I want to be a male wife to Daddy

So, there’s the Mile Hight City, A city that came of age, LGTBQ age, it once played or shall I say tried, San Francisco, you got one more competitor.

I think it was maybe, 2008 after I’d been missing since 1992, I returned to find a place now that blew my mind.

I never played for the Pink Team but I have damn sure attended their cook-outs and parties.

Say, 1980 I was married, three kids and a wife, aa former reformed slut, who I was constantly encouraging to become my hot wife to satiate one of my fetishes. Frustrated, I was jumping into the Gay Way whereas throughout my life I fucked around, some head, tapping drag queen pussy. I was also known for sucking a guy or two off in cars or adult theaters, nothing major but only when my urge to taste some cock became overwhelming.

Then just as I got comfortable, ready for all the way as in bath-house patronage, AIDS hit. The real serious hung in there, dabblers like me, well shit, fun gone it became all about condoms, questions and being too suspicious for cutting loose and pleasure.

I was now 37 divorced, visiting Mile High looking for a gift for my old buddies. I had settled on some of that serious BDSM leather shit, including harnesses and collars. That’s when I discovered this certain neighborhood just inundated with shops catering to the L-Q community.

Never before had I been attracted to another man. No particular attraction yet enough to spend the night having some nasty, kinky sex then it was later gator, don’t call me, I’ll probably lose your number.

The clerk waiting on me, he was a hairy muscle bearded bear, sex vibes and signals emitted form his every pour. As he showed me merchandise, he had me so hot, my erection, impossible to avoid. I wanted him to take me home, to bed, fuck me, use me, make me his bitch. I’d never had such a feeling or thoughts concerning a man. Well, I did now! Anyway I blew as in spent over $500 on gifts for my friend’s 10th anniversary. As part of scheming on Mr. hairy muscle I insisted he take a $20 gratuity for his helpful assistance. At the same time, I took a chance asking him out to dinner. I was so thrilled when he accepted.

I figured why pussy-foot, during dinner I laid my feelings and cards on the table holding nothing back. He would see me as a sexual opportunity or lack interest. He asks what I’d like to explore given his effect on me? Without pause I said, Daddy I want to be used, abused a toy for your pleasure, that how fucking hot you are making me.

Later at his apartment I was about to be broken in.

Oh fuck! He came from the bedroom in a leather thong, I heard, “Get those clothes off you little sissy cunt, get you pussy over here and suck Daddy’s cock, lick my balls, put my legs back let’s see what that tongue can do for my sweet raspberry man pussy!” I was beyond turned on-excited, I was drooling to show Daddy how well I could pleasure him.

At first I reminded myself of a young chick on a date with some rough old horny bastard. He treated me as a ragdoll, kissing, sucking, pinching, biting talking very demanding dirty as he explained my role in this relationship. My role? Please Daddy and others Daddy orders me to please, obey and do as I am told.

Daddy was not long however, he was more than 7” his cock fat, one of those mini beer cans you can barely get into your mouth. I’d only been fucked once in my early twenties; it was about to happen again. Daddy was not patient but he was gentle as he penetrated my pussy. The initial pain was nearly unbearable. Lying there missionary this muscle bear kissing, spitting in my mouth, calling me names as he pumped his fat cock deep inside me. Get used then ass to mouth, I’d have to get used to it all over again.

During Daddie’s intermissions he’d finger my pussy asking, “Is this going to be my cunt, only I get your pussy and only I can share it?” Damn near whimpering I would tell him yes, Daddy I belong to you, you own me and my pussy. Daddy busted several nuts, and no, he did not ask if he could cum inside me, he just did as it oozed down both legs.

That night I had orgasms like I had never imagined, they would get better yet that first nigh my pussy being torn up, they were also painful. All pretty uncanny, odd if you will, I meet a guy in the afternoon, have rough, nasty sex as a controlled subservient bitch and all in less that 18 hours, I have submitted to allowing a big bear muscle Daddy, I have surrendered and now he owns me. This was a new strange adventure, despite the brief acquaintance, in my way I was already not infatuated with him, I was oddly in love with my new Daddy, now also my owner. I felt needed, wanted and desired. Being a possession, I felt warm and wanted, maybe in a way, loved. Daddy refers to me as his bottom bitch, his boy or girl depending. I love it when he calls me his wife. I don’t mind at all when Daddy uses me as a business tool. I mean when he loans me out to please other men, he is doing business deal with, I do everything to make Daddy pound, I want to please them so good, Daddy will get whatever deal he is seeking.

Some guys say I have not only become his bitch, but also his faggot, in more dettogotory terms I have been called, cum-dump, sperm-bank, hole for Daddy’s pole. I do not mind, Daddy is my owner, my master I think as it often hurts, he gives me as much pleasure as I give him. I am okay with his possessiveness, or something it can’t be jealousy. But most of the time especially when used by other men, Daddy makes me wear a chastity cage, only he has the key to this special built device. See I can pleasure other men for Daddy but only he can pleasure me, my cage prevents me from getting off even just a little with others. I keep hoping one day I will be Daddy’s wife, as being a wife to a big old handsome, rugged muscle bear just seems hot, do you agree?