Date: Fri, 9 Mar 2007 14:22:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Carl Mastersen <cmastersen@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleeping Naked

True story of someone who felt that they could not
write it well enough had Me put in a naritive to send
in for them.

I'm not a very good writer, and it would be a very
long story. I'll describe my relationship with this
boy. It went on for a long time (about 5 years) when I
was a teen, and it was a very important relationship
in determining what I would grow up as and what I am
now. It was the first time I showed my submissive
nature, and my first sexual experience.

This boy and I had grown up together: we had known
each other since we were 5 years old. Until we were 12
or 13, it was all just normal kid stuff. Thats when we
got to the age where our parents started letting us
spend the night at each others house. It was also the
age where we started getting our first sexual feeling,
wet dreams, etc.

We would usually spend the night at his house. At that
age, I usually spent at least one night a week at his
house: more even during the summer. He lived in a
pretty big house, just him and his parents (he had two
older sisters, but they were both already in there
early 20s, and had moved out of the house). He had a
big bed, and we naturally just slept in the same bed.
After a few times, when we were getting ready for bed,
he said that he liked to sleep in the nude. He said it
felt neat, and kinda naughty. He said I should try it,
so I did. Nothing happened the first time, but the
second time, about 30 minutes after we had turned the
lights off, he slowly reached over and started to rub
my dick. I was kinda scared -- I didn't know what to
think. So I pretended I was asleep. I instantly became
erect, and he kept rubbing my cock. It felt so good.
After about 10 minutes, I came very hard. I hadn't
even masturbated myself yet: the only time I had cum
before was in a wet dream, and I felt so embarrassed
when I woke up after them. It felt so good to cum, but
I was also embarrassed and humiliated. But it felt so
good. He let me cum, then rolled over and went to
sleep.

So for a few months, it became very common. I would
spend the night at his place, we would sleep naked,
and he would rub me until I came. I felt so guilty
about what was happening, but I wanted to go back
again and again.

Then one night, instead of rubbing my dick, he began
to kiss my neck and face when we were in bed. I'm sure
by this time he knew I was awake when he would rub me,
and I think he wanted to see how I would react. I was
ok with him rubbing me while I was "asleep", but I
resisted him kissing me. So I pulled away, and he got
the message. Then I realized how I enjoyed what he was
doing, but I couldn't let myself believe that I
"wanted" him to it. But if I had no choice in the
matter, if I was "forced", then it would be ok. This
was the time when I first realized how liberating
being a sub could be, even if subconsciously.

So, the next day, I suggested we play a game (I think
it was a video game), and I said that the loser should
have to be the winners "slave" for the rest of the
afternoon. He asked what I meant by slave, and I said
they could make them do whatever they wanted: they
could tie them up, make them strip, wear girls clothes
-- whatever they wanted. My friend liked the idea, and
we played the game. Although I was better than he was
at most games, I lost the game -- I'm sure I did it on
purpose. So I was his slave for the rest of the day. I
don't think he knew exactly what to do with me, so I
helped him with some suggestions. That day, he made me
strip naked for him, dance around, and then he tied me
up on the floor and watched me struggle. This was a
very important first for both of us -- we were either
13 or 14 at the time.

So it became a routine. I would go over to play with
him after school (his parents both worked, so we would
have the house to ourselves all afternoon), or we
would spend the night at his house. We had lots of
time alone to experiment and play. We would play a
game, I would lose and become his slave for the rest
of the day. He began to have me do all types of
things. He started having me dress up in his sisters
clothes and act like a girl. I would wear pantyhose,
panties, a bra (that we would stuff), skirts, dresses,
shoes.....everything. I would even wear lipstick. He
would call me his girlfriend, put his arm around me
when we watched TV. He would try to kiss me when I was
dressed, but I would pull away still, and that where
he started using bondage on me more frequently. After
I was dressed, he would tie my hands behind my back,
my feet together, and blindfold me. Then he would kiss
me on the lips, and I would let him. He really enjoyed
this, and so did I.

It progressed from there to more sexual things. When
he had me tied up, he started rubbing my body and dick
when we were kissing, and I started to cum. This made
a strong sub imprint on me -- let yourself be tied and
used, and you will cum. Then he started sucking me off
when I was tied up. It was wonderful. Again, I felt
very guilty, but I would go back, day after day, time
after time.

Then one day, after he had won our game, he had me
dress in panties and a bra, and he tied me down spread
eagle to his bed. He blindfolded me with a scarf, and
started kissing me again. Then, he undressed, and
straddled me, and told me to suck his cock. I took it
into my mouth, and started sucking as best I could. It
felt so wonderful. I felt so submissive -- I loved
being "forced" to suck his cock. He couldn't last very
long, and came after only a few minutes. But we had
discovered something that would become typical for our
play. I think we were 15 at the time.

For the next 2 or 3 years (until we graduated high
school), this would be our normal mode of play. I
would be tied up in some manner, and he would make me
suck his cock. I loved every minute of it, and I
became quite good at it. We had both finally found
what we enjoyed most: me being tied up and "forced" to
service him, and him being satisfied as often as he
wanted. We would do it in different ways, but it all
came down to me sucking him off. Sometimes I would
dress as a women, sometimes not. He liked to keep me
naked sometimes. We would get together 2 or 3 times a
week.

One of the wildest things was one summer weekend when
we were I think 17 (we could both drive I know). His
parents were gone for the weekend, and we spent
basically the entire weekend together. He kept me
bound for most of the time, and sucking him off. I bet
I sucked him 7 or 8 times over the weekend. And he was
starting to tease me, rub me, but not let me cum. So I
think thats when I started identifying being a good
sub cocksucker with not cumming myself.