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Showing NEEDS
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Sep 12, 2009 4:55 am
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As a submissive guy, i usually don't like to discuss my needs. They really shouldn't matter as others are all-together more important but i really need something, in a bad way. No wait, life or death way!
This is what i am really in need of... something that will show others that i am a cock-hungry slut... ready to drop to my knees at the snap of the fingers...ready to worship any man that needs a cum-dump... ready to give myself and my body for his use... ready to do whatever it takes to earn the precious seed as a reward of my work.
i'm constantly picking my brain for a way that those with heavy balls will know by looking at me, that i can help them out. Walking around with dirty knees is a pretty good indication but without actually writing the words on my forehead, how are the horny guys to know? The fact that i look like your average straight guy probably doesn't help. You see, i would really like it if the straight guys knew too. i'd love to regularly service straight guys, especially those with wives that don't know what they are missing when they choose not to give head or even to swallow or the ones that won't let 'em breed their ass because it's too big. For the life of me, i can't figure out what these women are thinking but i sure would love being the solution!
So, please help me out here. If you know of any way that i can advertise my services, please, i'm begging you, please, help me out! Oh, and i would be more than happy to show my appreciation in a variety of ways, onknez2plez
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How Much Will It Stretch?
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Jun 17, 2009 4:42 am
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That is often a question i ask myself when i'm busy cramming a variety of things in my ass but this past weekend, i found myself wondering just how much my throat would stretch. i'm happy to report that my throat stretched beyond my imagination and now i am interested in testing it further!
The last couple of weeks have been long and difficult for me. Not only did i crave being stuffed but i needed it! Day after day i searched for men to please without finding one so it was the same routine. i would simply resort to cramming my cunt full, fucking myself to the point of cumming and stopping. Even though i don't have a full time Dom at the moment, i truly feel that i should be saving myself for the next one that i am blessed with. i was getting in such a bad way that i even considered a little self-chastity until i could find what i needed. Instead, i decided the only quick fix would be to jump behind the wheel and drive 100 miles to the only remaining glory-holes that i know of.
Since it was a Sunday afternoon, i kept my expectations in check. A lot of my experience with the holes seems to be that i am usually just one of a long line of cocksuckers and not that many guys that want to feed other men. That left me thinking that if i could drain even one cock, it would be worth the trip. Is that needy or what? What i found on this particular afternoon, was another trip to the holes that i couldn't even have dreamed of.
i headed into the arcarde and chose a booth near the back. i always consider that i can be a bit noisy when i get a hard cock to please so i dont like to be by the entrance. It should go without saying that if at all possible, i choose a booth with a hole on both sides and that was the case again. i barely had inserted my card in the slot when i heard the squeaking door of the neighboring booth. This kind of went against my plan of stripping down and advertising what a slut i am because this guy wasted no time. He fished it out immediately and shoved it through the hole. A nice, clean, average cock was already in my face so i got to my knees and went to work. It didn't take me long to get him hard and with the oversize holes in this arcade, i was enjoying worshipping his entire package. i noticed that he got a little harder and thought i was going to get my reward when he pulled out. He bent down and whispered something that i couldn't quite hear and left. i wasn't sure what he said and i was just getting ready to leave this booth and follow him when the door opened on the other side of me.
