Submission Came Out of Nowhere!

The first time I got dominated was 20 years ago, and it happened unplanned one afternoon, in my apartment.

I had been gently pursuing sex from a 25 year old man, named Vu, for a few months without any success. We had become friends, and while it felt he wasn't necessarily rejecting me, he also wasn't responding sexually. He was slim, boyish, also girlish, with average looks. I think most people would make the mistake of stereotyping him as a bottom, and probably as someone who would be a submissive partner. Some of that would likely be racial profiling, but also his obvious femininity and petite size. And it turned out he was hung like a hamster. His cock and balls made him look like an underdeveloped teenager.

But there was something about him, and he did seem interested in me on some level. So we were in my living room having coffee one day when he eventually explained (after yet another come on from me) that he wasn't responding sexually to me because he was a Dom. My eyebrows raised a little at that point, but that didn't bother him in the slightest.

I admitted some curiosity about Dom/sub sex, but also that I knew nothing about it beyond the obvious stereotypes, so I asked him how he went about dominating a guy who was bigger than himself. I was stuck in cliches and ignorance.

To my surprise, he invited me to suck his cock, right then and there, so long as I agreed to follow his instructions on how to do it. I thought this was too good to be true. I hadn't gotten laid in a few weeks, and had become convinced I was never going to get Vu into bed, much less today. This sudden reversal of fortunes was wonderful. I was happy to suck him because I figured it would end up with me flipping him over and plowing his tiny little hole while he squealed about me being too big.

We got onto my bed. He told me to strip naked while he unbuttoned his pants.

"Don't you want to get naked too?" I asked.

"This is all on my terms", he replied. "You agreed that you would follow my instructions. If not, put your clothes back on right now."

To this day I cannot discern what it was about the way in which he said that, but I got instantly hard.

"Sounds good", I said. "What would you like me to do?"

For the next few minutes he gave me a few simple commands on how to suck his cock. It was very easy to take him entirely in my mouth because of just how small he was, even fully erect. Of course I was thinking this was going very well because he was rock hard almost immediately. Him having such a small cock meant I was never going to choke on it, and that I wasn't going to have to work very hard to make him cum. So what if he looked a tad too teenage? At least he had a bush of pubic hair.

I had just begun to taste some pre-cum when he had me move onto licking his balls. They were also tiny and had started to shrink up into his taint. All I could do was lick, as he had instructed, because there wasn't enough there for me to hold in my mouth.

"Just lick the left one only", said Vu, and so I did.

I was starting to get bored. As horny as I'd been at the unexpected offer of sex, I wasn't finding this to be much of a turn on after all. So pretty soon I stopped licking the nub of what was theoretically his left testicle. I was thinking I might go back to his cock in hopes of more pre-cum.

He immediately asked, "Did I say that you could stop doing that?" And again there was this indescribable, inexplicable way he said it, that got me hard again. I couldn't figure it out then. I still can't now.

"Stay here and lie face down on the bed" he said. "I'm going to get some things from my bag. Spread-eagle yourself and then do not move."

He didn't need to repeat his threat of ending the session. I complied willingly because I was curious about what was going to happen, but also because I was quickly realizing that I really liked having a guy tell me specifically what to do.

My attempts at sex with women had been pathetic and unenjoyable. But the first time I had sex with a man my head exploded. I knew instantly that I was gay because everything just felt right and wonderfully exciting. Or, almost, but not quite entirely. With Vu telling me what to do, and the way in which he was speaking, I suddenly felt like I had found the missing jigsaw piece in my sex life.

Vu came back into the room and took a cuff and some rope out of his bag. Within a minute he had my hands secured. I was excited! This was more like it. An element of the Domination stuff I had wondered about. Right about the time he had my ankles cuffed I started feeling a bit of panic. Actually, not panic, but some unease. How well did I really know this guy?

He had not only moved faster than I could have imagined to tie me down, but it turned out he had done a really good job of it. I couldn't move. I had a mix of feelings of arousal and vulnerability. And my cock was rock hard.

Vu dropped his pants and sat himself down on the bed just in front of my face. He put his cock into my mouth and told me just to hold it there. I wasn't allowed to suck. He started talking about how he had become a Dom. He explained that he cums very easily and quickly, and then can't get hard again for hours.

