True story of someone who felt that they could not write it well enough had Me put in a naritive to send in for them.
I'm not a very good writer, and it would be a very long story. I'll describe my relationship with this boy. It went on for a long time (about 5 years) when I was a teen, and it was a very important relationship in determining what I would grow up as and what I am now. It was the first time I showed my submissive nature, and my first sexual experience.
This boy and I had grown up together: we had known each other since we were 5 years old. Until we were 12 or 13, it was all just normal kid stuff. Thats when we got to the age where our parents started letting us spend the night at each others house. It was also the age where we started getting our first sexual feeling, wet dreams, etc.
We would usually spend the night at his house. At that age, I usually spent at least one night a week at his house: more even during the summer. He lived in a pretty big house, just him and his parents (he had two older sisters, but they were both already in there early 20s, and had moved out of the house). He had a big bed, and we naturally just slept in the same bed. After a few times, when we were getting ready for bed, he said that he liked to sleep in the nude. He said it felt neat, and kinda naughty. He said I should try it, so I did. Nothing happened the first time, but the second time, about 30 minutes after we had turned the lights off, he slowly reached over and started to rub my dick. I was kinda scared -- I didn't know what to think. So I pretended I was asleep. I instantly became erect, and he kept rubbing my cock. It felt so good. After about 10 minutes, I came very hard. I hadn't even masturbated myself yet: the only time I had cum before was in a wet dream, and I felt so embarrassed when I woke up after them. It felt so good to cum, but I was also embarrassed and humiliated. But it felt so good. He let me cum, then rolled over and went to sleep.
So for a few months, it became very common. I would spend the night at his place, we would sleep naked, and he would rub me until I came. I felt so guilty about what was happening, but I wanted to go back again and again.
Then one night, instead of rubbing my dick, he began to kiss my neck and face when we were in bed. I'm sure by this time he knew I was awake when he would rub me, and I think he wanted to see how I would react. I was ok with him rubbing me while I was "asleep", but I resisted him kissing me. So I pulled away, and he got the message. Then I realized how I enjoyed what he was doing, but I couldn't let myself believe that I "wanted" him to it. But if I had no choice in the matter, if I was "forced", then it would be ok. This was the time when I first realized how liberating being a sub could be, even if subconsciously.
So, the next day, I suggested we play a game (I think it was a video game), and I said that the loser should have to be the winners "slave" for the rest of the afternoon. He asked what I meant by slave, and I said they could make them do whatever they wanted: they could tie them up, make them strip, wear girls clothes -- whatever they wanted. My friend liked the idea, and we played the game. Although I was better than he was at most games, I lost the game -- I'm sure I did it on purpose. So I was his slave for the rest of the day. I don't think he knew exactly what to do with me, so I helped him with some suggestions. That day, he made me strip naked for him, dance around, and then he tied me up on the floor and watched me struggle. This was a very important first for both of us -- we were either 13 or 14 at the time.
So it became a routine. I would go over to play with him after school (his parents both worked, so we would have the house to ourselves all afternoon), or we would spend the night at his house. We had lots of time alone to experiment and play. We would play a game, I would lose and become his slave for the rest of the day. He began to have me do all types of things. He started having me dress up in his sisters clothes and act like a girl. I would wear pantyhose, panties, a bra (that we would stuff), skirts, dresses, shoes.....everything. I would even wear lipstick. He would call me his girlfriend, put his arm around me when we watched TV. He would try to kiss me when I was dressed, but I would pull away still, and that where he started using bondage on me more frequently. After I was dressed, he would tie my hands behind my back, my feet together, and blindfold me. Then he would kiss me on the lips, and I would let him. He really enjoyed this, and so did I.
It progressed from there to more sexual things. When he had me tied up, he started rubbing my body and dick when we were kissing, and I started to cum. This made a strong sub imprint on me -- let yourself be tied and used, and you will cum. Then he started sucking me off when I was tied up. It was wonderful. Again, I felt very guilty, but I would go back, day after day, time after time.
Then one day, after he had won our game, he had me dress in panties and a bra, and he tied me down spread eagle to his bed. He blindfolded me with a scarf, and started kissing me again. Then, he undressed, and straddled me, and told me to suck his cock. I took it into my mouth, and started sucking as best I could. It felt so wonderful. I felt so submissive -- I loved being "forced" to suck his cock. He couldn't last very long, and came after only a few minutes. But we had discovered something that would become typical for our play. I think we were 15 at the time.
For the next 2 or 3 years (until we graduated high school), this would be our normal mode of play. I would be tied up in some manner, and he would make me suck his cock. I loved every minute of it, and I became quite good at it. We had both finally found what we enjoyed most: me being tied up and "forced" to service him, and him being satisfied as often as he wanted. We would do it in different ways, but it all came down to me sucking him off. Sometimes I would dress as a women, sometimes not. He liked to keep me naked sometimes. We would get together 2 or 3 times a week.
One of the wildest things was one summer weekend when we were I think 17 (we could both drive I know). His parents were gone for the weekend, and we spent basically the entire weekend together. He kept me bound for most of the time, and sucking him off. I bet I sucked him 7 or 8 times over the weekend. And he was starting to tease me, rub me, but not let me cum. So I think thats when I started identifying being a good sub cocksucker with not cumming myself.