Sub training

[boywhore]

I'm curious - I have a measure of pride in my humiliation, and I consider myself fairly well trained. But my experiences have been .. in isolation, so to speak, I've only really served one Master, and I have nothing to compare myself to.

I should say that much of my play with my Master hinges on the fact that I consider myself to be straight. If accepting the straight male sub cocksucker is a bit of a stretch for you, I can relate.

My very first training had to do with sucking cock, perhaps unsurprisingly. It's not just about using lips and tongue to please the cock, it's also about maintaining eye contact, about unashamedly showing my pleasure when sucking the cock. It's about eagerly wanting to taste it, but respectfully awaiting permission.

Cum is also a major factor in my early training: To always swallow, to clean up anything I spill. Should my Master decide to cum on my face, he will wipe the cum off with his fingers, and I will lick them clean.

Spanking followed soon after. I'm not super keen on pain, but I adore the powerplay and humiliation - that my Master is entitled to spank me when he feels like it. I have been taught to present myself in a pleasing manner, legs spread wide, ass pushed back, arching my back - exposed and accessible. I've been taught to count the strokes, and to eagerly thank my Master once he's done.

It wasn't until later that we agreed on rules and rituals, defining proper behavior, modes of address, how I should dress and move and so on. We had a relaxed discussion on how to progress - with me on my knees, sucking his cock, but the point was for us to define my to humiliation and submission, together. A goal we'd set outselves and stive toward.

We agreed that I'd never show myself to him clothed. That I'd always kneel or crawl unless otherwise instructed. That I would greet him by kissing his shoes whenever we met. That I'd always have wine and snacks prepared. That I'd always wear a plug. I begged him to strip me of my masculinity - that he call me whore, and allow me to wear garters and stockings - and he allowed this.

This was the peak of our relationship, if you could call it that. We met fairly regularly, and I prided myself sucking lots of cock and being a devoted submissive.

But we started drifting apart. He was seeing a guy that was actually available for .. a more romantic relation. I had started seeing a girl. He never fucked me. It wasn't really his thing, he tried once but failed to complete.

I've sucked maybe 5 cocks total, and only my Master more than once. I haven't seen him in over a year.

This is how I was trained, and a near-total list of the services I was taught to perform. I'd like to hear from others - whether they have similar experiences, or different.

On a sidenote: It turns out that sharing all this has been tremendously arousing for me. I've never told anyone. I hope you feel I'm .. you know, properly trained.

 

[tristantrotsky]

I'm curious - I have a measure of pride in my humiliation, and I consider myself fairly well trained. But my experiences have been .. in isolation, so to speak, I've only really served one Master, and I have nothing to compare myself to.

I should say that much of my play with my Master hinges on the fact that I consider myself to be straight. If accepting the straight male sub cocksucker is a bit of a stretch for you, I can relate.

My very first training had to do with sucking cock, perhaps unsurprisingly. It's not just about using lips and tongue to please the cock, it's also about maintaining eye contact, about unashamedly showing my pleasure when sucking the cock. It's about eagerly wanting to taste it, but respectfully awaiting permission.

Cum is also a major factor in my early training: To always swallow, to clean up anything I spill. Should my Master decide to cum on my face, he will wipe the cum off with his fingers, and I will lick them clean.

Spanking followed soon after. I'm not super keen on pain, but I adore the powerplay and humiliation - that my Master is entitled to spank me when he feels like it. I have been taught to present myself in a pleasing manner, legs spread wide, ass pushed back, arching my back - exposed and accessible. I've been taught to count the strokes, and to eagerly thank my Master once he's done.

It wasn't until later that we agreed on rules and rituals, defining proper behavior, modes of address, how I should dress and move and so on. We had a relaxed discussion on how to progress - with me on my knees, sucking his cock, but the point was for us to define my to humiliation and submission, together. A goal we'd set outselves and stive toward.

We agreed that I'd never show myself to him clothed. That I'd always kneel or crawl unless otherwise instructed. That I would greet him by kissing his shoes whenever we met. That I'd always have wine and snacks prepared. That I'd always wear a plug. I begged him to strip me of my masculinity - that he call me whore, and allow me to wear garters and stockings - and he allowed this.

This was the peak of our relationship, if you could call it that. We met fairly regularly, and I prided myself sucking lots of cock and being a devoted submissive.

But we started drifting apart. He was seeing a guy that was actually available for .. a more romantic relation. I had started seeing a girl. He never fucked me. It wasn't really his thing, he tried once but failed to complete.

I've sucked maybe 5 cocks total, and only my Master more than once. I haven't seen him in over a year.

This is how I was trained, and a near-total list of the services I was taught to perform. I'd like to hear from others - whether they have similar experiences, or different.

On a sidenote: It turns out that sharing all this has been tremendously arousing for me. I've never told anyone. I hope you feel I'm .. you know, properly trained.

You don’t need a sub or slave training program, all you need is one firm patient master. I was fortunate in this respect, as a confused and mixed-up early-twenties guy unsure of my sexual orientation I was lucky enough to encounter an older (married) gentleman who helped me out. It was he who knew my needs better than I know myself, and allowed me to see clearly my natural need to be a submissive cocksucker, he patiently coaxed and encouraged me through all those early sessions as I choked and spluttered on his big beautiful erection, embarrassed and self-conscious by the obvious inadequacy of my technique. I was eager and enthusiastic to learn, crouched naked there with his cock in my mouth, sucking and sucking at it, taking it a little deeper, learning how to take the sudden flood of spunk that fills my mouth, swallow and keep sucking. Later he took me further into face-fucking and deep-throating, by then I’d benefitted from his tuition and gratefully accepted more. Once our relationship was at an end, after a brief panicky period of isolation, I met another guy who took my sentimental education further, into anal, serving other men, light bondage and cross-dressing for his pleasure. I am grateful to both of them, and will continue to derive pleasure and satisfaction from their gifts in future relationships with new men in new situations...
There was something I used to do with my Boyfriend which he just loved to watch. Once he’d cum in my mouth after a long mutually-satisfying blowjob, and I’d swallowed his ejaculate, I’d withdraw it just a little, and bite down very gently on the plummy head of his big delicious cock, not hard enough to hurt, just enough pressure to coax the last few pearly drops of his spunk out from the cock-tip and onto my tongue so I could lick it away.