My only completely true story… so far. About my introduction to submission and kink.
Have my vodka and lemonade, flouncy skirt on with my bikini top, and walk down to the pool, remembering all my times with Him at his pool, hoping to see someone who will see me for the submissive sex-crazed slut I am…like he did.
1. The first pool party after he claimed me, he snuck into the bathroom with me. Get undressed, he commanded. What?! In front of you? Yes, he said. And I did, wondering amazedly at my willingness to do this… so far we had only had a kiss or two, furtive groping under the table at dinners… He sighed, so happily, at seeing my ass, naked at last.
2. Later, “accidentally” alone in his garage, he bent his tall frame down to kiss me and slipped his hand quickly past the waistband of my stretchy tight skirt, straight under my thong, and pressed his finger against my asshole. I yelped and leaped away like a startled rabbit… now I long for that moment, wishing I had pushed against him, inviting him into my welcoming ass.
3. The next pool party, we wandered upstairs to “see some books” — upstairs was extremely not private, just a loft with no door, but he made me change into my suit there for him again. But this time, he whipped out his cock — the first time I saw it, and ohmygod it was HUGE. And so beautiful. He was dripping cum as he watched me — a special added feature of his cock — and he commanded me to touch it. I did, hesitatingly. And then went and washed my hands and skittered away nervously. What a fool. Later, I told him that I wished so much that I had eaten it… I could imagine me licking it slowly from my fingers while I stared into his big brown eyes. He liked that a lot.
4. At the next pool party, we had made some progress and I was beginning to realize what a submissive was and how completely I was one. He had ordered me to buy a new outfit for the party, and to play with myself in the dressing room when I found something, being careful to specify that I would be on my knees and be fingering myself in the ass while I did. I obeyed, and told him about it quietly while he barbecued and we were surrounded by our spouses and his guests.
4. Later, his brother started flirting with me. Eek! I was so focused on him, I couldn’t imagine. The next day, he told me he told his brother I might be “open” — he wanted to fuck with my mind… and he succeeded. Ten years later, even now, I wonder what it would have been like to have them both in bed. Double penetration is SUCH a fantasy, goal, hope of mine.
5. Then he was playing volleyball in the pool with a cute lesbian, hitting the ball back and forth. I walked by with a pitcher of martinis and she let the ball bounce off her face. He laughed, and she accused him of cheating by getting cute girls in short skirts to walk by. What a happy slut I was to have all that attention.
6. Finally. I had dropped by unexpectedly at their house with creampuffs (oooh… feeding him one with my fingers) and wine and a bathing suit. I left and then, after the others left, he texted me and I went back. The story of that is for a different day, but at last I was bound, on my knees, ass in the air, to be used as he desired…. and afterwards we swam in the pool, naked and replete.
So all of that I was remembering tonight while I went down to the hotel pool and… jackpot… two cute young guys who were so happy to watch me swim back and forth, sipping my vodka between laps, and DEFINITELY making sure to go underwater and lift my ass high above water on every turn. Sigh. Happy sub.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cj4vly/at_the_pool_ds_mf