There’s little I love more than putting straight men on a leash… But let’s start from the beginning. There are those Instagram or Twitter accounts that unfold before you like a photo diary. Every meeting, every lunch, every professional or academic success, and every vacation is recorded in countless photos and comments, and of course the owner and creator of these photos is smiling at you in almost every one of them.
Simon has such an account. Simon is a young guy, almost 30, well-built and athletic, as his many photos from the fitness temple attest. Most of the time he’s smiling at various pretty young women, and even more often you can see him posing in front of the mirror in changing suits and outfits in perfect „straight acting“, always underlined with cool finger poses. I never understood the meaning of finger pointing in photos, but I suspect that the „victory sign“ coined by Winston Churchill is not the real reference these straight men are going for, is it? But then again, I’m 45 years old and don’t need to understand everything anymore.
Tasty straight men and their master
The little guy is really delicious, not only because of his bright smile, his well-trimmed three-day beard, his brown eyes, and his full hair. Simon is a real eye-catcher and now stands nervously in front of me in my BDSM room, far away from all the heterosexuality he is so used to.
He’s wearing a suit, and not the cheap kind, combined with sporty sneakers. He’s constantly reaching for his neat tie knot and smoothing it out. It’s a gesture that seems to give him confidence, but it doesn’t seem to work so well with me in the room. So he likes tight things around his neck? I smile inwardly and lean forward in my leather chair. The leather creaks and I point to the floor in front of me with my gloved hand: „Put it here!“
His fawn-colored eyes look at me, then down to the floor and back to me. My order was clear and unmistakable. He strokes his tie again, knowing that he’ll have to act.
I can see a stronger bulge forming in his pants because the commanding tone is probably music to his ears. It’s all about devotion to the sweet straight man. The devotion to a man who is actually beyond sexual orientation – at least by self-definition. You could also call it „bi-sexuality under certain conditions“. Otherwise, such guys pant after the ladies in everyday life and stand with their buddies in the shower at the sports club without looking at their dicks.
When he arrives in front of me, I look at him and his bulge: „Must be horny, you little pussy licker, huh? Take off your pants!“ He takes his pants off, right over his sneakers, and he’s well prepared for the encounter, having bought a jock strap as instructed for his first „gay experience“. I let him keep the sneakers because the floor is cool. He folds the clothes neatly, puts them on a small pile so I won’t be offended, and stands up in front of me in his usual nice masculine way. I guess he wants to impress me, and I have to admit that it works a little, but I won’t let it show.
The master commands the straight men: Show your juicy cock!
Now comes the most exciting part for us: the mind game. I put a mask over his beautiful eyes and give him a verbal summary of the coming hours: „You’re about to serve a man … I’m going to look into your sweet straight pussy and see what you can do with it …“, and so on.
He trembles and answers dutifully. His repetitive „Yes, sir“ gets a little monotonous after a while, but I let him have it because I’m responsible for the entertainment. Now I have a great picture in front of me: the young man is so excited that his pre-cum is dripping through his pants. I liked it so much that I took a picture of it. The image below is not reenacted, it was taken live during the June 2021 session.
„Show me your juicy cock,“ I command, and he takes it out. His medium-sized uncircumcised cock, matching his beautiful tanned skin color, is stiff as a stick and bent down a bit. „Then get on your knees,“ I say in a calm but authoritative tone. I touch his head, brushing through the full, tousled hair, then let my hand slide to the back of his neck, increasing the pressure in my grip.
A firm grip around the neck can quickly lead to a feeling of helplessness. When my hand in the soft leather glove wraps around the neck of my play partner, any resistance is useless and the accompanying submissive look kills me.
The neck is often an underestimated part of the body in lovemaking, yet it is so wonderfully easy to play out your dominance right there. I’m not even talking about breath control or choking games, but the neck as a sign of ownership. Many animals also show their submission by showing their most sensitive areas – usually the belly or neck. With a firm grip on this area, it’s easy for me to quickly get my client into the position I want, and the whole thing is usually accompanied by a lustful moan on his part.
Straight men kneeling – submissive with collar
I push Simon down a little deeper, then grab the prepared gold chain collar and put it on him. Not too tight, just enough so that I can still slide my index and middle fingers between his neck and the collar, and slowly slide it forward to his Adam’s apple. Simon’s head turns and I force him to look into my eyes. His puppy dog eyes really stimulate me… I look forward to spending time with him.
The collar or shackle around the neck has always symbolized the domestication or bondage of a being. Like the halter on a horse or the collar on a dog or cat. Nothing says „I belong to someone“ more than a ribbon, chain, or shackle around the neck. When shopping for collars, don’t forget the leash that goes with it. If the collar marks ownership, the leash limits movement and shows who is in charge. A firm tug on the leash can save a lot of words and will not be misunderstood.
My Simon is learning this very quickly. I bought an expensive collar and a matching leash, chic in their golden look, because I love to play on the leash. So you can indulge in the premium version, I’d say.
As I click the leash onto his collar, he lets out a small sigh. I stand up and stand in front of him. He looks up at me. Then I take the leash for a moment and with a gentle tug, I indicate that he should crawl and we walk nicely together across the room. Simon is compliant and quickly learns how to behave.
Then we return to the starting position. He kneels in front of me and I stand in front of him. I stroke his head in praise and he gratefully presses against my leg. He’s more relaxed and calm now that he knows I’m in control and there for him. The leash symbolizes control and therefore must not fall to the ground, but must remain in my hand or be attached to a stable point, in this case, the heavy cage in the next room, while I prepare the next station of our journey.
The innocent straight guy with the „bi fantasies“ now gets a vaulting horse under him so his tight ass shows in all its glory. I work his butt with all kinds of games and enjoy his steady erection, which is otherwise rather rare when you take care of the butts of your play partners. But the straight man finally feels a man at his virgin backdoor and goes off like a firecracker.
When I take off his collar later, I give him some homework for the next meeting: He should buy such a necklace for himself. By now, my dear Simon is wearing a chain collar. Whenever he strokes his tie, he’s reminded of me and our meeting.