This is my first attempt at a fiction from the point of view of a male sub. My experience in this area is pretty limited but I hope you find it enjoyable.
My name is Tim, I had decided that after getting my 2-1 degree at university it was time to take stock of my life, I have always done what my parents wanted me to do hence a three-year degree course in Maths but now I wanted to pursue my own desires. That was in some way the catalyst I now needed to push me into applying to go onto the national submissive register.
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Let me explain the register: The register makes you available to any person or couple looking to find a `House Slave` to serve the domestic and sexual requirements of the household.
Punishment would be handed out as and when required and the full BDSM lifestyle is implemented to those showing it on their application.
It is available to male and female alike and the waiting list for households is considerable so applicants could be in service within days of acceptance.
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It was all anonymous to start with, all I had to do was send an email with a subject line saying `Subscribe`, to spbrown@measureup.cock.uk
It was not too long before I got a return email with an application form attached. I took my time and began to fill in my application, I wanted it to be truthful but not showing over confidence.
All the usual questions to start with, name, contact details, DoB, then the important bits:
Sexual orientation - Bi with a strong leaning to Gay
Position Requested - sub/slave
Experienced, yes or no? - Yes.
Give Details, you may use extra lines if required.
I had a very strict upbringing from parents, grandparents and most of my other family. I do not want to elaborate too much unless asked to, then I will share.
At eighteen I was sent to boarding school and from day one I was singled out as a regular and willing good fuck by fellow students, Masters and the house staff, both men and women.
On the first night in my dormitory of six, we had a group shower and I was the one they chose to kneel before them, so five sucks, four swallows and one who wanted to break me in so bent me over the footstool and fucked me. From then on I had to wank, suck or be fucked by one and all. I was marked out of ten and whatever mark I got from each student meant that many slaps over their knee.
If any demerits were given against our dorm, resulting in a dorm punishment, I would take the naked canings from masters and the Head of House.
I then added quite a few more lines of information about me.
Height -- 5' 10"
Weight Pounds - 135 pounds.
Virgin? - No
Cock Slack - 6" Hanging.
Cock Hard - 7 and 3/4" Hard.
The main details, and a few optional ones were all filled in and mailed back, I then had to wait for a reply and hopeful an interview. I did not have to wait long and I was sent my interview details. Fast forward three weeks and I was in a waiting room in the centre of Leeds. The appointment was for ten fifteen in the morning and arrived a bit early at ten.
I gave my name to the receptionist who marked me as present and I was told to sit on one of the red chairs. Fifteen minutes later the office door next to the reception opened and my name was called by a well-dressed young man, I went into the room as instructed by his hand, beckoning me.
A young lady sat behind a modern looking desk with a clipboard and pen, I assume with my application form. He introduced me to Miss Brown and I bowed my head in respect. He then gave me his next instruction,
"Go over to the cloakroom there and come out naked."
"OK."
He closed the office door with a bang!
"Stop and bend over."
I did as I was told.
"Spell 'SIR', one letter at a time."
"S."
Whoosh Crack, the man brought a cane down lush across both of my trousered cheeks.
"I." Whoosh Crack the second hit was just below the first.
"R" WHOOSH CRACK, "FUCKING HELL," I jumped up.
Another voice, "Back down boy, you will get five more, or you know where the door is."
I went back down and five reasonable strength whoosh cracks hit their target.
I was stood up and pointed in the direction of the cloakroom. Once undressed I had a wee and washed my hands and went back out.
"My apologies Sir for not addressing you correctly and thank you for your time in reminding me. Also Ma'am thank you for my extras for moving, well deserved."
Miss Brown studied my application form.
"I will read out some of your replies and I expect a short, but courteous confirmation or reply."
"Yes Miss Brown."
"Your name is Tim, do you have a nickname?"
"Yes Miss, Timbo."
"Gender Male"
"Yes Miss."
"Sexual Orientation Gay/Straight/Bi"
"Yes Miss."
