I myself, found him to be the kind of take-charge individual. The type, who leads, not follows. At any rate, he was pleasant enough, so the plan was set and invites made.
Saturday came and Tom showed up as did Warren and Beth. We introduced him and Beth later told Cindy that she thought he was fuckable too, confirming my wife's intuition.
Warren and Beth checked out around 10:30 PM leaving Tom with us. He living just across the street meant he had no problem driving after drinking. He could hold his liquor like a seasoned pro and had me getting him re-fills several times during the evening.
He mentioned how close we seemed to be with Warren and Beth. Cindy and I looked at each other and shrugged. "We sometimes swap Tom," Cindy shared, alcohol being the conduit to her confession.
"Yeah. I had that feeling there was a special intimacy between the four of you."
"I hope this doesn't make you think less of us," I ventured feeling him out.
"Not at all," he smiled. "As a matter of fact, I'm intrigued."
Looking at Cindy and me with a hungry look Tom said he dabbled in D/s and couples were the most fun for him.
"You mean whips and chains," Cindy gasped.
Tom laughed saying that his dabbling was more sexual in nature and whips, chains, bondage, and the like were not his preferred method of dominance. "Whips and chains are toys and tools for the S&M people as opposed to D/s."
Tom went on to describe some of the scenes he's been involved in and how both husband and wife found they enjoyed playing by his rules.
My wife who already wanted to fuck Tom was fascinated. "Tell us Tom. What kind of things do you do with married couples?"
"Well, I'm very oral. By that I mean I enjoy getting oral sex a lot. I know. Who doesn't? I like fucking too but when you're dominating a couple and they're into it, you need to take them places where they never have been, places where they can explore their fantasies, push the envelope, and discover themselves."
"You mean you have the man suck your cock," I blurted probably rudely.
Tom looked at me without expression. "John that has happened of course. For instance, say your sexy wife wanted me to fuck her. I might say to you that before I permit that, you have to suck me."
"Does that always work for you?"
"It has so far but you have to understand that sucking me is what he secretly wanted me to make him do."
"You must have a nice big cock," my wife smiled in anticipation.
Tom gave her a raised eye brow look indicating that he knew her motivation for asking that question. "Sorry to disappoint you Cindy. My cock is regular, average. But understand, it's neither the size of my cock nor how long I can fuck. It's more about me having you do things that are out of your comfort zone. Things that may embarrass you, even humiliate you in some way."
"So what you're saying...," I attempted to interrupt.
"Do not interrupt me Johnnie. When I want to hear from you, I will let you know. Until then, please keep silent."
I sat back red faced but compliant. My cock reacted to his command in a surprising manner by growing stiff in my trousers.
"For instance," he continued after admonishing me. "If Cindy here would ask me if I would like another drink, I might tell her to serve it to me nude. I might have you, Johnnie undress her for me, or just have her undress herself while I watched."
"You see? It's an exchange of power. That's all it is and nothing more. Of course, it's sexual. I mean why wouldn't it be? People who get involved in this thing are usually in it for the purpose of sexual gratification."
Cindy tittered a bit not knowing what to say.
"I'll bet," said Tom, "That Johnnie got an erection after I scolded him. Am I right Johnnie?"
I said nothing. I didn't want to admit out loud that he was right and he hadn't really given me permission to speak.
I only nodded.
"Please Johnnie; you have my permission to speak now. Tell me what happened. Tell your wife why you got a hard cock in your pants now."
"I don't know why. It just happened after you told me not to speak."
"See, that's it right there. You have a submissive nature that responds to a dominant, be they male or female. That's what I'm talking about. If you give me that power over you, the ability to control aspects of your life, you might find it satisfying. That's the exchange of power. The sexual aspect."
"Do you, um, may I ask you a personal question, do you like having men suck you off?"
"Hell Johnnie, everything we've talked about since Warren and Beth left has been personal. But to answer your question no, well let me correct myself. I enjoy having them submit to me as much as they enjoy submitting. I rarely have a male submissive finish me though, make me cum in his mouth. What I like though is to, and this is important, is to make him feel less than a man in the eyes of his wife during a scene."
I was happy to hear that he didn't prefer to have men finish him. But would I want to feel less in my wife's eyes? I wasn't sure but my dick seemed to be all in. Maybe it was the drink or just the frank discussion which never really occurred between me, Cindy, and Warren and Beth. I was confused about my body's reaction though. I knew that much.
"What do you have the women do," Cindy asked.
"Well, mostly just what I tell them to. It depends on the woman and her husband and how far they're willing or wanting to go."
"Can you give me a for instance?"
"Okay," Tom said stopping to think. "One day you may get a call from me to come over. My instructions would be, "wear nothing but a smile when you cross the street", or something in that vein."
"Well, I think that would be okay. I mean this is a private road and at night no one could see me."
Clearly my wife was interested.
