Becoming an Obedient Submissive

Characters- All characters are 18 and older and entirely fictional.

• S-23,

• Marcos-24

• (More characters added later)

Chapter 1

My name is S and I am 23 years old. After I graduated from college I moved into an apartment in the Bay Area and began exploring who I was. Whenever I had sex, even if I had a mindblowing time, It felt like something was missing. That's when I began to read stories that got kinkier and kinkier and things started to click.

I loved stories about being told what to do. Being told to call the person I was doing servicing by names like “Sir” (“Daddy” I was still on the fence about.) I am not ashamed to admit that the idea of my hair being pulled or being bent over and spanked got me excited. Every time that happened in one of the stories I read I imagined it was me and felt myself get eager and excited.

I also loved stories where there was a little bit of gender lines being blurred, whether that be by choice or being ordered to wear more feminine clothing. I like being a guy and I have never had any problem with having a dick or being more masc but I always wanted to be a masc person wearing things like skirts, fishnets, and crop tops, while still wearing masc underwear like jockstraps and wearing more masculine attire at the same time. Blurring the lines essentially.

In the end, all of the stories I read helped me settle on one thing: I wanted to be told what to do. I wanted someone to take away the decisions that caused me stress and anxiety and just run the show. I wanted to be ordered to suck someone off for hours and have them cum in or on me. I wanted to be called filthy names and be told to say things. I even didn’t hate the idea of someone's friends joining in the fun or watching me do my job.

I never thought I would ever explore my interests. Anxiety and generally not knowing where to start were the main obstacles. But sometimes the world surprises you and you stumble your way by accident into the world you were trying to find. That happened for me on a day when I decided to go find some more books that would indulge my interests.

That is went I met Marcos. He was tall, and fit, with a darker complexion, darker hair, and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a t-shirt that was tight and rode up a little, I think to show off his midsection and shorts that fit very tightly and only covered barely half of his thighs and hid nothing., I had run into him at a bookstore near where I lived that had an adult section in the back. He saw me beet red looking through some of the books in the corner. I already had a few in my hand and jumped a little when someone else came into the section. I immediately felt self-conscious, not just because I was in a very obvious literary gay porn section, but because he looked way more put together than me. I had had, let’s say, a rough day. My hair was a mess, I had been dealing with some health issues that made me feel like shit, and he was a bit more fit than me. He kinda looked exactly how I wanted to look: confident, not thin but like that kinda fit where the person looks toned and in shape, and not terrified to be there.

I managed to blush even harder and quickly put the book I was looking at back and began to walk away. He smirked a little which made me embarrassed and I quickly checked out and began walking to a bench at the park nearby to breathe and maybe get mad at myself a little. After about five minutes someone tapped me on the shoulder and it was the guy I had just seen in the bookstore. Fuck he was hotter in the sunlight. He smirked again which made me upset at first but then realized he had this little twinkle in his eye that made my reaction soften. I also noticed he was holding out a book that was wrapped but had the corner peeking through. It was the book I had put down. A somewhat mild Dom-sub fiction book that I was excited to read.

“No one should leave before buying this one. Highly recommend it.” He said holding it out closer to me.

I blushed beat red and tried to refuse. Instead of going, he sat down next to me.

“Hey, I just wanted to give you this book. You were going to get it until I entered that area and you quickly left. I get it, but I didn’t want to get in the way of someone enjoying perhaps one of my favorite books. It’s truly a worthwhile read” he grinned and fanned himself with it pretending to be overwhelmed thinking about the book. I saw between his legs though, maybe he wasn’t pretending, they truly hid nothing and I don’t think he was wearing underwear. He saw me looking and I saw the little twinkle again and blushed again. This day was going to kill me. He placed the book in my lap.

“At least… at least let me repay you.”

“Not a chance.”

“Please. I know it’s not a cheap book. I don’t want to take such an expensive gift. I’ll feel even worse about today.” I kicked myself a little inside. I was working on positivity and had done it again.

“Fine, if it’ll make you feel better. How about we go to that coffee shop and share some of the books we got? I got some new ones. I can tell, based on your book choices, that you are generally new to the topics you are exploring. I want to share my knowledge. You pay though, that book was expensive.” God dammit, he knew what topics I was exploring just from one book. Well, he might have seen the others I was holding. This is my nightmare. I should have ordered the books online.

