Last night Mistress brought over a "submissive" masochistic bi-sexual male friend. Earlier in the day, he and Mistress had invited me to join them at the home of a different bi-sexual male for BDSM play. I requested that I be allowed to stay at home and work on my chores, and Mistress was fine with that both because she knew I needed to finish the chores and because Mistress's Master would be there -- and she knows her Master and I don't get along.
Mistress is a switch – she enjoys both dominating people and being dominated. That’s the reason I met Mistress – her Master wrote to me and offered to be my Owner, and at our first meeting he introduced his two submissives to me.
FYI, unlike me, Mistress associates submissiveness with BDSM, particularly sadomasochism. And Mistress is, without a doubt, a masochist, and a bit of a sadist. She has no desire to be anybody’s slave, and the idea doesn't turn her on at all. Her submissiveness is largely focused on erotic activity, and she has no problems telling somebody to stop what they're doing if they go beyond what she enjoys. As they say in BDSM circles, it's the submissive who truly controls the situation, and it's definitely that way with her.
I, on the other hand, have a lot of trouble telling people I don't like something if they're dominating me into pleasing them. It's part of why I feel I have a slave nature. Slaves can't say "no". Submissives can. And, yes, that can get me into trouble, and Mistress knows that, which is why she collared me in the first place ... to protect me from my own nature while utilizing it for her own desires.
Her Master is, in my opinion, a jerk who thinks with his dick. Mistress often says all males are like that, and her Master is no different. Whatever the case, her Master is totally clueless regarding the idea of true submissiveness. To him, being a slave is all about sexual kink, and he can’t seem to understand that having a slave heart goes deep into a person’s core and has nothing to do with sex or BDSM. Mistress knows and appreciates that I would be happy being a slave in a very "vanilla" relationship (with no BDSM at all involved), and that's part of why Mistress and I get along so well.
My relationship with her Master started off bad, but I thought it was good. I put a posting on an Internet message board for slaves seeking Masters, and I made it clear I wanted to be a full-time live-in slave. Her Master wrote me and said he would offer me what I needed. Two encounters later, he said I would never live with him and he only wanted to dominate me during visits to my place. It became clear at that moment that either he didn't bother to fully read my posting, or he read it and didn't care, and I think he did the latter. He promised to fill my life with sex and excitement, and he demonstrated his resources by taking me to a porn theater in Denver and allowing the dozen or so men there to use me for more than an hour. He stood guard and made sure they did not insert their cocks into my vagina or anus, but otherwise they could do as they wished to me, and I was sore for a couple of days afterward. That experience was incredible … it became a blur of pleasure and pain, and Master said he counted me having 20 orgasms in a single hour. I was pretty much sold on him after that, despite knowing I wouldn't ever be his full-time slave, but then I started to realize that Master was all take, take, take and never give. Even the trip to the sex club was for his benefit because it gave him erotic pleasure to watch me being used by a roomful of strangers.
A Master/slave relationship is about give and take on both sides, without a doubt. The Master may, for example, give to the slave a home, firm control of her schedule and a steady routine, providing a stable life. In exchange she will serve him in all ways (to the exclusion of agreed upon limits). Mistress’s Master, however, treated me simply as if I was a free prostitute, and he would come over to my house and demand that I suck his cock for very long periods of time, then he would leave after he was satisfied.
When he started to realize I was getting unhappy with our relationship, he thought he could rectify it by treating me more like he thought a slave should be treated. He again showed his complete lack of understanding regarding the concept of "consensual slavery." His solution was to slap a collar on me with no formality and then order me to sign a hastily written sheet of paper in which I would agree to give all of my physical possessions to him. I refused to sign the paper, and afterward I became rather upset at his audacity, selfishness and cluelessness. I got alone with Mistress (who wasn't my Mistress at the time) and told her of my feelings, and she recommended I take off his collar and think about whether I truly wanted to be his slave. That night she told him I had taken off his collar, and he got upset, ordered me to return his collar and pretty much hasn’t spoken to me again since. He doesn't care why I took off his collar or why I was unhappy with the relationship. All he sees in me is somebody who defied his commands, and his fragile little ego can't handle such things. Good riddance, I figure.
So, needless to say, I’m not overly happy when I see Mistress being submissive to such a person, and she knows that, and so it was no problem I didn’t go with her to the play session yesterday.
Anyway, so one of the submissive men came back with her, and he walked in the door while I was naked and typing on the computer. I’ve met him before and he’s always expressed a desire for me, and last night Mistress let him have me. Mistress ordered me to suck his cock, which I did at length (pardon the pun), and afterward he and I spent the night together in Mistress’s bedroom while she very graciously slept on the couch. (She said she didn’t mind because she liked the idea of the male friend and her girl being together).
Sigh. It was okay. The submissive male was pretty much a pretend submissive, in my opinion. He’s one of those submissives who is very forceful and practically demands that he be allowed to serve you in the way that he desires to serve. And once we reached the bedroom, he kept pretending he was doing things for my pleasure, but in fact he was extremely dominant – so much that he triggered my slave nature and I found myself mentally unable to tell him when I didn’t like something. He has erectile dysfunction, so his cock wouldn’t get erect, but he still had a clearly enjoyable time using me in every other way. He told me to do 69 with him, and I started to try and got my mouth around his cock, but then he launched into a marathon intense oral sex session that prevented me from concentrating on anything else. He eventually caused me to orgasm, which was good, then he got me to orgasm again and again, which was still good, but then he kept going to the point where his teeth and mouth and tongue were too much to bear any more. I lost track of how many orgasms I had, or when the orgasms stopped and became pain. (Actually, I have to admit, I've learned that I orgasm even stronger when I'm in pain as well as pleasure, and his session on my vagina brought back distinct memories of my experiences at the sex club.) He was so much into what he was doing that he was ignoring my screams when they changed from happiness to anguish (or else he noticed and didn’t care), nor did he stop when I started pushing against him with my legs and feet, but instead he just latched on tighter to me. He claimed to be a submissive wanting to give pleasure, but I’m pretty sure he was saying that just to cover up the fact he was a dominant sadist at heart. Afterward I was so exhausted I pretty much fell asleep on the spot, feeling rather confused but glad the night was over.
The next morning he was all bright and chipper and brought me coffee in bed ... even though I didn't want coffee in bed ... and after staying around for awhile he left with a smile on his face.
I told Mistress about it today. She agrees with my opinion about him, and she’s going to watch out for him from now on. She said he's been through three marriages, and she can understand why.
Mistress is a good woman, and I’m glad she owns me.
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