1. The Making of a Submissive


    Date: 10/12/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: AGreyFoxxx, Source: LushStories

    As I get older I tend to reflect on my past. How I got to where I am and those people who contributed along the way. One of the things that I tend to dwell on is my sexual journey through life. There was this girl in my neighborhood. She lived with her widowed mother on the next street over, our back yards butting up against each other. Her name was Barbara Poole, or Barb. Definitely not Barbie, she bristled at that. She was definitely not the perfect blonde bimbo of doll fame. Our fathers had survived the war and we were their affirmations that it had all been worth it. Her dad died in an accident when we were twelve. Barb had been a little pudgy growing up, not that it mattered to me, but by high school she had developed quite nicely. At sixteen, she had an hourglass figure; it was a big hourglass, but an hourglass just the same. 40DD-28-38, as I would find out. She had a very dominant personality; a take-charge person, which I found myself drawn to. This was my introduction to strong women, and I spent many a night masturbating to the thoughts of doing anything she asked. She had been a regular in our neighborhood touch football games, playing quarterback more often than not. When I was on the opposite side, I made it a point to make contact with her chest as often as possible. I thought I was being sooo subtle, until one day after the game was over she pointed to her chest and said, “You like touching these, don’t you?” I blushed, unable to speak. Embarrassed at being ... caught, but what did I expect. I never was very subtle after all. “Well? Out with it! Do you like to touch these? Or not?” “I guess so,” I mumbled, unable to look her in the eye and also not stare at her amazing chest. She grabbed my hands and pulled them to the swell of her breasts, “Go ahead!” I thought I was going to cream my jeans. God, they felt great! So soft! I was totally out of my league, here. My inexperience was showing, but so was my willingness to learn. “Let’s go over to my house. Mom won’t be home until 5. We’ll have plenty of time.” As a sophomore in high school, I was incredibly naïve. I followed along thinking ‘Plenty of time for what?’ I had no idea I was about to get my first lesson in female anatomy. Once inside, she led me to her bedroom, turned to me and said, “Let’s get one thing straight. No one, and I mean no one, gets told about this. Understand?” I stood there mute. ‘Gets told about what?’ I thought. “Well? You’ve got to promise me never to tell a soul. OK?” “Okay.” She peeled off her tee shirt, revealing a bra that would fit my head like a helmet. My jaw dropped. She reached around behind her and the next thing I knew; she was naked from the waist up. They were magnificent! So round, so proud, and so fucking beautiful! My pants tented. I was painfully hard. “Well, aren’t you going to touch them? Isn’t this what you wanted?” I gulped, held out my hands and hefted them. I was in heaven! They felt so good. My thumbs gravitated to her nipples, rubbing ...
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