"Yes, but what if I called on a Saturday morning and said be here at noon sharp? Could you see yourself doing that, crossing the road completely naked in broad daylight?"
We both waited for my wife to answer.
"I could do that," Cindy grinned, first at Tom then me. "I'd probably run like hell, but I think I could do it."
"What if I told you to bring Johnnie or not come at all? What then?"
The silence was broken up with nervous laughter from Cindy and me.
"What if I asked you to show me your cunt right now Cindy? What if I said pull your slacks down now and show me that young married pussy? Would you do it? Would you let her Johnnie?"
Cindy looked at me waiting for me to answer first. "She's a grown woman Tom. I may be her husband but I don't run her life. Do I honey?"
Cindy gave me a wicked smile. "Just tell me Tom and see."
Tom looked at me and saw no sign of anger or me trying to prevent my wife from showing herself off. Confident that we would comply, he told her to show him her pussy. "Drop those pants Cindy. Show me that young cunt."
Cindy stood without hesitation and didn't just merely pull her pants down. She took them off entirely and walked, or should I say strutted over to Tom and stood within 6" of him.
I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I mean Cindy has always had a bit of a wild streak in her.
It was easy to tell she was turned on. Her pussy glistened with expectations of a new dick and that musky aroma of a woman in heat wafted in the air.
What was funny though was the bored expression Tom was showing.
Cindy put her hands on her hips, "Well?"
"Well what? You think that's the first 20-something year-old pussy I've seen? It isn’t baby girl. It is the first I've seen with a bush though."
"Huh?"
"A bush. A hairy snatch. whatever."
My wife looked at me and I only shrugged. This was on her. She dropped her pants on her own. To tell the truth, I was amused by her frustration that Tom hadn't been enamoured with her pussy.
"Well," she stammered, "Johnnie over there likes my bush."
Tom smiled and shrugged like I did. Cindy went back and put her panties and pants back on, still flustered.
Tom took pity on both if us. "I was fooling around with you both. Forgive me for having my little bit of fun at your expense. Should you wish to do a scene with me, however, you have but to kneel at my feet and ask me to be your dom. doesn’t have to be forever. I mean no one can do that all day every day. But a scene is just what it sounds like. An evening or whole day of exploration of your hidden desires and fantasies. But if you do ask, and I do accept you as my subs, you have to know that I reserve the right to call upon your services at anytime, day or night. Of course the situation may be such that I excuse you from your duties."
He was frank and it was appreciated. Neither Cindy nor I were ready to kneel at his feet just then. Maybe some other time. "We appreciate your frank explanation Tom. I know Cindy and I will talk about this evening and consider your offer."
After Tom left Cindy and I hit the sack. "Do you think you could do that John?"
"Do what babe?"
"Suck him."
"I don't think so. I wouldn't want to have you see me less than a man. Know what I mean?"
"I understand what you're saying but if it's only in a scene like Tom calls it, what the heck. When we're done, you'd just go back to being the man I love."
"That easy, huh?"
"Yup."
She reached for my dick and found it hard. "I think the idea appeals to someone."
"I have to be honest here Cindy. The thought of subbing for Tom does excite me a little. I think about you crossing the lane naked to let him fuck you is a turn on."
"Uh huh. And the thought of me watching you suck his dick turns me on. I'd love to see you on your knees sucking his cock while I watched. My pussy gets wet thinking about it. I picture you all your body hair gone slobbering over his virile cock so he can fuck me. Damn John."
We fucked with both of us Cumming together before falling asleep.
Then next day I went over to see my friend Warren. He's older and smart. Maybe he can explain this Ds stuff to me so I can better understand it.
"I swear Warren. Tom wants the husband to suck his cock while his wife watches. Says it isn't about getting off but making the husband look small in his wife's eyes. What do you think about that?"
"You mean he wants you to suck his cock, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean that's what he said when Cindy wanted to know how he'd react if she wanted him to have sex with her. I'd have to blow him first."
"That's pretty standard stuff John. Nothing there unusual from what I've heard from folks I know who dabble in that lifestyle."
"You ever dabble as you say?"
"Look John, I'm 15 years older than you. I've got more experience in these things."
"Doesn't answer my question Warren."
"Yeah but I was the dominant. And before you ask, yes, I've had sub men suck my dick."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Did you like it? I mean having your dick sucked by some guy. Did he like it? Was he married? Was his wife there?"
"Whoa John. Slow down man. Let me try to answer your questions before you push 10 more at me."
"Sorry."
"First, yes, I liked it. The guys who sucked me knew how to do it right. They know what they like and used that on my cock."
"Okay. Makes sense."
"Did they like it, you ask? Two did. A lot. One was reluctant but once he opened up and swallowed my dick, his own dick got hard. He used to call and beg me to let him come over and blow me."