At first, i thought it must be the same guy but then i noticed a different pair of jeans. Same thing though, this guy slid em down to his knees and approached the hole with a very long cock. i've had many 8 inch cocks in my day but this had to be 9 or 10. It was definitely a 10 in my eyes! It only took a few seconds and i only had half of it in my mouth and it was breaching my throat. i was so worried about my teeth too because he had my mouth stretched to it's capacity or so i thought at the time anyway. i slicked up his cock as good as i could because i knew that i wasn't letting this one get away until it had plowed my face balls deep. i stopped long enough to worship his balls, sucking each one individually before taking them both in mouth at once. Feeling the hard head of his cock bobbing behind my ear, i went back to the mission of getting it all. As it turned out, it was exactly what he was looking for as well. i could feel his hardness bending its way down my throat and i held it there for a moment to get used to it. After a couple of times like that, i knew it was opened up for him and he knew it too. He began stroking it while buried there and all i wanted to do was whatever made him happy. Time ran out on the viewing card i had but i didn't care if management came and banged on my door. There was only one thing on my mind. Obviously, he had something on his mind too as he pulled it back. i slammed my face to hole like a cock-starved whore and he began feeding it to me, fucking my face, long strokes all the way out and all the way in. If i could have forced my head through that hole, i would have. As it was, my mouth was now his and i found that he had me opened my up and there was no way i was not going to take what he wanted to give me. Just when i thought i could hardly take any more of this (catching a breath was becoming difficult at this pace), he drove it deep and blasted the first of his cum down my throat. Then he slowly pulled out, painting my throat and mouth all the way out until he finally grabbed his hard cock and milked the last drops onto my waiting tongue. i politely thanked (as i always do) after i swallowed his precious seed. He dressed and left and i thought i would have a chance to catch my breath but was i ever wrong. Before i could get back into the chair, i turned to see an even larger cock being stroked at the hole on the other side.
My first thought was something along the lines of "what am i going to do with that monster?" but before i could get my tongue out to taste it, i already knew. i was going to take each and every inch of it just like i did the one before. What kind of slut would i be if i didn't? Getting my lips around the hard head, i knew it would be a challenge because this one was even thicker. i also knew that i wouldn't back down from this challenge. There was no way i was stopping until it was balls deep and my tongue was lapping at his balls. i have to admit that he had to help me get it all down. Not only could i feel his cock bending in my throat but it was bending at the entrance too until he grabbed it, straightened it, and pushed the remainder down deep. i was in heaven. Never before have i felt this stretched in my mouth and throat. This was simply the cock i have been dreaming of all these years and now i was where i belong. i am a object to please this cock, to do whatever it desires. i could feel my own cock drooling in my shorts for this reason alone. It's really a simple concept. i am the object of his pleasure and that brings me my pleasure. It became obvious that he wanted to plant his seed deep and there was no way i was going to deny him that. i thought i was going to pass out a few times but then he would pull back long enough for me to gasp before driving it deep again. i could hear myself choking, gagging, and all the other sounds related to a heated blowjob but i didn't care who heard me. At this time and place, i was his faggot whore, his cum-dump, his bitch, or whatever he wanted and nothing was going to change that. i felt his cock begin throbbing deep in my throat and soon i felt the flow of his seed sliding down. He planted it all deep and i was floating on the edge of passing out again when he finally slipped it out. He slapped it a couple of times on my tongue, giving me the last drop to taste before he packed it away. If i could have talked, i would have begged for him to fuck me but i simply couldn't speak. i sagged down on the floor and against the wall as he left, catching my breath. i sat there a couple of minutes before i felt yet another cock, rubbing my shaved head. i rose to the occasion and began sucking a more average cock, something in the 7-8 inch range again. i was exhausted but driven and after pleasing him, i was blessed with one more. The last guy must have been watching some of my antics because he unloaded a few seconds after entering my mouth.
i looked at my watch and realized that i had been on my knees now for about three hours. Five hot, hard cocks had plowed my face for that long. Could it get any better than this? i knew then that it could get better than this but not much better.  The arcade was suddenly quiet so i decided that i should just head out and drive home. When i exited the arcade area, i was surprised to see about a dozen people, both men and women, milling around in toy section of the store. The man of the first couple that i walked by, pointed and said, "look" to his female partner. i followed his eyes and hers down to my crotch. My shorts were soaked through with all the pre-cum i had leaked. i didn't even care. i am a slut and it showed that i was a used slut and i couldn't feel anything but complete at that moment.
So here is a pic of one of the hard cocks i was blessed with.  i wish i would have had time to get a pic of all of them (along with name, address, and a date to get some more) but i was overwhelmed with the throat stretching that went on. i know now that i will be as intent on stretching my throat as much as i do my cunt in the future and the next time i visit this particular arcade, i am going to stay there all day long! If, by chance, one of the readers of this happens to be one of the owners of these cocks, get back to me and we can arrange something where you can use me at will for a day or week or month...
