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3/28/2024 10:06 am

Need to Start somewhere

Hello all:

First as you might of guessed, I am a proud Submissive male who yearns to be possessed and trained by a dom/domme or couple with wild ideas of how i can be used.

My dream: To be stripped naked blindfolded and hogtied taken without any clothing somewhere unknown to me where i would be baby oiled made to serve examined milked and enjoyed completely by a group of appreciative female and male guests. So I intend to write a fantasy about my becoming slave to a couple who owns a business auctioning trained slaves to the BDSM and other communities.

A Little help from my readers. Where should I begin?

Where I want to end up.

I am a little nervous about writing this but at the same time very excited. I want my future owners to really know what they have to work with and what i would love to be my fate.

I have been a submissive for a long time and still can remember sneaking out of the house when I was young with only my shoes, pants and shirt on. I would walk to a place in the woods with a deserted unpaved road going though it called the Jungle Trail and there I would strip naked hide my clothing a proceed naked walking along the road leaving them behind. I loved the way my cock waved back and forth as I walked and the sense of total freedom I felt totally naked. I would walk about half mile in the woods this way down paths heavily used during the day but abandoned in the evening or so I thought.

One evening i was walking down the road naked when i saw headlights coming the other way. Didn't know what to do... So jumped into the woods just in time. At first I thought i did the right thing but later i wondered what would happen if i were caught? Would the driver make me his/her slave? The though excited me so much that i repeated the stroll several times but no luck. However, since then the thought of being owned by a dom/domme or even a couple has excited me.

As the years went by i settled into a more vanilla lifestyle doing things as a normal person would do them but always in my mind wondering if i would have been a good slave to my owners? Thinking of serving them/him/her dinner naked and doing housework excited me to the bone but i could not tell anyone. I became so frustrated, so in need. But i kept my desires secret until one day while sitting alone in a local pub having a few beers I experienced a vision that changed my life when a tall black woman walked into my life.

I was sitting there just wondering if i would ever be able to come out of the closet and let my submissive nature fly like the wind. Wanted to shout "I AM A SUBMISSIVE BOI. FIND ME PLEASE" but who could i tell? I just took a second draft of my beer when I could n't believe my eyes. Standing in the doorway was a talk black woman. She seemed to be just looking around for something but what a view. I did n't realize i was staring and fantasizing she was my mistress. All of a sudden, our eyes met.

I felt i was spinning. Being consumed being examined completely and none of this was under my control. It was almost magical. My head was spinning but i could n't take my eyes off of her. I was really hypnotized almost to the point of completely losing myself within her gaze. Suddenly, i was awakened from my slumber by the sound of a female voice. Hello slave is this seat taken?. I opened my eyes to see this beautiful black woman standing next to me pointing to the chair to my left. Well hello slave may i have this chair? I was in shock but invited her to join me. Well aren't you going to order me a beer she said in a commanding voice.

Yes, I called to the waitress to bring two beers to our table and helped mistress to be seated. My name is Mistress Emma she said what is yours? Phillip I said meekly in response. What was that she said Philip? Yes Mistress Emma. Well Phillip i saw you sitting here all alone and said to myself. "That one looks like a true submissive." Well are you a submissive? For a moment I just sat there my cock twitching under the table covered by a checkered tablecloth. again a meekly responded "Yes mistress. I think so mistress." What do you mean "You think so?" You are or you are not a submissive." Reflecting on my background i realized i was and for once i was being given a chance to reveal myself. YES Mistress Emma I am a submissive male," That's better. I could tell you were when i first saw you. Now are you owned? No mistress i am in need of a<b> owner. </font></b>You mean to tell me no one has collared you yet? No Mistress I said meekly. At this point the waitress came with our beers and we sat there together doing small talk until i felt a hand on my thigh. I let out a soft moan but chose to ignore it.

Well, I have every intention of owning you Phillip. But I think I'll call you Phyllis from now on. Well Phyllis I am looking for a few submissive males to round out my stable and I have chosen you as a candidate. My intention is to strip you of your clothing and your identity and mold you into the true bitch that you are. By the time I am through with you you will be ready to be sold on the open market at our slave auction. Are you interested? I sat there in shock but at the same time i was VERY excited. If I said no i'd be loosing the opportunity of a lifetime but YES would mean my submissive dreams would come true and i'd be experiencing things i couldn't even dream about. YES YES YES Mistress Emma I am interested in serving you.


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