"Their wives would watch, sometimes masturbating themselves turned on by seeing their husband on his knees sucking dicks. Some would get down and join him. Depends on the people.".”Yeah, Cindy told me that the thought of her watching me suck Tom's dick is a turn on."
"There were two married couples and they are still together. The one single guy who used to call me to Dom him finally came to the conclusion that he's gay. He found himself a dominant gay and settled down with him. But, for a while there he was my regular cock sucker. Once or twice a week he'd show up, remove his clothes in the foyer, and after a few tasks I had him do, sucked my cock and finished me."
"Tasks?"
"Wash my car, mow the lawn. He had to earn it. I miss that dedication."
I laughed thinking about earning Warren's permission to suck his dick.
"You laugh John but your dick is hard. Don't bother trying to hide it. It's been hard since I started telling you about having subs suck me. What good is having a sub if he or she won't suck your cock?"
I blushed and adjusted my dick.
"So tell me John, are you and Cindy thinking about Tom's offer to Top you two?"
"She more than me but it sounds different, maybe harmless and fun. I don't know if we're brave enough but I know Cindy wants to fuck him and as I've already told you, she says that the idea of me sucking him makes her wet."
"But he's insisting that you both sub to him before he gives her what she wants. Right?"
"How did you know that?"
"Look John, dominants are all about control. Subs are all about giving up control. Topping, like submitting isn't for everybody but from your questions I think you have a little submissive side to you."
"I won't lie and say I haven't considered it Warren. Tom made the same observation. So yeah, thinking about subbing is arousing."
We left it there for the time being.
I didn't mention my conversation with Warren to my wife. I wish I could say the same, that Warren didn't mention it to Beth.
He did and of course, she told Cindy. "So you told Warren you were thinking about sucking Tom?"
I refused to be confronted. I was still grappling with those unfamiliar feelings and wondering why I got an erection when talking to Warren and listening to Tom.
Cindy and I made love that night and afterwards she broke it to me about what Beth had told her. "Did you really get a hard on?"
"Ahh Christ Cindy. Drop it please."
"Tell me John, or should I say Johnnie?"
I looked at her astonished. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "What's with that Johnnie crap?"
"Tom called you that and you didn't get all bitchy then."
"Come on hon. Drop it. I'm not comfortable talking about it and I don't like being called Johnnie."
"Johnnie it is then until you come clean mister."
What are you going to do? I'm still trying to wrap my head around why I get hard when discussing subbing and my wife is doing her level best to convince me to try it.
Warren and Beth were at our home the following Saturday evening. He and I sat out on the deck having a drink while the girls were inside doing God only knows.
"Wish you hadn't told Beth what we talked about last week man."
"I didn't know she'd tell Cindy John. I should have told her to keep it to herself."
"Keep what to herself? That I got hard talking about subbing?"
Warren sipped his drink and didn't answer me.
"I was reading up on the subject this week. Seems all Doms like to have their subs hairless from their head down. What the hell is that about anyway?"
Warren cleared his throat. "It about power John. It's about submitting to someone. That someone will require proof of your acceptance of his dominance."
"Wait a sec man. My acceptance?"
"Just a figure of speech. But let's say that you agree to sub for Tom. Now Tom is going to expect things from you in order to prove to him that he's not wasting his time. He's going to want to see a commitment from you. Shaving your body is one way to show him you seriously want his dominance."
"And sucking his cock?"
"Man you are too hung up on that. A dick is skin John. Skin."
"Skin that leaks before Cumming."
Warren chuckled. "Yes. Well, what can I say? You're right. But still, a sub sucking dicks isn't that big a deal. For some, it's what they want and need. Submissive guys suck dicks, submissive women eat pussy. Both are usually shorn of hair and appear before their Dom or Domme nude. If you read up on the subject, what I'm telling you should come as no surprise."
"I read it but wasn't sure if it was true."
"I liked to have my married couple’s nude except for the husband who I had wear panties."
I gulped. "Panties?"
"Oh yes, panties. First, when they put them on they realize they are not to be considered men while in my company. Second, it keeps them humble. Finally John, when a man puts on panties he usually cannot stop himself from getting the hardest he's ever been once he realizes his true nature."
"His true nature? What would that be?"
"I see you're hard again John. His true nature? His true nature is to submit to a man he feels is superior to him. His true nature that he knows and understands his place is beneath his Dom, his Top. The sub gives up all preteens of being a real man and accepts the role nature prepared him for."
Continuing on Warren talked about scenes. "The sub isn't subbing all the time John. I mean when the three of you decide to do a scene, get together, and you prepare as he has directed you, you are his sub at that time. The next hour, the next day, whenever, it's over. Once that power exchange has been played out for an evening, a day, however long you all decide, once that's over you're no longer his sub. But during the play in the event, episode, whatever you want to call it, the male sub is not considered a man."
"Well Tom said that we'd be at his beck and call whenever he desired our services."
