Unexpected Submission in the Underground Parking

It had been a long time since I had fucked... correction: it had been a long time since I had sucked a pretty cock and gotten fucked. The distinction is important because I'm a bottom and therefore exclusively passive.

It was an encounter like all searching souls have known: a fairly short online chat, a meeting, and we see where it leads.

We had met at a café terrace for a drink at the end of the day, like an afterwork thing. We had chatted well and liked each other. He was taller than me and more muscular. Handsome man, penetrating gaze, a lovely deep voice, in short, the type in front of whom I usually get on my knees quickly.

Going to get our cars, we discovered they were parked almost side by side in the underground parking. Coincidence?, we noted jokingly. He had a spacious and high SUV. He obviously wanted to continue chatting and, after a few minutes standing in front of the vehicles (it was getting late and the parking was deserted), suggested continuing the conversation in his car. Me, anticipating the turn the evening was going to take, said no problem.

I got in and settled in the passenger seat. The discussion took, obviously, an openly sexual turn:

- I'd like to make love to you until you scream and make you my submissive...

I played coy (it excites men) and retorted for form's sake, but still a bit surprised to see that he envisioned me as submissive, that I preferred that we get to know each other a bit before considering anything, like "bottom yes, submissive, uh, not really, and I don't sleep on the first night."

I hadn't finished my sentence when, in one motion I didn't see coming, he grabbed me by the neck while simultaneously opening his fly. And before I could say anything, I had his cock in my mouth. This thick, hard cock that filled my mouth and prevented me from uttering a word, told me "I like you, you're already mine."

Me, half-gagged, half-choking, I alternated between moans and gagging. But the situation was taking a turn I quite liked. Faced with this sudden authority, I didn't even try to struggle. On the contrary, I sought, while noisily swallowing him, to position myself more comfortably because I was bothered by the armrest and gear shift.

He noticed, raised the armrest and told me to lie down (the width of his SUV allowed me to be almost flat on my stomach on the seat).

For a moment I even wanted to undress, but unfortunately the place didn't lend itself to it. In fact, he's the one who put his hand in my pants to tease my hole (I wasn't wearing underwear). At one point, he inserted one finger, then two, then three into my anus. So much so that he held me firmly by the ass, as if he already possessed me. And me, I wiggled while emitting little moans to signal that I agreed that my ass belonged to him.

The guy, who had told me his name was Marc, was very enduring and knew how to control himself perfectly. Despite all my efforts, my moans and gesticulations, the blowjob therefore lasted a long time. This didn't bother me because I love sucking.

I had fallen upon a dominant who had hidden his game well. I felt it in his confident gaze, the calm of his voice, his way of holding me by the neck, his gestures. His cock filling my mouth, entering and exiting (barely), and his fingers dilating my anus were effective "tools" of submission, tools to make you a bottom before you even realize it.

He had surely realized he had a bottom in front of him, because when a man pleases me, I am, without wanting to, a bit feminine. I simper, I'm mannered, I make doe eyes, I bat my eyelashes, in short, I act like a slut. I felt that with him, I was going to be one 24/7. And the prospect excited me. And when a guy excites me, I wiggle my ass to make him understand that I want him for me and in me. He had understood it well and his hand, which pushed me more and more to take him entirely, seized me by the hair and held back my back-and-forth on his cock.

- In the back, he told me breathlessly, getting out of the vehicle.

I followed him and discovered him sitting in the middle of the back seat, pants at his ankles, cock well erect.

- Strip and sit with your back to me on my cock, he ordered me.

Me, docile, I removed my pants...

- The top too, I want you naked...

I found myself nude in this car, ready to be sodomized by a stranger. I had just lubricated this magnificent pole with my saliva, which meant I had no trouble impaling myself on it. He took me by the hips and began to pound me, making me bounce on his member. I endured his assaults, moaning more to excite him and make him come than from pleasure. That's how it is, the first times, I only feel cerebral pleasure. I need a little time to let go and get off.

The coitus lasted a good while. He definitely knew how to control himself. Then he had the elegance to pull out of me to ejaculate. We didn't know each other, we hadn't discussed the "health" aspect, so he preferred not to stay in me, which reassured me too.

I got dressed, he pulled up his pants after wiping himself. Before I got out of the car, he held me by the neck and gave me a kiss, one of those kisses that create feelings and create a need, even temporary. After which, he told me we were going to see each other again very soon, that he wasn't finished with me, that he had plenty of projects for me.

We saw each other again, quickly and regularly, he became my Master and made me his submissive. With habit and feelings, he quickly came to ejaculate in me, granting me a seed that made me belong to him a little more each time. His somewhat rough domination of the early times was succeeded by a firmer but equally enduring tenderness. To his strict but benevolent grip were added ropes and gags. Daily, I am tied tight and gagged strict, and Marc subjects me to regular oral and anal training. When I say "training," that's not quite right: he makes love to me very regularly. Preferably tied up. And gives me a lot of pleasure. As much as I give him. Bottom in need of him, submissive to him. And in love with him.