“Let’s start with the coffee, I’ll think about discussing the rest.” He hopped up and we began to walk over to the nearest coffee shop. He went to go find a booth that was secluded and told me his favorite drink while I ordered that and my own. They both came pretty quickly and I looked around and thanked the universe he found a booth away from everyone else.

“Here you go.” I handed him his and slid in the other side. I felt his knees graze against mine and he give me another little smirk and there was that damn eye twinkle again.

“So, have you thought about the rest?” He drank his drink and stared at me waiting for me to respond. Before I really knew what I was saying I answered.

“Fine.” I immediately felt my whole body clench. I wanted to say no, shit, fuck, shit. In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed some of the books out of my bag and was looking through them. He did this little thing where he nodded his head and quietly muttered to himself.

“I see, yep, I thought these would be some of the books you got. Great starter books. Not too hardcore about some stuff. It also tells me a lot about what you like.” I wanted to hide and die immediately.

“What does that mean?” I said a little indignantly.

“We’ll let’s see.” He flipped through some of the books and held one up for each of his answers.

“You are curious about being a sub and you want to be told what to do.” One book went up.

“You are a little feminine in the bedroom or want to be. More Femboy though. Still a guy but wearing some femme clothing.” Another book went up.

“More into blowjobs and cum stuff than you are into anal.” He held up one book that had a somewhat obscene name. I grabbed his arm and harshly whispered, “Can you be any fucking louder.”

“Oh relax, the music is too loud and we’re like one of four people here.” He lifted another. “You like degradation maybe, definitely like calling someone names or titles? Not too hardcore though. Not yet at least.”

I slammed my head on the table as he continued through the remaining five. Some topics repeated but when he got to the last one he grinned before speaking and acted all scandalized.

“Really my dear, group play. How scandalous.”

“Ok you have had your fun” I whispered and put all the books back. He chuckled.

“How close was I.” He took another long sip and waited for an answer.

“Maybe a little.” I tried to look away and sip on my drink.

“I thought so. All of those books are like the gateway drugs to those topics. You get a bit of a taste and you see if you like it before diving deeper. If I had to guess you haven’t done much of it though. You are too anxious about buying the books to have done much more than vanilla stuff.” I felt my soul leave my body. Why does he know so much? Why is he so good at this? He clearly saw my shock and pulled out his own books.

“You can relax now. I know because I have similar interests. But from like the other perspective though.” He handed me some and I flipped through them. “I’m more interested in the other side of the equation. So I’ve read all the same books but was paying attention to, you know, the other side of the dynamics in them. That might not make sense, I’m a Dom. I read them because I like being a Dom and several of those were my own gateway drugs to the world, so to speak.”

I had to hide a grin. Now he was babbling and nervous a little. Like he was trying to be subtle but kept failing. He saw my grin and spoke up again.

“What are you smiling about, liking these books?”

“No just enjoying your fumble for once”

“Hey, I’m not fumbling. I’m just trying to be courteous to you and not say I like to be the one telling people what to do in the bedroom in a coffee shop.” I felt my entire body tense up, Jesus he is so confident about saying that stuff out loud and proud, while literally looking someone dead in the eye.

I handed him back his books.

“Thank you for sharing your books and getting me that book. I did want to get it but got scared. I’m nervous about all of this and I think I’m at my maximum for the day.” I finished my drink and started to pack up my stuff.

“Wait hold on. At least let me exchange numbers with you. I have knowledge to share and I want to make sure you get to enjoy the world you are stepping into.” I mulled it over for a second and wrote my phone number down with my name, I realized we had never shared names. Very gay thing to do. Done that before.

“Just S.” I nodded. He tore the napkin in half and wrote on the other half his number and his name- Marcos.

“It was nice to meet you Marcos but I have to get home.” I nodded in his direction and started to walk away. I felt his eyes on me the whole time, somehow I felt his little grin and the twinkle as I walked.

Within twenty minutes I got a text from him.

“Hey S, Marcos. Wanted to make sure you didn’t give me a fake to steer me away.” I rolled my eyes and responded.

“I’m too nervous to ever be that direct. I just would never respond to your texts if that was my goal.”

“Good to know.” He replied before sending another. “I am sorry if I overwhelmed you at all. I forgot how comfortable I have grown with this stuff and I remember being scared like you were when I first started exploring. I thought I could help and I hope I did.”

that is kind of him. I thought.

