Life As A Sub Ch 03 Pt 01

Continuing story of my life as a married male sub. This is a genuine account of my journey consisting of prologue and chapters, from youngster to the present. It contains my thoughts and experiences, good and bad, throughout the years, that tries to explain what was going through my mind at the time. I describe how I was moulded and conditioned to be the submissive that I am today, craving to be of service to real dominant Masters and Mistresses.

Chapter 3 -- End of College, Part 1 -- The Last Party

It was a busy time finishing college. I had applied for a number of jobs, my CV all written up with the expectation of the qualifications I was going to get. To say it was hectic was an understatement, mainly because I was also concentrating on finishing my dissertation. Because of this, I was only able to attend one more swinging party with Bob, Claire and friends. But, as I was to find out, it wasn't exactly a party for me, more a final training session.

My relationship with Ruth flourished and of course, so did our great sex life. We relived scenarios and experimented with toys and loved lots of role play, but we both agreed that anal penetration was still a bit of a problem that we didn't want to continue with.

As for the swing group, I knew I had fully redeemed myself with Bob and Claire, because Clive kept in touch with me by dropping notes in my mail box. He told me Bob and Claire had decided to go on a holiday to Florida for a couple of weeks, and would be back next Friday. Sinsa and John were available but it was coming to end of term, so they were quite busy. He named Jackie and Mike and a few others, four more people of which I had never met or heard of, but again, they were all busy. So, I was actually quite lucky and happy that I could concentrate on my end of college work.

It was the Thursday after Bob and Claire had returned from their holiday, when I received an envelope in the internal mail. I recognised the writing and eagerly opened it. I was surprised to find that it contained an official invitation for dinner at their house. Wow. This was a card and a little more formal than before and it even had an RSVP at the bottom. I wanted to talk to Ruth straight away to tell her. Unfortunately, she was on the other side of the campus so I had to find Clive to ask him a few questions.

I found him during the afternoon break. He was casually walking from his last class, talking to a couple of other students about course work. He saw me approach him, but as he was busy chatting, he just glanced and ignored me. After which, I nonchalantly followed him. When he was finally alone and about to enter his next classroom, I stepped up to him waving the envelope.

"I got a dinner invite Sir." He looked at me with what looked like an annoyed frown on his face. "Yes, that's just for you and Ruth." He said. "Bob and Claire wanted to make it a formal evening."

"So, see you there?" I added.

"Not invited." He replied as he turned to enter the empty classroom.

I walked off, with so many questions and scenarios buzzing around in my head. So now I knew, the invite was going to be a quiet affair. I wondered if it was something to do with me finishing college. I thought about it, and guessed it was the only logical explanation. At least it gave me the weekend to look for a nice jacket and tie. Not only did I require it for the dinner, but I really needed something as a newly qualified computer analyst. I was feeling quite pleased with myself.

Back in the flat, Ruth was already there, holding up an envelope with a big smile on her face, just as I did to Clive. She said that she had been invited to a dinner night, so I quickly waved my envelope and we both laughed and compared them.

I noticed there was one difference with our invites. Mine stated seven o'clock, while Ruth's said six thirty. So Later that night, Ruth called her Aunt Claire to RSVP, and find out about the timings just in case there was a mistake. After ending the call, Ruth turned to me, smiled and then said the times were correct. She sounded positively bubbly as she explained that she was being invited to arrive earlier so that she could help her Aunt prepare everything.

That weekend we went to London and I must add, I was finished after visiting just two shops. However, we spent the rest of the day walking up and down Oxford Street finding something for Ruth to wear. The day hadn't finished because when we got back to the flat although I was completely drained and tired, that didn't stop Ruth putting on a fashion show for me, showing off a number of different outfits a couple more times at least. Afterwards we went to bed and talked about what the menu might be, what would we do if we were the only ones invited and what shall we take with us. Before we fell asleep, Ruth straddled me and fucked herself on my cock. She wanted me to keep dead still as she slid up and down on me, wanting me to be her fuck toy just so that she could cum at her own pace.

