His Reaction Is Positive
"He's responding quite well and true to his sub nature, I must say," Karyn commented. "Many of them exhibit this deferential behavior, which I call it. Does he defer to your preference in most things now? Notice how calm he becomes when I speak about him to you? He seems to enjoy being the subject of our conversation like an object." Karyn glanced at me as if objectifying my presence while at the same time validating her theory.
"You like this, don't you?"
"Yes. Notably yes, Ma'am."
"Good catch. I concur," she turned back towards my wife. "He enjoys being the subject of our conversation. He clearly likes pleasing women, which is why we're even discussing this. He values my opinion of him and wants to please me. That's a good indication of a positive response."
"What do you mean by 'first response'? Is there a second response?" My wife inquired.
"To answer your question, yes, there's a second phase if you're willing to explore it further. So far, he's shown an ability to accept direction from females and that's a good beginner step." Karyn momentarily contemplated her next words.
"So, as a professional dominatrix, what do you recommend I do next? You seek my insight about how to take this forward, right? I don't want to jump to conclusions."
"Naturally!" My wife admitted. "I appreciate your wisdom and experience in turning male submission fantasies into reality. So, what would you advise next for him?" Her gaze drifted towards me, sitting silently between them, watching their conversation closely. I couldn't help but be drawn in by how it made me feel.
"You're requesting my opinion on what comes next," she confirmed. "He's been receptive to taking instructions from females and is still fairly new to his role.
"Do you find his sexual performance satisfactory?" Karyn questioned casually, as if placing a takeout sushi order. My wife looked at me, and Karyn looked at me.
"He's okay with the question, isn't he?" Karyn stated, implying her expectation of agreement. "And keen on your input on this, I'd wager."
"Yes. And I'm very interested." I found myself unable to resist the allure of their conversation.
"He answers direct questions with minimal, quiet responses. He never volunteers to contribute to the discussion and has become appreciably submissive concerning your decisions. That's very characteristic of a sub discovering his role. He may not know how we want him to react. Additionally, the surrealism of the situation with me present is probably magnifying his unusual responses." Karyn looked at me. "Agreed?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good. Jenna, should we focus on improving his sexual performance or intensify things? Is he ready for the next part?" Karyn raised an eyebrow, glancing at my crotch. "It looks like he's ready."
"He's performing adequately. However, as we've mentioned, he hasn't been able to cum when instructed. That's something I'd like to see changed."
"Have you tried caging him or using a milking sleeve? Making him reliant on you for an orgasm could be effective. Sacrificing control can transform a man."
"I think it's a psychological issue, not a physical one. I'll handle it," my wife answered. "Then, tell me about phase two."
"Phase two entails increased dedication but marks a significant turning point. He needs to be nude in front of a stranger. In his case, someone he knows but doesn't know well and for a limited period. In order to progress, he needs to be comfortable with who he is and his submissive nature. We've been calling him your sub. Subs aren't usually dressed when Dommes are conducting a scene. The following step would be to act like a sub in front of spectators." Karyn glanced at all three of us, seeing our agreement.
"That behavior will help reinforce his identity as a submissive. If someone other than you recognizes him as a sub, he will feel more at ease expressing his submissive persona, recognizing he's meeting expectations."
Can I truly perform this action? May I remove my clothes in front of Karyn? I believe so. I imagined feeling exposed, put on show like a slave in a market. Could I manage an erection at this taste? If so, when Karyn noticed the boner, would she touch it? I was confident I wished to ascertain.
Karyn inquired, "May I touch him?" Jenna agreed. Karyn delicately placed her warm, cocoa-colored hand on the nape of my neck and affectionately bent my head to stare at her lap. Her touch seemed sizzling against my skin. Hot, commanding, and compellingly stimulating.
"You must possess various unpredictable emotions stirring within you at present. They tend to be perplexing," she stated. "I propose you relinquish your attempt to control this issue. Merely follow the sensations. You have faith in Jenna, and you are also aware that you can have faith in me. We won't initiate pain," she continued. "We shall, however, supply an escape from the male stereotype that you feel trapped in."