"That could get interesting John. He lives right across the street from you. You might be a busy sub."
"I get that but I don't understand. How can someone decide that he's not a real man? It just can't happen like that, can it?"
"Okay John, you're being rational where the existential fact over rides rational thinking. There are people who need to submit. Deep within them they have a nagging feeling that something has been missing from their lives. Once they find themselves committed to someone, pledging to serve and service that someone, they find their peace. They are content at last."
"Content to be considered less than a man? I have a hard time with that Warren."
"They thrive on it John. Subs lust for the ignominy. They find arousal in humiliation. It's not a mental illness. It's a desire that in some go unfulfilled their entire lives."
"They don't feel shame in all of it?"
"They do and that's what they're after. Being shamed, humiliated and grovelling in that shame is what subs exist for. Some may say they're proud to serve their Dominant but what they really mean is that the shame and humiliation he puts them through satisfies their need as they go about performing their given tasks. Their reward is the intense shame they feel and the orgasm the Top may give permission for him or her to have."
I considered what I was hearing. My gut feeling annoyed me. Warren's explanations and my reaction to them scared me. But I couldn't deny the erection I'd been sporting for the last several minutes.
"Look. I have an idea," Warren said getting serious. "Beth will be at her mother's tomorrow. Come over. We'll be alone and I'd like to try an experiment with you if you're willing."
"What kind of experiment do you have in mind?"
"If I tell you the details, you'd chicken out. Beth will be gone until around 5. Her mom is an hour away and Beth will call to let me know when she's leaving there. We'll have plenty of time to sort out what it is that's bothering you. I'll give you the experience of being my sub for a few hours."
"Um, okay." And again my dick lurched in my trousers.
"Be there at 10 AM sharp. The door will be open. Come inside without knocking. There will be a note on the kitchen table with instructions for you to follow. Follow them explicitly to the letter John. Remember, this is an experiment to help you with those feelings I suspect you're struggling with. Okay? You have any questions?"
"I'm not sure Warren. I'm a little scared."
"I'm sure you are. But you know me. I'm your friend and I won't hurt you or cause you harm. I think what you're afraid of is discovering the truth that lies within you. The truth about who you really are and what you need."
"Trust me John. You can back out at any time."
"What are you boys talking about," Beth and Cindy joined us on the deck.
"Just guy stuff," I volunteered.
"I asked John if he'd come over tomorrow morning and help me with something. If all goes well, he'll be back here for dinner."
"And if all doesn't go well," my wife chided.
"Then he'll be home early."
The rest of the evening went well. No sex that night and at 11:00 Beth said she had a long day ahead and they left.
"10 sharp," Warren said at the door. We shook hands and I told him I'd see him in the AM.
Maybe I should have discussed what Warren and I talked about with Cindy though I don't think that would have changed the way things worked out. Maybe I shouldn't have gone over to Warren's that Sunday morning but then I would not have had the awakening.
Being punctual by nature, I got to Warren's at 9:55. I waited. I played his game of being there at 10 sharp. Not early. Certainly no later. 10 on the dot.
The door was open as he said it would be and I went directly to their kitchen. A folded sheet of paper was on the counter.
I looked at it for several seconds wondering if I should open it or chicken out and leave. My stomach was in knots.
I decided on the former and opened it. It started:
"John. You may find this experiment/exercise difficult to carry out. I urge you to keep an open mind. Should you be brave enough to follow the instructions set forth in this note, you might well discover you've been missing something in your life. Once again, trust me and follow the instructions below:
1 Keep silent. Do not speak until and unless I've given you permission.
2 Go to my bedroom and undress completely.
3 In there you'll find an item of clothing. Put it on.
4 Once you have completed numbers 2 and 3, join me in the den
5 Without saying a word kneel in front of me keep your head down and eyes averted. Do not look at me until I tell you otherwise.
"Damn this," I thought reading the note again and again. I tell you it took courage for me to follow those strange instructions but I sucked it up and went to their bedroom.
Without thinking too much I took off my clothes. "Hell.”Warren has seen me naked many times."
Then I noticed the one piece of clothing on the bed. It was a pair of Beth's panties. White, full back and front, some might call them granny panties. My mind hesitated but my cock had a mind of its own.
I admit that my hands shook as I stepped into the garment and pulled it up over my erection. The nylon was semi-transparent and in the mirror I could plainly see the outline of my raging erection.
Feeling every bit as foolish as I must have looked, I took a deep breath and went to join Warren in his den.
He was still in his bath robe apparently reading the Sunday paper and enjoying his morning coffee.
I knelt, on my knees. My head down, I felt ridiculous waiting for my buddy to speak. He had not yet even acknowledged my presence much less that I had followed his instructions to the letter.
