A few of you will already know the story I’m about to tell and reveal.
But let me go back a little bit.
Sometimes it is hard to nail down the exact time frame for things but I will guess that for about 7 or 8 years I have been on a journey to accept I am not just an ordinary bottom, but a submissive fag.
During that time, my husband and I played on and off with trying out the dynamic. We had always been kinky from the start. He is a bossy top but he never quite fit the role of Dom. He did try though.
About two years ago we agreed to an open marriage. He could find partners and I could find partners.
I had one Online Dom in Jan of 2025. Pretty good.
It ended when he said he just didn’t want me to be a sub for him anymore.
Then in Nov of 2025, I met Sir S. I had responded to a Reddit ad. We were an instant match, every amount of sub energy and sub ideas I had, my POV, matched his on the Dom side. For two weeks or so I was the happiest I had ever been.
But!! Sir S had required my husband to get permission before he used me for sex. Which my husband did not like. The choice was mine & eventually, I quit Sir S. Then he gave me a second chance. My husband said he understood this time but once again, when he was upset I was swayed and quit again.
Now there are many stories and tales in this blog and I have been open that I sensationalize many of the elements. And one of those elements is that my husband, I portray him as more dominant than he is. And you know why, because I love him. I do.
But through my husband trying to be a dom & the handful of online Doms I have had, Sir S is the one. I regretted walking away. I thought of him often. The way he talks to me is the perfect blend of desire, commanding respect, sweet degradation…and he does it all so effortlessly. He is not pretending. He simply is the kind of man who wants to own another man. A fag.
And so while you all have watched me write my blog entries where I bemoan not being able to find the right dom, the truth is I had already met him before I even started this blog.
So let’s go to today’s events. A mutual reached out to me to offer support. A mutual who has been very sweet. And when I relayed the story about Sir S, that person basically told me I had made a huge mistake. That a true alpha male, online or not, will absolutely control my sex with anybody else, including my husband.
A second mutual talked to me today too and we had a blast and to both of you, thank you so much.
So. I messaged Sir S. He could have told me to fuck off. Kick rocks. But no. He was happy to hear from me. Glad to give me advice. He could see I was a fag in need of a man. In need of him.
And so I finally got the courage after that to sit down with my husband & explain I was going to be owned by Sir S and from now on, he would need permission to have sex with me in any way.
My husband and I love each other. That is a hard hard thing to hear from your spouse. But he has accepted it. We want to continue being good spouses, and I will be owned. We are open, he is free to pursue partners of his own as well.
I am born this way. I need a MAN to own me. I feel guilt, I feel anxiety about this, of course I do.
But this is the way I am. This is what I need to be happy. I have to serve a man. I have to be his property, as much as I can be in this day and age. I want to wake up every day and my sole purpose is to obey Sir S and please him.
That’s all for now. Unless he tells me there is more. Because make no mistake, Sir S is going to monitor this blog when he likes.
He did not tell me to take it down. Instead perhaps it can still be a tool to inspire others, born like me, who need to be owned by a man before you truly truly feel happy.
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