My Steps into Submissive Love

My Real Slave Life: The First Time I was a Sex Slave

I’ve always been drawn to older men, and I think it’s because they possess a certain level of maturity, calmness, and patience that’s often lacking in younger guys. My first serious boyfriend was a musician, and he had a quiet confidence that drew me in. We dated for a while, and I was happy to be his girlfriend, but he started to take charge and make all the decisions. At first, it was a huge turn-on, but I didn’t realize what I was getting into.

When I was eighteen, I had my first truly submissive experience with a man named Tom. He was forty-one, and he was definitely a take-charge kind of guy. We had been on a few dates, and although we had made out, nothing had happened in the sex department yet. One night, he texted me and said he wanted to come over, and I assumed it was a booty call. I got ready, put on some lingerie, and waited for him to arrive.

When he came in, he asked if he could take a shower, and I sat on the sofa, waiting for him to finish. When he emerged, I dropped my bathrobe, revealing my black lace bra and panties, but he didn’t jump me like I expected. Instead, he told me to take off my lingerie, and I felt a little embarrassed but also excited. He sat down on the sofa, and I knelt in front of him, feeling a little nervous but also turned on.

“What do you think you might like about being a submissive?” he asked, and I thought for a moment before answering. I told him that I liked the idea of focusing on obedience and pleasing my dominant, and he seemed interested. He asked me to squeeze my breasts, play with them, and then to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He took control of my tongue, moving it from side to side, and then licked and kissed it.

“Do you like to play with yourself?” he asked, and I answered honestly. He asked me to show him how I masturbate, and I rubbed my clit, gathering my saliva and bringing it to my little bundle of nerves. He continued to lick my tongue as I moved my hand.

“Are you a good little pet?” he asked, and I moaned in response. He told me that pets usually wear collars, and I remembered that I had a couple of collars at home. He asked if I had one that might be appropriate, and I quickly ran to get them. I held out the two collars, and he chose the pink one with little paws on it.

He wrapped the collar around my neck, securing it with the small lock, and I knelt up, releasing my hair as he took in the sight of my naked body with the cute pink pet collar. He kissed my lips, rubbing them gently with his own, and then moved his mouth to my ears, tracing the ridges with his tongue.

I tried to look under the towel, and he asked if I was trying to look at his cock. I nodded enthusiastically, and he raised his finger, pressing it to my lips. I parted my lips, and he observed that someone looked eager. I wrapped my tongue around his finger, coating it in my saliva, and he told me that I did that very well, pet.

“You do that very well pet. Are you trying to show me what you might do to my cock?” he asked, and I responded with a moan. I wrapped my lips around his finger and began to suck in earnest, and he told me that I was a good little cock sucking pet.

“Thank you, Sir,” I moaned, sliding my mouth off his finger just long enough to speak. “I’m a little cock sucking pet for you, Sir.” A smile formed on his lips as I continued to lick and suck his finger, all the while keeping my eyes on the space between his legs.

“Does my little pet want the real thing?” he asked, and I responded with a moan. “Oh yes, Sir, please, Sir, may I please have permission to suck your cock, Sir?”

Tom’s eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense the anticipation building between us. He nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face, and raised the white towel that wrapped around his hips, teasingly revealing his fully erect member.

I licked my lips, my heart racing with excitement, as I waited for the moment to pounce. This was what separated Tom from the other boys my age – his patience, his control, and his willingness to draw out the experience.

“You want to beg for it?” he asked, his voice low and husky, as he continued to tease me with his hard cock.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, as I leaned forward, my lips inches from his member.

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine, and leaned back, giving me permission to touch him. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, and began to stroke him, feeling the hardness beneath my touch.

Tom’s eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with desire, as I continued to tease him, my fingers dancing across his skin. Finally, he nodded, and I leaned forward, my mouth wrapping around his cock, my tongue fluttering against the head.

The taste of him exploded on my tongue, and I felt my body come alive, my senses heightened, as I continued to suck him, my fingers finding their way between my legs, dancing across my engorged clit.

My breathing grew heavy, my body trembling with anticipation, as Tom finally reached his limit, and pulled me off his cock, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

“Enough,” he growled, his eyes blazing with desire, as he stood up, and pulled me to my bed, his hands guiding me onto my back.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against my clit, sending shivers down my spine, as I felt my body come alive, my senses heightened, as he began to lick me, his tongue dancing across my skin.

“You’re my dripping little slave whore, aren’t you?” he growled, his voice low and husky, as he continued to lick me, his tongue driving me crazy.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, as I felt my body respond to his touch, my muscles tensing, my legs quivering.

He continued to lick me, his tongue driving me wild, as I felt my body come alive, my senses heightened, as he finally reached my climax, and I felt my body shudder, my muscles convulsing, as I came undone.

Tom climbed on top of me, his body pressing against mine, as he began to thrust into me, his cock driving deep inside my body, as I felt my body come alive, my senses heightened, as he continued to fuck me, his body moving in perfect rhythm with mine.

“You’re a wet little bitch in heat, aren’t you?” he growled, his voice low and husky, as he continued to fuck me, his body driving me crazy.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, as I felt my body respond to his touch, my muscles tensing, my legs quivering.

He continued to fuck me, his body moving in perfect rhythm with mine, as I felt my body come alive, my senses heightened, as we continued to make love, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, our hearts beating as one.

Eventually, Tom reached his limit, and pulled out of me, a triumphant smile spreading across his face, as he climbed off me, and stood up, his body still trembling with desire.

“I’m going to make you beg for it,” he growled, his voice low and husky, as he began to tease me, his fingers dancing across my skin, as I felt my body come alive, my senses heightened, as I waited for him to make me cum again.

And so it continued, Tom and I making love, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, our hearts beating as one, as we explored the depths of our desire, and let our passion consume us.

As the night wore on, I lost count of the number of times I came, but I knew it was a lot, as Tom continued to make me beg for it, his body driving me crazy, as I felt my body come alive, my senses heightened, as we continued to make love.

Eventually, Tom came to his limit, and pulled out of me, a triumphant smile spreading across his face, as he climbed off me, and stood up, his body still trembling with desire.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, his voice low and husky, as he looked at me, his eyes burning with desire, as I felt my body respond to his touch, my muscles tensing, my legs quivering.

“You’re a true submissive,” he continued, his voice dripping with admiration, as he pulled me to my feet, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, as I felt my body come alive, my senses heightened, as I basked in his praise.

And so it ended, Tom and I making love, our bodies still trembling with desire, as we hugged each other, our hearts still beating as one, as we knew that we had found something special, something that would last a lifetime.

And as I looked into Tom’s eyes, I knew that I had found my true calling, my true passion, as a submissive, and I knew that I would never be the same again.

The experience had changed me, had awakened something deep inside me, and I knew that I would never be able to go back to the way things were before.

Tom had unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed, and I knew that I would never be able to thank him enough for showing me the true meaning of submission.

And so I left Tom’s bed, feeling changed, feeling awakened, as I knew that I had found my true calling, my true passion, as a submissive, and I knew that I would never be the same again.