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'' A Pussyboy 's narrative ''

learning to Submit

by tcs1963

When I was growing up, I was always into miss. I also loved to stroke my shaft and watch a lot of heterosexual porn videos. This is back when erotica was much harder to come by and came on Vhs and Beta videotapes.

I remember as a adolescent seeing my first all-guy gay porn time. It was at the end of another videotape, as some kind of ad, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those guys together sucking and piece of tail, that my piffling cock almost ripped through my dungaree.

But I was also feeling really confused and kind of guilty about enjoying it. I did n't experience or even translate my reactions, but the seeds of experimentation had been sown, and they stuck with me as I grew older.

Afterward, when I watched straight straight porn, I realized that what I was fantasizing about, more often than not, was the woman in the panorama and what she was experiencing.

The female pornography actresses looked so submissive, and beautiful. They also had the most brawny coming. Their experiences seemed far more acute than anything that the male porn actors experienced.

I was fascinated and very curious by how it would experience to be submissive and experience being taken.

This led to me experimenting with male assplay, ( by putting affair in my ass, mainly zucchini and the same ) and imagining that I was being fucked and going through the same experiences as those ladies.

The same thing with cumming on my face. I would revoke my ass against the wall and stroke my cock as it pointed at my brass. My own hot cum pouring all over my expression when I came.

This led to a identification number of age of disarray and mild depressive disorder from not exactly fitting into established intimate role. Those feelings lasted well into my late mid-twenties.

I was a fairly serious looking guy, while in schooltime. Participating in a few team summercater, mostly football and baseball. I guess you could say I was a moderately pop teenage boy with the moderately popular teenage girls.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage miss, and most times I had the bulge in my pants to prove it. I had a few girlfriend family relationship, even a pair of young woman who helped me be sexually participating.

I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or secret meetings behind the bleachers. But I still could n't stimulate my desire to be more submissive, and I continued in private to diddle with my ass and cum on my face.

I was generally confused and did n't understand the all bisexuality matter. I made myself very miserable trying to reckon out if I was gay or not.

I continued to enjoy dating lady friend and having heterosexual person experiences, and in my early mid-twenties, I went a bit pussy nutcase. Dating any girl that would put out.

Needless to say, I still could n't shake the solid homosexual thing. So I decided to actively seek out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the plethora, was pretty easy back then.

I eventually lost my ass cherry to a guy that I met at a bar one night when I was around 27-years-old. I remember lying on his living elbow room floor in missionary stead, with his average size of it cock pushing in and out of me.

the true be known, It was OK but all in all, it was a fairly unsatisfactory experience. What I disliked most was that he was full-on gay and wanted more affaire, kissing and cuddling and that really did n't feel right to me.

With women, I absolutely wanted to buss and cuddle, and be intimate in this way. I did n't desire any of that with this guy, I just wanted to get fucked, and live out my fancy of what it was like to be more slavish.

That inaugural experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't sense any emotional connection or attraction to men.

After that initial experiment for a brief period, I tried to veil my feelings about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful fille and we were having corking sex, so I did n't think about my way-out incline anymore.

After that relationship ended, it was what happened with my next lady friend that made many of the firearm of my sexual jigsaw puzzle drop into post. She truly found my dead on target self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty lady, she was a lawyer, who inherited her fathers firm. She was a very levelheaded and strong woman, she was also very Dominant and just had a natural air of say-so. Like everything was naturally going to work out exactly as she planned in her lifetime.

Everything was unlike about her to previous girlfriends that I had been out with. She knew what she wanted and not only took it, she demanded it.

To protrude with, on our first date she insisted that she pick me up, this had never happened to me before. I always did the driving. Other things went exactly like that, I had to get used to her taking charge.

Do n't get me ill-timed, things started out fairly vanilla but we quickly started to experiment in bed. As I said before, she was very dominant sexually, but she was also very convinced and had a immense intimate drive.

As I began to open up to her about my submissive fancy, and my abbreviated encounter with homosexual bodily process. kinda than repel her it served to play her prevalent position more to the head of our relationship.

She loved when I would eat her slit, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would guide my head into place, and literally grind her pussy onto my tongue and mouth.

She got into the verbal humiliation incline of thing, also. If I was n't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would advertise my head away and slap me across the human face.

Then she would say something like, `` Eat my cunt properly, bitch. ''

Then she would draw in my head teacher back into her crotch, grasping my fuzz firmly and holding me in place. It sounds much worse than it was because no affair what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her pussy.

I remember one even on the ride home from a night out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my compliance to her authority.

I remember the taxi driver asked her what was going on back there, and in her typical surefooted demeanor Lisa replied, `` My cunt is eating my wet pussy. ''

He just busted out laughing and said, `` Fuck, that 's totally hot ! ''

Early into our FLR family relationship, Lisa started breaking me in with her new strap-on that she purchased specifically for me. She liked to do nigh of the fucking in are sex animation, far more than I fucked her.

We tried so a great deal together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in Heaven. I cherished her and loved our kinship. I loved my ever more subservient role too, and I knew from that mo forward that I loved being dominated by fair sex by unassailable women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the commonwealth from me, a twosome of twelvemonth later. Although, we still keep in tactual sensation, through the cyberspace and phone.

Fast forward twenty-two-years and I have now been married for 20 years to the most incredible and titillating adult female.

For the last ten years, we have been practicing an FLR modus vivendi family relationship, including male chastity, pegging, domestic discipline.

Furthermore, for the past 5 years, my wife has successfully introduced cuckolding into our family relationship, and together we have had three foresighted term bulls, during that period.

Our most late bullshit, Michealanis an extremely dominant allele bisexual person male, and I am forced to regularly go down on his shaft, and he will occasionally fuck me.

Unlike my offset male on male experience in my late twenties, this sentence it feels good to me. There is no emotional bond to Micheal, he does n't want liaison with me, no cuddling or cuddling.

As my fancy woman regularly confirms to me, my bi activeness is because I need submission and humiliation. I need to be subservient to her and her Irish bull because it helps me be a adept pussyboy. It 's not about the sex act, it is all about the context.

When he cums in her pussy and I eat her creampie or I suck his vauntingly cock and he cums in my mouth. Even when he fucks my ass-pussy, it is not because I am gay, its because I am subservient. My Mistress Lisa knows that my humiliation is what pushes all of my buttons.

That 's why I am in dear with her. That is why I worship her and strive to be the secure pussyboy that I can be for her every individual day of my life-time.

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