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serv·ice
ˈsərvəs/Submit
noun

the action of helping or doing work for someone.
"millions are involved in voluntary service"
synonyms: favor, kindness, good turn, helping hand

I like being in service to someone. At the risk of dragging twue submission in to this, being "in service" is part of how I define my submission, which carries over in to my day to day life.

Keeping it to oral, since that's where we are :) service is - for me - surface. Hey! We're having sex, one thing leads to another, I'm sucking your cock and then we fuck.


ser·vi·tude
ˈsərvəˌt(y)o͞od/Submit
noun
the state of being a slave or completely subject to someone more powerful.
synonyms: slavery, enslavement, bondage, subjugation, subjection, domination

When in service to my guy, there's a tipping point when having his cock in my mouth becomes servitude. I'm no longer a happy go lucky mouth, trying to control his cock. Instead, the blow job scale tips and I offer up my mouth for his need. I no longer direct or control my mouth or my hands - it's no longer about MY need to show him I'm the best cocksucker ever.

Ok wait. Yeah yeah - of course, I want to be the best cocksucker ever always!! :)

But sometimes I'm working too hard to prove this. Making assumptions about his need. I want to control his cock, his pleasure because it suits me. Maybe there's a fine line between the idea of service and servitude. But when that scale tips, I turn off that tape in my head of what I think a pornstar cocksucking performance should look like to focusing solely on his pleasure. His responses.

It doesn't mean I become passive. I'm still an active participant!!

Am I splitting hairs here? It doesn't feel like it when I'm in it but I think I'm having a difficult time explaining the joy of servitude.
 
This is a post from the original servitude thread, in 2005, from TaintedB

What I think I like most about this idea of humble oral servitude as we've discussed it so far in this thread is how well it embodies the more general concept of unfairness in sex. I mean, the concept of one person getting all the goodies while the other person does all the hard work or endures the suffering, perhaps to be rudely dismissed and completely forgotten when she's done her dirty work.

Unfair sex, as erotic as it may be mentally for the person sucking the short end of the stick, is still frustratingly unfair. But for me, it's at the core of my libido. It's what I was fantasizing about when I was young: being treated extremely unfairly, especially in an erotic situation. Obviously, I didn't know what the word erotic meant back then but I remember telling myself stories of being enslaved or imprisoned by mean men or boys, and forced to do whatever they wanted me to do, even when it was extremely uncomfortable or painful or embarassing or shocking to me.

The fantasies never changed for me. I still like exactly the same things as I liked when I first became conscious, although I like to think my fantasies are a bit more sophisticated then they were then... but sometimes I wonder. I do know though that the more unfairly I am treated before sex, during sex, and after sex the more I experience this intensely erotic "all's right with the world and I am in the perfect place --right where I belong" sort of feeling. Anybody else ever feel this way?
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Inequity leads to servitude. I like her statement that "all's right with the world and I am in the perfect place -- right where I belong."
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cookiecat said:
serv·ice
ˈsərvəs/Submit
noun

the action of helping or doing work for someone.
"millions are involved in voluntary service"
synonyms: favor, kindness, good turn, helping hand

I like being in service to someone. At the risk of dragging twue submission in to this, being "in service" is part of how I define my submission, which carries over in to my day to day life.

Keeping it to oral, since that's where we are :) service is - for me - surface. Hey! We're having sex, one thing leads to another, I'm sucking your cock and then we fuck.


ser·vi·tude
ˈsərvəˌt(y)o͞od/Submit
noun
the state of being a slave or completely subject to someone more powerful.
synonyms: slavery, enslavement, bondage, subjugation, subjection, domination

When in service to my guy, there's a tipping point when having his cock in my mouth becomes servitude. I'm no longer a happy go lucky mouth, trying to control his cock. Instead, the blow job scale tips and I offer up my mouth for his need. I no longer direct or control my mouth or my hands - it's no longer about MY need to show him I'm the best cocksucker ever.

Ok wait. Yeah yeah - of course, I want to be the best cocksucker ever always!! :)

But sometimes I'm working too hard to prove this. Making assumptions about his need. I want to control his cock, his pleasure because it suits me. Maybe there's a fine line between the idea of service and servitude. But when that scale tips, I turn off that tape in my head of what I think a pornstar cocksucking performance should look like to focusing solely on his pleasure. His responses.

