I've been in a submissive relationship for a while now.
It all started when he suddenly moved in (long story), as soon as we first met and I looked into his eyes I've been unable to stop myself doing whatever he desires. I cook, clean and shop for him and keep him entertained on demand. The only trouble is he's a bit of a dirty bugger, into pissing and shitting everywhere and having me clean it up.

Many times I've had him lying on the bed when I see that mischevious glint in his eye and experience a mounting sense of dread. You see, I know this means I'll soon see the nose of his brown trout sniffing the air before making its majestic leap onto the bedcovers and I'm the one who has to clean it up.

If that wasn't enough, sometimes he'll decide to unleash his golden fountain all over me while laughing like he's just seen Kerry Katona being bummed to death using a selection of Iceland finest frozen produce, again leaving me to deal with the mess.

The relationship has only been going on 6 months but already its changed my life. Sometimes its exhilarating, sometimes it drives me to the pits of despair. There is one thing that gets me through the dark times though, the thought that the little bugger will have to do the same for me when I'm eighty.
(The man with the flan swashed his buckle on, Wed 28 Oct 2009, 9:49, 5 replies)

Now that's very sweet
Just as long as you're not fucking him...

Click!
( SpankyHanky, Wed 28 Oct 2009, 10:08, closed)

Of course not!
I'm not gay.
(The man with the flan swashed his buckle on, Wed 28 Oct 2009, 12:26, closed)

Click
Had to re read that a few times to get it. Nicely done.
(Obi wanker nobi Its not a bug, its an unexpected feature, Wed 28 Oct 2009, 10:40, closed)

Gawd that was getting pretty horrible
great punchline though
( Fitznicely into a thimble, Wed 28 Oct 2009, 11:57, closed)

is it s a dog or a baby
so confused.....
( camp freddy well, would you look at that!, Wed 28 Oct 2009, 16:51, closed)