This is the first chapter in an (almost all true) story of submission, cock sucking, and abuse. The sex kicks in in the next chapter, although I do enjoy the mental aspects of submission in this first chapter.
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I've had sex with five different women in my 40 years, and I've been married twice. I've never been to adult video stores, or bath houses, or sex clubs. I don't hang out in bars or wherever it is that people meet. I suppose that I've always felt that I'd have something to lose if someone I knew from "the real world" recognized me. I'm not a regular on Craigslist. Sometimes I'll post, but not answer anyone who responds, out of pickiness and fear.
I've met with men three times before; twice responding to a Craigslist ad, and once from my own posting. I saw that man twice however. I sucked cock like a champ, and he slapped me around and fucked me. It was great.
I enjoy sucking cock and fantasize about it a lot, but I don't think of myself as gay, or even bi-sexual. I don't "lust" for men, but I "lust" for submission. I get a lot out of the encounters I've had with strong and powerful men. I'm made weak and helpless, even just with his words. I can't explain it really... Oh!
Anyway, early last month I posted this ad in the sfbay m4m personals with the title "It's All About You":
"Eager, respectful, submissive white man, 42, 175lbs, 5'11" seeks to fulfill your needs; whatever you want to do, as long as it's safe, legal, and you enjoy it. I'll work hard for you, be obedient and quiet. No reciprocation is ever necessary. Please be masculine and verbal, with no drugs or diseases."
Several robots replied, and perhaps three short emails that seemed real. Cynically, I picked the longest one. He claimed to have a secluded house in Los Altos and he wrote with no spelling mistakes. I replied with my headless photo and he sent back a nearly empty email with only his phone number. Nervously, since I didn't even know his name, I called (with blocking of caller id). The phone rang and then picked up, but all was silent. I timidly said "hello...sir". A deep masculine voice then said, "Right answer. Are you calling about your Craigslist ad?". "yes sir"
He said "You seem to have the attitude I want. We'll find out though. I'm going to make you beg. I'm going to twist you." His voice was so forceful, the way he emphasized "twist you"... He asked me if I "sucked cock", if I "take it in the ass". He asked if I "responded to pain" and if I "had been tied up". His language was crude and direct, but he seemed educated and I felt like he could give me this strange thing I wanted.
It was about a three minute call. It ended after he gave me his address and told me to be there at 3pm the next day. He told me "not to cum before then". I liked that, but it was hard to do since I had a raging erection. I had a tough time sleeping.
His house was in a great neighborhood. I felt out of place just driving there. There was a low hedge along the road, no sidewalk, a two car drive to a detached garage behind the house. The house itself was single level and had a porch that extended along much of the front. The curtains were all closed. I parked a few houses down and walked back, heading up the driveway. I was about ten minutes early, and shaking with excitement and fear.
I stepped on the porch and rang the bell. About 45 seconds later the door opened into a large living room, sparsely and tastefully decorated with hardwood throughou; fresh flowers, bowl of fruit, modern furniture, abstract art. One opening led past a bar, likely to the kitchen. To the other direction was a hallway, darkened.
The man was tall, 6'0", probably about 45, and he looked quite fit. He was barefoot, and wore a tight and fashionable T-shirt and some jeans with elaborate stitching. He was clean shaven, and his blue eyes were like ice that drilled into me. He said "Leave your shoes outside and stand over there." I quickly complied.
He walked over to a the bar and drank from a cocktail glass, just looking at me.
"This is your interview. If I like what I see, then you will return tomorrow afternoon."
