Blakely123
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I've never found a woman who will make me her slave... But one day my dream will cum true
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"I fight with myself, because to me it seems that being truly submissive ultimately gives you all the power...as in, I am allowing you to do this to me, because I want it."
that.
I have to agree ... submissive men are really sexy
Absolutely.
Because it is such a gift.
I like face sitting and intense oral... And oh my god that is so accepting and generous. To have a man delighting in doing it and wanting to do it as long as you want .... And adoring how much I love it - damn that's better than diamonds!!
The last time my special guy did that for me (the day before he flew away) ... after an incredible series of orgasms I collapsed off his face like a rag doll to see him lying there with a blissful smile and a glistening face... As he said "that was heaven". I just adored him at that moment... And curled my body around to hold him and cherish him.
Fuck yeah - if I don't appreciate that I don't deserve it.
Great response! Can you provide a link to the actual discussion in fetlife so those of us who are members can go check it out? I love your post above and would like to take a look at the whole discussion.Wow, I love this thread! Submissive men are certainly very beautiful. Mmm.
There was a FetLife discussion titled "F/m Manga and Anime Recommendations" from the group "Submissive men and women who love them" which contained some interesting responses relevant to this conversation. For those intrigued by female-created media centered around male submission, I'll copy and paste my response to that thread here:
"If you're ever interested in analyzing yaoi from a sociological perspective, there's a great book titled 'Boys' Love Manga: Essays on the Sexual Ambiguity and Cross-Cultural Fandom of the Genre.' It discusses male objectification in relation to female arousal, along with a bunch of other fascinating topics. One of the chapters, titled '101 Uses for Boys: Communing with the Reader in Yaoi and Slash,' closes with this awesome paragraph: 'Slash and yaoi interrupt the dominant narratives of manga, television, and even pornography by giving females a chance to play with boys and the male body in ways that male authors/artists have traditionally assumed to be their right to manipulate and play with the female body. In the worlds of yaoi and slash, it is the male body that is on display. And here it has been rendered poseable, penetrable, and subject to disruptions that serve to queer the dominant narratives in playful and irreverent ways. Playing with boys in ways that the creators of the original television characters never intended (in the case of slash) or that the creators of the original manga genres never foresaw is an essential aspect of the pleasure of these texts. A whole new toy box has been opened by these genres for female artists, writers, and readers.'"
My first Sir, J, was a bi switch. While he was quite the dominant with me, he was submissive to the primary man in our collective relationship, D (with whom I had a relationship mostly as friends, though we had a few...difficult-to-describe moments). I was very rarely allowed to view the submissive side of J. When I was new to the relationship he didn't want me to confuse The Way Things Were Supposed to Be. As we all grew together, things became a bit more relaxed. I was gifted with the chance to watch a few sessions involving items J wanted to introduce me to, with him as the subject; I think it was in part to reassure me (I can take this, so will you).
One year, on his birthday, the three of us went to the old Hellfire Club in NYC. (I was living in Brooklyn at the time, and a regular member--yes, I'm olllld.) I was appointed as assistant for the evening, while D played with J. It was, quite honestly, one of the sexiest, hottest, and most beautiful evenings of my life. They'd been together for several years and knew each other quite well, of course. The way they moved, reacted and did the dance with each other was incredible. There was no humiliation, no belittling, none of the stereotyped 'sissy' attitude (and I'm not demeaning that, IF both parties are into that form of expression). J was 'all man' even in service. It's really very hard to describe the sense of strength and...dignity (?) that ran as a strong undercurrent through the whole scene, the entire night really.
On a very physical level, J was just gorgeous, and D (who wasn't my type) had this very sexy air of concentration that was completely unexpected. I wish I could pull it all out of my head and share it as stills or video, I truly do.
One of my favorite posts from this thread.
I love how DS describes J as having been, 'All man, even in service.' What a lovely image.
I agree with you Honey. That was a great description DS gave us.