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The Dirt On My Knees
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Jun 8, 2009 3:36 am
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When you live in the middle of the country, you find that you are forced to look for the little things when it comes to dealing with the four seasons. Things like the beauty of a snowflake even though you're shoveling for hours or the frost covered trees even though the hard frost signals a long winter ahead. Spring is usually the easiest to find good things simply because the new growth and return of the migratory birds lets us know that warmer temps are on the way. i've always loved this season the most. Yes, it is usually the busiest time of the year but it marks the time of year when less clothing is the rule. For me, simply getting the first pair of shorts out of the drawer gives me an excited feeling even if i am wearing them just to go to work. i now have a new reason for feeling that excitement and it's something that just may have me wearing my shorts earlier in the spring and later in the fall.
i often think of spring as the time to sow seed as well and yesterday i was hoping that all the men in my area get the same feeling. It was a rainy day so indoor activities was the rule. i posted a local ad about a cock-hungry man that would be waiting in a local arcade. The end of the ad stated a very brief description of myself and what i would be wearing. i considered for a moment that my average appearance would still make it difficult to single me out and i really didn't have a lot of time so i needed to make it easier to find me. Then it hit me. i simply finished the ad with, "i'll be easy to find...i'll be the one with dirt on my knees".
Don't get me wrong here. When it comes to playtime i am very intent on being clean inside and out and today was the same as i had just finished with a hot shower. So i was squeaky clean, wearing a pair of shorts, tank top, and slip on shoes when i left the house. i would prefer to be totally naked but until that's socially acceptable, this was the best i could do to look like an easy slut. i quickly stepped into the garage and knelt on the floor knowing that it always leaves telltale dirt on my pants legs when i'm working in there. i stood up and checked it out. It worked and i don't think i could portray what i am any better unless i wrote "cocksucker" on my forehead with a magic marker (something i would do in a heartbeat too if it was socially acceptable).
The way things went down at the arcade, i knew that i had stumbled onto something. Gone was the sizing each other up, the wondering if another guy is a feeder or eater. i was only there for about 45 minutes but i was lucky enough to be fed by 4 married guys. Every one of them could tell why i was there and they simply whipped it out upon entering a booth together. Not one of them wanted to suck me. They had read my ad and simply came to the arcade to get what they aren't getting at home. i loved it! It's times like these that make me feel like a useful faggot. i'd be there every day for this kind of treatment if time allowed.
All the way home, i thought about how well this worked and it led me to only one conclusion. There's a multitude of places to go that i now will make sure that others know exactly where i stand, or kneel actually. i even considered making a mud-pack in a ziplock baggy to keep handy for special occasions, lol.
So now it's a dreary Monday morning. The rain has forced me to have the day off. Time to get cleaned out, jump in the shower, and head out to the arcade again. With a little luck, the sun might shine and i can stop by a couple of parks. No matter where i go today, i know that i will be advertising exactly what i am and sporting my dirty knees for all to see.
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Is It The Weather?
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May 31, 2009 8:50 am
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What a long weekend. It's one of those feelings like being all "dressed up and nowhere to go" things. Only difference is i'm dressed to go somewhere and undress quickly.
Seems as if i'm in some kind of barren, desert, wasteland and my craving for cock is like looking for that one watering station somewhere. What's a guy to do? There's countless profiles and different ads for m2m fun listed in several areas but most are like me, looking for that insatiable Top that will take what he wants. So while i live in an area where it's hard to find just one Top, much less a group of them to service, i find that i am swimming in an ocean of bottoms. A vast school of cock hungry, cum thirsty, man bitches, all looking for the same thing.
Something has to give somewhere. i HAVE to find that one! The one that will meet with me occasionally, have his way with me, treat me like a sex toy, and ultimately control every minute of our time together. One that will protect me, yet test me. One that has no problem showcasing the talents of this cum-pig and sharing with others. One that needs an agreeable, appreciative, and ambitious bitch to use.
