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This escalated quickly
The Cork
There once was a clever young lass
Who slept with her thumb up her ass.
When asked why she did it,
She said "To inhibit
Self-suffocation from gas."
Good ol' Southern Exhibitionism
Had my first real taste of exhibitionism earlier this week. A few months back I hooked up with Dom play partner who takes notes about what I like so he can use it on me again but doesn't think twice about forcing my face into his cock while he's driving.
He told me not to wear panties and to bring my furry fox tail plug.
Almost as soon as I got into the car, he pulled my top down to display my tits, while he's driving in my neighborhood (then on to a busy street).
When we got to a crowded thoroughfare, he made me pull my leggings down so he could finger me, all while my tits are on display. I'd broken one of his rules and forgot to bring something he'd asked me to, so my punishment was that I had to buy condoms at the drug store, while wearing my tail plug inside my skin tight leggings. He inserted the plug into my ass in the parking lot.
Afterwards he drove around and forced my face on his cock. Though he didn't really have to force me. Parts of the evening are a blur, but at one point while I was naked in the truck he told me to masturbate while he massaged my tits.
For a moment or two, I felt so completely free. It wasn't even a sexual feeling exactly ~ just freedom.
Anyhow, hopefully my Slutty Era summer will continue into the fall....
I was always a shy boy who was ashamed of my submissive desires. When He messaged me for the first time He had nothing to indicate he was a Dom on His profile. He didn't need to, he exuded a calm, non-arrogant power.
When he started listing what He wanted to do to me, arousal and shame competed fiercely in my head. He was going to make me drink His piss. Get on my knees and look up at Him while choking on His dick. I wanted it, my little dick grew hard even thinking about it but what if my friends, or work colleagues found out I was so submissive, so controlled.
To calm my nerves I asked Him if He was discrete. He assured me He was not going to tell anyone and that He was only interested in using me. He felt safe, He was from out of town and just wanted a fuck toy. I could handle this.
He wanted to go for a drink before we fucked. I was surprised as usually 'Dom' guys had just went for a fuck and leave affair. Why would He want to go for a drink?
I arrived at the bar first, with my cock caged and a hole plugged as instructed. I waited there anxiously for Him. The He came through the door. Tall, relaxed and with a cheeky grin as He saw me there. Then I saw his sweater - "DISCIPLINE IS NOT A DIRTY WORD" my heart pounded as I looked around to see if there was anyone I recognised but as I checked the room I could feel my dick swelling up in its cage and felt like I was going to cum! He sat down and kissed my forehead and smiled at me "you ok there". He knew exactly what was happening to me, and had planned it.
Later he fucked me hard, tied me up, pissed on me. It was incredible - but the greatest act of domination was in the bar, calmly pushing my limits by simply wearing a sweater.
That was the day I learned that domination is about the subtle every day acts as much as it is taking a dick hard.