My wife inquired, "Must he be jobless?"
"In due time." Karyn's attention amalgamated back to me. "I command you to stand up and shed your clothes. Stack them on that chair beside the door and then revert to kneeling in front of me again." I felt light. I commanded myself to perform as instructed. I took off my clothes, stripping away the barriers protecting my privacy. I knelt in front of them, nude, defenseless, and noticeably aroused in front of two wholly clad women.
"Wow. I didn't anticipate his courage," my wife commented. "Now what's your next move?"
Karyn inspected her handbag, delved through it, and extracted a black leather collar panelled with four metallic D-rings, one in the front, one in the rear, and an additional pair on either side.
"Bend your head toward me," she directed. I was anchored by her crupellation.
"Now, for clarity," Karyn expressed. "You do aspire to learn what ensues, correct?" I nodded.
"Yes. I envisage uncovering the unknown. I desire to be employed sexually. I crave to be taught." Regrettably, I was incapable of verbalizing my watery, desperate desire more precisely. Thankfully, my impatient wife relieved me of this burden.
"Alright, undress and kneel in front of Karyn again, nude and robust." My nudity and ardency applied pressure on my knees. I cautiously obeyed.
Karyn circulated her shopping-basket-sized purse and retrieved a black leather collar with four interchangeable D-rings imbedded in it, one at front, one at rear, and another pair on either side.
"Bow your head towards me," she ordained. The manacle tightened around my neck and she allocated herself a better look.
"Idyllic!" she cried. "This collar is your beacon. It is a denotation of your submission. When you're adorned with a collar, you will aim to be the finest subservient you can be. The collar signifies you are the subservient assets of the dominant women who supervise you. Collared, you can't officialize the images with your dominant colleagues, dependent on Jenna or me to collar and free you from the servitude that the collar dictates. You acknowledge?" I nodded, dreading the crack in my voice.
"So what exactly are you?"
"My property, a sub." I inhaled deeply as I uttered these dramatically honest confessions.
"Fair enough," Karyn smiled. "Perchance an auction line would serve as the jumping-off spot?" Then, recalling my vegetative state, "Certainly not trouble-free to partake in an auction, though the emotional discomposure encourages sexual arousal in you, wouldn't you so?"
"I'm eager to obey you. I crave playing the role of an instrument of sex. I will endure tending to your home, providing services, and anything you request," I stammered forth.
"Kneel before me and kiss my feet," Karyn endorsed. As I prostrated, nude and raring, my lips delicately caressed her stilts.
"Stay there." Jenna tempered. "Now that you have been endeared by a collar, you are committed to carrying out all orders I give," she articulated. Otherwise, you'll be without your accessory. You're now a sub.
A man comfortable being undressed and collared in the presence of ladies - specifically, these two women. A guy who prefers to obey in the bedroom, dispensing judgements rather than commands. Someone who is stimulated by dominant females. That's who I transformed into, and I yearned to prove it to them. I was driven by this newfound determination.
"Get up," Jenna ordered. "Let's see if you're truly prepared for this new stage." I rose to my feet. They regarded me with amazement. "How long can he maintain such an erection?" Karyn inquired.
"Long enough," Jenna said. "We've been rehearsing." The ladies contemplated my hard penis for a while, then my spouse said, "Get used to this. You'll be subjected to commands and leered at a lot. In fact, go stand over there." I sauntered to the other side of the room and stood at ease. The females surveyed one another and chortled.
"Few individuals need to be educated about obedience," Karyn commented. "Or fulfilling requirements, for that matter. He instinctively assumed he should remain in an alert state of readiness with his member fully aroused at a 30-degree angle. The face is held high, the back straight as a rod, and the cock standing erect."
The chortling subsided. Jenna said, "Ease up, soldier! But keep the erection at the ready!" The women erupted in peals of laughter. I relaxed slightly. Karyn sauntered over to my side and brushed her palm along my back, down my butt, and along my thigh.
"Do you appreciate when I pet you like that? Like I'm scanning the merchandise?" She raised a manicured, tawny hand with red polish and stroked it along my chest, then down to my lower abdomen.