Ok, ok, i will quit sniveling and find someway to make some man happy. Even if it's just simply blowing a straight guy at the arcade but my search will go on. i will keep trying and someday soon, there will be a very happy man that knows he has a faggot bitch at his beck and call.
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Still Searching
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May 24, 2009 7:35 am
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The title of this post pretty much reveals that i am still looking for more but i am going to relate an experience that took place about a year ago. It was repeated once since so it stays fresh in my memory but can really only be considered "dabbling" when it tells my true desires and fantasies.
i decided that i really needed to find a Top man that could help me experience what a true slut i am so i put an add on craigslist. We all know this is fishing at best and i had the usual throwbacks but i was blessed with meeting a man that mostly fit the bill. My ad expressed my desire to fulfill others fantasies as well as my own. Another kind of "help each other out" approach and it became another memory for me to treasure. We discussed many details and we set a time to make this happen.
i met him in the parking lot of an adult bookstore in Tea, SD. He climbed in my vehicle and simply asked me, "Are you ready to be a whore"? i was more than ready and simply replied with a quick "Yes, Sir". We then headed off to the back door, paid our entry, and i followed him into the arcade, allowing him to choose our booth. Once inside, he simply ordered me to strip, stopping me when i got to my leather jock, and he placed the blindfold i had taken along onto my face. Pushing me down on my knees, he briefly explored my body before giving me just a sample of his cock in my hungry mouth. He then proceeded to opening the door, standing sometimes in the door way and even strolling around to find men for me to service. It was agreed beforehand that he would inspect the men for cleanliness, watch over my clothes, and simply make sure that things didn't get out of hand. This assured me that i would be safe and all health issues would be addressed.
It wasn't long before he had a man on the couch, allowing me to suck his cock while he began probing my man cunt with his fingers. They talked about me like i wasn't even there and that only turned me on more. Things like, "he's a good cocksucker" and "how many fingers do you have in his hole"? i can still remember that while i was surprised to hear the answer of four fingers because i found myself wiggling my whore ass around like a wanton slut for more. Moments later, a couple of other guys came in the booth and i found myself being moved to service yet another man with my mouth. This disappointed me a little bit because i yet to get the first guy's cum but it became apparent to me quickly that he wasn't leaving just yet. My Top asked the others if they wanted to fuck me so i kept concentrating on the cock in my mouth while trying to present the fact that my man-cunt was as hungry as the other end. All this talk of using the whore on the floor obviously did something for the man i was sucking because i was soon savoring a rather large load his seed. He quickly stood, zipped up, and left but was quickly replaced with yet another man. My head was being grabbed and forced to move back and forth for awhile and it was then that i felt a pair of hands on my ass. Instinctively, i stopped moving long enough to feel him slowly push his hard cock deep within my ass. This is exactly one of the things i had asked for as far as fantasy fulfillment and i knew right then that i would want to do this again. Having a cock in both ends at once was better than i would have ever guessed. When the man behind me moved his hands up to my shoulders and pulled me back, slamming it deep, i knew it was nearly over. i felt his cock flex and fill the condom and i know i whined when he finally pulled out. i didn't want it to ever end.
There finally came a point when my Top told me that there were no more men to please and i have no idea exactly how many cocks i serviced and i lost count of the loads i tasted but i had been on my knees for about an hour and a half. He allowed me to suck his cock for awhile and i still can almost feel him pounding my face after he pushed on my back on the couch. He pulled out at the moment of no return and splashed some of his cum onto my face and into my wide open mouth. Once he finished, he allowed to lick it clean and i wiped the remains into my mouth when he finally took his cock from me. i'm not sure if he had held off this long or if he was one that fucked me but it sure seemed like a huge load.
