A few months ago I found a guy named John. He was the nicest person to talk to and just had an appealing body structure. He had a chiseled chin that just accentuated his face, blue eyes that you could just swim in for hours, and toned muscles that were well-defined (but not to be confused with being buff). Unfortunately, this hand-crafted angel had already pledged his love to his long-time girlfriend, Jane.
In the time we have known each other, I found out that John and Jane were not a vanilla couple, they were a couple that practiced BDSM in secret. And although they were not 24/7 vanilla I still craved such a relationship. A relationship in which sex was available whenever Master or I wanted it; a relationship in which at one moment I would bow at his feet, and in the next, I could be sitting next to him at a Whataburger talking about how much homework has to get done before midnight.
Jane goes to a different school, so the foundation of the friendship was mainly through John, who attends the same university as me. We are always talking about new kinky ideas or how much he has sex. He even once complained to me about how Jane was on a date at that very moment interviewing other girls for their bimonthly 3-way. I tried to understand what he could possibly be complaining about, but it turns out that he used to choose the women so Jane would sometimes feel neglected. In this new agreement: John gets every man’s dream and his beautiful submissive makes the rules of the Red Room perfectly clear to their new play toy. In this way, everyone wins. He always expresses to me how nice it is to share this information with someone who understands the kink life and doesn’t just see it as them as a couple that has a large amount of sex, but rather as a couple who understands the power of exchange exercised in a BDSM relationship.
Just the other day John asked me for a favor. Now this was not just any favor. This favor would simply be something that took our friendship to a whole different level. He moves forward to tell me about an intriguing fetish he has. Ball-busting. John wanted me to tie him up and kick him in the balls. Instantaneously I asked if this was something Jane would be okay with; as it so happens to have turned out, she completely approved. John then explained to me that he didn’t want his submissive to see him in such a vulnerable light, given the fact that he was always the dominant in the relationship. Making more sense I decide to agree to take on the duty of being a Dominate. However, with this agreement, I would have to step into someone else’s world, and so I too had to be made aware of all the ground rules, before the session. Jane explained to me that I was not to kiss him, touch him, or have any type of sexual contact with John. To be completely honest I was disappointed by how harsh these rules were. She was asking me to have her very attractive Dom stand in front of me, stripped bare and tied up, and not touch him in any other way than the desired request. Nonetheless, I respect the institution of a relationship, especially a BDSM one, to try and challenge the constraints she had set for me.
I accept, I told them. This will be an experience for me. I had never been in a leading role before. This favor is a little outside my comfort zone, but I was willing to help my fellow friends out, in addition to learning to see if the Dom role would appeal to me or not. However, with my acceptance, I then added a term of my own. If and when my Master so chooses to punish me, given that he lives overseas limiting the type of punishment I can receive, John would be the one to carry out the whipping, spanking, ect.
We accept.
I Submit to BDSM 