Boys Why Do You Crave Submission

I do not know why I adore submitting to a smaller, dainty, Feminine, Petite MistressWife 😍, Queen 👸 but I do ....I love spanking my own Ass as a Tribute to my Queen 👸, Petite, younger MistressWife and Queen 👸...like this...IMG-20241213-WA0021.jpgIMG-20241213-WA0022.jpgIMG-20241213-WA0019.jpgIMG-20241213-WA0020.jpgIMG-20241213-WA0017.jpgIMG-20241213-WA0018.jpg
 

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This morning I endured a painful session of CBT with my petite MistressWife....dunno' why I accept humiliation voluntarily but I looove to submit, surrender and suffer @HerMajesty's Feet but I do....
 
I like the idea of being submissive to my wife because I married up. I'm a 5/10 and she's an 8/10. She's gorgeous and I got lucky. She also gave me four beautiful kids, and is nice, funny, kind, smart, reliable as a partner and companion, and the whole fucking package.

Licking her pussy as a daily act of gratitude and having her order me around turns me on because I'm so fucking lucky to have her. It makes me super into body worship, like licking the sweat off her body after a run and so many other things.
 
I like the idea of being submissive to my wife because I married up. I'm a 5/10 and she's an 8/10. She's gorgeous and I got lucky. She also gave me four beautiful kids, and is nice, funny, kind, smart, reliable as a partner and companion, and the whole fucking package.

Licking her pussy as a daily act of gratitude and having her order me around turns me on because I'm so fucking lucky to have her. It makes me super into body worship, like licking the sweat off her body after a run and so many other things.
That's great. Hope you got the chance. I don't want to be ordered around for everything, but I like some control and direction in the bedroom. Most of your fantasies are mine too. Not with a wife but that's not important — I'd love someoen like that to sit on my face and make me eat her pussy and asshole, and the same body worship — taking off her trainers or heels, licking her feet, and licking her sweaty body, especially ass and pussy after a run.
 
That's great. Hope you got the chance. I don't want to be ordered around for everything, but I like some control and direction in the bedroom. Most of your fantasies are mine too. Not with a wife but that's not important — I'd love someoen like that to sit on my face and make me eat her pussy and asshole, and the same body worship — taking off her trainers or heels, licking her feet, and licking her sweaty body, especially ass and pussy after a run.
Yeah, I absolutely understand. I love eating my wife's pussy and just having her dominate my face with it because of every possibly man she could have given it to, she gave it to me. She had MY kids from it. She gave me exclusive access to her womb. She let me reproduce with her when honestly she could have ANY man she wanted. She found the best in me and stuck to me and continues to do so. So - it's from a combined sense of gratitude, attraction, and just loving her body that I want her to make me eat her out. I could drink her honey for HOURS.

No dude on the planet has seen her puckered ass except me. Kissing it, licking it, tonguing her there is a privilege. And the ability to lick the sweat of her body when she hasn't showered is a gift. To have her spit in my mouth. To have her piss on my face. This beautiful, gorgeous woman who gave me so much and still does so much to take care of my kids and take care of me. Fuck. I want to be hers because she chose to be mine and she could have been anyone's if she wanted.

She's not perfect and has her flaws but I love them and I love her and submitting to her perfect pussy is fucking everything to me.
 
Yeah, I absolutely understand. I love eating my wife's pussy and just having her dominate my face with it because of every possibly man she could have given it to, she gave it to me. She had MY kids from it. She gave me exclusive access to her womb. She let me reproduce with her when honestly she could have ANY man she wanted. She found the best in me and stuck to me and continues to do so. So - it's from a combined sense of gratitude, attraction, and just loving her body that I want her to make me eat her out. I could drink her honey for HOURS.

No dude on the planet has seen her puckered ass except me. Kissing it, licking it, tonguing her there is a privilege. And the ability to lick the sweat of her body when she hasn't showered is a gift. To have her spit in my mouth. To have her piss on my face. This beautiful, gorgeous woman who gave me so much and still does so much to take care of my kids and take care of me. Fuck. I want to be hers because she chose to be mine and she could have been anyone's if she wanted.

She's not perfect and has her flaws but I love them and I love her and submitting to her perfect pussy is fucking everything to me.
Very understandable thoughts and fantasies, that's what I'd love to think of myself. Being spit on, fucked with strapons, spanked, and pissed all over every day.
 
