MY First Attempt
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Posted:May 6, 2024 7:27 am
Last Updated:May 18, 2024 6:03 am 1270 Views
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Where I want to end up.
I am a little nervous about writing this but at the same time very excited. I want my future owners to really know what they have to work with and what i would love to be my fate.
I have been a submissive for a long time even before i knew the meaning of the word and still can remember sneaking out of the house when I was young with only my shoes, pants and shirt on. I would walk to a place in the woods with a deserted unpaved road going though it called the Jungle Trail and there I would strip naked hide my clothing and proceed naked walking along the road leaving them behind. I loved the way my cock waved back and forth as I walked and the sense of freedom I felt totally naked. I would walk about half a mile in the woods this way down paths heavily used during the day but mostly abandoned in the evening or so I thought.
One evening I was walking down the road naked when I saw headlights coming the other way. Did not know what to do... So jumped into the bushes just in time to see a pickup truck drive just a few feet pat me. At first I thought i did the right thing but later i wondered what would happen if i were caught? Would the driver have made me his/her (sex) slave? The thought excited me so much that i repeated the stroll several times but no luck. However, since then the feeling of being owned by a dom/domme or even a couple and made to serve them naked has excited me.
As the years went by i settled into a more vanilla lifestyle doing things as a normal person would do them but always in my mind wondering if i would have been a good slave to my owners? Thinking of serving them/him/her dinner naked and doing housework that way excited me to the bone but i could not tell anyone. I became so frustrated, so in need. But i kept my desires secret; closeted until one day while sitting alone in a local pub having a few beers I experienced a vision that changed my life when a tall black woman walked into my life.
I was sitting there just wondering if i would ever be able to come out of the closet and let my submissive nature fly like the wind. Wanted to shout "I AM A SUBMISSIVE BOI. FIND ME PLEASE" but who could i tell? I just took a second draft of my beer when I could n't believe my eyes. Standing in the doorway was a talk black woman. She seemed to be just looking around for something but what a view. I did n't realize i was staring and fantasizing she was my mistress. All of a sudden, our eyes met.
I felt i was spinning. Being consumed being examined completely and none of this was under my control. It was almost magical. My head was spinning but i could n't take my eyes off of her. I was really hypnotized almost to the point of completely losing myself within her gaze. Suddenly, i was awakened from my slumber by the sound of a female voice. Hello slave is this seat taken?. I opened my eyes to see this beautiful black woman standing next to me pointing to the chair to my left. Well hello slave may i have this chair? I was in shock but invited her to join me. Well aren't you going to order me a beer she said in a commanding voice.
Yes, I called to the waitress to bring two beers to our table and helped mistress to be seated. My name is Mistress Emma she said what is yours? Phillip I said meekly and very quietly in stunned disbelief. Who is she?why me? What was that you said Philip? Yes Mistress Emma. Well Phillip i saw you sitting here all alone and said to myself. "That one looks like a true submissive." Well are you a submissive willing to give yourself to what you know you really are? For a moment I just sat there my cock twitching under the table covered by a checkered tablecloth. Again I meekly responded "Yes mistress. I think so mistress." What do you mean "You think so?" You are or you are not a submissive." Reflecting on my background i realized i was and for once i was being given a chance to reveal myself. YES Mistress Emma I am a submissive male," That's better. I could tell you were when i first saw you. Now are you owned? Not knowing what that meant , i meekly answered, "No mistress."
Well then i can see you have true potential and I bet with a little training you would make someone a great pet and possibly even a sex slave. My partner and I have a stable of sub missives we are training for auction. What you willing to do today is not as important as what you will be willing to do after I've trained you properly .Phyllis, are you willing to be trained? "Yes Mistress Emma," was my firm response. With that i think i saw a slight smile on mistresses face. Until you sign my contracts mistress responded consider me your manager. I will tell you how to prepare your body for inspection every day and you will follow my directions completely. You understand... Yes Mistress i responded. With that she proceeded to ask me very personal questions about my body and what my fetishes were. I told her about my love of walking naked in the woods and how i have long wondered what it would be like to have been seen and captured naked way back them. Would i already be owned by a master or mistress. The thought of that really excited me and my penis which rose to the occasion especially when i felt a hand moving up my left thigh.
I leaned back a bit in my chair and closed my eyes. Letting Mistress Emma have her way with me. I was completely over come with anticipation of what might come next. As we casually chatted I could feel Mistress Emma's hand sliding up my jeans. I let out a small moan when it was right on top of my very erect cock and almost screamed when I felt her unzipping my pants. Looking under the table i could see my cock still covered by my white undershorts sticking out through my trousers. Could believe when she started playing with my cock and freeing it from my underwear. Almost screamed when it burst forth totally exposed to her. She then wrapped her hands around it and i felt it pulsing in her hand. Oh how nervous i was but sexually excited. I was being explored in a public place.
Her questions came one after another. It felt like i was being screened for a job. What were my interests, would i be willing to do odd jobs naked. How about errands? Would i be will to be dressed like my owners wanted even if i didn't?
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