Time passes slowly when you're on your knees in front of the man whose wife's panties you're wearing. I mean if you really are a man when you are on your knees. I was pondering all this and was becoming impatient and frustrated and just a little pissed. Warren sensed my misgivings and finally acknowledged me. "Good boy Johnnie. You follow directions well."
Then he went back to his paper. Back to his fucking paper leaving me there basking in his praise and feeling like an idiot. My cock was hard and as I watched in horror it was leaking a wet spot on my panties.
Another 5 minutes passed before Warren put his paper down. "Get me another cup of coffee boy. Cream, no sugar."
As I walked away Warren chuckled, "Nice ass Johnnie. Panties suit you."
I wanted to shout "fuck you" at my friend but remembered to keep quiet. Although I was quietly seething, my dick was throbbing.
I poured his coffee, added the creamer, and took it back to him. "Place it there, Johnnie," he said pointing to the side table, "And resume your previous position."
"You may look up at me boy. Tell me Johnnie, how do you like being a sub?"
"I don't. Not at all."
"Your dick tells another story. One different from your words." And then he poked my nylon covered dick with his bare foot.
"Remember son, this is an experiment. As in all honest experiments, the results are what they are. We won't skew our findings to come to a pre-meditated outcome, will we?"
"No. I guess not."
"Good. Now comes the hard part. Well maybe not so hard for you. But you’re constant questioning and talking about sucking a dick makes me think you secretly want to try it at least once."
Warren opened his robe and I saw he was naked under it. His cock, which I had seen many times, was soft. He scooted forwarded in his chair bringing his manhood close to my face. His feet were now planted firmly in either side of me. His knees were by my ears.
"Suck it Johnnie. Suck your Dom. Show me how badly you want to submit. Go on now, you know you want this."
"Did I really," I wondered. I found myself licking my lips and stopped. My own cock still hard was throbbing.
The head of his cock hung low under my chin. Slowly I dipped my face down nearing the cock that had been in my wife several times. I'd seen her suck it. She never complained about it. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.
"Your wife has sucked this cock many times Johnnie, Warren said seemingly reading my mind.”Many times. You've seen it yourself. If she can do it, so can you."
The hand gently pushing my head forward made up my mind. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock in. Raising my face back up, I continued bobbing my head on his still soft tool making sure my teeth did not get in the way.
"Ah yes. There's a good boy Johnnie. Suck it like you mean it. See if you can make it hard like a good faggot."
He knew I'd revolt and held my head where it was. "Johnnie, this is part of the experiment. A sub should enjoy hearing verbal abuse. Keep sucking me Johnnie."
I placed my hands on his thighs and used my tongue to tease him the way I like.
"Oh yes Johnnie. That's nice. That's it. You're a natural. You're making me hard."
I felt some satisfaction that I could give him an erection when he'd said that he doubted I could. I gagged trying to swallow the whole thing although he wasn't more than 7" long.
I was making a mess, drool and slobber covered his cock and balls. Warren felt it and pushed my head down to his scrotum. "Lick my balls Johnnie. You know how good that feels. Your wife sucks my nuts all the time. Now you're doing it."
I was. I was enjoying it too. Conflicting feelings coursed through me. The shame and humiliation of wearing his wife's panties. Kneeling quietly waiting for him to just acknowledge my presence. Now sucking his dick and kissing his balls. The more I thought about what I must look like and what I was doing, the deeper into the fog of submission I went.
No longer afraid, no more hesitation or reluctance, I was sucking a dick and loving it. Loving being under Warren's control.
"Tom's going to love this Johnnie. He has no idea what an accomplished cock sucker you are. Hell, I had no idea myself. We're going to have to make this a regular thing."
Hearing Warren call me a cock sucker, telling me we'd do this again spurred me onward. I was determined to finish him. To make him come.
I held his balls and went back to sucking. I didn't need to think about how to do it. My actions came naturally, instinctively.
His pre-cum was salty, tangy, delicious. I savoured the taste of being his cock sucker. I wanted more. I needed hear his insults, his verbal abuse. I was beside myself with lust.
Shifting over I couldn't help it. I had to hump his leg, to rub my throbbing hard-on against something.
"Cock suckers don't cum until they've swallowed my spunk," Warren said pushing my hips back.
There it was again. Cock sucker. Me. I wallowed in the shame and feeling empowered at the same time. If this is what subbing is all about I knew I would have to have this again. "God help me," I thought, "but I love this so."
"I'm Cumming cock sucker. I'm going to fuck a load in your cock sucking mouth Johnnie. Are you ready?"
"Ummm hmm," I moaned around his dick.
I felt him jerk, then pulse. The first jet of sperm didn't fill my mouth. I wasn't forced to swallow to make room for more. Warren came like I do. I relished the feeling of his dick jumping in my mouth every time it spurted his seed. My hands went to his ass under his robe and I buried my face in his crotch until my nose was in his pubic hair.
