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3 hours ago, Breedthisslut said:

I had two opportunities in my life to be a true submissive to confident black tops. The first one wanted me to be a chauffeur to his slut girl and drive her to her fuck appointments and be her cleanup guy. At the time I assumed he was pimping her out and I will tell you that excited me to no end. He also wanted me to be subservient when he was fucking my mouth with his cock and of course I obliged. I think that all fell apart because I would not beg to suck his cock and I did not respond in a timely manner to his chauffeur request. I kicked myself for missing that.

With the second guy I met, I was more willing to be his submissive. He would have me strip down and neatly place my clothes in a particular spot. I was taught to clean out and then to be on the bed on my hands and knees and wait for him to return....sometimes 30 min or more. He would use dildos on me and have me wait in his closet with a fat one expanding my hole and even have his way with another sub while I was in the closet. He had a long thin cock that he would have me go deep on and hold it there to see how long I could take it. There was a couple of times as I was cleaning out, he joined me in the shower and he had me on hands and knees and he peed on me(only time I was given a golden shower). Because I lost out on the guy before him, I found myself willing to do things with this guy that I didn’t think possible. At some point, his mom had to move in with him and eventually he moved to Texas and that was the end of something that I found I really wanted and now miss.

You know what you can do and tolerate....but you might surprise yourself with what you can do but don’t know yet.

Thank you for sharing your experience. I wish you to find some other black alpha to serve. 

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On 6/30/2020 at 3:33 PM, IntoBBvisitor said:

I think we all do

I was in a similar situation many years ago with Dom. I never saw money exchanged but he would often give me to his friends to use. Some were ashamed f the feelings they had so it became abusive at times.

If you continue down this road, be aware of your safety and understand that it most likely will not end well. Your feelings will deepen but he will only see you as a means to getting off.

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He finally wrote to me on saturday morning. He only asked if I was available around lunchtime to blow him. My heart stopped and I started to feel very nervous. Almost a month thinking about that moment both excited and affraid and he just wrote as always, as nothing unusual happened last time.

It took me more than an hour to make a decision  about what I should do and I stupidily replied "hi. how are you doing?" exactly 88 minutes after his first message. I simply couldn't tell him to come over like this without any more discussion. The whole day went on without any other message from him and I felt like I missed the opportunity. Had he messaged some other guy to serve him ? Had someone else answered quicker than I did? I tried not asking me too many questions and setting my mind on something else and decided next time (if there is a next time) I would say Yes and nothing else. After all I know very well how he considers me and I m ok with it. Why do I act like I do ?

I was about to go to bed at 23:30 when he texted me. "Now?" I answered "Yes" with my heart beating like crazy. When I saw is next message I was already waiting for him wearing only my cage and a black thong. His message was "On my way. Put on a thong". I know he always wants me naked in a thong but still he reminds me of it each time. 

He arrived within minutes. I opened and he went to the living room asking how was his girl doing? I was so nervous following him and trying to start a conversation. He sat down and started undoing his pants. I went on my knees between his legs trying to act slutty and as quiet as possible. He asked for an ashtray so I stood up and went for it. I was feeling really stupid. I came back with the ashtray, his cigarette was lit and his enormous cock was semi hard hanging out of his pants. I remember thinking "god it s so huge!" and "god his so unattractive!". But anyway, I was yearning to gag on his cock and be fucked like the big black cock slut he knows I am. I put down the ashtray next to him and was about to get on my knees when he said "why don t you wear lipstick, baby?" I froze. What?!?!? What now with lipstick??? On his face, always this smile and this quietness that drive me crazy. "I don t know... You like it?

- Do you have some ?

- No.

- Next time. Very red, like whores. Ok, baby?

- Yes."