Her slow squeezing movement had me very quickly close to cumming, something she was deliberately doing to me. After telling her just how close I was, she increased her humping, talking dirty and making her sex hungry noises, and then I was past the tipping point. She quickly got off me and took my pulsing cock in her mouth. I spurted once, twice, three times, then my cock head got super sensitive as she licked all over it. But she wouldn't stop. Instead, she swivelled round and we got into a 69 position. She pressed her pussy onto my mouth as she squeezed my cock with her hand, and lapped and swallowed the very last drops of sperm oozing out. I was giving her gorgeous pussy some light and gentle kisses up until she squashed herself onto my face. I then licked the outside of her pussy, up and down her lips, dipping my tongue gently into her wet sex, then back to her lips again. I opened my mouth to cover as much of her as I could then I sucked.

I swallowed and tasted her. With my mouth completely covering her sex, I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside her. I licked the wet folds and hot skin inside and around the rim of her vagina, then wiggled my tongue. After giving my cock one more pulling suck, she sat up and ground her pussy all over my face, paying attention to rubbing her clit on my nose.

I mashed my face into her sex loving the feel of being covered by her sticky wetness. I lapped and sucked, slowly building her orgasm. I teased and tickled her with my mouth, and then sucked and pulled her lips, torturing her unhooded little clit which then gave her a shaking and loud orgasm.

As the wave of pleasure shook her body, she lifted to try to stop me sucking her, pushing on my chest to move, but I held her legs, preventing any movement. She had to endure my sucking and licking.

She screamed again, shook and swore at me. Her orgasm was big.

"Nnnnnnnggggg. No. Stop. Nnnnngggggg. Oh God, ooooOOOOOOO."

Her struggling was getting more aggressive as she squeezed my head between her legs. She released me and I let her drop on to the bed, still jerking and shaking.

I put my hand on her thigh and felt her cold sweaty skin. She reached out and grabbed my hand, stopping me from doing anything else to her, and just shook while her orgasm slowly ebbed away.

I kissed her thigh and laid back on the bed, feeling tired and yet still horny, my face covered in her juice. I pulled up the covers and then we both must have drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

It was the evening of the dinner.

Ruth and I washed head to toe, inside and out till we were sweet smelling and looking presentable. I made particular sure I shaved everything so that I was baby smooth, and I also washed inside my bum. I was worried if I should put my plug in or not. This was a dinner party so..........

It was funny but wearing a plug was something that Bob had me always thinking about. It was and is even today, still is an automatic part of getting ready for any visit or meeting with a dominant.

"Well, it was a gift from them." Ruth commented as she twirled in her dress, and inserted her earrings. "I would wear it if I was you. We are invited to a dinner night, but we really don't know what else to expect."

"Well Clive isn't invited, so I don't know, and it is really uncomfortable." I replied, holding up my hands questioningly.

"Yes but it would be rude if things went the usual way and they wanted to see it. You would feel silly if you had to excuse yourself to go to the loo to insert it after they asked."

She held it in front of my face. "Wear it. Yes, I know it is uncomfortable, but that is the point. They like you to know that as a sub, your place is on your knees, not sat with them."

She tossed it at me and I caught it. Ruth looked at her watch, kissed me and said. "Got to go. See you there hun." Then carrying her coat left to get the taxi. I went to the bathroom to put the plug in.

Throughout the process of getting ready, I was feeling more confident about how to act when in Bob and Claire's company, but I was still completely unsure what to expect this evening.

We had bought fresh flowers and a bottle of wine, and to save some money on taxis, I asked one of my mates to drop me off outside the pub again. I was ready to go, exactly half an hour after Ruth had left.

My first problem that evening started with the drive to the pub. My bum was filled and sitting on the silicone hoop made me feel uncomfortable. I had to make gentle squirming movements, with just a little balancing on each cheek, so that it wasn't noticed, but enough to get a little comfort.

Thankfully the journey was brief. To my relief, we arrived and having given my driver another plausible excuse that I was just very nervous, he drove off.

I waited till the coast was clear, then walked to Bob and Claire's house.

I pressed the doorbell. The door opened and to my surprise, I was presenting the flowers to a barefooted Ruth. We both just looked at each other while I stared at her sexy body. She looked fantastic. Her dress and makeup made her look so sexy. I smiled and nervously swallowed as I could see just enough of her cleavage that got things stirring in my trousers. I said hi and she invited me in. We strangely kissed formally on both cheeks.

