There's a sub version of me. I know this to be true because that's how my journey into kink first started. I had a deep deep desire to to worship and serve a sexually liberated woman...fantasized constantly about what it would feel like to be teased within an inch of my life and pegged without mercy. So one memorable night at a swingers social hosted by a couple I found a lady willing to be my guide.
She self identified as a nympho with an insatiable appetite. I loved the idea of being teased with maximum cruelty and denied the kind of access to her that she gave so freely to others that she deemed worthy. She was rather intrigued by the idea of having one of her conquests to use at her beck and call. She didn't think I had a dominant bone in my body it looked like a perfect match. So began our three year relationship.
It started off well enough she was like a wild creature that can't be tamed and that wildness was part of her beauty. But then there was an unexpected twist. Within her was an inner sub screaming to be let out......and much to the surprise of both of us somewhere deep in my subconscious was a Dom. He was a crafty little fellow because up until that point I had no idea of his existence...but once he awoke there was no putting him back into Pandora's box.
The next three years were.....the depravity ooooooohh boy.
Long long ago that was. By the way this is when the Bull within me was born. I'd met couples before but prior to having a sub the cerebral nature of cuckolding went right over my head. I just didn't get it.
BUT that sub is still there dormant but not hiding. Now and then reminding me that he's still there waiting patiently for the right opportunity to express himself.
Out there in the multiverse I wonder what the sub version of me is up to, whatever it is I've no doubt he's having his fair share of fun.
Filthy perv lolol.
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