His Complete Acquiescence

Part One

 

I always knew I was submissive. The hard part was admitting it to other people…and by other people I mean my girlfriends. Whenever I had sex, I always wanted them to be on top. Whenever there was a shared decision to be made, I wanted her to make it. Whoever the woman was didn’t matter. For five years after I graduated college I had a series of girlfriends. They were all, sadly, interchangeable. I’d start dating one, reveal that I was submissive in bed—and elsewhere in my life—and they would shortly dump me because they didn’t want to have that type of guy as their boyfriend.

It took a little while, but I smartened up and started looking for a girlfriend online. There are dozens, maybe hundreds, of sites catering to my particular need. Unfortunately they were mostly populated by men. The women were few and far between.

Ilona was my savior. She answered my email. I was always respectful towards her in our online chats and messages. I didn’t try to make her dominate me over the internet. That could wait. I had read all the warnings and advice I could. If a female domme was ready to pick you out of the crowd you couldn’t make her domme you or choose you. You had to wait for her to make the selection.

I thought our first official face to face date was going perfectly. I dressed in a casual suit and tie. I picked her up at her house. I opened every door between the car and the restaurant. I spoke to her with great respect, as if I were wooing the daughter of a minister who was eager to let the right young man pull off her panties, but only the right young man.

The conversation was bland but pleasant. We talked about everything except sex and a dom/sub pairing. We had already talked about that plenty online. After the waiter cleared away the salads and we were waiting she looked at me glumly and said, “You’ve got to stop the way you’re acting right now.”

“The way I’m acting?” I asked innocently.

“Look, I’ve gone out with plenty of guys who want to be submissive all the time, even out in public. I’m not going through it again.”

“But, I’m just being respectful,” I insisted.

She shook her head. “It’s too much. You need to find a balance.”

“But…what do I do?” I was losing the only opportunity I was ever going to get with a dominant woman.

“Be yourself.”

I was about to insist that respectful, quiet, humble me was myself. But that wasn’t going to work with Ilona. “Don’t be respectful and polite?” I asked.

“Don’t make it your whole being,” she said. “Have a little more personality.” She leaned in and half-whispered, “Breaking down a submissive man is half the fun.”

I found my backbone and talked about my job (I had just been promoted to a supervisor position), I talked about politics (liberal and proud, dammit!), I talked about religion (stop thumping your Bible, God hate that and only that).

It worked she took me home and fucked the shit out of me. Not literally. I did everything I could to please her. She made a few requests (“Faster!” “Slower!” “Slam it into me!”) that I treated like demands. We left each other exhausted and she left my place that night. She wasn’t the type of girl who slept over at a guy’s house on the first date. It was okay to fuck him on the first date, but not to spend the night. She was a nice girl with manners.

She called me the next day and asked if I wanted to continue dating. I was in heaven.

We seriously dated. I moved into her place. I did everything a good submissive does for a good dom. I made dinner and cleaned the house. I shaved her legs and pussy. I ate her pussy whenever she demanded it. She spanked my ass whenever she had the desire to do so. She spanked my ass whenever she thought I was out of line.

I didn’t mind being spanked by her hand. That was nice, actually. I didn’t mind it when she found a pair of black leather driving gloves and spanked me with those. Spankings that way hurt more, but it was a pleasant, warming sting. The cane she kept in the closet for when she was pissed off at me or when I had been particularly bad I hated. It left stripes. It made it hard for me to sit down. It kept me in my place.

We weren’t that far into our relationship when she came home one day with a dog collar. It was for me. I was very excited to see it in her hand. My cock got hard immediately.

“This isn’t an official collaring,” she told me as she fastened it around my neck. It was black leather and buckled just like a regular dog collar because that’s exactly what it was.

“It’s not?” I asked. I was kneeling before her wearing only jeans. My shirt was off and I was barefoot.

“I don’t play those silly little games some dom/sub couples play,” she explained. I knew that of course but my brain stopped functioning once I saw the collar. “We can get you a nice necklace that can be your symbolic collar, but this one has practical purposes.” And with this she pulled a leash out of the bag from the pet store.

The collar and leash weren’t anything special. They weren’t hundred dollar items custom bondage gear items ordered off websites. It was a psychological hold, not a physical one. But they were for me. “You aren’t to touch the collar or leash unless I give you special permission, okay?”

