then slowly lowering my pants. Nice jockstrap, boy. leave it on.' Thank you, SIR Yes, SIR.' Next came the skin tight tank top, exposing my nipple ring. That will be fun. Is it healed yet?' SIR I think so SIR.' You think so? Is it or isn't it?' It is healed, SIR' You better hope so' I winced at the last comment. He ordered me to come to him and undo his belt. Kneel, boy' he commanded. I dropped to my knees and began undoing his belt. His slacks were thin, so I could see the outline of his big cock. I gasped. Problem, boy?' No, SIR. Don't worry. You'll learn to love it.' Now unzip my pants. With your teeth.' Yes, SIR' I bit the end of the zipper and slowly pulled it down. His black jockstrap came into view, hiding the monster he would eventually destroy my ass with. He got out of his pants and I assumed my position on my knees in front of him. Kiss my cock. Make love to it.' he said. I began gently nibbling at his hard dick, running my mouth up and down the shaft. This elicited a moan from SIR. I guess I was doing something right. Take my jock off with your teeth.' Yes, SIR' I grasped the front of his jock with my teeth and pulled down. His hard cock was making it difficult, but I finally managed to get them around his ankles. He stepped out of them, his proud cock standing up firm and straight. Alright, boy. Time for your first lesson. Lick my cock. DON'T SUCK IT!' he bellowed. I began licking his cock, up and down like a popsicle. I took it out of my mouth and licked the head. Good job, boy. That feels nice.' I really wanted his cock in my mouth. I think he could sense it. He then ordered me to suck his cock. Finally. Suck it now, boy.' was his only commend. I took him in my mouth and began sucking him to the base. His cockhead was lodged in my throat, and I just got started! A little eager, aren't you boy?' Yes, SIR. I love your cock. It was made for my throat.' Well, it's going to go other places you might like. Keep sucking.' I resumed my oral worship of master's cock. At this point, he grabbed my head and forced it down on his cock. I started choking and had tears running down my cheeks. He mercifully let up. I went to grab it to jerk him off while I sucked the head and was greeted with a hard slap to the face. Did I tell you to jerk me off, boy?' NO SIR. I'm sorry sir. I couldn't help it.' OK, enough of this. You need to be punished for disobeying me. Get up on the bed on all fours. NOW!' Uh oh. I'm gonna get it.
I did as instructed, waiting for my inevitable punishment. I heard him rummaging around and went to turn my head to see him when he yelled eyes front, bitch' Yes, SIR.' He fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs in place and put a cock ring on both of us. Mine was too tight, and my cockhead started to swell. Hmmm...what next. Ah yes. We can't have you squirming or trying to get away, now can we?' No, SIR.' He ran the rope through the wrist cuffs and tied it to the poster bed. He did the same with the ankle cuffs. I wasn't going anywhere. Perfect. Hold that pose, boy. I want to document this.' He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of my restrained and helpless body. Very nice. But you still need to be punished. What sort of punishment do you think you deserve?' Anything, SIR. Or nothing.' Wrong answer.' He grabbed the whip and gently, at first, smacked my chest with it. Each smack got harder and harder until he was wailing on my chest and I was crying out in pain. That's right, boy. Scream for daddy.' He finally stopped and I had big red marks criss crossing my chest. It stung like hell. He then got the nipple clamps and put them on me. It hurt, but in a good way. Right up until he started pulling the chain that connected them. OWW...FUCK!' I yelled. `Watch your mouth, boy. You think this is bad, just wait.'
At that point, he reached down and grabbed my balls. Hard. He was pulling them away from my body, which made my cock even harder. (if that was possible) Please, SIR. Can I have your cock back in my mouth?' I begged. Nope. I'm not done with you. I might let you suck it later, if you behave.'
He untied the ropes and told me to roll over. He then re-tied the ropes so my ass was facing up with my cock was trapped under me. He told me to open my mouth and lean my head back. He put in the ball gag and secured it in the back. I don't want people complaining while I'm beating your ass.' He brought the paddle down on my ass. The first hit wasn't too bad. Then, he decided he was done messing around. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was squirming and trying to cry out, but whimpering and tears did nothing but make the hits harder. He finally stopped. I was trying to catch my breath when he said Having fun, boy? I sure am.' `Mmmphh' was all I could get out.
I should probably stop here. It's going to take awhile to beat me into submission. Part 2 will have more beatings, some humiliation, some forced cock sucking, tickle torture, and ass training. Stay tuned!