I've been discreet, they say I seem straight, and when I confess that I'm gay, people are usually surprised and even think I'm joking. I have a masculine voice, hoarse and masculine manners, so it's hard for them to suspect that I'm gay. That's a problem for me, since most people assume I'm active and dominant, when in reality, in intimacy, I like the submissive role, being a good little bitch and obedient.

I have many fantasies with dominant male men, but I rarely meet one, although I'm fascinated by them.

I had been exchanging messages with a guy who said he wanted to have a little bitch to fuck whenever he wanted, but there weren't many. He told me about the dirty and filthy things he would do to me if I dared to go, that he wanted me to be well-fucked and submissive to serve him like his male. He was 37 years old, 5'9", 176 lbs, dark-haired, masculine, and hairy, and he told me he loved to dominate and humiliate, and he was looking for kink; I got hard instantly when he said that.

Several weeks of hot chat until finally, I got up the courage and we agreed. He warned me that he's always the male, a real man, and he loves little bitches like me to humiliate them a lot. Does that make sense, little bitch? - the way he addressed me, authoritarian and vulgar, was turning me on even more. It was a Friday night, and I received his message that said: "I'm craving a little bitch to serve me, I've got my stinky underwear like you like it, and my legs, no need to mention" you'll go crazy smelling and licking me.

Are you coming? - When I read the message, I got very excited and desperate for a male, I hesitated a bit until I replied that I was dying to be his little bitch and for him to possess me. He gave me the address, and I went, when we met on the street, my first impression wasn't very good, he was more attractive in photos than in person, however, he had such a masculine appearance that from there, he started turning me on. Everything was very normal at first, like two straight men greeting each other, he explained how I could get there more easily next time (he already assumed I would repeat) and so, very normal, until we entered his house.

When he closed the door, the courtesy ended, and immediately, he gave me a slap on the ass that started turning me on, and he led me to the upper part of the house, we went to his room, and on the way, he didn't stop touching me roughly, like a real male.

We entered the room, he took me by the shoulders and with roughness, and with one swift motion, he made me kneel, my face at the height of his crotch, he pulled my hair, forcing me to look at his face, and he said: Is this what you came for, little bitch? And he gave me a slap that made me lose my balance, I didn't expect it, but it turned me on even more, if that was possible. With a commanding voice, he said: Lift my pants and suck my thigh - I felt humiliated there, kneeling, receiving orders, and also ...