The older I was getting, the more comfortable I was becoming sluttier and more submissive. It started with rougher sex, spanking, and choking, and with each time, I wanted more, I wanted to go deeper. By this time, I was 19. Free with my own space to become who I truly am.
I would automatically take submissive roles even without discussing it. It was like I was on autopilot. The more men I got with, the more first boxes I would check off. I would be disappointed if I didn't get to experience anything new or if my limits were tested. I needed something more.
I googled around, and after researching what was happening to me, I realised what I was, what I needed. I needed a master to take me to the place I wanted to go. It took some time, and dating profiles and websites were still new and strange in late 2009. After a month or two, I got a message from someone. After the first few messages, I told him that I was looking for someone to test my limits. He then laid out what he wanted from me.
He wanted me to be blindfolded and restrained. He wanted to facefuck me and spit and piss in my mouth. Something that a year or so ago would have disgusted me, excited me. The thought of him doing that, I could not get it out of my head; I was craving it. I had been deepthroating a while, so I was used to spit, and I had been pissed on but never in my mouth, but I was in the mode of doing it and wanted to find out.
I went to his house, nervously excited. He opened the door. He was 6'3 and built in his early 50s and stern looking. Then there was me, 6'2 but small compared to him. At 19, I was only a man by age. I went in, and it was just silent. I just remember standing there, not knowing what to do. Not knowing this at the time, I was being the perfect slave, not thinking, just waiting for instruction.
He said the safeword would be apple, and if my mouth was full, to clasp my hands three times or shake my feet. I was to call him Master. He asked if I understood. I said "Yes, Master". That was the first time I had ever said that phrase. It's impossible to describe that feeling of taking that step. He commanded me to strip naked, leave my clothes by the door, and walk into the room. "Bend Over". I bent over this table with padding on it. It was small but tall, so just my body was over it, and my hands could reach the floor on the other side. "Hands". He attached my wrists to cuffs and did the same with my ankles. For the first time, I was helpless.
This giant man gave me the hardest spanking I had ever received. It shook my whole body. The pain mixed with pleasure was mesmerizing. "What do you say?" "Thank you, Master". "Good Boy". "You will thank me always. Are we clear, Boy?" "Yes, Master." With that, multiple slaps of my ass, each becoming more painful but still pleasurable. He spat on my hole, pushed a finger in, and plugged me up. He walked round to my face and slapped me, then stroked my face, then said "Suck".
I was gone. Fully ready to do anything that was commanded. No one had treated me this way. His cock was 7 inches, and thick; it filled up my throat as he pushed it in deep. I was gagging, but that did not stop him. I could deepthroat my dildo well, but this was different. I was not in control of stopping. He held me down on his cock, and I reached that point where my body would normally pull myself away from a cock, but he would not let me. That panic and rush while I was gagging, coughing up spit, and choking, then he pulled out I could breathe. "Thank you, master." A sloppy mess already. Spit drooling onto the floor from my mouth, he inserted his cock again. I did not resist. In fact, I craved it. He repeated, I was back in that place. Not breathing. Gagging. With one hand, he held me down on his cockwith the other, he leaned over and spanked me.
This went on for a while. Lost in all time, just in happiness. Before I walked in that door, it could have been a mistake, but the mistake was that I did not do this earlier. He uncuffed my hands and my ankles and got me to kneel on the floor. "I am going to fuck your throat. You do not resist or pull away." He was testing me, seeing if I would fail now that my hands were free. The mindset and place mentally I was in. I just accepted and loved my role. He placed both hands on the back of my head and fucked my face as hard as he could. I did not know I could produce that much spit.
I was weak and lightheaded. The mixture of not eating and the amount of face fucking I had never done before. He stood me up and placed me over the table again, removed the plug, and replaced it with his dick. Being rammed and spanked. Having my hair pulled. Being degraded. All of this world was where I wanted to be. He pulled out and shoved the dick down my throat again. he went back and forth between my hole and throat. I was so proud of myself that I did not quit, and I did everything he commanded.
"Crawl," He pointed in a direction, so I crawled that way. I made it to the bath. "Open". Without hesitation, I opened, and his hot piss hit my mouth. I gagged and coughed. He slapped me and told me to take his piss. So I did. My face is ruined. I was broken, covered in his piss. On my knees in a bath. He shoved his cock down my throat again.
He came shortly after. "Swallow my seed." I did without question. "Get clean". I showered. While in there after it was all over, I was in a little bit of shock. I was not sure I was fully capable of giving myself over to someone like that, but I did. I knew that I would not be the same. I thought I was whore before, but now I have become one.
I finished drying myself off and walked out naked into the room. Most things had been cleared away. "I would like to use you again." "Yes, Master." I put my clothes on and left. Sore and walking home, I enjoyed that every person I walked past had no idea of what I had just done. The next day, all I could think about was serving masters. It was overwhelming the desires.
Something was awakened in me that night. I have yet to put it to sleep.
