“A Pussyboy’s Story” Learning to Submit

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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 porn was much harder to come by and came on Vhs and Beta videotapes.

I remember as a teenager 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 fucking, that my little cock almost ripped through my jeans.

But I was also feeling really confused and kind of guilty about enjoying it. I didn’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 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 submissive, and beautiful. They also had the most powerful orgasms. Their experiences seemed far more intense than anything that the male porn actors experienced.

I was fascinated and very curious 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 zucchini and the like) 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 lift my ass against the wall and stroke my cock as it pointed at my face. My own hot cum pouring all over my face when I came.

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

I was a fairly good 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 popular teenage girls.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage girls, and most times I had the bulge in my pants 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 meetings behind the bleachers. But I still couldn’t shake 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 didn’t understand the whole bisexuality 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 twenties, I went a bit pussy crazy. Dating any girl that would put out.

Needless to say, I still couldn’t shake the whole homosexual thing. So I decided to actively seek out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the embarrassment, 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 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 more intimacy, kissing and cuddling and that really didn’t feel right to me.

With women, I absolutely wanted to kiss and cuddle, and be intimate in this way. I didn’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 first experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly didn’t feel any emotional connection or attraction to men. 

After that initial experiment for a brief period, I tried to hide my feelings about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful girl and we were having great sex, so I didn’t think about my kinkier side anymore.

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

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

Everything was different 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 driving. Other things went exactly like that, I had to get used to her taking charge.

Don’t get me wrong, 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 confident and had a huge sexual drive.

As I began to open up to her about my submissive fantasies, and my brief encounter with homosexual activity. Rather than repel her it served to bring her dominant side more to the forefront of our 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 tongue and mouth.

She got into the verbal humiliation side of things, also. If I wasn’t licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would push my head away and slap me across the face.

Then she would say something like, “Eat my cunt properly, bitch.”

Then she would pull my head back into her crotch, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in place. It sounds much 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 night out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my submission to her authority.

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 pussy.”

He just busted out laughing and said, “Fuck, 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 life, far more than I fucked her.

We tried so much together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in heaven. I cherished her and loved our relationship. I loved my ever more submissive 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 country from me, a couple of years later. Although, we still keep in touch, through the internet and telephone. 

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

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

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

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

Unlike my first male on male experience in my late twenties, this time it feels right to me. There is no emotional attachment to Micheal, he doesn’t want intimacy with me, no kissing or cuddling.

As my mistress regularly confirms to me, my bi activity is because I need submission and humiliation. I need to be submissive 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 context.

When he cums in her pussy and I eat her creampie or I suck his large 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 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… 

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