There I was a..8 yr old staring at my teachers toes!

Submission. What does that really mean? Giving up control? Giving up ones desires in favor of their owner? I suppose it can take on different meanings. For me it all started as a little boy at a institution where discipline was the name of the game. I had this teacher, beautiful, strict and one caught me starting at her feet and proclaimed loudly to the class "What are you looking at boy"? I was left there red faced, feeling hot under my collar knowing that I had no defense.


As a 8 yr old, I didn't understand but as I grew older and I thought back at that moment; it truly was the defining moment in my life. Submission came naturally to me..be it with my mother, my teachers, my friends who were girls and then later on my girlfriends.


I have always been shy. When my first real girlfriend, asked me about a fantasy, I was hesitant to share but it was the best thing as she made that fantasy a reality. Read on to find out how it unfolded.


Saturday 3pm. I wake up from a nap with a message taped to my penis. A message from my girlfriend which simply stated, shave everywhere, shower and kneel on the circle drawn in the living area and await for instructions. The shaving took ages, and didn't I look a little silly...not seen myself that way for years! As instructed I knelt down. After about 1 hour I received a series of text messages. 1. In the kitchen there are some nipple clamps. Put the on. 2. Tie up your balls with the rope there. Tightly. 3. Put on my trousers and my pink blouse. 4. Meet me at the restaurant where we first met at 6pm sharp.


The clamps were tight. Felt like fire running in my chest. I was getting hard. Tying the rope to my balls were making the veins just pop out. As I put on her pants, I realized my predicament. The bulge was impossible to hide. The shirt barley hid the fact that I had some clamps on. Dressed I drove to the restaurant. The pain in my nipples now just a dull throb. As I parked the car and started walking, i could see the looks on the face of the people passing me by. Pointing. Giggling. I reached the restaurant and was led to my table. There she was, sipping a glass of wine. Waiting. No words. Just a look asking me to sit across. She told the waitress, I don't need a menu as I am not allowed to order. The waitress didn't bat an eyelid but she looked my with a half a smile.


As the water was delivered, my Mistress then asked me to pour down the water on my crotch. As I did that the ice actually made my blue balls feel good. I sat there uncomfortable. After dinner was ordered, she says, let's get you cleaned up. Relieved I got up. Eyes all around just watching me. I was beet root red! She followed me to the bathroom and motioned me to a stall. Inside she hands me a little vibrator and asks me to put in my ass. She has a remote which controls it. I was warned, let it slip and you will be wishing that you hadn't. I did my best to make sure it didn't pop out. She then added some weights to my nipple clamps, which were already sore.


Out we walked back to the table. I was having real difficulty in walking. I made it back and as I sat down, suddenly felt my butt come to life. Just startled me that I let out a yelp! She would do that a few times in the course of the meal..much to our waitresses amusement.


Once we get home, I am still asked to strip off. She slowly takes off the clamps. As the blood rushed back in...the pain oh my god the pain was unbearable...and I let out a small moan. Soon the balls were free but only for a bit as out had come the cock cage. I had to earn my freedom. Just not that night.

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