It doesn't mean I become passive. I'm still an active participant!!

Am I splitting hairs here? It doesn't feel like it when I'm in it but I think I'm having a difficult time explaining the joy of servitude.
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No. You aren't. Or, if you are, let's split those hairs. It's important.

Nothing wrong with a BJ, right guys and gals? Right.
This thread goes beyond the BJ.
It's the desire. To please. To be completely his, and letting him know that in this very intimate way. With my mouth and my tongue and my lips and my throat. With my tears, gags and moans.

It stops being about me, and in being about him, I am deeply happy as well.
I'm not taking a selfie. I'm too busy being his.
My intent, my servitude, is because of him. This is a way of expressing it.
 
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As far as the difference between service and servitude, I find the difference to be in the nature of the relationship between those involved. For instance, I can find many people willing to perform a service for me, that's the basis of a service economy right? I have x and I'll give it to you for performing y. Servitude however, is about performing a service without compensation. Thats not to say that you might not enjoy it, but thats just incidental.
 
U got it, Far....

Farawyn said:
No. You aren't. Or, if you are, let's split those hairs. It's important.

Nothing wrong with a BJ, right guys and gals? Right.
This thread goes beyond the BJ.
It's the desire. To please. To be completely his, and letting him know that in this very intimate way. With my mouth and my tongue and my lips and my throat. With my tears, gags and moans.

It stops being about me, and in being about him, I am deeply happy as well.
I'm not taking a selfie. I'm too busy being his.
My intent, my servitude, is because of him. This is a way of expressing it.
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Not just submission, but more than that. When I suck off my gay dude, it has a meaning for me prolly diffo than what it does for him. Maybe its nothing more than letting him know you really wanna please him, and you love sucking his cock. He is the only gay cock I have, playing with sissies and CD's is diffo to me, since to me, they are femmes.
 
During my years of work travel I became a regular guest at a few hotels, and over time I got to know more and more people. Not well by any means. The surroundings and people were comforting but most recognition was shared with passing glances and nods. We still went about our own ways with a huge amount of anonymity. This backdrop brought to the surface all sorts of naughty thoughts. Including the topic of this discussion.

I wondered if I could offer such a thing on one of those trips and ask nothing in return. Could I be that person? How in heck would I even bring it up? It seemed so strange to be thinking that way.

One trip evening, and for some innocuous reason, I was chatting in the doorway of a guest just down the hall. Looking past his shoulder I could see towels strewn and the hint of humidity. The washroom was right by the door. I knew he had recently showered and I somewhat triggered lol. As we talked and connected a voice within said "it's time". I quietly blurted out my thoughts and immediately had a "oh frick did I just say that" moment. I got back a look of complete surprise but willfully followed by an invite inside. Once the door closed behind me it all felt surreal. The voice within now saying "if you don't get out right now the guy's dick is going in your mouth". I was kind of frozen and just followed him deeper into the room.

I remember wondering if he had a significant other yet didn't want to know. Neither of us were young young. I was late 30's and long separated. He maybe a half dozen years older. We did one of those awkward name introductions "hi.. hi". followed by a totally weird time for a hand shake. He sort of hand gestured an invite for me to choose "the spot". I chose the chair at the room work desk. Now it was a matter of what clothes were coming off and I somewhat defensively offered top off only for how far that would go. He helped me out of the top and I helped him lower his pants. I remember at no time did the attire pass his ankles. He was not big by any stretch and was circ'd. At no time did either of us mention a condom or finish before the act started.

So there I was him inside and my voice within saying things like "I don't think this is a dream.. this is sluttier than oh holy frick.. would you dare let him go off in there?..". It didn't even occur to me that there would be pre-cum. It was a almost gag moment when I realized that was already happening. The voice within lending comfort that it wasn't so bad, but I still didn't want him to full out ejac in my mouth. As he signalled being close to letting go we had this weird little negotiation going. (paraphrased) Me.."tell me before".. He "awe, it will be ok".. Me " Are you clean?" (a little late for that conversation).. He "yes" (what's he going to say?).

Sorry to spoil the fun. His initial salvo got in but the rest found a different resting place.