I licked his cock until it grew soft and he pushed me away. "Enough Johnnie. That's good for now. We'll do this again later after I recover."
I stayed on my knees basking in my accomplishment and needing my own relief.
"You must be wondering what just happened to you John. You found your sub space. You got into a zone. You can't deny that you enjoyed sucking my dick can you? How easy it was for you to put Beth's panties on and come to me. You had to know what was going to happen didn't you."
I nodded.
"You can talk John. You have my permission to tell me how you feel right now."
Inhaling a deep breath, I confessed to my friend that I did find myself in a place unfamiliar but welcomed. "I can't say what came over me Warren. I mean here in Beth's panties sucking your cock. I guess I knew this was what you wanted me over here for."
"Not entirely. I wanted you here to see if you'd submit. If you're a submissive. It seems you have that need in you. But now that you mentioned it, knowing I was going to have you suck my dick, you came anyway."
"You can't tell anyone Warren. Please."
"Not to worry Johnnie. This will be our secret until it isn't. But I want to tell you something. On the bed there were the panties Beth left for you. But on the hook on the bedroom door was another of my bathrobes. You only saw Beth's panties never looking for something else."
"What does that mean?"
"Well. Look at it from my perspective. You elected to wear panties and you just gave me a world-class blow job. You liked it way more than the other subs who I Topped in the past. You may not think it now but some day, when the four of us are together you'll want to suck my dick again."
I hung my head in shame knowing what he said was probably true.
"Don't feel bad Johnnie. Look on the bright side. You've discovered something about yourself today. Something that brought you pleasure. Nothing to be ashamed of. You're one of the fortunate ones. Those who know who and what they are and live it. Not try to hide it."
Warren had me wear Beth's panties the whole time I was there. He had me do little things which I found degrading and exciting. I shined his shoes, did the breakfast dishes. I prepared lunch all the while my dick leaked my acceptance. Kneeling on his tiled kitchen floor as we ate was hard on my knees but it felt right. I was still in the zone as Warren called it. I liked my new found role.
Warren didn't even have to move much. He just turned sideways in his chair and his robe fell open. I didn't need to be told what he wanted. I wanted the same thing.
I got him hard again, this time quickly. As I was sucking Warren was stroking my hair and saying encouraging things to me. "You like sucking my dick don't you Johnnie?"
I didn't answer him right away. I felt his finger grab and handful of my hair and force me to look at him, his dick still in my mouth.
"Tell me Johnnie. You like sucking my cock, don't you?"
"Yes sir," I said meaning it.
"I knew you would. Hell Johnnie, even Beth knew you would. She chose the panties you're wearing. She decided which ones she wanted you to have for your own. She knew you'd be sucking my cock today while she's gone. She told your wife over the phone after you left your house this morning."
"Oh God no. Please no Warren. Tell me you're lying."
"He's not lying Johnnie. Beth told me to come in the back door to see for myself."
Recognizing my wife's voice, I tried to get up but Warren held my head. "Continue doing what you came to do cock sucker."
Cindy came to stand behind him. Her top was pulled up and she was playing with her boobs. "Suck it Johnnie. You know you want to. Suck that cock, you panty wearing cock sucker."
I know there are some who do not believe in epiphanies, that in some strange way, one comes to an understanding with themselves, an awakening if you will. Having my wife there, watching as I sucked a dick while wearing panties, hearing her call me nasty names was most humiliating and yet exhilarating.
Since he had cum earlier, Warren let me suck his cock for several minutes. I think that he did that so my wife could see what her husband really is; what I am. I revelled in my submission as my friend fed me his cock.
"Okay Johnnie. That's good. Come with me Cindy. I need a woman. I mean a real woman, not her panty wearing husband."
I watched on my knees as Warren led my wife to his bedroom.
"Go home Johnnie. Go home and jack off. Keep the panties. They're Beth's gift to you. I'll send your bride home in a bit. I'll have her bring your clothes with her."
I left them in abject disgrace. Looking back and forth I quickly made my way to my car. It was then that I remembered my keys were in my pocket in Warren's bedroom. Hoping no one would see me, I hurried back inside to find both Cindy and Warren in the kitchen holding my keys. "Forget something?"
"Uh, thanks. Can I have my clothes too?"
"Go home cock sucker."
I snatched my keys and ran back to my car.
"Shit." Tom is sitting on my porch. I sat in my car unwilling to get out and broadcast my shame.
"Hey Johnnie. How's the new cock sucker?"
"Fuck you Tom. That's a lie," I shouted back my face burning.
"Look man, I know all about what happened today. It's okay Johnnie. It's okay man. You have nothing to be ashamed about, really. Cindy is proud of you. You faced your fears and acknowledged what you've been fighting, probably most of your life. Come on inside Johnnie. Come on now."
The look on his face was sincere. Tom wasn't ridiculing me. He wasn't being smug either. His voice was calming, understanding, and somehow soothing.