“I appreciate your intentions. I got a little overwhelmed but I don’t think I can avoid that cliff if I want to explore this stuff.”

“Very true. I normally hate the mantra of being thrown in and learning how to swim. But at the very least you have to make the jump and make a move to get started. Or else you’ll just be stuck with all these things you want to do but never doing them.” I felt my heart sink a little. That had been me for the last year, just reading and watching stuff. Fantasizing and imagining but never doing. I didn’t want to do that forever.

“How did you make your jump?” I typed, somewhat shaking in my seat on the bus as I clicked send. I waited a long time for a response until one finally came.

“Oh, that was a fun time. You sure you want me to share?”

“Yes.”

“Well ok, I’m gonna do it.” The little typing bubbles went on for what felt like forever until finally, one really long message came through.

“It started I think three years ago. I hooked up with this guy around my age (I think we were both 21) at college and we went into the back room of one of the art buildings. He climbed on my lap on a table in an old art room and whispered in my ear tell me what you want me to do Daddy. I was terrified but so turned on at the same time. I told him to strip naked and let me see his whole body. I had never been this bold before. In fact, for a while, I was a switch. (Still can be on some days but this experience made me realize, I like being in charge.) he did that and I told him to get on his knees and get to work. He opened the zipper with his mouth and I grabbed some ribbon from the nearby shelf and tore it off with my teeth. I tied his hair up out of his face and tied his wrists together. He moaned when I did both. He was so good with his mouth. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my underwear down when I stood up. He was also good in other ways too. He begged me to grab his hair and use his mouth so I did. For a glorious hour, we did obscene things in that room. By the end he had cum all over the floor and I had cum all over his face and chest. He had tears of pleasure running down his face and he looked just wrecked. It took a little bit to clean up and I found some glasses to help him look more hungover than thoroughly wrecked from my dick. After that, we started a physical relationship and I learned a lot from him. We fucked all over campus, including the football field bleachers around midnight one time. We never did anything more than physical stuff, that’s the only real chemistry we had but god was it a great intro into the world. When we graduated and had one final fuck before going our separate ways we both tried a bunch of stuff we wanted to try. He wore a skirt out and about with a toy in him. I got to blindfold him and tease him for hours. It was a great time. He actually moved back to the area recently and we hang out and have fun sometimes still. Sometimes we go to sex parties and we have a whole clique of friends in the world.”

I almost dropped my phone reading through that. I felt my dick stiffen up. I cursed a little. I might have wanted to be a sub bottom but I had been gifted (or cursed) a huge dick that was impossible to hide when hard. I checked how many stops and realized I only had a couple to cool off. I stopped looking at my phone and tried to think about what groceries I needed. It worked and when I got back to my apartment there were a few texts. Marcos was profusely apologizing for overwhelming me. I blushed and decided to be a little bold. I unbuttoned and pulled down my pants which revealed the jockstrap I was wearing underneath that was barely hiding my cock. I took a picture of it straining against the fabric and sent it to him.

“You didn’t scare me away. I just had to focus and make it home.” I covered my face and quickly clicked send. A few minutes later my phone dinged with a response.

“Holy shit. You’re a bottom with that monster? Damn.” I grinned a little in satisfaction. That felt confident boosting. I laid on my bed. I quickly kicked off my pants and underwear and replaced them with a skirt I flipped up so I could grab my dick. I pulled out some lube and a Fleshlight I owned. I poured lube all over my dick and set to work with my jock strap pulled to the side and my dick leaking everywhere. One hand worked the toy while the other held my phone and waited for a response.

One finally came. “You are masturbating aren’t you.” I blushed so hard and moaned. I could hear the tone of the text. Another text came in.

“That’s probably why you can’t respond. You are too busy touching yourself to my story.” I bit my lip and tried to slow down my pace.

“Whatre yo talkiing aboutt.” I typed messily with my left hand.

“Oh look at you, responding to me while touching yourself. You are so dirty aren’t you.” I moaned a little at those words. I expected another text but instead got a FaceTime call. My heart jumped and I stopped moving the toy around my dick. I let it ring and then stop. A text immediately followed.

“Answer and I’ll give you a treat baby.” I moaned a little. I liked being called that. It clicked so well in my head and gut and it made my dick twitch.

