Thursday, September 27, 2012

Family Notification

I had always hidden the fact that I was a submissive male addicted to the world of serving males and females while tied to their leashes. My family had no idea that I was living a dual life. Actually, to this day, I'm not sure which family members may know and which ones do not, but I'm sure that at least one does know. A few years ago I was with my Mistress at her home when she decided to have a party. It was not unusual for me to serve in some capacity at the parties. I would walk around naked and ask people if they wanted drinks, sometimes I would stand and hold a tray of food, and other times I would be blindfolded and put in some strange place or position. This time I was told that I was going to cum for the party. I have to admit just the thought of being able to cum after two weeks in a cock cage was a nice idea. The night of the party came and I was blindfolded. My Mistress took me around the room showing me off to different people in the room. I realized who a few of them were from their voices, but not all. I had the feeling that there was way more in the room than I had been introduced to. When the appointed time for me to put on a show for my Mistress' friends, I was lead to the center of the room. My cock cage was removed and I was told to hold out my hand. I did so and felt cool lube as it plopped into my hand. "Stroke," commanded my Mistress. I began to stroke my cock immediately just as I had always done when commanded to do so. After a moment, I was rock hard, but then she told me to stop. I was then told to hold out my arms, which I did, and I felt a plastic doll placed in them. My Mistress then said, "Fuck it like a man on the floor." I knelt down with my cock still bouncing around and entered the plastic doll. I started screwing the daylights out of the doll. I heard small bits of laughter around the room and some people talking about me using such words as "slut," "asshole" and "dumbass". I continued to ignore them as best as I could had started humping the doll faster. I was just about to cum when I heard my Mistress say, "Stand up and leave the doll." I stood up with my cock bouncing around in the air. She then told me to finish the job myself. I knew this meant that I was not only having to fuck the doll for her friends, but now they were going to watch me jack off as well. I felt my Mistress' hand on my shoulder and realized that she was standing right beside me. "Jack it and make a snack," she commanded. I knew this meant that she, or someone, was in front of me holding a cup, plate or something and that I was going to explode into or onto it and then have to swallow my own cum. Being a slut that I am, this just caused me to jack faster. "When you cum, tell everyone what you are and how you feel about me," my Mistress commanded. As I felt myself about to cum, I proclaimed loudly, "I'm a male dog and I below to my Mistress. She owns me, all of me and I love to serve her!" As I completed the statement, globs of man-jam leaped from my cock. I heard it hitting what sounded like a plate. When I had finished, she asked me what a good slave should do. I responded that I should clean up. At that moment, I felt the tip of the plate touch my lips. I opened my mouth and received all my own saved up cum. Once I had licked the plate, she told me to remove the blindfold. I did. I know I must have turned about five shades of red. My Mistress had positioned me in the center of the room. What I had not counted on was who I was facing. Across from my naked body stood my cousin. I felt my face grow immediately hot with shame. She was looking at me with a look of almost complete contempt. My mind flashed back to all the times we had played together as kids, all the jokes, all the television shows we had watched, and how close her mom and my dad were. I thought I was going to faint. My Mistress leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Now the cat's out of the bag don't you think my little slut?" I have seen my cousin only once since that night. I saw her at the University of Texas in Austin. To my knowledge she has never said anything to my parents or anyone else in the family. When I saw her in Austin, she smiled, said hello and then said something about having to get to class. I often wondered two things. First, I wondered just what she really thinks of me. Second, I wonder exactly what she was doing at a BDSM party anyway....

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Can you give a dog a bone?

Well it's been awhile since I've posted and for that I am sorry. I've missed sharing with everyone reading here and getting some great feedback. Well, I get great feedback, no one yet has put a collar on this dog, but hey what can I say. I'm going on 46 years of age now and I'm older. I'm not the hot little hunk that I'm seeing today. Speaking of hot little hunks, I recently went to an event out of state for Dom(mes) and subs. I found something very interesting. There was a variety of people there. It seemed like most of the Doms were older somewhere around at least 35-55 range. Most of the Dommes were also in that range of age, except for one or two that I would have sworn were barely 18. There was a wide array of subs there. There were black subs, white subs, a couple of hispanic subs. Something that I noticed that I had not noticed in the past though was that there were more male subs than female. I talked with one female sub, with a beautiful black studded collar with the name "Brent's" printed on it. I asked her why she thought there were more male subs than female subs. This sub looked like she might be 25-30, but turned out that she was 38. Whoever Brent was, he made damn sure his slave remained in great shape. She informed me that she was a psychologist and that from her point of view it was a role reversal. She said that in the past men had been more in control and in charge. As a result, they did not want to be lead around on a leash. However, since women were gaining more in society, more women wanted to be in control of everything. They wanted control at work, at the home, and most especially in the bed. I asked her why she did not want control and she said that some people are just born to be slaves. She said she was happiest at Brent's feet. About that time Master Brent walked up. She immediately bowed and jumped to his side. I also bowed out of respect for the Master. He asked his slave who I was and she explained that I was just a slave without an owner. He looked at me for a moment and then smiled, "Don't worry little slut, someone will give you a bone some day." He had no idea I guess that I already had one....