After all I'd done and learned about myself this day, and it seemed that everyone knew, I got out of my car and walked up past Tom and went inside my home.
Tom followed me in. I watched as he took a seat and felt his eyes roam over my body. "They suit you Johnnie."
"Um, what suits me?"
"Panties. They look great on you. Come here son. Come to Mr. Tom," he said holding his hand out.
His voice was calm but firm and had an underlying command to it. My dick twitched as I went to him and took his hand.
"Right there Johnnie," Tom said quietly as he pulled my hand down to bring me to my knees between his legs.
I assumed the same position as I had with Warren. My hands folded, I looked down.
"No Johnnie. You can look at me. It's nice that you waited for me to give you that privilege though."
I raised my head and looked at Tom feeling comfortable in his presence.
"Tell me Johnnie, how do you feel wearing Beth's panties?"
"To be completely honest Tom, I feel, um, I feel silly."
"There's more Johnnie. You know it and so do I but you need to express it. Own it."
I thought long and hard. Yes, I knew what he wanted me to admit. Wearing panties after sucking a dick made me less than a man. Sure, I have a dick and that only makes me a male. But sucking dicks and leaving my wife to fuck that same dick makes me something else.
"I'm a submissive Tom. I'm a beta male. I didn't know until today though. When you were over last weekend and scolded me for interrupting you, well, you saw my reaction. But when Warren said that I'd actually gone to his place this morning knowing he'd want me to blow him made me understand. I am aroused by my shame."
"I can see that. It's a good thing that Beth is a big girl or your dick would burst through her panties."
We shared a laugh that when finished sealed an unspoken understanding between this young man and me. Our eyes met and he held my gaze. "You want me to Top you Johnnie? Do you wish to serve me, to be my sub?"
I took a deep breath, "Please," I whispered.
Tom reached out and caressed the side of my face. "Please what Johnnie?"
His thumb was tracing my lips as I gave him what he and both wanted. "Please let me serve you sir. Let me be you’re submissive."
"His thumb entered my mouth and we locked eyes as I sucked it knowing he wanted that.
"There are some things I will require of you. Things I want immediately. If you can do them, I will consider allowing you to serve my needs. Can you guess what the first one is?"
"Suck your cock?"
Tom laughed a bit, "No, not yet my eager cock sucker. Lose the body hair Johnnie. Go now. Shave your pubic hair, the hair on your arms, chest, and legs. Run along now. When you are finished return here where you are now in panties. Either those or Cindy's. I like my clean bois in panties Johnnie."
"Yes sir," I said rising and heading for the bathroom.
"Don't beat off while you're gone son."
"No sir, I mean yes sir. I..."
"Shut the fuck up Johnnie. Go get it done."
It took 40 minutes for me to complete my task. 40 minutes and two new razor blades. After applying an after-shave lotion, I pulled my panties back on. Nothing made me feel so submissive than shaving my body smooth and putting panties back on because a man told me do it.
I took my place between his legs, once again on my aching knees. "Wonderful Johnnie. Good boy. So far so good. Now, do you wish to suck my cock?"
"If it pleases you sir, may I?"
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to have you taking my cock in your mouth except there's something missing. Do you know what that is?"
I was unable to arrive at an answer.
"Your wife Johnnie. It would please me to no end to have her here watching you ask politely to suck my cock."
I said nothing. I should have known though. Tom had told Cindy and I that he preferred it that way. To shame me before my bride. To have her see me less than a man.
"I understand sir. We'll wait if you'd like."
"I like. Get me a drink. Get yourself one too boy."
We had a couple drinks while waiting for Cindy to return from fucking Warren. It was during this time that Tom shared with me the things he wanted, expected from me.
"In a scene Johnnie, I want you in panties each and every time. When you know I'm coming over, I expect to see you wearing them as your badge of devotion to my needs. I also expect you to wear a bright red thong when going about your chores at my house."
"Chores sir?"
"I want you to wash and wax my car every Saturday, weather permitting. You can do that after mowing my lawn. Is that clear?
"Yes sir."
Is your dick hard?"
"Yes sir," I blushed.
"That's a sign of a good sub Johnnie. I'm glad to hear it. I'm hard too. Getting a new boy excites me. Here, feel it," he said taking my hand and placing it on his cock.
"It's a nice cock sir."
"Thank you Johnnie. It's nice but it isn't anything huge like that."
I kept my hand on him squeezing, making him squirm.
That's the position I was in when Cindy walked in the door. "Un huh. I see my cock sucker is trying to get in your pants Tom," she said grinning.
"Oh my Johnnie. Where did your hair go?"
"Tom asked me to shave and I did."
"And did Tom let you suck his cock too?"
"No ma'am. He wanted to wait for you to return so you could watch."
"Remember when I said I wouldn't fuck you until your man here sucked my cock?"