He kissed me while giving me my clothes. Told me that he enjoyed using me for a whore. Said that he wanted to do it again if i did and left. This left me wanting more so i roamed the halls of the arcade for awhile, looking for more. There were a few guys still there so naturally, i assumed that one or more of them had used me. That was just the icing on the cake for me. When we discussed this previously, the blindfold was a tool that we used so that i would never know who had their way with me. That still turns me on even to this day as much as it did then. Every man i see there has me wondering if i was his bitch. What a major turn on! Later, i posted this experience on another site and was surprised when a man wrote me, telling me he was there. He confirmed it by stating that his buddy was the one that didn't take me long to get his load. So now i hold out hope that he and his buddy want to make our own fun sometime in the future. i still have no face to put with any of those cocks but i intend to see if my mouth has a memory of them every time i'm in that particular arcade.
As i stated before, we had a repeat of this scene once and again it left me craving more. i actually expressed my desire to be bound and have no choice the next time (like i would have said no in the first place, lol) but this Top doesn't seem to have much experience with BDSM. He said something could be worked out so only time will tell but i just don't sense the powerful, cock wielding, slut user and abuser, in him. So that explains why i am still searching. Searching for that Dominant man that will use me alone, with another sub slut, or share me with many men.
Just let me know if you want to hear more details about our second time. There wasn't as many men but i still treasure both events with all of my soul. i should add that while this may sound quite promiscuous to some, precautions were taken, and i have since been tested and remain squeaky clean. So if you need a party slut to serve you and your guests in a variety of ways, be sure and contact me so we can set something up. i really feel the need to go find that line where i go from begging for more cock to the point where i am begging for a break. After all, you can never find out just how far you can go if you haven't risked going to far.
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Moving On
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May 24, 2009 6:11 am
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Having just experienced the first real cock in my ass, it only confirmed what my previous Domme had shown me. i knew now for sure that the "cock" wins, hands down. Not only did i relish how it was powerful in my mouth but now i had no doubt that power was as great or greater in my ass too. It was at this time that i developed a constant hunger in both of my holes.
i began to experiment more with what i like to call "vanilla m2m" sex. Don't get me wrong here. While i enjoyed each and every encounter, i still felt there had to be more. Given the ratio of bottom men to top men, most of these situations were with versatile married men. It seemed more like a "let's help each other out" type of situation to me and didn't allow me to serve and worship in the manner i think is required. So, yes, i did learn and grow from this but it really wasn't quite the whole scene i craved. i knew at this time that my need to please was far greater than getting off myself. In fact, i soon found that i really enjoyed earning the reward of cumming much more than actually cumming. That in itself really defines my nature and place in life.
Chastity play seemed to fit into that real well. i began locking myself in a houdini chastity device when i was alone. Slowly i began training myself that i had to earn the right to take it off and cum. i have yet to wear it with someone else in charge of the scene but given this self-training, i have learned to walk that fine line very well and don't allow myself to cum in the physical sense. i have also learned that with proper manipulation, i can and have experienced all the effects of an orgasm without the actual discharge. i really hope to learn how to do this better and more often. All that it really takes is for a real man to take control of the natural slut in me and this edge play is a real turn on for me. i truly hope to find that one Dom that knows exactly how to bring this out.
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More Stepping Stones
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May 17, 2009 6:12 am
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After my latest inspirations, i chose to follow her advice. There was different paces and approaches but it was more of a spiritual thing for me.
i truly loved playing the dominant role with women and still do. The part where i am able to give them all the sensations that i enjoy myself only adds to the fun. Whether it be pain or tenderness, i love to see the flesh twitch, the goose bumps, and last but not least, the driven desire to please. i love to hear them beg for cock like a cheap whore.
But what i truly love is to be the one begging. For unexplainable reasons to me, it's like a light switch is turned on when i am in the presence of a top man. i am instantly that slut now and i can't help myself. It wasn't that fast of a transition with men though.
In the earlier part after my dismissal from Mistress, i explored with men primarily at glory holes in the arcade. i learned what time certain types of men were there mostly for safety reasons. In other words, if i saw a wedding ring through the glory hole, i was very intent on pleasing that man. After all, he was probably there to get the blowjob his wife wouldn't give him and i wanted him to come back again. It got to the point where i could service 4-5 married men in a row and it seemed like a same time next week scene.
