Boys Why Do You Crave Submission

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.
I am not so sure it is that way for me.

I was really abused as a child, so much so I was ultimately removed from my parents. I overdid everything asked of me because sometimes it prevented my father from beating me. Most times not, but sometimes if I worked extra hard he left me alone because I had impressed him.

That carries over to my work life. I got to where I am at because I always do well more than what is expected of me. Since I never could do enough for my father, today no one is more critical of me than... ME!

I think having a high threshold for pain certainly came from my father (he used a length of radiator hose), but its not because why I am submissive. In fact, I would think child abuse would likely cause the opposite where people would be fearful of restraint and striking.
 
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.
Happy for you and very jealous of your situation. I self cage as my wife doesn’t have a kinky bone in her body. I would love to give her my key but that’s just not gonna work for us.
 
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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.
I'm happy AF for BOTH of you!
 
I'm very new to this, just getting started but I'm ready to be everything I can be for my girl and pleasure her in every way possible. This has always been what brings me joy and now I have the unique opportunity to allow the two of us to be our authentic selves and take us further than we've ever known possible. I haven't even started but I can't wait to really get into this. I feel like I won the lottery.
 
To answer the questions of the thread, ultimately I like giving pleasure. And I like when someone else is thinking of me in ways for them to get pleasure. So there are parts of my brain that aren't sub at all, that just like teasing and talking and building towards sex. But the other part of my brain desires being used for pleasure.

So, fitting into someone else's vision is super hot. Do they want physical pleasure? Do they want to release some stress and laugh? Do they want to play out a kink that is in their mind? It's very fulfilling to have my needs very secondary because there isn't a negotiation. I can shut that part of the brain off and just be engaged in the moment.
 
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.
Hard as a carrot - that cracks me up!!!
 
One thing about being submissive is, I really like the directness of communication. My domme can be direct and open about what her needs are.

In the daily relationship dynamic, there is no "Is she mad at me? And why?" I like it when she is explicitly clear about when and why she is upset at me, and I like knowing explicitly what NOT to do to make her upset.

And I like being told exactly how to please her. In intimate scenes, There is no "Do you enjoy it when I do this? Does this feel good?" She directs me, tells me exactly what she wants me to do- and how to do it. That way, she can mold me into being her perfect lover, which is at the same time gratifying to me. And outside the bedroom, I know exactly how to make her smile and be happy.
 
I assure you that I'm ok... it is intense and INTENSELY gratifying and pleasurable!
 
as for my needs it depends on who I am talking with.
If she is a Domme and has done this before its easier.
Then Its just what I say is a for sure no. adn then I talk about what I would like to happen but not much detail. I leave that up to her.
I might say mild cbt and teasing with some bondage.
Also what does she enjoy doing. I put myself in her hands. I want her to enjoy what she is doing and what turns her on.
if she is happy then so am I , I hope
Quite simply, I want to be her fantasy!
 
In a practical sense, when you are submissive, you are receptive to direct communication and there is no guesswork.

"Honey, how can I satisfy you?"
"I want it THAT way." Specifically, tell me what to do so I can be a better partner, a better lover, and better person, that YOU want me to be so I can satisfy you.

And they will tell you.

I guess, direct communication and following instructions works better when there is no ambiguity. No guesswork. I want to be your dream lover, so tell me what to do, how to do it, so I can be that for you. This applies both to vanilla sex and kink, by the way.
This! I want to be her fantasy. I want to be able to fulfill all her desires. She can do with me as she wishes, when she wishes, where she wishes. I am hers and she knows it.
 
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