The submissive married man

In a very short time, a transformation had occurred in me. I had broken up with my boyfriend, with whom I had a functioning relationship, to bet on myself. For the first time in a long time, I was free and had the determination to explore my dominant side, but not at any price.

Life writes itself, and I am a merely a narrator. I would like to say that I succeeded right away, but that would be a lie. In my first months of freedom, I had only two encounters, so unsatisfactory that they are hardly worth mentioning. I came face-to-face with the harsh reality that most of those who call themselves submissive are nothing more than passives who enjoy sex with a twist. I was sure of what I wanted, but it was complicated to deal with the frustration of wanting to do so many things and having no one to practice them with.

It’s not that I was especially demanding. I knew very well what I wanted and wasn't willing to settle for less. The submissive who wanted to be at my feet had to be a normal person, someone with whom I could talk a bit about everything, with the same kinks that I had, and of the physique that I liked most. Out there, there had to be some bear with fetishes like mine, and I was ready to hunt him down.

After months of searching, I found him. I'll give a description: married, around forty, bisexual, and looking to connect with someone serious for casual encounters. Physically, he was fat, not in a flabby way, but rather strong. He had a friendly face and was completely hairless. His kinks were sweat, feet, golden showers, facial cum shots, and not-too-strong spankings. Aside from connecting with me in terms of physique and kinks, what attracted me most about him was that he was not promiscuous. I didn't want to risk it with some guy who didn't know how to keep his dick still. Despite having that double life as a submissive, he loved his wife and had sex with her.

The encounters with this submissive continued for about a year, meeting more or less once or twice a month. It wasn't much, but it was enough for both of us to quench our thirst. Thanks to him, I ventured into various practices, and to this day, although I have been lucky enough to experience much more intense things, I still remember him.

The first time we met, he was waiting for me naked behind the door. To appear confident, I walked in like I owned the place until I found the sofa and sat down. If you remember my previous account, I had very little experience with this, but I had overcome the nerves of the first time. He came to me, knelt at my feet, and asked permission to take off my shoes. He was a true pig, as there’s no other way to call him, and what he enjoyed most was the smell of sweat. He spent a good while smelling my socks, and when he removed them, he bunched them up and kept smelling them. I was in heaven: I’m very fetishistic, and I had never had a guy who enjoyed this so much. I had found the perfect match.

He lavished even more attention on my feet. He licked them all over, not missing a single patch of skin to savor its scent, texture, and taste. It’s amazing how a small part of anatomy that has nothing to do with our sexuality can provoke so many sensations. Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled down my pants and started to jerk off. He continued to eat my feet while we looked at each other, both aware that we both got off on being seen doing what we were doing. I placed my feet on his face and nearly covered it completely, feeling how my soles pressed down on his eyelids.

I was so aroused that I let him eat my dick. First, I made him uncover it and smell it. Then I pushed it all the way in, pressing on his head until he gagged. I then let him give me a blowjob. It was pretty mediocre, like all the ones he gave me, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. For how big he was, he had a very small mouth and no idea how to use it. I, used to my ex's mouth, which fit my dick like a glove, found it disappointing.

Since that blowjob wasn’t going anywhere, I stood up and fucked his mouth. It was still too small, and I told him so. I think I used the word "useless," which made him moan. I fucked his mouth until I couldn’t anymore and jerked off on top of him. He protested because he wanted to receive it on his face, but not doing it the way he wanted turned me on even more. I came on the floor of his living room and then made him lick it up.

We didn’t stay much longer; the whole encounter lasted a little over 15 minutes. I ordered him to put my socks back on and then I left.

From that moment on, that became our routine. I would go to his house once or twice a month, always in the mornings, when his wife was at work. He would prepare me a coffee, and I would drink it while he adored my feet. After that, he would jerk me off, suck me, or let me fuck his mouth until I came. Sometimes we would talk for a while after finishing, and other times I would just leave.

We both had kinks to explore, so little by little we began to introduce them. He loved the smell of dirty socks, so on several occasions, I went to his house after going for a run. I even gave him a used pair once. I wanted to feel a tongue in my ass, and I made him give me my first rim job, which I must say was much better than blowjobs. Every relationship, regardless of whether you are dominant or submissive, is based on give and take. I gave him something, and he gave me something in return, that simple.