"Master and Mistress are in the living room." She said shyly pointed the way. As I walked past her, she held my arm and whispered in my ear. "Be prepared, it's going to be THAT sort of evening." Then she kissed my cheek again and let me enter.

In the hallway I looked at the chairs and bench to see if there were any clothes laying around. Thankfully there were none, so after briefly stopping to remove my shoes, I continued in with flowers and wine.

Something smelt good, and it was coming from the kitchen. I hadn't eaten since lunch and was feeling very hungry.

I walked in carrying my gifts, but suddenly stopped in the doorway. Shocked more than surprised, I saw Bob and Claire sat on the sofa, each with large glasses of wine in their hands looking directly at me. Bob was wearing an open necked ironed white shirt, and Claire, bra less in a low cut see-through white blouse, but both were naked from the waist down. They didn't get up at all, only raising their glasses as I stared.

I noticed the TV was on, the sound was muted, but I was compelled to look at Bob's cock, clearly visible between his shirt tails, soft and heavy laying on his leg. Then there was Claire's gorgeous full breasts pressing against her blouse, the cloth covering her nipples was wet, making them hard. She wore stocking and suspenders, but with her legs crossed I couldn't see her shaved pussy.

Suddenly, Ruth walked past me into the living room, giving my bum a little smack. She headed over to one of the chairs and sat down, her glass of wine was on the small table next to what must be my chair.

"Good evening young man." Bob said smiling sipping his wine.

Claire then spoke. "How very nice of you to bring us something and my, don't you look smart. I am impressed. Come. Sit down, join us."

Without taking her eyes off me, she said. "Ruth, get the boy a drink."

I was about to sit down opposite Bob and Claire, when Ruth got up and asked quietly what I would like to drink. I was still staring at Claire's sexy legs and Bob's flaccid cock when I said. "Thank you, a beer please."

I remained standing as she walked over to the bar, then I looked down at the chair. I was dreading this because they had given me the hard leather seat. They must have known that I would have problems with this chair, but they still wanted me to sit in it. I proceeded to squat and then balance awkwardly on the arm of the chair.

Ruth came back with a tray and a glass of beer on it. I took the beer and smiled at Ruth. She returned the tray and sat back down.

"Not sitting boy?" Bob asked staring at me, smirking.

Their faces didn't change expression at all when I embarrassingly told them why I couldn't sit down properly. I noticed as well, that they hadn't used my name at all this evening. They just called me boy and young man.

Bob continued. "Well we can't have you standing or sitting on the arm of our chairs all night, can we?" He looked at Claire, and said to her. "I think we ought to help him." Claire casually nodded, smiling in agreement not taking her eyes off me.

Bob turned to me. I suddenly felt very nervous again. "Take your clothes off boy," he ordered, "we want you to relax and enjoy the evening. Don't worry about dinner. It will be served at eight. Let's see the source of your discomfort, shall we?"

Well, at least they had seen my new jacket and tie for ten minutes, I thought. I looked at Ruth and nodded to say thank you for the warning.

I was about to go to the hallway to undress as usual, but Bob stopped me saying. "Where are you going. No. Take your clothes off here, in front of us." I turned back to stand in front of them and nervously started to undress. Claire looked at Ruth and smiled.

Ruth just watched as I stripped off. I placed my clothes on the side of the chair, then stopped and waited as I stood there in my underwear and socks. Claire tilted her head. They were both looking at me. They didn't do or say anything, they just sipped their wine as I then nervously pushed my underwear at the waistband, letting them slide off me onto the floor. I stepped out of them and stood with my arms by my side, showing off my shaved, soft small cock and ball. Claire nodded to Ruth to take my clothes to the hallway.

I just stood there, naked, embarrassed. I looked at Bob's soft cock and then down at my shrivelled little acorn. Why did his cock never get as small as mine? His was always looking thick, long and proud even soft. My hands slowly moved in front of me to cover up.

For some reason, I didn't feel as confident as I thought I would, even with the experience of the other parties that came flooding back. This evening was feeling different already. My hosts looked at me with no facial expressions. Ruth returned and stood next to me, waiting for the next order.