One particular morning, i was so horned up that i hit the arcade at 6 AM and was first disappointed when there was only one other guy there. My luck changed when he finally entered my neighboring booth, unzipped, and fed about a seven inch uncut cock through the hole. Hhhmmm, i can still recall the taste and smell of him along with how quickly it became hard in mouth. i know i whimpered outloud when he pulled it back through the hole. He leaned down and whispered to me, "Let's get a bigger booth".
i needed to get more of that cock so there was only one answer and i simply nodded. He was stripping down as we entered a large booth and sat down inviting me to resume. After a few minutes, he told me to stand and he slowly removed my jeans, his hands exploring my ass. He asked if i had a condom and i gave him one. He stood and forced me to bend over, spit on his dick, stroked it a few times, then used his spit covered fingers to lube my hole. Then he pushed it in me, ever so slow, like he new it was my first time. Once deep within me, he held still for a bit and then slowly began gyrating his hips. He put his hands on my nipples and pulled me up against his chest and asked me if i was alright.
i nodded briefly before i whispered, "Please fuck me". He started slow, pulling all the way back to his cockhead before shoving it balls deep again. i was in heaven. Just a thing, an object for this man to use for his pleasure. i found myself fucking him back after he picked up the pace. i now knew that there would never be anything better than a real cock drilling me. There just isn't any comparison with toys. We were both sweating profusely by the time he finally throbbed in me, filling the condom with his seed. He held me close to his chest again for a few moments while his hardness receded. All i could think at this time was that my man-cunt wanted more! He pulled out, tossed the condom into the corner and was dressing on his way out. The only words exchanged at that point were by me saying, "Thank You Sir".
From that point on, i think i have thanked just about every man that has used me for a cum-dump. i still do to this day. But something was even more special to me from that same point. Being a bitch for a man is where i need to be.
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More Revelations
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May 17, 2009 4:01 am
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Confusion would be the word that best describes the next few years of my life. i continued my exploration of BDSM with women. Tried the submissive role simply because i felt that's where i belonged. Thought maybe i had found my way when i served a Domme for some time but she must have seen something in me that i didn't think was showing.
We were enjoying what i thought was just another wonderful session. She had me tied and teased to the point where i thought i would just explode when she stopped and said that we were going to talk. She began by telling me that i was very good at serving and pleasing her but that it was time i took another look at myself. She told me that i should consider assuming a Dominant role with women. Her explanation detailed many reasons for this idea and i really couldn't argue with any of them. She was very convincing and it was soon agreed that this was the path i should follow but then she said that there was something else we needed to talk about.
She began by telling me that there was nothing wrong with being a switch. i really didn't expect this to go that way because of her lifestyle beliefs but soon found out that there was much more to it. It was like she saw right through me and she basically led me to the point where she simply said, "Admit it, while you enjoy being dominant with women, there's more to your makeup than that. Tell me the truth. You like cock just as much as pussy and what you really want is to serve a man".
i was stunned that she had made this observation mostly because we had never talked about men before. Now, you have to understand that i totally trusted and respected this woman so there was no reason to deny it. She pressed further and told me to tell her my feelings about what she said. i couldn't stop myself from spilling my feelings even though i had that sinking feeling that our relationship had taken an unexpected turn. i told her how i felt more complete when i was pleasing a man but that it was probably just a fascination or a passing thing. She kept probing, wanting to know more about how i felt when i was with a man and then came the, "tell me the truth" thing again. She laid it out in a simple way and asked me. "If I brought a man along with me and we sit naked side by side, which would you choose to serve first? Which would win, the cock or the pussy?"
i had never looked at it quite like this but deep down, i knew that my answer was probably not what she would want to hear. i also knew that we were always open and honest with each other and that i really had no reason to lie to her. Guess it was her way of making me honest with myself. For whatever reason, she helped me answer that question since i obviously couldn't spit it out.
