Gay Male / 38
I Want To Be A Sub
I truly want to be a submissive little bitch. I want a master who will give me orders. I do not want to be a person anymore. I want to be my master’s object.
I started feeling this way a few years ago. I was at a sex party and I saw some big guy getting walked out on a leash. He went around calling other men ‘sir’ and offering to suck them off. They all man handled him too. Ripping him off from one dude’s cock to another. At one point a man grabbed him by his hair and dragged him in a corner where he proceeded to piss on him. I was so intrigued and aroused. Towards the end of the night his master chained him down like some sort of dog while he finished talking to everyone. I have never felt so envious in my entire life. I wanted to be that sub so bad. I wish I could spent a night swallowing up random loads and being soaked in strange urine.
For a short while I joined a kink community and made a fake profile. I would discuss some things with doms but I could not get into it. They always wanted photos or would get bored since I had no intention of meeting up with them.
Around that time I made a fake Instagram account. I would message hot straight guys I knew like influencers I followed and message them filthy messages. I would let them know I was their little bitch and would do anything to make them happy. Most of them ignored or blocked me. Some entertained the idea. I would get so hard from it but it still was not enough. But I was not ready for a real life interaction.
About a month ago I was visiting my friend Justin in Seattle. Very cute but unfortunately straight. He knows I’m gay but thankfully it does not get awkward or anything. But I do want him. One afternoon he had to take his dog for a checkup. I asked to stay in the apartment alone to catch up on work. The moment I could tell he drove off I immediately went into his dirty laundry. I rummaged through and pulled out all his dirty underwear. There were so many that had cum stains. I was in heaven. I sniffed and licked one pair. It was the closest I’d get to eating his cum. If only he could have seen me.
I stripped down to my birthday suit and put a pair of underwear over my face. I would breathe in deep to smell his wonderful manly odor. I went into the bathroom and wrote in marker ‘Justin’s personal urinal’ on my chest. Then I spent the next hour walking around on all fours. I put on one of the dog’s collars. I ate my food from the dog’s food bowl. I looked at myself in the mirror, jerking off at how submissive and pathetic I was being. My cock erupted like a volcano. There was so much semen I smeared it all over my face. I pretended like it was Justin’s load. I laid on the ground, covered in my spunk, with his underwear on my head, dog collar on, naked and properly labeled as his personal urinal. I felt so liberated. For a moment I thought about staying there and being caught. I thought about waiting at the door like this to greet Justin as my master.
But I was too afraid. I made sure to clean myself up before he got home. Throughout my stay there I would do little things to appease my sexual appetite. All without him knowing of course. I would use his toothbrush. I would sniff his underwear when he was out. Sometimes I would even try them on. I’d jerk off in his bed when was out. I’d rub my face against the toilet seat after he was done using it. And I loved having ‘Justin’s personal urinal’ written on me. I kept it on me the entire time under my clothes. He never knew about it. Before I left I took a couple of his dirty underwear home. I needed them.
When I got back home I started my new regimen. I would strip naked, wear his dirty underwear on my head, and write degrading things all over my body while I masturbate. I wrote things like Justin’s human urinal, cum slut, Justin’s whore, I love Justin’s cock and things like that. It’s annoying to write but it’s so satisfying. I bought myself a dog collar and leash. I even got a name tag for myself. It’s all very satisfying. I love feeling like some a kinky slut sub.
But I want more. I want a master. I want Justin to be my master. I messaged him on Instagram from a fake account confessing all these filthy things and he almost immediately blocked me. I was sad but I am also happy he knows somewhere out there there is a person who wants to be his sub bitch. I really hope one day he will own me. I dream everyday he will tie me down and piss over all me. I don’t want him to call me by my name. I want him to call me his personal human urinal. I want to be his object. I want to be his sub bitch. I do not want to be a person anymore. I am filthy and disgusting. I do not deserve to be free. I want to be an object. I want to be owned. Own me Justin.
I started feeling this way a few years ago. I was at a sex party and I saw some big guy getting walked out on a leash. He went around calling other men ‘sir’ and offering to suck them off. They all man handled him too. Ripping him off from one dude’s cock to another. At one point a man grabbed him by his hair and dragged him in a corner where he proceeded to piss on him. I was so intrigued and aroused. Towards the end of the night his master chained him down like some sort of dog while he finished talking to everyone. I have never felt so envious in my entire life. I wanted to be that sub so bad. I wish I could spent a night swallowing up random loads and being soaked in strange urine.
For a short while I joined a kink community and made a fake profile. I would discuss some things with doms but I could not get into it. They always wanted photos or would get bored since I had no intention of meeting up with them.
Around that time I made a fake Instagram account. I would message hot straight guys I knew like influencers I followed and message them filthy messages. I would let them know I was their little bitch and would do anything to make them happy. Most of them ignored or blocked me. Some entertained the idea. I would get so hard from it but it still was not enough. But I was not ready for a real life interaction.
About a month ago I was visiting my friend Justin in Seattle. Very cute but unfortunately straight. He knows I’m gay but thankfully it does not get awkward or anything. But I do want him. One afternoon he had to take his dog for a checkup. I asked to stay in the apartment alone to catch up on work. The moment I could tell he drove off I immediately went into his dirty laundry. I rummaged through and pulled out all his dirty underwear. There were so many that had cum stains. I was in heaven. I sniffed and licked one pair. It was the closest I’d get to eating his cum. If only he could have seen me.
I stripped down to my birthday suit and put a pair of underwear over my face. I would breathe in deep to smell his wonderful manly odor. I went into the bathroom and wrote in marker ‘Justin’s personal urinal’ on my chest. Then I spent the next hour walking around on all fours. I put on one of the dog’s collars. I ate my food from the dog’s food bowl. I looked at myself in the mirror, jerking off at how submissive and pathetic I was being. My cock erupted like a volcano. There was so much semen I smeared it all over my face. I pretended like it was Justin’s load. I laid on the ground, covered in my spunk, with his underwear on my head, dog collar on, naked and properly labeled as his personal urinal. I felt so liberated. For a moment I thought about staying there and being caught. I thought about waiting at the door like this to greet Justin as my master.
But I was too afraid. I made sure to clean myself up before he got home. Throughout my stay there I would do little things to appease my sexual appetite. All without him knowing of course. I would use his toothbrush. I would sniff his underwear when he was out. Sometimes I would even try them on. I’d jerk off in his bed when was out. I’d rub my face against the toilet seat after he was done using it. And I loved having ‘Justin’s personal urinal’ written on me. I kept it on me the entire time under my clothes. He never knew about it. Before I left I took a couple of his dirty underwear home. I needed them.
When I got back home I started my new regimen. I would strip naked, wear his dirty underwear on my head, and write degrading things all over my body while I masturbate. I wrote things like Justin’s human urinal, cum slut, Justin’s whore, I love Justin’s cock and things like that. It’s annoying to write but it’s so satisfying. I bought myself a dog collar and leash. I even got a name tag for myself. It’s all very satisfying. I love feeling like some a kinky slut sub.
But I want more. I want a master. I want Justin to be my master. I messaged him on Instagram from a fake account confessing all these filthy things and he almost immediately blocked me. I was sad but I am also happy he knows somewhere out there there is a person who wants to be his sub bitch. I really hope one day he will own me. I dream everyday he will tie me down and piss over all me. I don’t want him to call me by my name. I want him to call me his personal human urinal. I want to be his object. I want to be his sub bitch. I do not want to be a person anymore. I am filthy and disgusting. I do not deserve to be free. I want to be an object. I want to be owned. Own me Justin.
