It takes a special kind of man to make me a sub. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of it but so many guys are just bad or timid or focus on the wrong things or can’t stay in the fantasy, and so then I have to puppetmaster them into punishing me properly, which is exhausting because I feel like half my life is already inception-ing solutions into men’s brains as to make them think they came up with it themselves. And then they pat themselves on the back thinking they’re such geniuses, and they throw themselves little parties in the parking lot without inviting me, and then sometimes they even have Steve break down the idea for me that I CAME UP WITH into simpler terms so my dumb girl brain can understand it— UGH….. Anyway, I digress. The point is not a lot of guys can sub me.

But Mark did. There was no big discussion. We were making out, clothes were coming off. Out of the blue he asked if I was into BDSM. I said sure. He asked if I subbed. I said sure. He informed me the safeword was Ontario. And then he grabbed my throat. He ripped the rest of my clothes off and flipped me over and spanked me. Hard enough that I yelped like a little puppy. I was in shock tbh, I had barely processed what was happening before he dragged me over to his closet and dug out the leash and collar which he had on me in a matter of seconds. I was so flustered and overwhelmed I swear to god it flushed all the thoughts out of my brain.

And then he had his way with me. First he hooked me to the bed and fucked my throat. When he was bored of using my mouth he got out the doggie bowl, filled it with some brown puddingy shit-looking stuff, and shoved my spit-covered face into it while he fucked my pussy from behind and I lapped up my dinner. But I was a dumb slut and accidentally got some on his nice clean floor so he switched to my ass because that’s how dumb sluts take it.

I finished my whole dinner to make it up to him, every drop, even the mess I got on the floor, but I guess it was too little too late because he just held my face down in the bowl and kept fucking my ass until I felt the wetness of his cum inside me. Silly me thought that meant we were done, but he hooked my leash back on the bed and pulled a collapsible dog cage from his closet to which I was promptly sentenced and covered with a blanket.

My cage was very tiny, arguably too small, because I was stuck scrunched up in a crawling position. PETA would not have approved. I had nothing to do but sit mashed up in the darkness and feel the little stream of cum leaking out of my ass, tickling me as it dripped across my pussy and down my tummy until it diverted down my thigh and formed a little cum pool on the ground around my knee. It was like creampie meditation, I can still remember the feeling exactly.

I really truly had no thoughts. I was patiently waiting in my cage until my master wanted me again. I had no sense of time. I had plans the next day, but they didn’t seem important anymore. Honestly if those people needed me there so bad then they should have fucked my ass and put me in a cage themselves.

I had no idea how much time had passed but finally the blanket was pulled off my cage and I was lead into the middle of the room still on all fours where he ordered me to sit, which I instinctively understood meant kneel. He plopped his semi-hard cock onto my face and dragged it over my eyes and nose and batted me a little bit with it, but when I tried to direct it into my open mouth he smacked my cheek with his hand and said “BAD GIRL!” and grabbed my hair really hard and glared at me. Then he tucked his cock back into his shorts and informed me it was time for my walk and pulled me right out his bedroom door.

He lead me to the living room where his roommate lay on the couch watching TV. He looked genuinely surprised when he saw us, to my best judgement it did not seem like he had been warned this was going to happen. However I will say he did not look quite as shocked as someone who’d NEVER had their roommate barge into the room holding a leash tied to the collar of a strange naked woman crawling on her hands and knees with an asshole full of cum dripping down her leg. I suspected I was not this household’s first pet.

He walked me right up to the couch, and said “UP!” so I climbed up and then he said “SUCK!” so as fast and obediently as I could I unzipped the roommates pants, pulled out his cock and sucked. No teasing, no licking, just work. I sucked as hard and deep as I could while the roommate grabbed my hair and played with my tits. Mark stood behind me supervising, leash in hand, every so often slapping my ass and criticizing my work.

I was in a completely obedient trance. I probably would have jumped off a bridge if he said to. My job was to suck cock, there was nothing else. The roommate finally came and I gulped it all down like a good girl and Mark commanded me to thank him, so I thanked him for the cum but he just pushed me away so he could go back to watching TV. He was done with me now.

But my job still wasn’t over. Mark walked me to the next roommate’s door and knocked and when he answered we repeated the process. And then we did it again with the third roommate. Then he brought me back to his room and commanded me to climb onto the edge of the bed with my ass in the air where he held my arms against my back and fucked my pussy until he came.

When he was done he told me I could be a person again and took the collar off and said the kinkiness was over. On one hand I was glad to have my humanity restored but on the other hand it had been surprisingly peaceful, dare I say therapeutic, to fully submit and just obey. I got to let go of everything and briefly not have a care in the world. Apparently the whole experience had barely lasted over an hour but I felt reborn. Unfortunately I’ve never really been able to hit that same high again, even with Mark, it was never as shocking or unexpected or overwhelming as that first time. And lord knows I’ve tried. So that’s the submission dragon I’ve chased ever since.

PS yes I know bdsm is its own world with strict rules and things like that, and I’ve since learned more about it and also that we broke several. I’m not saying this is how you should do it! But this was my experience and luckily for me it was amazing.