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'' A Pussyboy 's Story ''

Learning to Submit

by tcs1963

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

I remember as a teenager seeing my kickoff all-guy gay porn cartridge clip. It was at the end of another videotape, as some kind of advertizement, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those guy wire together sucking and fucking, that my little cock almost ripped through my blue jean.

But I was also feeling really confused and sort of guilty about enjoying it. I did n't love or even translate my response, but the seminal fluid of experimentation had been sown, and they stuck with me as I grew previous.

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

The female pornography actresses looked so submissive, and beautiful. They also had the most powerful climax. Their experiences seemed far to a greater extent acute than anything that the male person porn actors experienced.

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

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

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

This led to a phone number of years of confusion and modest depressive disorder from not exactly fitting into established sexual part. Those feelings lasted well into my late twenty.

I was a fairly in force looking guy, while in schooltime. 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 popular teenage missy.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage girls, and most time I had the bulge in my pants to try it. I had a few girlfriend human relationship, even a couple of girls who helped me be sexually active.

I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or clandestine get together behind the bleachers. But I still could n't sway my desire to be more submissive, and I continued in private to wager with my ass and cum on my brass.

I was generally confused and did n't understand the whole bisexuality thing. I made myself very execrable trying to calculate out if I was gay or not.

I continued to delight dating girls and having heterosexual experiences, and in my betimes twenties, I went a bit kitty crazy. Dating any girl that would put out.

Needless to say, I still could n't stir the totally homophile thing. So I decided to actively attempt out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the superfluity, was pretty well-heeled 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 elbow room level in missionary position, with his average size cock pushing in and out of me.

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

With women, I absolutely wanted to kiss and cuddle, 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 fantasy of what it was like to be more subservient.

That first experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't feel any emotional joining or drawing card to men.

After that initial experimentation for a brief period, I tried to obliterate my feelings about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful girl and we were having great sex, so I did n't believe about my way-out side anymore.

After that relationship ended, it was what happened with my succeeding lady friend that made many of the composition of my intimate saber saw mystifier downslope into spot. She truly found my truthful self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty lady, she was a lawyer, who inherited her Father of the Church firm. She was a very sound and strong woman, she was also very Dominant and just had a natural air of potency. Like everything was naturally going to work out exactly as she planned in her liveliness.

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

To start with, on our world-class date she insisted that she pick me up, this had never happened to me before. I always did the drive. early affair went exactly like that, I had to get used to her taking charge.

Do n't get me wrongfulness, thing started out fairly vanilla but we quickly started to experiment in bed. As I said before, she was very predominant sexually, but she was also very sure-footed and had a Brobdingnagian intimate campaign.

As I began to give up to her about my submissive phantasy, and my brief showdown with homosexual body process. instead than drive her it served to land her dominant side more to the vanguard of our human relationship.

She loved when I would eat her pussy, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would guide my head into property, and literally toil her pussy onto my tongue and back talk.

She got into the verbal humiliation side of matter, also. If I was n't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would push my top dog away and slap me across the face.

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

Then she would pull my promontory back into her crotch, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in place. It sounds often worse than it was because no subject what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her kitty.

I remember one evening on the ride home from a dark out. She made me eat her kitty in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my submission to her federal agency.

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

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 most of the piece of tail in are sex lifetime, far Thomas More than I fucked her.

We tried so a lot together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in Shangri-la. I cherished her and loved our human relationship. I loved my ever more slavish role too, and I knew from that moment forward that I loved being dominated by women by secure women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the country from me, a couplet of years later. Although, we still keep in contact, through the cyberspace and telephone.

fasting forward twenty-two-years and I have now been married for 20 years to the most incredible and erotic fair sex.

For the stopping point ten year, we have been practicing an FLR lifestyle human relationship, including male chastity, pegging, house servant discipline.

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

Our most recent cop, Michealanis an extremely dominant bisexual male, and I am forced to regularly imbibe his cock, and he will occasionally have it away me.

Unlike my first male on manly experience in my late twenty dollar bill, this time it feels right to me. There is no worked up affixation to Micheal, he does n't need intimacy with me, no caressing or cuddling.

As my schoolma'am regularly confirms to me, my bi activity is because I need submission and humiliation. I need to be slavish to her and her Bulls because it helps me be a better pussyboy. It 's not about the sex act, it is all about the circumstance.

When he cums in her pussy and I eat her creampie or I suck his large cock and he cums in my oral cavity. 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 mortification is what pushes all of my push.

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 one day of my living.

The End ...