Jamal’s Confession
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I wouldn’t consider myself to be a bisexual, despite the fact that I regularly fuck both men and women. The male form just doesn’t turn me on, but neither does the female body either.
No, the real turn on for me is the power play.
I love the game. I love it when they submit to me and grant me total control.
When someone submits, it’s as if heaven has opened up and God is speaking directly in my ear, saying “Jamal, this is a gift for your pleasure, use it wisely”.
And I do.
Don’t get me wrong, I am totally respectful. I make sure to talk them through the stop signs and signals. As well as what they consider their hard limits to be. But I often find that people don’t quite know what their limits actually are. I help them explore aspects of themselves that they never even knew they wanted to explore. Then I push them further. They love it, and all come back for more, if I allow them to that is.
I am quite good at reading people, knowing what they want to do but are too afraid to ask for.
I think as a species we crave domination. We want some alpha figure to come in, take charge, and put us in our places.
It is tribal.
It is evolutionary.
It is pure sexuality.
All it takes for most women to be on their knees for me is sustained eye contact, a little nod, perhaps a few words spoken with confidence and expectation. Men often take a little more work. They can be afraid of what it would mean, “Would it make me gay?”
Like it matters.
Once I highlight that the fact they are even contemplating that question suggests their desire to do so, well, they fall like putty. That said, I do find that having a woman in the room can help their initial transition into submission. Particularly if the woman in question is hot, sexually free, and dominant herself. Or if the man has a history with her.
Once we get going, most men are more than willing to watch me fuck their misses, and then fuck them in turn. Then I make them clean up after us, get us drinks, and roll our joints. They seem to appreciate being told what to do and love the compliments they get for a job well done.
Once a man accepts that he isn’t the alpha, his happiness actually increases. He stops striving to become more than he is and is in turn free to be himself, no longer burdened by the weight of responsibility that comes with being a true leader, the top bull, the alpha male.
This short story is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’
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