These words alone excited me so much the cage started to hurt me. I was standing there feeling uncomfortable that it might show through that mini thong. He pointed at my bar and asked if these bottles were alcohol. I said yes and asked him if he wanted a drink. "I don t drink but for you. Take one you like and come here, he said tapping with a foot on the floor". I grabbed a vodka bottle and knelt between his legs. He took the bottle and I took his cock. I caressed it waiting for a sign. He told me to suck him and I literally plunged on his dick. He laid back and enjoyed it saying it was his second blow job of the day but by far the best. That made me suck harder, better, totally dedicated to his pleasure. I was so proud of being one good sucker for him. He handed me the bottle. "Here. Drink". That was new. He had never asked me to drink. Only the first time we met I was dead drunk... Once again I was lost, he really confuses me. I took a sip of vodka. "More" he said. I drank again and went back to his cock. Sucking and gagging but asking myself what was happening. He handed me the bottle two or three more times asking me to drink more, smiling, telling me what a good girl or whore I was. I started to feel tipsy, dizzy but I kept on going further with his cock down my throat, making a mess of my face, wetting the couch, the floor, coughing slime. He merely moved at all except for handing me the booze. He was enjoying it a lot. He asked me not to use my hands anymore "just your cunt mouth, I don t want to cum yet". I remember begging him to fuck me and him saying "no just your mouth". "Drink" "Look at you" "No, don t touch yourself" "Good girl, shake your ass" "Take more alcohol" "Show me you're filthy" "Yeah look at you, whore".

I totally lost it. I managed to say "no please" when he wanted to take a picture with his phone but I even can t tell now if he did or not in the and.

When he was close he stood up and with his fingers in my mouth kept it opened and brought my head just underneath his gigantic cock. He jerked off all his cum on my face and tongue. What a blast ! What a reward to make a man cum that hard ! We sluts know!

In the corner of my mind I still was waiting for the right moment to ask him questions about what he did last time but I didn t want to ruin his moment. He shaked his cock and went to the bathroom telling me to stay where I was. I heard some water, he was probably washing his meat when I was the one really needing water. That thought made me smile. I had been so good. When he went out of the bathroom he smiled at me and said I m a true white slut. I smiled and thanked him with a flirting voice. "I have to go now. Work. I ll text you, babe". 

These last words woke me up! What ?!?! He was gone ! Again ?!

The next day, yesterday that is, I woke up with a strong hangover. I cleaned my living room thinking and thinking and thinking too much, talking alone, being upset, telling myself to block him. "It s not safe and it s not sane!" That was until I finished my chores and felt the heat again. His voice, his attitude, the way he never answers my questions, the way he pimped me out, his words, his cock, his voice, his scent, his smile, his cock, his natural directiveness,... His words... "don t touch yourself" "look at you fag" "good girl" ... I was in heat again. The alcohol, the cage I was still wearing and this chastity I put myself into weren t helping... I was feeling a terrible urge. I touched the cage, my ass,... "Look at you" "you ve got the best mouth" "be a good girl"... I ended up practically wrecking my ass all alone in my bed with a dildo just thinking about his scent, his voice and his words.

I guess I have to stop thinking too much. It s just pure good sex and I have to stop telling me stories: this black unattractive guy just owns me. I don t want to have him around anymore until he wants me to serve him again. I have to stop fighting...

As always, I appreciate every feedback.

PS : buying red lipstick is on my to do list

 

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Very good to hear on a lot of levels.  It's nice to see you accepting that He understands you... and you're understanding yourself.  You really should write him soon,  and thank him for using you like this.  Thank him for taking the time to tell you his needs so you can be a better girl for him. 

Personally,  I would've done that and included a picture of my lips painted as he required asking him to  cum by soon because you really want to know how you're pretty girl lipstick will taste on his cock.  Be proactive in your submission. 

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5 hours ago, NorthBiNorthwest said:

Very good to hear on a lot of levels.  It's nice to see you accepting that He understands you... and you're understanding yourself.  You really should write him soon,  and thank him for using you like this.  Thank him for taking the time to tell you his needs so you can be a better girl for him. 

Personally,  I would've done that and included a picture of my lips painted as he required asking him to  cum by soon because you really want to know how you're pretty girl lipstick will taste on his cock.  Be proactive in your submission. 

Thank you for your input and support.

The idea of the picture is good but he doesn't want me to text or call him. Married with children, vert discret... It s a good idea but I really wouldn t want to rush anything anyway. I don t know of I m ready to go down that path...

 

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He came back yesterday afternoon. As always, a text asking if I m available and a second one after I say YES reminding me to look slutty in a thong.

I was already caged so I simply had to make sure I was clean (it s better to be in case he wants to fuck me, although the last times he used me he had only wanted my mouth) and put on my thong and my lipstick. 

When he rang downstairs I let him in and waited on my knees next to my door. I want to show him my submission every time more. I was so horny for his big black cock the cage was hurting me.

He came in and smiled at me. He said he was glad to see me on my knees, that it suits me, I m prettier on the floor. I just smiled. He unzipped and passed by me saying he had to pee. He went to the bathroom. I waited where I was without moving and listened to him piss. As soon as he had finished he came back in front of me and put his salty cock in my mouth. I started to suck on it. "Look at you baby, you were needing it, don t you?" I moaned YES with his cock growing in my mouth. "Then don t be shy, fuck your throat with it, fuck yourself hard, you know I love nasty white girls!"

