This is my first attempt to write a story. So please be gentle or not.
I hope you like it. Please leave comments and suggestions.
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My name is Dan, and I am a closet submissive, that is into self-bondage, edging, and being under a woman's control. I'm older now but I still, work out to stay in shape. I'm 5'10" 160 lbs. with greying hair. I can still turn women's heads when I'm out and about.
I have an average length cock at 7 inches and it's pretty thick. I've never gotten any complaints from the women I have slept with.
My work causes me to travel quite often and when I am alone in my hotel, I try to act out different fantasies that I have. Because I am alone, I have to revert to self-bondage, edging, and other forms of torment.
I have to be creative as to what I carry in my luggage, so it isn't too obvious, but sometimes I want to put some of the toys I have in and there is no mistaking what they if they go through an X-Ray machine.
I have been trying to get my wife to become an aggressive person in the bedroom but as, yet it has not happened. Just the occasional edging until she feels I have had enough even though I beg her not to stop teasing me.
I fantasize about being tied down and teased relentlessly, made to do whatever my capture wanted. I have been this way for as long as I can remember. When I think about what it would be like to be my wife's toy, my dick gets hard, and I start to drip pre-cum.
Let me start by sharing how I think my deviant kinkiness got started. I seemed to have always felt different from my friends. Graduating from high school, was a huge event because I had just turned 18 a few weeks earlier, had enlisted in the Army, and knew that I was heading into the service in a couple of weeks.
I always liked girls and had my share of girlfriends in school, but I was always too shy around them to try anything daring. We would make out and when the girl let me I would play with their tits but that was about it.
It was a few weeks before I had to head off to Bootcamp, so I was making my rounds at graduation parties. There were kegs of beer at every party. At one of the parties, a girl I had always dreamed about happened to be attending. Her name was Shannon.
I was drinking a beer and watching her from across the room by myself trying to not get caught staring at her. I was fantasizing about being alone with her. I wanted so much to ask her out and see I could finally muster the guts to try and get in her pants.
Shannon was really cute. 5'4" about 110lbs and a body that screamed out to be touched. She had beautiful blue eyes that captivated you when she looked at you, light blond hair that she wore in a ponytail that hung about 5 inches down her back. She had the nicest pointy tits that I imagined were 34B cup but I wasn't sure about that. As it turned out she was older than I was at 19.
While I was looking away at something else, Shannon walked over to me and said hello. It startled me and I stumbled with my words before I finally said hello back.
We hit it off and started talking about what we were going to do now that school was over. I told her I had enlisted in the service and would be heading off to Bootcamp in a few weeks.
Shannon thought that was cool and asked what I was planning to do. I'm a geek so I signed up to work in advanced electronics and would be working communications for the military
She smiled and said you are going to be one of those brainiacs that spy on our enemies. I just laughed and said probably not.
Shannon touched me lightly on the arm and it shivers through me. It had been a while since I had a girl paying me any attention. She noticed and asked me if her touch bothered me. I told her not at all, just gave me goosebumps is all.
I kind of sense that she was more aggressive than all the other girls I had dated. She asked me to take a walk with her outside. It was a nice warm evening, and the sun hadn't set yet. we found a nice spot out back and sat down.
Shannon just slid over and gave me a sweet-tasting French kiss and that got us started making out. She actually let me feel her up and she started to rub my cock through my shorts.
She knew how to tease me and then stop, then she would do it again. I loved the sensation and just let her take control. It didn't go much further but we agreed that we wanted to go out while I was still a civilian.
We made a date for a couple of days later and went back to the party. Because of the teasing, I was very aroused, and my cock was begging to get out of my shorts for some relief.
I snuck out of the party, got in my car, and headed out. It was a nice warm evening and I decided to take a drive through the park. Once I got in the park the sun was setting and my cock was still trying to escape from my shorts, so I decided to oblige it.
I pulled over to park, looked around, and didn't see anyone nearby so I got out of the car and went to sit on a bench that I parked by. When I sat down my mind started to think back to Shannon and how she teased my cock at the party.
It felt so good that I had to continue on my own. I didn't want to mess up my shorts and try to explain the stain, so I took off my shorts, threw them in the car, and sat back down. Here I was in a public park naked from the waist down with my cock at half-mast and aching to be touched.
It felt so deviant and aroused that without thinking about it twice I pulled off my shirt and threw it in the car too and then locked the door.
As soon as I heard the car door lock, I freaked out because the keys were in my shorts. How was I going to get back in without getting caught? My mind was racing trying to think of what to do.
Then I realized that my cock was rock hard and begging to be stroked. I couldn't believe that I was in this predicament, and yet I was more interested in stroking my shaft than figuring out how to get back into my car.
I needed relief and a way out without getting get caught by the cops or worse. It was pretty dark by now so I felt like I wouldn't be seen unless someone decided to park nearby. I played with my cock while I thought about what I could do. I couldn't walk home; it was too far, and I would have to walk down city streets naked.