“Of course,” I agreed. The collar wasn’t tight around my neck, but I knew it was going to take some getting used to. She snapped the leash to the collar’s D-ring and tugged on it gently to bring me to the bedroom. I followed her swaying ass happily. This was exactly what I wanted with my life. She threaded the end of the leash through the post on the corner of the bed. It was hardly high security, but I knew I wouldn’t touch it without her permission.

The least was about six feet long, just enough to let me move around the bed. “Take off your pants and underwear,” she said. I quickly complied, showing off my hard cock to her. She glanced down and smiled at it, flicking it with her finger. I was sure we were going to have sex. I was ready.

“I have one more present for you,” she said and dipped her hand into the bag once more. I thought she had brought it along to toss in the trash in the corner of the bedroom. I was wrong. She plucked a small tag from it and showed it to me. It was a red metal heart, the sort where you can buy and customize on a machine in the pet store. On one side it was engraved with my name, Alan, on the other it said “Sub”. “I want you to wear this for me,” she said as she slid the tag onto the ring of the collar. I was ecstatic.

“Of course.”

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. What other answer would I have given?

“Is there anything you won’t do for me?”

I should have given my answer a bit more thought, but I was a horny sub in love. “No.”

“Good. I have something to tell you. I’m only telling you because I respect you and you deserve to know. It won’t change our relationship unless you let it.”

I was worried but I tried not to let it show. “What?” My voice didn’t quaver when I asked it. That made me relieved.

“I have a date tonight. It’s a guy I’ve been talking to online. He’s not a sub. He’s just a guy I want to fuck. I need to do this.”

“What?” My brain wasn’t registering what she was saying. Ilona just continued. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“I want you to stay here in bed waiting for me. After he fucks me, I’ll come home to you. I’m not going to have a relationship with him. It’s just sex. I need sex from more than one man. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I replied numbly. I didn’t, but I said I did.

“If you are good, if you stay here in the bedroom chained up like a good boy, naked with only your collar, we can have sex tonight, okay?”

“Why?” I asked. I wasn’t crying. At least I was pretty sure I wasn’t crying.

“Because I need to do this. My body, my psyche, craves more than just one man. Because you are my sub and I am your domme and you need to do what I tell you.” She gently pushed me down to a sitting position on the bed and kissed me on the forehead. “You can do this, I know you can.”

“I can do this,” I parroted back to her.

“If this works out well, maybe I’ll let you watch while I fuck another guy.”

And with that she was gone. My cock was still hard. Rock hard. I wanted to beat off more than anything in the world at that moment. But I wasn’t going to. She hadn’t given me permission. I didn’t want to ruin our reunion when she came home.

That’s when I realized the thought of her getting fucked by another man was turning me on stronger than anything I had ever experienced before. I wanted her to get fucked and come home with a pussy full of another man’s cum. I couldn’t wait for Ilona to return.

Those were the longest six hours of my life.

The leash was designed to keep a dog chained up, not a man, but I respected Ilona’s demands. I stayed tied to the bed for the six hours—minus the two trips to the bathroom to pee. I didn’t tell her about that. I watched TV and read a book.

When the front door slammed my cock was immediately hard again. I couldn’t wait to see her. Ilona took her time coming upstairs. She was making me wait. I’m sure she was enjoying it as well.

When finally, finally, she deigned to come upstairs and open up the door to see me waiting on the bed, it was all I could do to not jump on her right then and there and fuck her senseless. But I was chained to the bed and she just stood there in the doorway looking at me.

Ilona has this purple dress that accented her body in all the right places. It wasn’t slutty, it was classy, but it also walked right up to that line of being just a little too sexy. She displayed just a little bit of cleavage and the dress hung just above her knees. Except for her hair it looked like she was ready to go out on a date. With her hair it looked like she was coming home from a date after getting fucked. Which was exactly what she was doing.

Since I was naked I was afraid to get off the bed. I was so underdressed next to her.

“You waited for me,” she said.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“And you still want me,” she added, nodding to my erect cock.

“Yeah.” I wasn’t a great conversationalist. “Did you have a good time on…uh…your date?”

She nodded and smiled. She couldn’t help but smiling. I knew that smile. I’d seen it on her before, after the first time we had fucked. I’d seen it on other people when they were talking about the person they had just fucked for the first time. “I certainly did. Do you want to see how much I enjoyed it?”

I nodded. Slowly she pulled up the hem of her dress, exposing first her thighs and then her hips and panties. Her panties were purple as well. She liked to coordinate her clothing and lingerie. The front of the silk panties were dark with moisture.