"Feel free to share your thoughts. Being a good sub involves being open and susceptible, did you know that? I'm eager to hear what you're experiencing and what you're desiring." Her palm glided over the backs of my thighs, clasping my buttocks, pinching each cheek.
"Has he received a spanking before?" Karyn inquired of my spouse.
"Yes, we've experimented," she answered. "He likes being spanked. It's a form of praise for him. Full disclosure? From time to time I spank him a little when I tease him. I revel in how he moans and groans more when he's spanked."
"See how rigid he is simply by discussing it," Jenna remarked sarcastically. "Would you prefer if Karyn spanked you, honey?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied. "I would love that very much!"
"Hurry into the kitchen and bring me a chair," Karyn instructed. "Since you've behaved well, I'll reward you."
I scurried into the kitchen. My penis bounced. I felt elated, almost ecstactic. I was about to be spanked by Karyn in front of my wife. I was going to be humiliated. Yet strangely, that turned me on. I was also being initiated. I would become a genuine sub.
I set the kitchen chair in the midst of the room. Karyn strutted over sexily and sat down. She beckoned me to position myself. Her hands caressed my buttocks, far away from Jenna, who observed the entire scenario.
"How does this make you feel? Like the compliant male you always dreamt of being? Do you derive pleasure from lying naked across another woman's lap?
"You've a fine pair of firm cheeks," Karyn remarked. "Your wife is watching you get spanked. How does that make you feel? Like the seasucker you envisioned becoming? Are you engrossed by being spanked in front of Karyn?"
"Thank you, Ma'am!" I exclaimed, my voice exhilarated but not whiny, not desperate for approval, just like a depraved sub who was parading his desire for everyone to witness.
"What are you?"
"I'm a sub, Ma'am. Your possession."
"Correct response."
After that, the spanking commenced in earnest. My cock stiffened further against her thighs as her hand chastised my backside. When she was through, she commanded me to rise.
"Let's observe how much you adored that." I blushed when I rose. My erect penis was unabashedly protruding, announcing my masochistic tendencies. "Keep your hands on top of your head, out of the way. We wish to view it."
"Your cheeks are as pink as your rear," Jenna observed. "However, your cock suggests otherwise. You're blushing but your cock suggests you relished the experience. Are you embarrassed to be spanked and still hard in Karyn's presence?"
"I'm guilty as charged," I admitted, bowing my head in submission. The sight of my stiff cock only compounded my embarrassment.
"Alright," Jenna said. "She's always known. Now you know for certain too. Aren't you actually embarrassed about this? Isn't it difficult to deny your desires after this? Have you been battling guilt over being aroused by discomfort and humiliation? Do you hesitate to accept the role of a submissive?"
"Well, I guess so," I confessed.
"Karyn won't think any less of you, nor will I. Submissives are crucial in the BDSM scene. We wanted to be dominant and submissive, right? Me leading you following? Currently, I want you to get on your knees and thank Karyn for your spanking. Not everyone would do that for you."
I dropped to my knees with my hands clasped behind me and my head bowed down.
"Thank you, Karyn, for your spanking, Miss Karyn."
"Your gratitude could be shown a bit more passionately, sub. Kiss her feet. Be a little more enthusiastic. Make her feel your gratitude."
As I knelt down on my hands and knees, I bent forward and kissed Karyn's feet. "Please, Miss Karyn, I'm so grateful for your spanking! I appreciate your attention and I hope you'll consider giving me another spanking in the near future. Please acknowledge my gratitude."
"Better, sub. I accept your appreciation and recognize your lower standing. You may help me by present your ass as a footstool."
I moved swiftly to obey. Turning on my hands and knees, I crouched with my face on the ground and offered my pink ass to Karyn. She exhaled slowly as she removed her shoes before she placed her feet on me.
"Spread your knees a bit more." I did as told, and felt her toe tap my hanging testicles. "Having such obedience." She looked at Jenna, who was witnessing the transformation of her husband, and smiled. "He makes a great submissive, congratulations."