His Submissive Lover, Part 3
After a weekend of serving my new lover, I awoke on Monday morning, thinking I should leave and go to work. I looked over at Michael, just rising out of a deep sleep, and smiled. He smiled back, and told me to come to him, holding open his arms. I crawled over and lay my head on his chest, my fingers slowly moving through his gray chest hair. He stroked my head lazily. I felt a great comfort, joy, being in his control.
"You performed well this weekend, especially considering it was your first time as a submissive."
I smiled and thanked him for taking me as his lover. He told me it was time now to get dressed. I was disappointed, but understood.
"I will give you this week to think about what we've done, what you want, whether you want to continue. If you do decide you want to come back, it will be for good, no turning back. Understood?"
"Yes, I think so." I have to admit I was very confused by what had happened, and my reaction to this past weekend with Michael. I was glad to have some time to digest it all.
"Good," he said, kissing me deeply, "Get dressed and I will call you a cab." I showered and dressed, and went downstairs. Handing me a coffee, Michael said the car would arrive shortly. Coming close, he cupped my penis, and squeezed gently. "You have the makings of a good submissive, Fred, I hope you decide to pursue that path. If you do, you'll have to obey me from here on out, but that decision whether you want that or not, it's all yours to make. I can promise you if you do, you'll experience things you can't even imagine now."
I heard a honk, and looked back at Michael. He was quite handsome, tall, slender, grey hair, clean shaven, a nice smile. Ordinarily, he was everything I looked for in a man, someone whose appearance really turned me on. But it was time to leave, and I closed the door behind me and got in. "Where to?" I did not respond, did not even hear him, as my head was swimming with thoughts of Michael and my possible new life. "Where to?" the driver repeated, more loudly this time. It shook me from my reverie, and I gave him the address.
When I arrived home, I made myself some tea, and sat staring out the window. Did I want to submit myself to Michael, or any man really, as his lover? What would become of the life I had been leading, my friends, family, job, career? I did not know then the answer to any of these questions.
I lay down on my bed, and drifted off to a light sleep. I dreamed of being naked, surrounded by other naked men, all of whom wanted a piece of me, rubbing their cocks in my face, turning me around to enter me, cumming on me. I awoke, startled, and found I had an enormous erection. Closing my eyes, I took some lube into my palm, and began to stroke myself, thinking of being taken by an older man. It was not Michael at first, but as I got more and more aroused, his face loomed over me, smiling and kissing me. My orgasm was one of the better ones of my life, covering me in my own cum. I lay there panting and sweaty, enjoying the moment. I took some of my cum on my fingers, and fed it to myself, swirling it around in my mouth. I sucked my fingers, pretending they were a cock, and swallowed my salty, sticky cum. I began to think that maybe I was destined to submit. If the fantasy could evoke such a strong reaction, what would the reality do?
The next day a package arrived for me. I opened it, and found several pairs of very small underwear. "Try these on, I think you'll good in them," the note said, "and Michael will approve." It was signed Linda. I undressed, and pulled on the first pair, red, with a small pouch for my cock and balls, and thin strings to show off my bottom. Turning the mirror, I gazed upon my own body, and liked what I saw. And if Michael would like me in these, then I would too. The second pair was more like a jock strap, and I could see the attraction there too, giving him something to hold on to and pull me towards him when he fucked me. Thinking of this gave me another big erection. I was on my way, I thought.
Just then the phone rang. "Have you tried on your presents?" It was Linda, and I said I did and liked them. "Good, I thought you would. I'd like to come over this morning -- are you free?" I said I was and she told me she'd be by shortly, and to wear the red one, with the silky robe that she had sent also.
I answered the door wearing the items she asked me to. When she came in, she looked me over, and said "I like it -- you look very sexy, Fred." I blushed, but thanked her. "I'm going to groom you again, and then I want to prepare you for Michael. You have decided to submit to him, haven't you?"
I admitted that I was leaning that way, and just saying it was enough to get me hard again. "You have a nice erection, anyone ever tell you that?" Linda said, laughing. My face was quickly scarlet and I looked down, embarrassed but greatly aroused. Reaching out, her fingers lightly brushed the pouch of my red underwear, causing my cock to jump and leak, leaving a small wet spot. "Maybe there is some hope for me," she said, laughing lightly again.
"But I'm hear on Michael's behalf. Let's get going. Where's your bathroom" I showed her, and she told me to undress. I did as she said, and stood naked before her. She proceeded to shave me again, instructing me how to do so safely so that I would not cut myself. When that was done, she instructed me how to clean my bottom, so that I was spotless for Michael. And then she told me to get in bed, face down, butt up. I did so, looking back to see that she had a dildo in her hand, onto which she squirted a bit of lubricant. "Michael said you were a bit too tight for his tastes, and so he asked me to prepare you bottom for him next time." With that, she rubbed to head of the dildo on my pucker, and slowly pushed it in. "Tell me if this hurts too much, and we'll use something smaller. I'm to get you ready, loosen you up a bit so that Michael will be able to enter you without any problem. So, just relax and live in the moment -- you should enjoy this too. Understand?"
I nodded and let her push the rather large object into me, feeling a mixture of pain (which soon turned to pleasure) and more embarrassment at submitting to this woman. As she continued to move in and out, I felt more and more aroused, and began to forget that she was even there with me, allowing myself to concentrate on the intense feelings in my behind, as my orgasm grew closer and closer. Shortly, I came, shivering with delight, as my ass spasmed around the dildo, and my cock shot an explosive charge of cum onto my sheets.
"Good," Linda said, slowly pulling the object from my bottom. "I think you will be ready for Michael."
She went to the kitchen, leaving me along to consider what had happened. It certainly felt good, but I was still confused about my decision.
After about 15 minutes of laying in my bed, letting my ass recover a bit, and my cock to shrink back to regular size, I went to the bath and showered. I went downstairs, and joined Linda in the kitchen.
"Let me give you some other pointers about being with Michael, okay? First, although he is stern, and you will have to obey him, whatever he asks, he is not cruel, and will not harm you physically in way. Alright?" I nodded. "And he will take care of you also, so that you won't have to work ever again. The trade off is that you'll be available to him for whatever he wants, whenever he wants. So, you'll have to keep yourself ready, clean, smooth, ready and willing to accept his commands."
Again, I nodded. "I understand."
"Good," she said. "Have you made your decision? If you agree, you'll have a life you could only dream of. I'll be there for you too, and believe me, I'll be jealous of you." I said that I think I had decided, but wanted just a little more time. "Okay," Linda said, "I know you'll make the right decision." With that she picked up her bag and her purse, and kissed my cheek as she left.
Still in my red robe and now in my new jock, I sat on the couch, legs beneath me, and looked out the window at the street scene below. By the time I realized it, the day had mostly gone, and later afternoon shadows were creeping over the floor to my apartment. I looked out the window again. Cars were moving slowly in the rush hour traffic, and pedestrians were hurrying to catch their buses or trains, on the way home to their families and whatever they would do that night.
I knew then that I had made up my mind. Nervously, I dialed the number Michael had given me last Monday, and listened as the phone rang on the other end. "Hello, Fred," Michael said.
I paused for a few moments, not knowing quite what to say. He waited, not saying anything either. Finally, I worked up my courage.
"Michael, I am ready to submit to you."
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