I wrote in another thread on here somewhere that I purchased a cock cage for my husband. He does not know that. He will find out on Christmas Eve when he unwraps his presents. I will make sure he opens that present last. I put a note in the box with it that says, "Enjoy your freedom until 2025 begins, because at midnight on New Year's, I'm locking you up."

This is a really big step for us, and I am very nervous. Please wish me luck!
 
I wrote in another thread on here somewhere that I purchased a cock cage for my husband. He does not know that. He will find out on Christmas Eve when he unwraps his presents. I will make sure he opens that present last. I put a note in the box with it that says, "Enjoy your freedom until 2025 begins, because at midnight on New Year's, I'm locking you up."

This is a really big step for us, and I am very nervous. Please wish me luck!
Good for you! That’s a huge step.

Is this something he and you have talked about before?
 
Good luck to Ms Haven! As a guy I've fantasized about this scenario. To give total control of your sexual releases to another person is a deep, trusting, and loving bond. I hope he is ready to make that commitment.
 
Good for you! That’s a huge step.

Is this something he and you have talked about before?
He and I don't talk about sex. He only throws out innuendo and comments about me and other guys and stuff like that. He avoids fucking, bc he cums fast and it embarrasses him, so I mostly only get oral sex, and then I may or may not jerk him off as he sits up in bed. Sometimes I tell him he is not allowed to cum or he has to do it himself. That is more of a recent thing, and since we don't talk about any of this, I have to gauge his reaction. But that is pretty easy to do. Before all this our sex life had almost become nonexistent, bc neither one of us knew what to do. Now we have sex often. Tbh, it is all an experiment, but it is working. For so long he has said that he wants me to be the boss of everything. I always thought that I already was the boss of everything, but after reading these forums, I realized that I was not the boss in our sex life. So, I became the boss in the bedroom, too. I got a lot of help on that, on what to do, from people on here. That's why I bought the cage.

I have already decided that on the day after he opens the box and finds the cage (Christmas Day), I will tell him that I will leave it on the island in the kitchen. If it is gone the next day, I am ok with that. If it is still there, then I have some definite plans for our future. That will give him a way out without having to face me.

That was a long answer to a simple question.

I write too much, don't I?
 
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Good luck to Ms Haven! As a guy I've fantasized about this scenario. To give total control of your sexual releases to another person is a deep, trusting, and loving bond. I hope he is ready to make that commitment.
I hope he is too, bc if he is not, then I will be really confused about our sex life again
 
Men, why do you crave submission? Do you find it easy or hard to talk about your needs? Do you expect your domme to be able to trad your mind or do you like to ask for your needs?
Like a lot of the other posts here. In my work life I am always in charge. Even so as a parent. Why do I crave submission? At my age I have realized the joy and pleasure I get thinking about not always being in control. I am definitely more of a pleasure giver.

This does not mean that there are times when I do like being in control sexually...... My back to your question . Something arousing bring told what to do, or not to do. Just wanting to experience as much as possible
 
He and I don't talk about sex. He only throws out innuendo and comments about me and other guys and stuff like that. He avoids fucking, bc he cums fast and it embarrasses him, so I mostly only get oral sex, and then I may or may not jerk him off as he sits up in bed. Sometimes I tell him he is not allowed to cum of he has to do it himself. That is more of a recent thing, and since we don't talk about any of this, I have to gauge his reaction. But that is pretty easy to do. Before all this our sex life had almost become nonexistent, bc neither one of us knew what to do. Now we have sex often. Tbh, it is all an experiment, but it is working. For so long he has said that he wants me to be the boss of everything. I always thought that I already was the boss of everything, but after reading these forums, I realized that I was not the boss in our sex life. So, I became the boss in the bedroom, too. I got a lot of help on that, on what to do, from people on here. That's why I bought the cage.

I have already decided that on the day after he opens the box and finds the cage (Christmas Day), I will tell him that I will leave it on the island in the kitchen. If it is gone the next day, I am ok with that. If it is still there, then I have some definite plans for our future. That will give him a way out without having to face me.

That was a long answer to a simple question.