A second call came and I immediately answered. The camera was pointed right at my red, blushing face with my mouth slightly open and breathing hard. His opened to darkness but I could hear a slightly squelching sound.

“Just look at you. Just desperate for release. God, I wanted to say the most obscene things to you at that coffee shop. Tell you to do exactly what you wanted and blow me under that table.” I bit my lip to suppress a moan and moved the fleshlight again.

“Oh, I know that sound. Turn your camera around.” I did as I was ordered. “Yes good boy, keep moving that toy. God I love a big dicked sub. I love when a sub is so hungry for cock that they have a cock that subs would drool over but it goes unused because they only want to be filled and used.” I quickened up the pace.

“Baby, I want you to say something for me.”

“What is it?”

“Oh, now that won’t do. Try again.”

“What do you mean?”

“Address me properly baby.” I blushed, realizing what he meant.

“What is it… sir.” I stopped my movements because the twinge I felt through my body at that word almost made me cum. He chuckled through the phone.

“Oh, so wonderful baby. I want you to get on your knees on the floor and set your phone up so it’s looking at you on the floor. I moved and set up the phone. I realized that as I got down on my knees he could see me in a black sweatshirt and a black skirt. My dick poked up in the front and created an impressive tent in the short skirt. I heard him moan and the squelching got louder.

“Oh baby you look so hot in that skirt. I want you to wear that under your clothes every day.” I realized what was starting. In a matter of a few hours, I could tell, he was becoming my Dom and I was going to be his faithful and obedient sub.

“Now grab your Fleshlight and pull that skirt up a little so I can see you use it.” I had to lean back a little and flipped the skirt up as I began jerking off at lightning speed with it. I could hear him pick up the speed too. I began moaning louder and louder as I got closer. I also got more and more excited with every filthy word he muttered into the phone.

“I’m gonna make you mine. I’m gonna make sure every person who ever sees your ass knows it’s mine. I want to have you on your knees sucking my cock with my friends and they all just know that you are mine to command. I want you to be a good boy and go suck their cocks if I tell you to. I want to see you drenched in my cum and smiling at the attention and pleasure you have provided and gotten. You will be my little slut.”

With that last word, I came, filling the fleshlight. I collapsed backward on the wall, still on my knees. The fleshlight flush against my body as I finished cumming. I heard moans through the camera as he too came to completion. Finally, he flicked on a light and I could his entire chest and stomach splattered with cum.

“Look at all this cum that’s getting wasted, baby. I hate to see it not in your mouth. Such a shame.” I moaned a little as he ran his fingers through it and put some in his mouth. I wanted to taste it so bad. He grinned as I moaned a little and flinched as I pulled the fleshlight off me. Then I saw the twinkle in his eye.

“Since you’ve been a bad boy and touched yourself without asking I want you to pour all the cum in your filthy little toy into your mouth. No cum goes wasted.” I blushed beat red and hesitated.

“Oh, are you going to disobey me?” I shook my head quietly and moved the fleshlight up and letting it pour its salty contents into my mouth. Some missed and dribbled on my cheek and chin. When there was no more left he ordered me to look into the camera, I hadn’t swallowed yet and my face was covered in sweat and some of the missed cum. I heard a click of the phone screenshotting me.

“Oh, how beautiful you look baby. Cum all over and filling your mouth. That will be mine soon. I’m keeping this photo for myself and for my friends. I want them to see the good obedient sub that is servicing me and being a good boy. Do you want me to show you off?” I blushed red as I nodded while I swallowed and licked the cum off my face. I heard another screenshot and expected more praise but he sounded stern.

“Hey did I say you could swallow?”

“No… no sir.”

“Tsk tsk, you are gonna learn some lessons soon. Tomorrow, noon. I want you to dress like a slut under your clothes. That filthy skirt, your favorite underwear, long socks, I know you have those. And come to my home, I’ll text it to you. When you get to my door I want you to remove your outer layers and be on your knees in that slutty little skirt ready to serve me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, da… sir.”

“Cheeky, cheeky. I heard you. I’m gonna have you calling me that name too.” I blushed and tried to hide my face.

“Be a good boy and go clean up. Don’t wash that skirt though. A cum soaked skirt for someone who is going to be soaked in even more soon.” He gave me a wink and sucked more of his cum off his finger before disconnecting. I fell fully on the floor, in disbelief at what just happened. I had done it. I had jumped. And now I wanted more.