Author's note: This story is a fictional fantasy. I wasn't sure how to categorize it. There is gay male sex, although there is a female involved in the story. Since it's about submission, I thought I'd put it in the BDSM category.
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I had been surfing the internet for weeks, looking for a dominant male or couple that wanted to play with a bi curious male. I would describe myself as average looking, in his mid thirties, about average height. I'm a bit overweight, but not hugely fat. I'm very submissive. I work in an office, and don't make a huge amount of money.
There seems to be cliché that all submissive men are powerful executives that turn to femdom to relieve themselves of the daily responsibilities they face. While there certainly are people like this, I believe that submissive men come from all occupations; BDSM may often blur sexual orientation. I'm into female domination, but I find myself attracted to shemales or fantasize about being with a dominant man, although I would consider myself straight. I know that I usually wanted a female involved in the domination, even with a man.
I found mostly just swingers who weren't into BDSM, or couples that wanted to play with submissive females only. I finally thought I lucked out when I read an ad from a magazine in an adult video store I often frequented.
Dominant Older Male will Play With Gay, Bisexual, or Bi curious men. Must Be Clean, Obedient, and Very Submissive. My Wife will Assist Me. Tribute Required.
I contacted them, and we began to exchange emails. They seemed quite friendly, and open in their emails. They asked a lot of questions about my experience, and had I ever been with a man before. I told them about my bi curiosity, and interest in femdom. They told me that they were very strict, and that if I agreed to a session, I had to obey all their rules, and not back out. I agreed and we made a date. I was a bit disappointed that it was an older man and woman, but realized that meant he was probably experienced. They set a date for the session.
I walked up to the door of the house with my heart pounding nervously. I didn't know what to expect. I was as excited as I was scared. I still didn't have to go through with it. But the truth was I was too horny to back out. I was about to ring the doorbell when the door opened, startling me. Before me stood a woman in her late fifties.
She had grey hair tied up in a tight bun, and wore thick plastic glasses. She was well over six feet tall, and a bit plump, but not fat. She wore a plain flower decorated blouse and a long skirt. Her breasts were large, and gravity was definitely taking over, as they sagged. She wore black, shiny pointed witch shoes with the buckles. She wore a stern look on her face. She reminded of a strict, older teacher I had in grade four. "I, uh," stammered, too scared and intimidated by this woman.
"I know who you are, and you're on time. That's good," she stated. She told me not to just stand there, but get my butt inside now.
"Yeah, right," I replied.
"No, not yeah right. It's yes ma'am when I tell you to do something."
"Yes ma'am," I corrected myself and hurriedly entered the house.
She closed and locked the door behind me.
"You're name in this house for the next little while is boy," she stated. I took my shoes and coat off, and before I could react, she grabbed my ear like a naughty schoolboy, and pulled me into her living room.
"You have the tribute we discussed?" I gave it to her, and she looked at me half-amused, half-contemptuous. "Strip off all your clothes, fold them neatly, and place them over there," she pointed to the couch. I stripped to my briefs, but stopped there. I was too unsure of the whole thing.
"I don't know about this. Where is he anyway?" I asked. Ma'am got annoyed and looked at me.
"He'll be here, and you'll both get what you need, and maybe more, if that's what we decide. It's too late to back out now, anyway. I may be older, but I'm still pretty strong. I could easily grab you, and throw you out the door naked. And how do you suppose the police would respond if they saw you? I could tell them anything, like you tried to attack, rob or rape me. I'm here to prepare you for him. Now stop asking questions, and take off those shorts, boy," she demanded.
"Yes ma'am," I responded. She was right. It was too late to back out now. I stripped off my briefs; she looked right at my small penis. I was fully erect, just less than four inches. She burst out laughing.
"You're cock is puny," she said. "No wonder you need to get buttfucked."
"It's not that small," I tried to defend myself. It was very humiliating, but my cock seemed to like it. It strained for relief already.
"By the time we're done with you, you'll realize how small you really are boy."She grabbed me by the ear, and pulled me along into the bathroom.
"Bend over the sink and stick your butt out. You'll be doing that later, so get used to it."
"Yes ma'am," I replied, meekly embarrassed. I had never been exposed like this before. The fact that she was almost old enough to be my mother added to my embarrassment. I heard her snap on rubber gloves. Without warning, she thrust her finger in my rosebud. I grunted and groaned and she pushed in further. She twisted her finger around, like she was trying to dig the final pickle out of a jar.