I write too much, don't I?
I hope he enjoys the cage you give him and 1 week to start with it
I am also caged and I love it. have fun with the control and dont forget to keep teasing him while he wears it
 
He and I don't talk about sex. He only throws out innuendo and comments about me and other guys and stuff like that. He avoids fucking, bc he cums fast and it embarrasses him, so I mostly only get oral sex, and then I may or may not jerk him off as he sits up in bed. Sometimes I tell him he is not allowed to cum or he has to do it himself. That is more of a recent thing, and since we don't talk about any of this, I have to gauge his reaction. But that is pretty easy to do. Before all this our sex life had almost become nonexistent, bc neither one of us knew what to do. Now we have sex often. Tbh, it is all an experiment, but it is working. For so long he has said that he wants me to be the boss of everything. I always thought that I already was the boss of everything, but after reading these forums, I realized that I was not the boss in our sex life. So, I became the boss in the bedroom, too. I got a lot of help on that, on what to do, from people on here. That's why I bought the cage.

I have already decided that on the day after he opens the box and finds the cage (Christmas Day), I will tell him that I will leave it on the island in the kitchen. If it is gone the next day, I am ok with that. If it is still there, then I have some definite plans for our future. That will give him a way out without having to face me.

That was a long answer to a simple question.

I write too much, don't I?
No, that answer was thorough and honest. You don’t write too much— if someone is reading this thread it’s because they’re interested in the subject matter.
 
I came from a very dysfunctional family growing up. So there were always decisions to be made. my career put me in the same stressful situation, and even at home when my wife or children say what are we going to do it really means what are you going to do. Although my brain works fast, I am one of those people that has to investigate all angles of a problem or discussion and it seems to never stop, even after I have completed the task or fixed the problem I go into overdrive processing my decision and whether or not it was right or some other way would have been better. To put myself in someone else's hands, to just listen, obey, and please them, there is no better peaceful place, at least for me, than subspace
 
I came from a very dysfunctional family growing up. So there were always decisions to be made. my career put me in the same stressful situation, and even at home when my wife or children say what are we going to do it really means what are you going to do. Although my brain works fast, I am one of those people that has to investigate all angles of a problem or discussion and it seems to never stop, even after I have completed the task or fixed the problem I go into overdrive processing my decision and whether or not it was right or some other way would have been better. To put myself in someone else's hands, to just listen, obey, and please them, there is no better peaceful place, at least for me, than subspace
Very well said!
 
I came from a very dysfunctional family growing up. So there were always decisions to be made. my career put me in the same stressful situation, and even at home when my wife or children say what are we going to do it really means what are you going to do. Although my brain works fast, I am one of those people that has to investigate all angles of a problem or discussion and it seems to never stop, even after I have completed the task or fixed the problem I go into overdrive processing my decision and whether or not it was right or some other way would have been better. To put myself in someone else's hands, to just listen, obey, and please them, there is no better peaceful place, at least for me, than subspace
Strongly relate as well.
 
When it comes down to it, I've always known. I've always been a pleaser and as I grew the need to please became my relationships as well.
 
For me it is the sense of giving up control.

I am far too high up the management hierarchy to ever let my grip go at work, as every decision I make effects stock price, trajectory of the company, and employee lives. It is nothing to take lightly yet one good decision for one entity, negatively impacts the other. I am well aware of that.

In bondage ALL decision is stripped from me and I can only react. For me it is not so much about the device used to secure me as the utilitarian feel of handcuffs has its appeal, as does the more personally applied softer ropes. Since I am okay with being whipped (any type of striking device), finding where my pain threshold lies is intensely gratifying.

It is not so much about “I can take a hundred lashes from a doubled-up belt so give it to me”, as it is about, I offer myself up for a punishment, and together we see what pain threshold I find to be erotic. It is AMAZING when that other person, can detect non-verbal cues that I could take the next lashing harder, or maybe need it less intense, as it may even be through coos of pleasure, or cries of pain that they make adjustments, but it keeps me wondering, “okay, I took that lash, but I am about to get another. Will it be harder, softer, or the same?” Then it lands and I quickly take in how I reacted, but more so, have precious seconds to consider if I can handle an even harder strike. To me that is where the pleasure lies. Not so much in that I can take an absolute beating, but together we find that level of endurance, and constantly challenging it. When there is amazing chemistry, and little words are said between us, on how I am bound perhaps, or how I am struck, the more gratifying it is.
 
