Submissive male, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA, with a real life history of serving straight men. Interested in real life meetings but, in the meantime, blogging my experiences and writing fiction about the interaction between submissive faggots like me and real men. This blog is obviously not "politically correct" and uses terms like "straight superiority," etc. If you are a minor or offended by this, please go elsewhere. Send any questions comments (or propositions!) to servant4str8men@gmail.com. Enjoy!
I don't speak his language but he speaks mine, if you know what I mean. It was the most powerful thing when we met--predator and prey, dominant and slave, macho and sissy, Alpha and faggot.
He started literally reshaping me for his pleasure right away.
He made the arrangements with some spa where they also only spoke Russian and 12 electrolysis treatments later, I was permanently smooth all over, "more like girl" for him. That night, after the last treatment he showed me the training corset he would force me to wear to make my waist smaller and ass look rounder, more the way he likes. Then the rough sex, as usual, during which he talked down to me in words meant only to excite him. There's no mistaking the tone though. I know when a man treats me like a bitch.
While I don't know exactly how my owner makes his money, I can tell you it's not at a legit 9-5 job. Last week, he had an "associate" who speaks English and knows about my owner's "tastes" come over to explain the plans. "He's going back to Russia and wants to take you with him. You have two months to put your affairs in order here first. You won't need to bring anything except your passport, ID, and birth certificate which you will surrender to him when you get there. He'll take care of everything else."
That night, sensing I was already surrendering to him, my owner fucked me even harder than usual. I wanted to tell him how grateful I was for taking me but the best of what we have together will remain, perhaps forever, unspoken.
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I don't speak his language but he speaks mine, if you know what I mean. It was the most powerful thing when we met--predator and prey, dominant and slave, macho and sissy, Alpha and faggot.
He started literally reshaping me for his pleasure right away.
He made the arrangements with some spa where they also only spoke Russian and 12 electrolysis treatments later, I was permanently smooth all over, "more like girl" for him. That night, after the last treatment he showed me the training corset he would force me to wear to make my waist smaller and ass look rounder, more the way he likes. Then the rough sex, as usual, during which he talked down to me in words meant only to excite him. There's no mistaking the tone though. I know when a man treats me like a bitch.
While I don't know exactly how my owner makes his money, I can tell you it's not at a legit 9-5 job. Last week, he had an "associate" who speaks English and knows about my owner's "tastes" come over to explain the plans. "He's going back to Russia and wants to take you with him. You have two months to put your affairs in order here first. You won't need to bring anything except your passport, ID, and birth certificate which you will surrender to him when you get there. He'll take care of everything else."
That night, sensing I was already surrendering to him, my owner fucked me even harder than usual. I wanted to tell him how grateful I was for taking me but the best of what we have together will remain, perhaps forever, unspoken.