Having a young man, living in today’s toxic environment and being manipulated by the feminist movement all around Him, as your Dom for a couple of days, led to some interesting talks.

Master Tony is a smart kid. That helped. He had some honestly thoughtful questions, fed by my curious comments and they always ended with Him using one of my holes for His many pleasures. A young Stud is a Hard Find!

Of course, the big question I always get asked, and it was one He had a difficult time understanding the big picture of it, was why do I “Let” Him (my Owner) do “This” to me? In this case, the “This” is that I am to obey the commands of a 19-year-old kid when I am old enough and experienced enough to handle being on my own, at home for a couple of days without a man around the house to “care” for me.

That led to some long talks about feminism and equality as it was meant to be. My desires growing up, wanting to help the older men in my family. As well as a few select females in my family that had earned my respect and my service. Although at the time, I did not understand what I was doing other than being the friendly little kid.

Even when we were having dinner, He let me sit with Him at the table, I was naked and He was still dressed. Talking about how I was naked because I was told to be naked by my Owner. Well, Yes and no. I always enjoyed being topless or naked, even as a young girl. Whenever I got to be alone, I had to be alone because I was fat and if other kids saw me naked, they made fun of me.

So being naked, for me is a joy. Being naked because a man wants me to be naked and enjoys seeing this naked fluffy body, gives me confidence to be more. To want to please Him more.

He Made Me?

I want to have that right to be a “lesser” person to others who I respect and admire. That’s what feminism was to me growing up. Having that choice to have the life I want to have. Not to have a life that men or society ran by men got to decide for me. For me, It wasn’t ever about being able to compete with a man. I never wanted to compete with a man for the same things.

I was raised by parents that bought into the whole “Be your kid’s friend. Be equal partner as parents” crap. Dad was never the authority figure and mom had equal say in raising us as well as punishing us. And the punishment was more lectures than anything physical. Mom and Dad both sat down with us and gave us whatever tongue lashing we earned by doing something wrong. It never was right to me.

His Moral Compass

What I was most concerned with was Him and His mental well-being. I know, I’m getting into those big fancy words!! But He is in that stage of life where He is learning about being an adult, being the man, and having serious relations with females of His own age. And here He is, with an old fat lady who he gets to boss around and use as He wants when He wants without any negotiations or concerns for what I want.

He told me when and what I was to be used for. Something a man is not supposed to be doing with a woman in this “modern age”.

I was worried that my accessibility and how He was allowed to use me would hurt His chances with the ladies. I did not want to be creating a monster here. He insisted, as I was getting ready to suck His cock while watching some show on TV, that my slavery has actually helped Him with the ladies. (His words)

He is somewhat serious with a woman His own age. We have met her, she is really cute, very smart and we really do like her. He treats her like gold( as he does all other females) and does the whole respect thing with her. Like my Owner and His girlfriend, He will date her, whoo her, be romantic with her. But it’s an equal relationship. She is not submissive and He is not Dominant with her.

They insist they are not exclusive and that she is free to date other men as He is allowed to see other women. She knows He occasionally gets his rocks off with another woman. He didn’t share too many details on that. I was really curious but did not pursue how THAT conversation went. He sees me as “the other side”, the kinky side of experiencing life. As in being an occasional trip to the “other side” to get some fast relief, a blowjob as well as an occasional tight ass to fuck since most women hate “doing that”. I am something to enjoy learning from and with.

That conversation got Him rock hard as I was beginning to enjoy His cock in my mouth. But He had other plans and ordered me to show Him my ass. I got on the floor and pointed my head down, my ass up as I held it open for Him to see it. He pushed His cock into my pussy, fucked it for a few seconds, getting me all worked up then pulled out. I moaned my disappointment as I felt the head of His cock slide out then stop at the entrance to my asshole. He smiled, I know it when He just pushed it right in and I bit my lip and squealed a little from the pain.

As I held to my position as He started to rock Himself in and out of my ass with a slow rhythm, He said in a loud voice “I don’t think she would enjoy me doing THAT to her” ! I just kept panting and thanking Him for the honor to be used like that for Him. As the pain subsided, the joy, the feeling of His cock filing my tight hole was making me moan loader and with more passion. Until i felt the fatness of the tip of His cock start to pulse. I tried to hold steady as he started to fill my ass with his reward, but he kept pumping hard and grunting.

As He finally stopped pumping, He pulled His cock out. Hearing that “thump” from the suction, I quickly caught my breath and realized what he had done. I turned around to see His cock was still hard. Ready for me to suck it clean.

I wish I was better with the words to describe how I feel when this happens. To be fucked hard like that, no choice in how or what hole. Then to see the afterward. A cock that was just in me, wet and dripping. Waiting for me to make it clean again. To have it in my mouth no matter where it just was and lick it clean, wash it with my tongue as I worship its greatness as I wait for it to go soft for Him. The man who is using me. Yum!

The fact that they will usually thank me for being there for them to use always leaves me smiling. These wonderful Men my Owner has entrusted in using me, want to thank me for them filling my holes with their beautiful cock. In the end, I get to thank them for the pleasures they gave me. As I get to see that once hard cock, now a soft cock. All clean and ready to go back into the pants. To know I did that! I enjoy kissing the ground they walk on to show my appreciation!

Once he was back dressed. Actually, He just put His jockey shorts back on, He had me neatly fold His pants and put His socks in the hamper, then join Him back on the couch to watch the rest of the movie. I was used., Not loved, not pampered, not noticed for anything other than what i am. A sex toy who is also His slave. I love that feeling!

For anyone new here: I have known my Young Friend for several years. He was a shy, overweight teenager when we first met. He had acne and was not good with conversation. A real loner who did not want to be that loner.. So we sort of bonded as special friends over that shared part of our life. When I would be at His family’s house to help His mother clean, I would spend time with Him just talking with Him about school, about life, and trying to smile when the world is shitting on you as a vulnerable teenager.