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'' A Pussyboy 's Story ''

Learning to Submit

by tcs1963

When I was growing up, I was always into miss. I also loved to stroke my cock and watch out a lot of heterosexual smut picture. This is back when pornography was much severely to come by and came on Vhs and Beta videotapes.

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

I remember being so turned on, watching those guys together sucking and roll in the hay, that my little cock almost ripped through my blue jean.

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

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 porn actresses looked so slavish, and beautiful. They also had the most knock-down climax. Their experiences seemed far Sir Thomas More intense than anything that the male porn doer experienced.

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

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

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

This led to a number of years of mix-up and soft depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual purpose. Those feelings lasted well into my latterly twenties.

I was a fairly good looking guy, while in schooling. Participating in a few team mutation, mostly football and baseball. I guess you could say I was a moderately popular teenage boy with the moderately popular teenage miss.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenaged girl, and most clock time I had the gibbousness in my drawers to prove it. I had a few girlfriend relationships, even a couple of lady friend who helped me be sexually active.

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

I was generally confused and did n't realize the altogether androgyny matter. I made myself very scurvy trying to image out if I was gay or not.

I continued to savor dating girlfriend and having straight person experiences, and in my early twenties, I went a bit pussy nutcase. Dating any female child that would put out.

acerate leaf to say, I still could n't judder the whole homosexual thing. So I decided to actively look for out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the embarrassment, was pretty leisurely back then.

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

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

With cleaning woman, I absolutely wanted to snog 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 submissive.

That offset experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't palpate any emotional connection or attractive feature to men.

After that initial experimentation for a legal brief time period, I tried to veil my feelings about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful female child and we were having bang-up sex, so I did n't recall about my kinkier side anymore.

After that family relationship ended, it was what happened with my next girlfriend that made many of the opus of my sexual jigsaw puzzle fall into place. She truly found my unfeigned self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty dame, she was a lawyer, who inherited her fathers firm. She was a very intelligent and stiff adult female, she was also very prevailing and just had a natural air of bureau. Like everything was naturally going to work out exactly as she planned in her life.

Everything was dissimilar 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 start with, on our first date she insisted that she pick me up, this had never happened to me before. I always did the drive. former 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 rife sexually, but she was also very positive and had a Brobdingnagian sexual drive.

As I began to open up to her about my subservient fantasies, and my abbreviated encounter with homosexual bodily process. preferably than drive her it served to bring her predominant side more to the cutting edge 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 place, and literally grind her pussy onto my natural language and back talk.

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

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

Then she would deplumate my point back into her crotch, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in stead. It sounds much bad than it was because no matter what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her pussy.

I remember one eventide on the ride home from a Nox out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my submission to her agency.

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

He just busted out laughing and said, `` nookie, 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 screw in are sex life, far Sir Thomas 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 submissive purpose too, and I knew from that moment forward that I loved being dominated by cleaning woman by strong women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the commonwealth from me, a duad of years later. Although, we still hold back in ghost, through the internet and telephone.

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

For the end ten age, we have been practicing an FLR lifestyle human relationship, including virile chastity, pegging, domestic subject.

Furthermore, for the yesteryear 5 years, my wife has successfully introduced cuckolding into our relationship, and together we have had three hanker condition bulls, during that period.

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

Unlike my first male on male experience in my belatedly twenties, this time it feels decently to me. There is no emotional attachment to Micheal, he does n't want intimacy with me, no cuddling or cuddling.

As my mistress regularly confirms to me, my bi activity is because I need compliance and mortification. I need to be subservient to her and her bull because it helps me be a dear 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 expectant 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 slavish. My fancy woman Lisa knows that my humiliation is what pushes all of my buttons.

That 's why I am in dearest with her. That is why I worship her and endeavour to be the secure pussyboy that I can be for her every bingle day of my life.

The End ...