"I convinced a guy to let me fuck him once", he said, "but before he could finish asking 'are you in yet' I had shot my load and was getting soft. Add to that, pretty much the only guys who want to see me naked are the pedophiles, and I have no interest in them. Plus I'm just not a bottom. I don't enjoy it."

"I'm the oldest of four kids", he continued, "so my parents always put me in charge. Turns out I found it easy to get my brothers and sisters to do what I wanted. So when I started having sex I just decided to take those skills and tell guys what I wanted. And well, they did."

All of this was like when the dentist is telling you some long story and you can't respond because your mouth is full of his hand and instruments. In this case Vu's little cock was almost like having a pacifier in my mouth. I noticed I was starting to relax.

Vu got up and left the bedroom. I could hear a few indistinct noises and was starting to wonder what he was going to do next when I heard the sound of my front door open, and then close. I even heard the key turn in the lock.

Did that little fucker just go out and leave me tied up in my own apartment? I tried to get a hand free, or a leg, but absolutely nothing was moving. I felt a mix of emotions. For sure this was exciting, but also a bit worrying. I hadn't pegged him as being homicidal, so I was trying to convince myself to just go with the flow. I would have been more worried if this was just some random guy I'd met recently, but I'd known Vu for months.

I suddenly remembered that I had told at least one friend that Vu was coming over today. I was pretty sure Vu knew that too, so the thought that I was going to die of starvation in my own apartment started to recede, and strangely, I began to relax. I couldn't do a damn thing. I was off the hook from doing housework, making dinner, doing paperwork. There was literally nothing I could do, and suddenly I realized that that was incredibly liberating. Vu had, in a weird way, given me a brief vacation from all responsibility. All I could do was lie there. I had, for the time being, zero responsibilities.

You can probably guess what happened next. I fell asleep. I woke up when I suddenly felt Vu's hand spank my ass. He could really hit hard for a little guy.

I could see in a mirror that he was dressed in different clothes than earlier.

"What the actual fuck", I said. "Did you go home and change?"

"I have dinner plans near here, and I didn't know I was going to waste my afternoon tying you up, so I needed to multitask. Plus you obviously enjoyed a nap. So what's the big deal?"

I started to speak, but then decided to say nothing. He had a point. And I didn't want to get into an argument while I was still reliant on him to release me.

"Would you like me to untie you" he asked?

"Yes, please. I need to pee."

"And what if I told you I'd only untie you if you first pissed the bed?"

"Seriously? Is that what you want me to do? Because I'd really rather not ruin an almost new, $700 mattress."

"Should have spent a few more bucks on a mattress cover."

"Well, actually I did. And I have hardwood floors. So to be honest, it would mainly be about mopping the floor. If that's what you want..."

"Not today. Not for this first session. But I want you to think about something. I want you to put some thought into what elements of this have been sexually stimulating for you."

"First session? You think I'm going to let you do this to me again?"

"Oh, I know that you are. Or at least I know that you're going to want me too. The question will be whether you'll have the courage to make yourself vulnerable with me again, based on today. But I know for sure you'll want to."

He was right, of course.

"Here's what you're going to do. Spend the next two days thinking about your sexual fantasies, and what you'd like me to do to you, then send me a text exactly 48 hours from now with your list, but only if you're committing to another sesion.

Even though I'm a Dom, I like to give guys their sexual fantasies. Always on my terms, but the session will usually end with my sub getting his wish fulfilled, provided we've gotten there the way that I want.

For example, I have a guy with a diaper fetish. In a scene like this one he'll spend the whole time waiting for me to give him permission to fill his diaper. Of course he could do it at any time, but he doesn't. I've trained him to wait for my permission because that's what he wants. He both craves and needs my permission to soil himself. It's as simple as that."

"Well fuck me"

"If that's what you want."

"I wasn't being literal. Well, perhaps with toys."

"As much fun as this has been, I have to go."

He removed the cuff on one ankle, and then the other, and then my left wrist. My right was tied with a rope. By the time I had it untied he was gone.

I slept really well that night but kept going back and forth in my mind about what my sexual list would be, and whether I would do another session. But he was right. In my heart I knew I had to submit to him again. It had just been too exciting on a whole new level, to have him giving me these deceptively simple commands. I literally could never think of a time anyone else had taken that much interest in dictating sex to me, but I really liked it.

Oh and the next day I discovered two things. Inside the medicine cabinet door he had written OBEY with a Sharpie. And the spare key for my front door was missing.