Recap.
This is a true-life story. This part was a time in my life when I was being guided and conditioned to discover my true position and purpose in life. It was in our early twenties, so Ruth is editing quite a lot of what I have written because her memory of what happened on what dates is a lot better than mine.
As I was about to leave college to enter the job market, Bob and Claire gave us a farewell dinner party, even though Ruth had another nine months to go.
This dinner party was everything I had expected and what happened didn't really shock me, but it was even more education that got me wondering if I wanted any other Dominants than these two.
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Claire slumped back on the sofa and tapped her pussy with her middle finger while her hand massaged her hood and clit. Ruth immediately looked up and shuffled forward.
I could see from Claire's face as she stared and frowned down at me, that she was not happy. Her pussy looked very red, swollen and wet and ready for sex as she stroked herself, and from that look she gave me, she was really expecting to fuck Bob, but I had really messed that up with my comment.
"It appears we need to teach the little one a bit more respect." Claire said to her husband looking at Ruth as she spread her wet pussy lips. "I just need a little .... help."
Ruth smiled, leaned forward and tenderly kissed Claire's clit hood, but Claire grabbed her head with both hands and roughly pulled her face into her sex.
"Yesssssssss, that feels nice. Mmmmmmm. Get your face in there my little pussy sucker." She commanded, her eyes briefly closed, showing signs that Ruth's mouth on her tortured pussy was a welcomed feeling. She circled her fingers into Ruth's hair as she spoke to her.
"Just keep me ready, while my husband deals with your rude boyfriend. Oooohh, gently little one. Don't get carried away. Just keep me wet for my husband's cock."
Ruth gave a little whimper as Claire squeezed her legs together, trapping her head.
Meanwhile, Bob leaned forward and hooked his finger into one of the eyelets of my collar. He pulled me toward him. We were face to face, Bob frowning, sneering, his top lip was turned up as if he had smelt something really bad. Oh boy he looked very annoyed with me.
"Well, you have upset things haven't you. We WERE going to TELL you about discipline at some point in your future. But you ...." He paused. "You are going to learn what it means to piss off your dominants." He let go of my collar and wagged his finger at me. "You have forced us into this."
I swallowed and I felt like I didn't want to be here anymore, but I still caught a glimpse of his hard cock waving around as he moved.
"HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT US." He shouted at me, before continuing in a slightly quieter voice, still maintaining that commanding and powerful tone. "You really do have a lot more to learn don't you my young suck boy. You had better learn quicker than this."
He paused again. "It is not your place to ask such a thing. If we wanted you to fuck your girlfriend .... we would have told you to do it .... but it would be for our amusement .... not your pleasure. Do you understand?"
I nodded quickly as he stood up in front of me, his still erect cock in his hand, standing out from his body, proud and angry looking. He gave himself a couple of strokes to maintain that impressive hardness, his cock now only a few centimetres from my face. He was making sure I was watching and paying attention as he pushed and slid his foreskin back and forth, finally covering his cock head.
I was now faced with a crown of loose foreskin and inside, I could just see the lips of his pee hole. I couldn't help myself; I was so tempted that I started to lean forward. I couldn't believe that even after feeling like I had ruined the evening, I still wanted to please him by taking him in my mouth.
*****
I have to take a quick break for readers here.
I feel like I must remind you all just why I keep going on, in so much detail, about my thoughts and feelings, especially about my fascination with another man's cock.
Remember, I was in my late teens breaking into my twenties and I was only just a few months into my first real longer than six months relationship with a girl. Sex was like a part of breathing to me. It was so exciting, and I needed as much as I could get, especially with Ruth. It dominated my young mind, and I was so lucky to find a girl who wanted me to try everything with her.
I was brought up by very liberal and uninhibited parents in the sixties and seventies, where sex was not necessarily quiet and behind closed doors. My talks with them about the birds and bees was very frank and extremely detailed. Afterwards, I always knew a lot more than my friends at school, and I often found their understanding comical and amusing at times.
I suppose, attending an all-boys school in my early teens, not only helped but pushed me in the direction of my future lifestyle. My friends and I were always swopping magazines and stories, chatting about the different sorts of sex that we had found out about, and some even boasted about their experiences. This was talked about like winning trophies, but I think we all secretly had our doubts if the bragging was true or just wishful thinking.
But hey, I was a teenager, and I wanted to know more.
Something we never chatted about though as friends, was what our parents got up to or talked to us about. Yes, we laughed and joked about hearing them have sex, but we never went into details, and I never knew if any of them had had the same sort of sex talks as I did with my parents.
I imagined they did, but I wasn't sure, and it was a topic that was never brought up .... ever.
As I said, I was lucky enough to turn to my parents to explain things a bit better to me. It was still hard and embarrassing for me to initially bring up the subject, especially when they would smile at each other when I clumsily tried to describe the details, but, when I did get the courage, to their credit, they always gave me answers that left me with hardly any follow-on questions.
I sort of always suspected that my parents knew that I had a liking for domination, submission, and later cuckold sex, which gave me the feeling that they knew that I was naturally more submissive.
Conversations with my parents often lingered on those subjects, and my mum seemed to test me by taking the role of the submissive to my dad. And when we chatted about submissiveness, they always ended up with describing a male dominated relationship, and how the man's cock was the focus of the sub's world. I can tell you that my dreams and thoughts at night, always had my wank sock full and soaking as I imagined being in such a position.
Even reading my dad's porn magazines, I constantly sought out the stories about bisexual and submissive males serving male and female dominants, and so you can see where it has all gone from there.
It goes without saying that I didn't ever speak of such things with my mates at school because I didn't want to come across as homosexual or weird, something at that time was a real taboo.
Which brings me to this point in my story while in college. I had been introduced, much to my complete sexual delight, to an older hedonistic couple and their friends, and thrust into a very respected Dom/sub world.
To add to my excitement and that need for humiliation, they had accepted me straight away as a male sub, and I ate up everything they did to me with complete abandon of any inhibitions.
