Greetings everyone,
Having watched from the sidelines for some time, I decided it was high time to step in and say hello. I am a submissive hailing from England, and right now I spend four days of every week under my mistress’s roof.
I’ve known deep down that I’m a sub since as far back as I can recall, though I kept it hidden until about a year ago when I discovered the girlfriend I had then wanted to take on a dominant role. She has become my mistress! We experimented with chastity devices and other dynamics intermittently before deciding she would hold total authority over me. There are no arguments or contests; I simply submit, come what may.
When we are together, I am expected to attend to all her needs, which brings me genuine joy. For the past eight months, my cock has been locked away in a birdcage with zero release allowed. She teases me often, pushing me right up to the brink of an orgasm only to pull back and reseal the cage. It’s maddening yet wonderful. She is fair-minded: open about her intentions and clear that she will never allow me to climax on my own terms. Still, I am rewarded for good behavior with oral service opportunities and chances to worship different parts of her body. Conversely, mistakes bring punishment, sometimes harshly. Just this morning, because I delivered her breakfast a few minutes later than usual, she caned my balls.
Overnight, I wear only sultry panties, though occasionally she insists on adding a bra as well. Around the home, I am usually in those panties, dressed as a maid with heels and a wig, or completely bare-skinned. Even when her friends visit, I serve them just as I do her, which can be deeply humiliating and painful—especially if I’m acting as their toilet while they use my balls for stress relief.
Recently, she has started bringing men home to cuck me. It wasn’t initially something I cared much for, but since it’s what she desires, we make it work. I found myself enjoying watching her pleasure herself, and the humiliation of realizing those new partners were taking places once held by me was satisfying. However, a few nights ago changed things slightly. I was kneeling beside the bed while they engaged in intercourse. When she finished but he hadn’t, she removed his condom, guided him off the mattress, and told me to finish what he started. Being heterosexual, this prospect terrified me. For the first year of our dynamic arrangement, I protested and pleaded with her. But she seized my balls, ordered me to perform oral sex on him until I swallowed, and so I did. I nearly gagged when he climaxed inside my mouth, only for her to tell me to get used to it.
Anyway, that covers quite a bit of ground regarding my life. Now I must prepare the house for tonight’s strap-on party, where essentially I will bend over and be penetrated by her alongside six of her friends.
I look forward to reading your replies. In response to the site’s tagline: yes, it wasn’t entirely careful what I wished for, but I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.