In this text, I’m going to tell you how, at 27, I discovered that I am a submissive man.
Being naturally very curious, I decided a few months ago to take the plunge and sign up on dating sites to meet a girl. However, initially, I wasn’t at all fond of the concept of online dating. The chances of finding love this way seemed very slim to me.
Unveiled Desires: A Submissive Man’s Awakening on a Dating App
One evening, after a long day of work, I logged on and decided to sign up on a well-known dating site. Very quickly, I matched with several girls. One profile caught my attention in particular. In the photo, I saw a young girl with orange hair and a piercing gaze.
At first, I didn’t dare send the first message. Barely thirty minutes after the match, she sent me a message saying, “Hey, move it!” This direct and bold attitude from the start intrigued me.
In fact, I felt a mix of humiliation and shame, accompanied by an intense desire to explore a side of myself that was still unknown. Yet, I wasn’t even on a site specialized in this kind of experience, just a regular dating app.
Determined to respond despite my unease, I wrote to her that the least she could do was show some politeness. Her reaction was immediate. She ordered me to shut up and gave me ten seconds before she’d block me. To emphasize her words, she started a countdown in the messages: “10, 9…” down to “3.”
My hands started trembling. In a panic, I sent a flurry of confused messages, almost begging to avoid being cut off from this strange connection that, despite everything, irresistibly drew me in.
Finally, she gave me her Instagram, simply writing “good.” I immediately understood that I shouldn’t overwhelm her. So, I decided to adopt a more discreet approach. Yet, without her asking, I felt the need to take the initiative further by writing her a letter, begging her to keep in touch with me.
Embracing My Role as a Submissive Man: A Journey to Boston
For three days, she remained silent, ignoring all my messages. Faced with this lack of response, I decided to act differently. Knowing she was near Boston while I was in Philadelphia, I made the decision to travel there directly and share my location with her.
Moments after arriving near Boston, she sent me a voice message. Nothing more than a simple snap of her fingers followed by an address. It was an Airbnb.
I didn’t hesitate for a second and went to the address she provided. What awaited me there was simply extraordinary.
I was welcomed as expected. She explained that she was looking for a submissive man who would do all her chores. I learned that she was a university student, studying sociology. Right away, she ordered me to undress and stand naked. Then, she asked me to do one of her assignments.
So, there I was, completely naked in a very cold room, bent over on my knees, writing and completing her assignment. Meanwhile, she was comfortably settled in another room where it was warm, casually watching TV. However, she didn’t forget to come every half hour to perform a “quality check” on my progress. Depending on her mood, she’d let me kiss or merely brush against her feet.
The most surprising thing is that she didn’t know me at all. Yet, I think she recognized in me the submissive man she was looking for. By instinct, she knew I would bend to her orders.
I must say, I didn’t really have a choice. Her beauty left me speechless. At 27, for the first time, I knelt before a young girl—an 18-year-old domina, no less.