Once again his words and his attitude pushed me over my limits and I started gagging on his cock violently, hurting myself, making a mess of my face with some much overflowing throat slime. I almost puked once or twice but went back to it as soon as I had controlled the gag reflex. "Sssshhht don t use your hands on my cock, just your mouth. Put some of this spit in your pussy instead, bitch! I m going to fuck you".

I was fucking my face with his cock and wetting my ass with my soaked fingers. I was the happiest slut cause I was about to have hi cock inside me again. It lasted like this for at least 10 minutes, he barely moving at all, just enjoying my work on his cock, before he ordered me to stand up, face the wall and put a foot on the furniture next to me. As I was begging for his cock, pulling my thong apart, he was putting on a condom and telling me what a good white bitch I was. 

He put his hard gigantic cock inside me very slowly, inch by inch, telling me to take it, slow, that s right baby, feel it, you like it?

It was hurting but feeling so good ! I could t breath, enjoying and wanting to feel the slightest movement of him entering inside of me. When he was full inside, he stopped and whispered very nice things in my ear. I was out of breath, moving my ass against him, inviting him further, wanting to make him good, confused by his sudden soft side. Then he started to fuck me, not as hard as other times, he took his time, enjoyed it, alternating slow thrusts with deeper ones, whispering word like "you re beautiful" or "you re making me fall in love, baby, you re so good". He was making love to me, softly pinching my tits, caressing my thighs, kissing my neck, my cheeks. Once again I was lost but enjoying it so much. I was rubbing the cage through the thong and at one point I felt like I came without cumming. It was intense. He was taking his dick out totally then pushing it back inside again but gently, slowly. The whispered things were changing. He was now alternating the sweetest things with some degrading others. 

To sum up the schizophrenic fuck talk :

- You re beautiful baby, I want to make my beautiful girl feel good, you like it baby? Hmmm you re making me fall in love with you and you know it. You want me to love you? You want me to be your man?

- Yes. I do.

- Tell me you love me, girl.

- I love you.

- I know you do. You all do. All of you fags, you fall in love with any big dick that breaks your pussy.

- Yes we do.

- But YOU are special. You re a beauty, you re my girl, and you love me.

- Yes.

- But I don t love you. You re just a convenient but dirty white whore.

- Yes I am.

I was out of breath and out of my mind the whole time. I was rarely fucked like that in my whole life. I told him : "No one ever fucked me like that, you re the best, I love you

- Yeah ? Then show me whore, did he answer moving the thong to a side and exposing the tiny cage. - Touch yourself, show me how much pleasure I give you".

I rubbed the cage, shook it, crazy and desperate to cum again, I was out of this world. Can you imagine all this without him changing his pace ?! 

I knew he was about to cum cause he accelerated a little bit and then I heard him grunting, felt his cock pulsating inside. How I would have loved his cum inside me !!! 

I was still "masturbating" the cage when I felt him come out of my pussy, then calmly remove the rubber before putting it back inside my ass, fingering me a bit saying in my hear "You want to carry my babies, don t you?

- Yes Yes Mmmmh, I was litterally screaming while rubbing and jerking off my cage, frantic, wanting to cum like crazy. 

- Sshhhhht, calm down babe, he said taking my right fore arm and softly pulling my hand away from my caged dick. - That s ok, leave it, that s not for you...

I was on the verge of convulsion, I wanted to cum so bad but he wouldn't let me.

- Shhhht leave it, firmly holding my arm. - Clean my dick instead, we don t want my wife to know, do we?

I quietly turned around, I was trembling, too ashamed to look at him now. I knelt and took his cock in my mouth, licked it, kissed it. 

Before he left he told me I was really nasty. I asked him if he liked it and he said of course, what s not to like about me. "Are you coming back soon?

- Of course. You are a good slut.

- Am I not your wife anymore, I asked ironically.

He smiled. I found him quite handsome for the first time. He slapped my ass blew me a kiss and told me to go play with the cum in my pussy.

 

 

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Great story - I've been worshipping BBC since I was waaaaaaaay young!

However, this experience reads like a porno pulp fiction story. One of many examples:
"What are you? he asked once more pulling my hair and shaking my head like he wanted to wake me up."

meh

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