"I certainly do. That's why Beth, Warren, and I worked out our little plan to have my man there learn his place."
"So you've shaved too?"
"Not yet."
Tom got up and walked toward the door. "Johnnie has some cleaning up duties to perform I suspect. Johnnie, clean your wife's nasty cunt and shave it nice and smooth. I'll be back tomorrow evening when we can discuss our future together. Johnnie already knows what I expect him to wear Cindy. I expect to find you naked and ready to fuck. Any questions?"
He wasn't being mean to either of us. His voice wasn't loud but it had an air of authority to it and Tom held himself tall, in a commanding sort of way that let us know he was serious and we should be too.
"No sir," Cindy and I chimed in together.
The door closed behind him leaving me and my wife alone to contemplate our futures.
"Don't you have something to do Johnnie?"
"What's that?"
"Didn't Tom tell you to clean my pussy?"
I didn't answer right off. I lay there wondering if I should further degrade myself, should I capitulate to Tom. How would my wife see me then? She already sees me as less than the man I was before she caught me with Warren. "Fuck it. I already know what his sperm tastes like," it dawned on me.
I moved under the sheets and between my wife's legs. Most of his seed had already seeping out into her panties. There was not much for me to do. I licked and lapped until she had her orgasm then we both fell asleep.
I called the office in the morning and told my secretary that I'd be working from home for the next few days and to forward all calls to me at my home number.
I made coffee and while it was brewing I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. Looking at my hairless body, I was beginning to get the feeling of buyer's remorse. How easily I'd succumbed to Warren's instructions and his cock. Looking down at my own pink dick, I watched it fill with blood at the thought of what I'd done.
What was it that Warren had said? He told me that I had entered a sub-zone, that I was a natural submissive and to give myself the pleasure nature had meant for me to enjoy.
Or something like that.
I soaped my erection and was jacking slowly when I remembered Tom telling me not to jack off.
I was at a crossroad here. On one hand I could obey Tom. On the other, I could continue to pleasure myself and let the evidence flow down the drain.
I let my dick go, finished my shower and put on my robe, naked underneath.
Sipping my coffee, I made up my mind to submit to Tom, if only for the experience. I knew my wife would be happy to hear that and I remembered that I was to shave her pubic hair before we asked him to Top us.
"I can't believe we're really doing this Johnnie."
We were on our knees, Cindy completely naked and me wearing Beth's panties. We were waiting for Tom's arrival.
After shaving my wife and putting on the required panties, I called Tom and invited him over. He made me promise him that we would not be wasting his time.
We were holding hands when he opened the door and saw us prepared as he told us to be when we became serious about asking him to be our Dom.
"Very nice," was all he said as he strode past us and settled into the recliner.
"Come to me pets."
We settled in, each of us on our knees, Cindy to his left, me to his right.
"I want each of you, one at a time to tell me why you asked me here today."
Cindy and I looked at each other, and then back up at Tom. "We asked you.....," We both started.
"One at a time children."
My dick was hard in the panties already but really began throbbing when he called us children. I was responding to his verbal insults in a positive way.
"You first Cindy," I said.
She looked at me as if to ask if I was sure. I gave her a slight nod.
"Tom," she began. "I am here, shaved and ready to be your sub. We asked you here today to give ourselves to you."
Tom smiled at my wife then turned to me.
"Tom, sir. Like my wife just said, I am ready to serve at your pleasure and for your pleasure, if you deem me worthy."
Tom smiled at us. "I am pleased that you came to me to fill those needs of yours. The need to serve one superior to you is a rare gift. I accept that gift from each of you. I will be your Dominant, your Top. I will be both benevolent and demanding. I will test you both, push you, and take you places where you have never imagined yourselves being. Do you understand me so far?"
"Yes sir," we chimed in unison. "Okay, good. Johnnie," he started by addressing me.
"Cunt," Tom said now addressing my wife. "Do you see how your husband begs to be my cock sucker?"
"I do."
"See how he kneels before me wearing panties, begging me to allow him to suck my dick, and acknowledging me as a superior man?"
"I do sir."
You must tell your wife she belongs to me now and you'll make no attempt to have anything but oral sex with her unless I give you my permission."
"Tom, if it pleases you, I surrender my wife, Cindy to your care and service. I recognize that I am not a man but a submissive in need of your guidance, training, and direction. It is my wish to serve you as you will have me serve."
"If you accept those terms, put on some loose clothing both of you and we shall go for a walk where you will help your young wife please me and then you will please me by taking my seed from her and swallowing it.
Are you ready and willing to do this? Yes we both answered without hesitation, and so we set off and so we were in the place chosen by Tom and Cindy serviced his cock and then he came in her mouth then I had her pass his seed into my mouth as we kissed.
The deed was done and we were now Tom’s submisive's as we waited and wondered what lay in store for us next!