Bob stroked his cock, watching and smiling at me. I was drawn to watch his hand, fondle and play with it. His cock looked so powerful and thick in his hand. But what fascinated me, and turned me on, was the contrast of his naked cock against his ironed and buttoned white shirt. Funnily, I it made him look like an important business man, and a man of authority, relaxing and making a point as a Dominant.

He saw my interest, so pulled his shirt out of the way, opened his legs and let go of his cock, letting the weight of it droop heavily towards his thigh, while his big balls bunched loosely in full view. I saw Claire's eyes as she caught me staring. She was obviously amused seeing my cock starting to slowly expand.

It felt like we were back to normal again. I was completely naked while everyone else wore some sort of clothing. They had made the power difference very clear to me

"So, you say your plug is causing you some discomfort. Show us." Claire said.

Glancing over at Claire's long crossed legs up to her now visible shaved pussy crease, I turned around and bent over, my hands holding the cheeks of my bum.

"NOOOOO, STOP." Bob shouted putting his hand up to cover what he was seeing.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

I quickly turned to face him and with head bowed, I nervously replied. "Showing you my plug Sir."

Bob looked annoyed.

"No, no, no, no. You don't just stand there and bend over to show us your arse. That's rude. There are more dignified ways for a sub to present its rear quarters."

Claire looked at Ruth. "Oh dear. Something you forgot to teach him? Fair enough. Now YOU can show him."

Ruth looked at her, then quickly at Bob. It was obviously an unexpected request, because she then worriedly looked at me. I raised my eyebrows. Well, what was she waiting for? I was stood naked in front of our Master and Mistress, why shouldn't she be the same?

"Here, let me help you sweetheart." Claire said sarcastically.

She stood next to Ruth, towering above both of us in her heels. I quickly sneaked a peak between Claire's legs and at her shaved pussy as she got up. My little cock stirred even more. Then she roughly twirled Ruth to get to the back of her dress. Ruth bent her head forward, as Claire lowered the zip. Ruth stepped out of her new dress, then, holding it up to admire it, Claire walked off to the hallway.

Ruth now stood there, in her new sexy black bra and panties, arms by her side. My cock stirred even more as I stared and drank in Ruth's underwear clad body. The bra and panties made my imagination run wild. I didn't know what it was, but just looking at her like this made my cock grow and stick out in front of me.

"And?" Bob said smiling and staring at Ruth. He raised and pointed his glass at her.

She knew what he wanted, so she unhooked her bra letting her stunning breasts fall free. I swallowed as this was so hot. She threw the bra on the chair and then pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, putting them with her bra. OMG this was turning me on so much. As she looked at me, she took a deep breath and swallowed nervously. I frowned but seeing her chest rise and fall with that deep breath, I really wanted to play and suck on those full gorgeous breasts.

I watched as she knelt down beside me then turned around with her back to Bob. She bent forward, putting her forehead on the floor. Then pushing her bum in the air, she reached behind and pulled her ass cheeks apart, giving Bob and Claire a perfect view of her ass and pussy.

"THIS, is how we want to see you show us." He pointed at Ruth's ass. "It is a much better way for us to see your compliance and your adornments, and......." He said leaning forward, "This is the correct position when told to present by your Master and Mistress."

He proceeded to lick his forefinger and place it over Ruth's asshole. He then wiped it down, between and just inside her pussy lips and stopped at her clit, then sat back.

He nodded at me. Claire had walked back in to the room and she re-joined her husband on the sofa. I understood what I had to do, turned around, and got into the same position as Ruth. I was really feeling the humiliation of presenting my ass and little ball to them.

"Closer," Claire ordered, "Get in line with Ruth."

I lifted my head from the floor and shuffled to get closer to Ruth, our shoulders, and arms now touching. I dipped my head down once more putting my forehead on the carpet. I nervously glanced over to Ruth, she was already looking at me and she winked and smiled. I had never felt so self-conscious about my little ball just hanging on its own in front of them. Would they say anything, especially as I could feel it get tight and scrunched up.

I jumped as a hand rested on my bum cheek and then I felt a couple of small tugs on my plug. I squinted as it felt a little painful. My hole had become quite dry and every pull was very uncomfortable. They could see this but it didn't stop their repeated tugging. It was actually hurting me because I could feel the skin around my anus being dragged out with every pull.