In all of my sexual relationships, I’ve been somewhat of a male slut. I can’t maintain a long-term, monogamous relationship and actually enjoy being used as a male sub slut and man-whore.
I've enjoyed being in bondage, having my dick used as a sex toy, being used by multiple women and being spat on, bitten and scratched. I would sleep with any woman, no matter her appearance, and wasn’t shy about asking women out for drinks, or inviting myself to their house for coffee. Most women were enthusiastic and would love to express themselves and use me for their sexual satisfaction, scratching my chest and back until it looked like a road map.
Around this time (the 80s) I was taking courses in cultural studies at university and decided that, as an act of ‘queering’ gender categories, I’d be open about my nature and publicly declare it, as a way of attacking patriarchy and all of those other oppressive categories that students rail against. Inside the university, this did not attract that much attention; after all, it was common for students at that time to be against something or other. However, outside of the university, my new public declaration led to some interesting meetings…
Michelle was a saleswoman who sold double glazing. She was blonde, middle-aged and always wearing low-cut tops, short skirts, high heels and white stockings. In American terms, she might have been described as a cougar. I met Michelle when she called at my apartment to sell me windows. Being in my slutty submissive persona at the time, I opened the door wearing just a pair of satin boxer shorts.
Michelle was obviously not dismayed at my lack of clothing and went into her sales patter. I invited her in, and when she asked me what I did, I told her that I was a student, but that I was also a male slut. She was intrigued and demanded to know what that meant. When I explained that as a male sub, I would do whatever she wanted, she ordered me to pull down my boxer shorts and start masturbating.
She then started to bite me all over my body. She bit me and scratched me on my nipples, my thighs and all over my frame. After I came on her thigh, she slapped me on the bottom and left. I saw her in town a few days later, and we smiled at each other but did not make any other contact.
As a male sub I enjoyed being used by women
I met Alison at university. She was interested in some of the ideas around subverting categories and approached me, asking if I’d have coffee with her. Next day, I went around to her student room. She was sitting on the bed with one of her legs raised and wearing a short, leather skirt and boots. I knew that she had quite a dominant personality, so this outfit was not that much of a surprise for me.
Alison told me that she was interested in using me as her male sub, but this would only be for her pleasure and that she was not interested in seeing, touching or tasting, my penis. She then explained that she had a collar and leash for me and that I was to serve her orally whenever she demanded, which would often be and for prolonged periods of time. Whenever Alison called me I was to go over, let her put the collar on me and then serve her orally in whatever way she wanted.
Sometimes she would like it in a teasing fashion, with me using my tongue to spell out her name repeatedly on her clitoris. Other times, she’d like it very hard and would sit on my face while I thrust inside her with my tongue. But however Alison wanted it, she would want it for a very long time, and I would leave her room with my face red, raw, and covered in her juices.
The most unusual encounter during this time was with Claire, who had a very playful, yet malicious, personality. Claire was one of a group of my friends outside of university and was very entrepreneurial, wanting to make some money from my nature as a male sub. She speculated as to whether she might be able to pimp me out to make some cash. After a few failed opportunities, with women often thinking it was a joke, Claire received a response to her advertisement from a businesswoman.
Claire told me to get dressed up nicely and to report to a high-class hotel on the outskirts of the city. When I turned up, I found that the businesswoman was quite nervous. She was attractive, in her own way, but was dressed in quite a frumpy fashion. However, once back in her room, she transformed herself, and I had to spend the whole night fucking her in various positions. At the end of the night, my penis was very sore, and even I felt a little cheap as she counted out the money into my hand. Of course, that money went to Claire, who gave me a punch to the balls to show her hand as a pimp.
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