I will admit I was not in a good state of mind when I left. It took me several days to mend my thoughts and appreciate how liberating it felt to follow through on it.

There were several future trips although only a few more OS experiences. Now older and wiser (but not so much the looker unfortunately) I still give thought to a solo getaway. Lets see what my points card can do for that.
 
lavenderfresh said:
During my years of work travel I became a regular guest at a few hotels, and over time I got to know more and more people. Not well by any means. The surroundings and people were comforting but most recognition was shared with passing glances and nods. We still went about our own ways with a huge amount of anonymity. This backdrop brought to the surface all sorts of naughty thoughts. Including the topic of this discussion.

I wondered if I could offer such a thing on one of those trips and ask nothing in return. Could I be that person? How in heck would I even bring it up? It seemed so strange to be thinking that way.

One trip evening, and for some innocuous reason, I was chatting in the doorway of a guest just down the hall. Looking past his shoulder I could see towels strewn and the hint of humidity. The washroom was right by the door. I knew he had recently showered and I somewhat triggered lol. As we talked and connected a voice within said "it's time". I quietly blurted out my thoughts and immediately had a "oh frick did I just say that" moment. I got back a look of complete surprise but willfully followed by an invite inside. Once the door closed behind me it all felt surreal. The voice within now saying "if you don't get out right now the guy's dick is going in your mouth". I was kind of frozen and just followed him deeper into the room.

I remember wondering if he had a significant other yet didn't want to know. Neither of us were young young. I was late 30's and long separated. He maybe a half dozen years older. We did one of those awkward name introductions "hi.. hi". followed by a totally weird time for a hand shake. He sort of hand gestured an invite for me to choose "the spot". I chose the chair at the room work desk. Now it was a matter of what clothes were coming off and I somewhat defensively offered top off only for how far that would go. He helped me out of the top and I helped him lower his pants. I remember at no time did the attire pass his ankles. He was not big by any stretch and was circ'd. At no time did either of us mention a condom or finish before the act started.

So there I was him inside and my voice within saying things like "I don't think this is a dream.. this is sluttier than oh holy frick.. would you dare let him go off in there?..". It didn't even occur to me that there would be pre-cum. It was a almost gag moment when I realized that was already happening. The voice within lending comfort that it wasn't so bad, but I still didn't want him to full out ejac in my mouth. As he signalled being close to letting go we had this weird little negotiation going. (paraphrased) Me.."tell me before".. He "awe, it will be ok".. Me " Are you clean?" (a little late for that conversation).. He "yes" (what's he going to say?).

Sorry to spoil the fun. His initial salvo got in but the rest found a different resting place.

I will admit I was not in a good state of mind when I left. It took me several days to mend my thoughts and appreciate how liberating it felt to follow through on it.

There were several future trips although only a few more OS experiences. Now older and wiser (but not so much the looker unfortunately) I still give thought to a solo getaway. Lets see what my points card can do for that.
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Service or servitude?
 
TheWhiteBull said:
As far as the difference between service and servitude, I find the difference to be in the nature of the relationship between those involved. For instance, I can find many people willing to perform a service for me, that's the basis of a service economy right? I have x and I'll give it to you for performing y. Servitude however, is about performing a service without compensation. Thats not to say that you might not enjoy it, but thats just incidental.
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Lending someone that's yours out; Is that a service? Is she doing it out of sevitidue towards you?

I'm just wondering about intent.

I see cookie's links up there way differently from the one you posted with the 3 girls looking at the camera, sharing a cock.
Their intent is on their own appearance, not on his pleasure.
What are they submitting to? Who are they serving?
It looks like themselves.
At least, in that link it does, which is all we have to express ourselves.
Oh, besides our words.
 
Actually, Far...

Farawyn said:
Lending someone that's yours out; Is that a service? Is she doing it out of sevitidue towards you?

I'm just wondering about intent.

I see cookie's links up there way differently from the one you posted with the 3 girls looking at the camera, sharing a cock.
Their intent is on their own appearance, not on his pleasure.
What are they submitting to? Who are they serving?
It looks like themselves.
At least, in that link it does, which is all we have to express ourselves.
Oh, besides our words.
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U got it exactly right. U can tell intent in a cocksucker's eyes. They arent there for him.
 
cookiecat said:
serv·ice
ˈsərvəs/Submit
noun

the action of helping or doing work for someone.
"millions are involved in voluntary service"
synonyms: favor, kindness, good turn, helping hand

I like being in service to someone. At the risk of dragging twue submission in to this, being "in service" is part of how I define my submission, which carries over in to my day to day life.