“He’s still inside me,” she informed me. I would have loved to know what her expression was saying at that moment, but I was too transfixed by her panties. I wanted to get to what was behind the thin material. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you mind that your girlfriend just fucked another man?”

I wasn’t sure what to think. My brain wasn’t really working. “No,” I heard myself say.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” she asked as she dropped the dress back into place, once again hiding her panties.

“Yeah.”

She turned around and for a moment I was certain she was going to leave the room and leave me frustrated and aroused. Instead she swept her hair to the side and said, “Unzip me.”

I took that as permission to get off the bed which I did quickly and eagerly. She kicked off her shoes and after unzipping the dress she stepped out of it. “Don’t let it get dirty,” she instructed me. I hung it in the closet, which was just barely inside the reach of my leash. “Get on the bed.”

Laying down on the bed my cock pointed up at the ceiling and she inspected me with her eyes. Somehow in her bra and panties she looked fully dressed and I was still naked. “I see I won’t have to give you a blowjob to get you hard,” she commented.

“No,” I agreed.

“Normally I’d ask you to go down on me to make sure I’m good and wet. I like it when you slide right into me, but that’s not a problem tonight.” She paused and licked her lips. “Ellis left me plenty wet.”

Who the hell names their kid Ellis? I thought to myself but said nothing. I didn’t know what to do if she insisted I eat her pussy with his cum still inside her. Looking back, I’m pretty sure I would have done whatever she asked.

She turned around again, showing me her back. Just above where her panties covered my eyes passed over the palm-sized dolphin tattoo at the base of her spine; it was a remnant from her college days. I stared at her ass. Her cheeks were just barely peeking out of the bottom edge of the silk panties. I was just low enough to see the wetness of the crotch. “Unhook my bra,” she ordered.

That was easily accomplished and she tossed the garment to the floor. Casually turning around she showed me her tits, but I barely saw them. I was still staring at her panty-covered pussy. “No need for you to help with these,” she commented and started pulling down her panties.

I’m sure she undressed herself like she always did , but I remember it happening in slow motion. The silk stretched and moved over the skin of her hips and pelvis. Slowly her naked pussy came into view. I was intimately familiar with her pussy; it was only that morning that I had shaved it for her. Little did I know that I was preparing her for a date. When the panties finally got below her crotch they clung to her labia, half glued there by her moisture and Ellis’s cum. Finally they pulled free and she kicked the panties aside. Only then did she get in bed with me.

I didn’t ask permission. I grabbed her and rolled her onto her back. She didn’t protest and our bodies quickly aligned. She opened up her legs inviting me into her pussy. My cock was rock hard and I sank deep into her. She moaned in appreciation. How long had it been since Ellis’s dick had been where mine was now? It was so easy to dive into her. She was incredibly wet—wetter than I ever remembered before. Was she that way because she couldn’t wait to fuck me after fucking her other boyfriend? Was it just his cum easing my way into her? Was it just my twisted memory? Was it because I was so hard it was easy to penetrate her? It didn’t matter. My mind wasn’t working. I was nothing more than instinctive animal aggression and lust.

She wrapped her legs around me, encouraging me deeper into her. I fucked her hard and fast and fierce without any regard to her needs. Sadly our session lasted no more than two minutes before I came.

It was the most exquisite orgasm I could remember having. After I was done my balls and pubic muscles were actually in pain from overexertion. Ilona clutched me to her body as if she couldn’t get enough of me.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked me.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned.

“You don’t mind me fucking other guys, do you?”

“No.” It was the honest answer.

“Did you like feeling Ellis’s cum in me?”

“Yes.” What could I say? I loved everything she did to me.

“Would you like to see another guy fuck me?”

“What?” After my orgasm my intellectual brain was starting to come back on line.

“Would you like to see another guy fuck me?” she repeated. “I’ll chain you up in the corner and you can watch…and if you’re good I’ll let you fuck me when he’s done.”

The answer was easy and obvious. I couldn’t wait to say the words. “Yes,” I admitted. My heart was thumping in my chest and not from the way we had just fucked. It was because I wanted to make that fantasy a reality for her. I wanted to make it a reality for me. “I want to do that.”

She smiled and kissed me. “I know you do,” she whispered in my ear. “If I suck your cock can you get it up again and fuck me one more time?”

That was the easiest answer of all.

 

 

It might sound strange, but the idea—and reality—of Ilona fucking another guy did turn me on. I didn’t care if I didn’t get to fuck other women, as long as she could fuck other men I was happy…as long as she was telling me about what she was doing. In my heart I knew I was submissive and I was happy to go along with this little challenge to reality. I didn’t mind it at all.