"Look at yourself. You might as well just tell me the truth. You're sitting in puddle of jizz that started flowing the second we started talking about cock. That cock of yours is telling the truth so let's hear it now. You're a cocksucker and what you really want is to be a bitch for a real man, right? So what wins, the cock or the pussy?"
There's never been another time in my life when i felt so compelled to "let go" and spill the beans. i simply lowered my eyes and said, "the cock wins, Mistress". It was at this moment that i truly knew what people meant when they say the weight of the world was removed from their shoulders. Even though i knew our current relationship was probably over, i had to be honest with her and myself.
She amazed me with how she took this all in stride. She didn't flinch. She stood and ordered me to lie on the floor on my back. After she stretched me out by tying my already bound wrist and ankle to the bed and desk legs, she slowly squatted her hot pussy over my throbbing cock. She grabbed it and stroked her pussy with it before sliding ahead and poising it at her lovely asshole. She stared me right in the eyes as she slid down enough to get just the head of my cock past her ring. She slid her hands up to grab my nipples and began telling me that she was rewarding me for being honest with her and that i was now allowed to cum in her ass. i'll never forget the order she gave that put me over the edge. "Show me. Cum in me the way you wish real men would cum in you!"
So that's exactly what i did. For awhile, i wondered if i would ever stop. She milked the head with her ass ring, making sure to get every drop. Then she pulled off, pulled down on my chin to open my mouth and told me, "Don't spill a drop and do not swallow. I wanna see my cocksucker's mouth full". She turned and squatted a few inches above my face. Then i watched intently as she slowly pushed my cum from her ass. It still ranks as one of the hottest things i have ever seen. i did get every drop and she smiled after she checked. She ordered me to swallow and turned back, reminding me that i better get my tongue busy and clean the rest of it out.
It wasn't long after that and she finally removed her collar from me. i knew it was coming but we parted on very good terms. She helped me open up to myself and life has been good ever since.
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Something Was Different
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May 14, 2009 5:35 am
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There wasn't a simple explanation but i knew something was different about me long before i had any experience viewing BDSM or even simple porn for that matter. For whatever reason, while playing childhood games, i loved being submissive in any manner allowed. It didn't take much longer and i noticed that i was drawn to others that took charge and no matter what the task was, i found that i needed to go the extra distance to please those in charge. It's what drove me and what made me feel like something.
Years later, in my early teens, i was fortunate enough to view some porn. Of course, i was drawn to the naked, beautiful women but when i finally saw a man and woman couple pictured, i was also drawn to the power that seemed to exude from the hard cock in the pictures. Being raised in a straight and religious home, this was a little confusing to me and held me back a little bit because i had been taught how it was simply wrong to be attracted to the same sex. It didn't stop me though as i needed to explore more and when i came across some pictures of a naked man in chains, there was no turning back. i had to know more. It was then that i began searching for more even though my resources were quite limited at the time. Went through the dating with girls in high school but i remember driving by the adult bookstores, seeing all the men entering, and patiently waiting to become of age so that i could see just what the attraction was there. Between the years of 18 and 21, i spent most of my time trying to bed down as many women as i could, giving little thought for my attraction to men and it wasn't long before i met some gals that had some BDSM interests. It was exciting but something was missing when i tied them up and teased them.
The day finally came when i was old enough to enter the adult businesses. i was apprehensive but i ventured into a theater first. Oh how horny it made me to sit there and watch the vivid straight sex on the big screen but it was my exploratory nature that made me look elsewhere and i soon found some booths just outside of the theater. i was just amazed that i could select what kind of porn i wanted to see and within minutes, i was watching a man using another mans mouth. Just as i noticed that i was hard as a rock, another man entered the booth. My heart raced but i knew instantly where i belonged and that was on my knees.
Perhaps i will tell the "rest of the story" at a later time (OK, i promise i will) but that seemed to be a pivotal moment in my life and though it was more than a little confusing, it still remains the point where that little light bulb comes on and you realize what is quite possibly your station in life. Even though i was confused, the monkey was off my back and i now had some kind of direction.
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