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'' A Pussyboy 's news report ''

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 telecasting. This is back when porno was much harder to make out by and came on Vhs and genus Beta videotapes.

I remember as a stripling seeing my start all-guy gay porn clip. It was at the end of another videotape, as some variety of advert, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those Guy together sucking and fucking, that my lilliputian tool almost ripped through my blue jean.

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

Afterward, when I watched straight heterosexual smut, 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 submissive, and beautiful. They also had the most hefty sexual climax. Their experiences seemed far More intense than anything that the male porn thespian experienced.

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

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

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

This led to a figure of years of confusion and mild depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual function. Those feelings lasted well into my late twenties.

I was a fairly good looking guy, while in school. Participating in a few team variation, mostly football and baseball game. 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 teenage little girl, and most fourth dimension I had the prominence in my pants to prove it. I had a few girl kinship, even a couple of girls who helped me be sexually active.

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

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

I continued to relish dating miss and having straight person experiences, and in my early on twenty, I went a bit pussy crazy. Dating any girlfriend that would put out.

needle to say, I still could n't shake the whole homosexual matter. So I decided to actively seek out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the embarrassment, was pretty well-fixed 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 bread and butter room floor 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 pretty unsatisfactory experience. What I disliked most was that he was full-on gay and wanted to a greater extent involvement, kissing and cuddling and that really did n't palpate right to me.

With women, I absolutely wanted to kiss and nestle, 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 number 1 experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't feel any aroused connection or magnet to men.

After that initial experiment for a brief period, I tried to hide my notion about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful daughter and we were having enceinte sex, so I did n't think about my kinkier position anymore.

After that relationship ended, it was what happened with my next lady friend that made many of the slice of my intimate jigsaw puzzle fall into piazza. She truly found my true self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty Lady, she was a lawyer, who inherited her founding father firm. She was a very reasoning and substantial charwoman, she was also very Dominant and just had a raw air of self-assurance. Like everything was naturally going to figure out out exactly as she planned in her living.

Everything was unlike about her to premature girlfriend 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 engagement 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 haywire, 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 huge sexual effort.

As I began to spread up to her about my submissive fantasies, and my legal brief encounter with homosexual natural process. Rather than repel her it served to wreak her dominant side more to the forefront of our family relationship.

She loved when I would eat her kitty, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would point my head into station, and literally grind her cunt onto my tongue and mouth.

She got into the verbal humiliation position of things, also. If I was n't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would push my mind away and slap me across the look.

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

Then she would pull my school principal back into her crotch, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in billet. It sounds much worse than it was because no thing what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her kitty.

I remember one even on the ride home from a dark out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my entry to her government agency.

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

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 fucking in are sex animation, far More than I fucked her.

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

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the body politic from me, a distich of years later. Although, we still stay fresh in touch, through the internet and telephone.

fast forward twenty-two-years and I have now been married for 20 old age to the most incredible and erotic woman.

For the concluding ten years, we have been practicing an FLR modus vivendi relationship, including manlike sexual morality, pegging, domestic discipline.

Furthermore, for the past 5 years, my married woman has successfully introduced cuckolding into our kinship, and together we have had three long term Irish bull, during that period.

Our most Holocene copper, Michealanis an extremely dominant epicene male, and I am forced to regularly suck in his pecker, and he will occasionally bang me.

Unlike my first male on male experience in my late twenties, this prison term it feels right to me. There is no emotional attachment to Micheal, he does n't want intimacy with me, no snuggling or cuddling.

As my mistress regularly confirms to me, my bi activity is because I need entry and humiliation. I need to be submissive to her and her Bulls because it helps me be a effective 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 pecker and he cums in my sassing. 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 button.

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.

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