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'' A Pussyboy 's Story ''

Learning to Submit

by tcs1963

When I was growing up, I was always into lady friend. I also loved to stroke my prick and watch a lot of heterosexual person porn television. This is back when porn was much harder to descend by and came on Vhs and Beta videotapes.

I remember as a teenager seeing my low all-guy gay porno time. It was at the end of another videotape, as some kind of advertizement, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those bozo together sucking and fucking, that my minuscule cock almost ripped through my dungaree.

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

Afterward, when I watched straight heterosexual pornography, I realized that what I was fantasizing about, more often than not, was the fair sex in the picture and what she was experiencing.

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

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

This led to me experimenting with male assplay, ( by putting things in my ass, mainly courgette and the like ) and imagining that I was being fucked and going through the Sami experiences as those noblewoman.

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

This led to a bit of years of mix-up and balmy depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual theatrical role. Those feeling lasted well into my tardy twenty dollar bill.

I was a fairly practiced looking guy, while in school. Participating in a few team sports, mostly football and baseball. I guess you could say I was a moderately popular teenage boy with the moderately democratic teenage girls.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teen girl, and about times I had the prominence in my gasp to prove it. I had a few girlfriend relationships, even a couple of girls who helped me be sexually active.

I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or secret encounter behind the bleachers. But I still could n't shake my desire to be more submissive, and I continued in common soldier to recreate with my ass and cum on my typeface.

I was generally confused and did n't understand the totally androgyny thing. I made myself very miserable trying to figure out if I was gay or not.

I continued to enjoy dating girls and having heterosexual experiences, and in my early twenty, I went a bit puss crazy. Dating any girl that would put out.

Needless to say, I still could n't sway the whole homosexual matter. So I decided to actively essay out a guy on guy intimate experience. Which, once you got past the plethora, was pretty easy back then.

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

trueness be known, It was OK but all in all, it was a jolly unsatisfactory experience. What I disliked most was that he was full-on gay and wanted More liaison, kissing and cuddling and that really did n't palpate right to me.

With fair sex, I absolutely wanted to osculate and nest, and be intimate in this way. I did n't want any of that with this guy, I just wanted to get fucked, and live out my illusion of what it was like to be more submissive.

That firstly experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't find any emotional connection or magnet to men.

After that initial experiment for a brief point, I tried to hide my feelings about being slavish. I had met and was dating a really beautiful girl and we were having great sex, so I did n't think about my crisp side anymore.

After that relationship ended, it was what happened with my next girlfriend that made many of the slice of my intimate saber saw puzzle fall into place. 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 well-informed and unassailable woman, she was also very dominant and just had a natural air of self-confidence. Like everything was naturally going to work out exactly as she planned in her life.

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

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

Do n't get me wrong, matter 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 confident and had a Brobdingnagian sexual drive.

As I began to open up to her about my submissive fancy, and my brief coming upon with gay activity. sort of than fight off her it served to play her dominant side more to the forefront of our relationship.

She loved when I would eat her cunt, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would guide my question into shoes, and literally mash her pussy onto my tongue and sass.

She got into the verbal chagrin side of things, also. If I was n't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would push my head away and slap me across the boldness.

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

Then she would deplume my school principal back into her genital organ, grasping my hairsbreadth firmly and holding me in situation. It sounds practically worse than it was because no matter what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her pussy.

I remember one evening on the ride home from a nighttime out. She made me eat her cunt in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my submission to her bureau.

I remember the taxicab driver asked her what was going on back there, and in her typical positive demeanor Lisa replied, `` My bitch is eating my wet pussycat. ''

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

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

We tried so much together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in paradise. I cherished her and loved our relationship. I loved my ever more slavish role too, and I knew from that moment forward that I loved being dominated by adult female by strong women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the country from me, a brace of days later. Although, we still keep in touch, through the net and telephone.

Fast forward twenty-two-years and I have now been married for 20 years to the most incredible and erotic char.

For the last ten years, we have been practicing an FLR lifestyle family relationship, including male chastity, pegging, domestic help correction.

Furthermore, for the past 5 old age, my wife has successfully introduced cuckolding into our relationship, and together we have had three farseeing term bulls, during that stop.

Our most recent strapper, Michealanis an extremely rife bisexual male, and I am forced to regularly suck his cock, and he will occasionally fuck me.

Unlike my first Male on manful experience in my of late twenties, this prison term it feels right hand to me. There is no emotional bond to Micheal, he does n't desire affair with me, no cuddling or cuddling.

As my fancy woman regularly confirms to me, my bi natural process is because I need submission and humiliation. I need to be submissive to her and her Bulls because it helps me be a respectable pussyboy. It 's not about the sex act, it is all about the setting.

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

That 's why I am in love with her. That is why I worship her and strive to be the best pussyboy that I can be for her every single day of my life.

The End ...