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Get yourself a submissive male. I was in a similar position to many of you with abusive boyfriends, and I decided I had enough after a girlfriend told me that she was a second generation Dominant.

I listened with fascination and glee as she explained how her mother wore the pants in the family and her father wore the p******. She had a great childhood because she was in charge and her father had to obey both her and her mother.

I didn’t think it would work at first, but I dated a few submissive men. I found one that is right for me and now I finally have the good life that I deserve. I wear the pants and he actually does wear p****** whenever I say he must. I have photos of him in his p****** and other compromising positions and so he isn’t going to rebel. He hands over his pay check and I give him an allowance, which he must account for. He pampers me and services me s******* whenever I demand it. He can’t say no. It’s a great relationship. As for B***, – I punish him often and I don’t give any mercy.

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When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.