Keeping it to oral, since that's where we are :) service is - for me - surface. Hey! We're having sex, one thing leads to another, I'm sucking your cock and then we fuck.


ser·vi·tude
ˈsərvəˌt(y)o͞od/Submit
noun
the state of being a slave or completely subject to someone more powerful.
synonyms: slavery, enslavement, bondage, subjugation, subjection, domination

When in service to my guy, there's a tipping point when having his cock in my mouth becomes servitude. I'm no longer a happy go lucky mouth, trying to control his cock. Instead, the blow job scale tips and I offer up my mouth for his need. I no longer direct or control my mouth or my hands - it's no longer about MY need to show him I'm the best cocksucker ever.

Ok wait. Yeah yeah - of course, I want to be the best cocksucker ever always!! :)

But sometimes I'm working too hard to prove this. Making assumptions about his need. I want to control his cock, his pleasure because it suits me. Maybe there's a fine line between the idea of service and servitude. But when that scale tips, I turn off that tape in my head of what I think a pornstar cocksucking performance should look like to focusing solely on his pleasure. His responses.

It doesn't mean I become passive. I'm still an active participant!!

Am I splitting hairs here? It doesn't feel like it when I'm in it but I think I'm having a difficult time explaining the joy of servitude.
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OH OMG, Cookie, I love the way your mind works.
 
lavenderfresh said:
During my years of work travel I became a regular guest at a few hotels, and over time I got to know more and more people. Not well by any means. The surroundings and people were comforting but most recognition was shared with passing glances and nods. We still went about our own ways with a huge amount of anonymity. This backdrop brought to the surface all sorts of naughty thoughts. Including the topic of this discussion.

I wondered if I could offer such a thing on one of those trips and ask nothing in return. Could I be that person? How in heck would I even bring it up? It seemed so strange to be thinking that way.

One trip evening, and for some innocuous reason, I was chatting in the doorway of a guest just down the hall. Looking past his shoulder I could see towels strewn and the hint of humidity. The washroom was right by the door. I knew he had recently showered and I somewhat triggered lol. As we talked and connected a voice within said "it's time". I quietly blurted out my thoughts and immediately had a "oh frick did I just say that" moment. I got back a look of complete surprise but willfully followed by an invite inside. Once the door closed behind me it all felt surreal. The voice within now saying "if you don't get out right now the guy's dick is going in your mouth". I was kind of frozen and just followed him deeper into the room.

I remember wondering if he had a significant other yet didn't want to know. Neither of us were young young. I was late 30's and long separated. He maybe a half dozen years older. We did one of those awkward name introductions "hi.. hi". followed by a totally weird time for a hand shake. He sort of hand gestured an invite for me to choose "the spot". I chose the chair at the room work desk. Now it was a matter of what clothes were coming off and I somewhat defensively offered top off only for how far that would go. He helped me out of the top and I helped him lower his pants. I remember at no time did the attire pass his ankles. He was not big by any stretch and was circ'd. At no time did either of us mention a condom or finish before the act started.

So there I was him inside and my voice within saying things like "I don't think this is a dream.. this is sluttier than oh holy frick.. would you dare let him go off in there?..". It didn't even occur to me that there would be pre-cum. It was a almost gag moment when I realized that was already happening. The voice within lending comfort that it wasn't so bad, but I still didn't want him to full out ejac in my mouth. As he signalled being close to letting go we had this weird little negotiation going. (paraphrased) Me.."tell me before".. He "awe, it will be ok".. Me " Are you clean?" (a little late for that conversation).. He "yes" (what's he going to say?).

Sorry to spoil the fun. His initial salvo got in but the rest found a different resting place.

I will admit I was not in a good state of mind when I left. It took me several days to mend my thoughts and appreciate how liberating it felt to follow through on it.

There were several future trips although only a few more OS experiences. Now older and wiser (but not so much the looker unfortunately) I still give thought to a solo getaway. Lets see what my points card can do for that.
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Gawd, I just melted. WOW
 
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