Don’t forget, most of the time we were just a plain, ordinary couple that engaged in relatively vanilla sex. Most of the time. Sure, we’d sometimes mix it up with some bawdy talk in bed—most of it focusing on my submissiveness and her need to fuck other men—but from the outside we were completely normal. We were happy. We eventually moved in together. But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.

One of the most passionate moments in our relationship came a week after she had left me chained to bed so she could fuck Ellis. I arrived home from work and started dinner, knowing she’d be at my place shortly. We had arranged to have dinner together. We were rapidly becoming the sort of exclusive couple that planned their schedule as to whose place they’d spend the night at eventually looking ahead to the end of a lease to see if moving in together was feasible. You know, one of those boring couples. She arrived at my place, let herself in, gave me a kiss on the cheek as I was browning some onions in a pan, and tells me, “I fucked Bruce at the office today.”

I froze for a moment, looked at her to see if she was kidding—she wasn’t, she had a completely serious look on her face—and then asked her, “How do I know if that’s true?” We were still at the building trust part of our relationship.

In reply, she pulled up her skirt to show me her damp panties. They were dark blue—that detail I will never forget. The front and crotch were wet, those parts were a shade darker than the rest of the silky material. She grabbed my hand and shoved it inside her panties. As always she was smooth there—I had just shaved her the night before. She was wet. Very wet. Wetter than she should have been if she was merely turned on and ready for sex. She was turned on and ready for sex partly because she had just had sex with another man and was showing me what she had done. She liked to do that.

I pushed my fingers up and into her hole. She was soaking wet and sticky. The man she had fucked this afternoon—Bruce—had left his cum behind. She wouldn’t have been that sticky from just her own natural lube. She had let him cum inside her and wanted to show it off to me.

“Oh my god,” I whispered to her. “You’re a slut.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied clearly enjoying the attention I was giving her along with my fingers teaser her clit and pussy. “I certainly am. And you are my little cuckold, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I immediately agreed. It was the first time she had used that word to describe me. Academically I knew what it meant. In reality, I didn’t find out what it meant until later on.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked. I wasn’t sure if her eyes had glazed over, but mine certainly had. I wasn’t really focusing on anything other than my hand inside her panties and the aroused expression on her face.

“Yeah.” My reply wasn’t any firmer than that. I should have been begging her to let me fuck her but I could only lamely go along with her suggestion. I didn’t stop moving my fingers inside of her. I wanted to make her cum right then and there. I discovered I loved feeling another man’s semen inside the woman I was paired with.

“Turn off the stove,” she said. Obviously she hadn’t completely given herself over to the moment. I turned around, pulled the pan off the burner and snapped off the stove. Whirling back around I fell to my knees, pushed up her skirt, pulled her panties the rest of the way down, and buried my face in her cunt.

Ever try to eat out a woman while she’s standing upright and you’re kneeling on the floor? It’s difficult. If you’ve seen it done in porn it’s because the actors are standing at weird angles and cheating for the camera. I could barely get my tongue to reach her clit. There was a bit of a struggle and she wound up on her back in the middle of the kitchen floor, still wearing her shirt, but naked from the waist down. I only ate her pussy for a minute, just long enough to establish she ad definitely fucked another guy because I could taste his cum in her, before pulling down my pants and driving my cock into her cunt.

She grunted as I penetrated her. She always did that. At the moment I didn’t care if I was hurting her. I needed to fuck her. The floor was tiled. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but she didn’t complain. If we fucked sixty seconds, it was a long time. I came in her. I had no control over what my body and lust wanted. I just needed to fuck her and I did.

“That didn’t last long,” she commented when I was done. I didn’t know if she came or not and I was too ashamed to ask.

“Sorry,” I apologized as I climbed off her.

“I wasn’t complaining,” she said. “Just commenting. I already came twice with Bruce. Maybe you can make me cum later tonight.”

“Okay,” I agreed. What else could I say?

As we got up from the floor she kissed me on the cheek and said, “I’m not disappointed. You behaved just like I expected you to?”

“I did?”

She grabbed a washcloth from the drawer next to the sink, ran it under the water, then cleaned herself. “Yes. Of course you did. You needed to fuck me when I told you I had been with another man. I wanted you to do that. And you couldn’t do it very long because you were so turned on, right?”

“Right,” I agreed.