Please?? What happened?
I left the cage out (it was in a box) in the kitchen like I said I would. When I got up on the morning of Dec. 26, it was still there. I was a little surprised to find it still there, but I was also aroused by it. We were actually going to do this.

Neither of us said anything about it until the afternoon of New Year's Eve. We did not have any plans to go out or anything, so that afternoon I reminded him that I wanted us to stay up until midnight. He knew why, but he didn't say anything, and the moment felt a little awkward. But things got worse. We were sitting on the couch, watching the festivities on TV. I had set the box with the cage in it on the coffee table in front of us. At the stroke of midnight, I opened the box and pulled out the cage. But when he opened his robe, he was as hard as a carrot, and I could not get the cage on him. He tried to force it on, but I was afraid he was going to hurt himself, and I told him to stop. I did not know how to deal with the situation, and my mind started racing, and I began to wonder if I had made a mistake and bought the wrong size. In the end, I felt like a complete idiot, and I was convinced that our sex life was jinxed. With red faces and huge disappointment, we went to bed. We did not even wish each other happy new year.

The next day, we went out to lunch (we do that a lot). We were riding along in the car, not much talking, when he said, "I got it on this morning."

I wasn't sure I heard him correctly, and I turned to him.

"You got it on?"

He nodded.

"You're wearing it now?" I asked.

He wouldn't look at me, he just nodded.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt this visceral, overwhelming sense of power. My husband's cock was locked up in a metal cage, and I held the key! I felt like I owned him. I was boss. There was no more doubt. It was so arousing!

We continued along without talking with a sexual tension in the car that was insane. The feeling didn't go away all afternoon, and at the restaurant, I told HIM to clean up after us. "And get me some more tea," I said, holding out my cup. I've never felt like this before. OMG! I am afraid I like it too much!

When we got in bed that night, we sat up against the headboard for a few minutes on our phones. I set mine aside and told him I wanted to see (the cage on him). To see it...OMG!! I could hardly believe it!! His cock was straining against the metal. He was having an erection (or trying to) inside the thing! I can't tell you how incredibly arousing that was!! I unlocked him and began to stroke him, and he almost instantly ejaculated all over himself. I didn't get any relief that night, but the sexual tension throughout the day was the most wonderful feeling I have ever experienced.

Last night we went out with friends. Between him and me, we both knew who was who, and even without him being locked up, the sexual tension was there all over again. All I had to do was look at him from across the room.

He gave me oral pleasure last night to make up for leaving me wanting. He didn't get any relief.

Things are different now. Things are sooo different now.
 
For me it is the sense of giving up control.

I am far too high up the management hierarchy to ever let my grip go at work, as every decision I make effects stock price, trajectory of the company, and employee lives. It is nothing to take lightly yet one good decision for one entity, negatively impacts the other. I am well aware of that.

In bondage ALL decision is stripped from me and I can only react. For me it is not so much about the device used to secure me as the utilitarian feel of handcuffs has its appeal, as does the more personally applied softer ropes. Since I am okay with being whipped (any type of striking device), finding where my pain threshold lies is intensely gratifying.

It is not so much about “I can take a hundred lashes from a doubled-up belt so give it to me”, as it is about, I offer myself up for a punishment, and together we see what pain threshold I find to be erotic. It is AMAZING when that other person, can detect non-verbal cues that I could take the next lashing harder, or maybe need it less intense, as it may even be through coos of pleasure, or cries of pain that they make adjustments, but it keeps me wondering, “okay, I took that lash, but I am about to get another. Will it be harder, softer, or the same?” Then it lands and I quickly take in how I reacted, but more so, have precious seconds to consider if I can handle an even harder strike. To me that is where the pleasure lies. Not so much in that I can take an absolute beating, but together we find that level of endurance, and constantly challenging it. When there is amazing chemistry, and little words are said between us, on how I am bound perhaps, or how I am struck, the more gratifying it is.
I get it, completely!
I'm truly blessed, as my Wife/Domme is so naturally intuitive, words are unnecessary while being whipped by Her.... She can read me like a book!
 
I hear the "I'm successful and its my release" and I do understand this... but is it something that has grown parallel to the Subs success/stress.

I have a high risk, stressful job and have worked up to a high level in the industry however I do not think it has really effected my submission, I was always a sub, from my first memories, interactions at school, its just me.

I read many cliches about successful people but for me its just innate, it would be me irrespective of other life factors.
 
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