There were several kinks we couldn’t be compatible with. I liked bringing up the topic of his wife and humiliating him for it, saying things like how it didn’t embarrass him to cuckold her. He always dodged the topic. Curiously, he considered himself submissive with me but masculine with her. He said that he only allowed himself to be dominated by men.

He was very insistent about me giving him golden showers. His biggest fantasy was to meet a Master in a bar and drink a beer full of piss in front of everyone. It took me a long time to grant him this because I have always found it difficult to pee in front of other people. The only time we tried, I could only manage four timid streams, although to be honest, the cramped position we were in a small shower didn’t help.

Despite that blemish, I was very happy. I had made it rain (poorly, yes, but it's all about starting) and had my dick cleaned after peeing. I had a slave who pleased me with my feet and whom I could hit and humiliate. We had also fucked, although compared to what I've described, that is nothing.

To finish the account, I will tell the most intense experience we had. It was summer, and he was home alone. He mentioned that his parents' house was free, and since it had a pool, we could take advantage of it for a swim. It was the only time we altered the routine of meeting in the mornings, the here-I-catch-you, here-I-kill-you, and if I’ve seen you, I don't remember.

He picked me up, and we drove there. The house was one of those terraced houses on the outskirts, and the pool was shared with the neighbors. It was August, the sun was hot, and there was no one in sight. Once at his house, I showed him why summer is the best time for a fetishist: I had been sweating all day. To keep you from getting bored, yes, we did the same old thing. He undressed me and licked all the sweat off my body. Yes, I love routines; if something works, I repeat it.

That day, I wanted to fuck, and he had cleaned his ass for me. Since I wasn’t having sexual encounters, and he only did with his wife, we fucked bareback. I love eating ass to prepare it well, and his was the only one that was hairless that I had eaten. It didn’t take much to dilate; although it was clear he wasn’t very used to it. Since I have a normal, proportionate dick, neither big nor thick, I simply slid it in without any lubrication but my saliva.

When fucking, my animal instincts awaken. In other areas, I can be a jerk or tough, but only when I feel like it. While fucking, I have never been able to control myself, not even with vanilla partners. I fuck mercilessly, slapping, biting, never stopping even if they plead. It turns me on so much when they plead, and I ignore them. I also have a habit of thrusting in hard at the beginning, even if it hurts... because it does hurt.

We fucked until I came deep inside him. I don’t think I’ve ever sweated as much as that day. Moreover, the sofa was leather, and everything was slippery on it. After a bit of rest and him cleaning my dick, we went for a swim.

In the pool, he told me his plan. He wanted to go to the movies and try something kinky. I had nothing to do that day and was feeling good. We spent a good while in the water, enjoying it and talking about life. A submissive can just be a pair of holes, but if he has something to fill his head with, it becomes even more interesting. We changed, left our stuff at the house, and went to the movies.

We watched an awful movie, but that was the least of it. Before entering, we bought popcorn and drinks. He ordered an extra cup, and they didn’t mind, although they looked at us strangely. Just before entering the theater, I went to the bathroom with the empty cup, went into a stall, and filled it to the brim. Since I was alone, there was no problem. I left the bathroom, walked past people with my overflowing, warm cup, and searched for my seat. I sat next to him and handed him the cup. He spent the entire beginning of the movie drinking my piss. The fact that there were so many people that day in the session added extra excitement. Unfortunately, we were in a very visible spot (two-seat rows on the side) and couldn’t do much else. At one point, he took my hand and put it on his package, which was rock hard. Halfway through the movie, I went to the bathroom again and filled it for him. That day he swallowed over a liter of my urine.

After the movies, we returned to his parents' house with the thrill of recalling what we had done. We only needed to pick up our things, the swimsuits and towel drying, and return to our respective homes. Before doing that, I put him on all fours, and without taking off my clothes, barely lowering my pants, I fucked his mouth until I came on his face. I drove for a bit with my cum on his face while he slowly licked it off.

That was the penultimate time I met him. Since then, we’ve talked a few times, but not much. I was starting a relationship with a submissive, and I was becoming less interested in seeing him. He was a good submissive, but he insisted too much on the golden shower thing. After all, he was there to satisfy his kinks, and I was looking for something closer to what I had with my ex-boyfriend, but with a true, devoted submissive.