Why Does Being Submissive Feel So Good?
Hello! My name’s Gary and I am a submissive. I get asked all the time why I enjoy it and what I get out of it, so I thought I’d try to explain it here.
My Submissive Beginnings
I come from a rather large family, you see. I have 16 brothers and sisters. My father was working whenever he wasn’t sleeping, so that left my mother to divide her attention between 17 children. Imagine trying to compete for attention in that household!
As one of the youngest of the group, I observed and learned much from my older siblings. Most got frustrated trying to compete for attention, but not me. I decided if I stood a chance at all, it would be by helping her out, trying to make her life easier.
I helped her cook and clean and do laundry. Also, I babysat for my 3 younger brothers and sisters. I even started trying to fix little things around the house, like tightening the handles on the drawers. It didn’t take me long at all to realize that I’d made the right decision.
Not only was she thrilled to have the help, but every time she doted about how I helped make her life easier, a feeling of warmth came over my entire body. “Gary’s such a gentleman,” she’d say. Her friends would all agree and tell her what a fine son she’d raised.
You’re Such a Gentleman
I never really dated much in high school, but all the girls thought I was a nice guy and most knew they could count on me to help them with whatever they needed. I still really never knew I was submissive, just that I liked to do nice things for them.
There were a few who were oblivious or even unappreciative of the things I did for them. For some reason, I wanted to please those girls more than ever. I worked doubly hard to gain approval from these girls, even though I knew I had about a snowball’s chance in hell of succeeding.
When I got to college, I met Sara. Sara turned my world inside out. She showed me that I wasn’t just a nice guy, I was (and am) a submissive.
“A whaat?” I asked her.
“A submissive,” she said. “You get pleasure from relinquishing control to a dominant woman. Allowing her to use your body as she pleases, for her pleasure. Her pleasure is the source of your pleasure. In fact, I believe you are actually a service submissive.”
Hello, Dominance and Submission!
To illustrate her point, Sara invited me to go to her BDSM club with her. I must admit I was a nervous wreck, but I *had* to go. I had to see for myself just exactly what this world of dominance and submission was like. When we got there, she told me to go into a room, strip naked, and wait for her.
My cock immediately jumped to attention as I rushed into the room and frantically began to remove all my clothes. So many thoughts were going through my head. Where did she go? When will she be back? Why is she making me get naked? What’s she going to do to me?
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long for the answers. Before I even realized what had happened, she’d come in the back door and had me blindfolded. As I started to protest, I realized I liked not knowing what she was going to do to me.
I liked being naked and exposed in front of her while she was wearing… what was she wearing? That’s right! I hadn’t been able to see her before she blindfolded me. Before I could think too much about it, she backed me into the wall as she grabbed my wrists, pulled them over my head and snapped them into place.
That Rush Of Warmth
I don’t remember too many more details about our play time that night, other than I felt a pleasure greater than I’d ever known before! Later, I learned that I had entered a trance-like state known as subspace, a place I have been many times since then. I realize now that that rush of warmth that flowed through me when doing nice things for the girls at school was a milder version of subspace.
Apparently, I wasn’t just being a nice guy. I was fulfilling my need to serve. Sara recognized it in me right away and helped me to see it myself. I am a service submissive. Sara and I have been together more than four years now and she still dominates my world!