What experiences did you have as a male that caused you to be submissive?

I am curious as to what experiences males have had that caused them to be submissive with a female? In my own case my experience in being spanked and dominated by a female caused me to become submissive and seeking out discipline by a female. When I was 18 years old, I did some yard work all Saturday for a 35 year old woman who was a friend of the family. Her husband was out of town that weekend. In the evening, after I finished the yardwork and had dinner and watched TV with the woman, she had me follow her down the hall to the bathroom. She then told me to look in the bathroom, and I saw that the bath tub was full of water. She told me that on Saturday night she gave males a bath in her house. She told me to take off my clothes and get in the bath tub. When I became embarrassed and told her that I would rather take a shower by myself, she got angry, marched me down the hallway to her bedroom, and took all of my clothes and shoes off. I was so surprised I just became passive. She then had me get on my hands and knees with my bottom up in the air. She then spanked me and I became very aroused as I was nude and feeling very vulnerable. After the spanking, she gave me a bath and lectured me on being obedient with women. Since then I have become very submissive with women who want to discipline me..

I was about 18 years old 1 of my girlfriends mother she was in her mid forties forced me to take an enema she put me down on my knees over the toilet seat slit her middle finger covered with Vaseline deep into my asshole instantly making my cock rock hard she noticed it and told me you must like that she began plunging her fingers deeper into me then she took hard douche nozzle and slip it deep into my asshole I remember hearing the click of the enema Clamp and feeling the warm water going into me she made me take the 2 quarts bag .

I've never been the same

It happend a number of time when i was about 6 yrs old and it continued till i was 12 or 13.

My cousine sister who was 9 yrs elder to me used to call her girl and guy friends at home, and used to pulldown my pants and showed my babiesh penis to them, fondling, caressin pulling the skin down and sucking at times, letting them touch me the same way, when i was asleep (often woke up when it was done) or jst make making sit on her lap when i was young enough.

previously i was unaware about anythng but when the sense of modesty came in, it was pretty humiliating and embarrasing.

when i tried to resist, i was forced down and had to be submissive being naked to a group of women and sometimes men as well who touched, examined and watched me being sexually treated and exposed as a specimen. she was the one who performed a masterbation on me and taught me to do it at 7 n half yrs old bt my sperms / cum came out at later age.

but later i enjoyed evry bit of it. being exposed them ....... and from then onwards i love to be naked with girls and guys.

Possibly it was my first introduction to orgasm that caused me to be a bit submissive, I was masturbated by 2 servants in the kitchen when I was 8. Something was done to me? something sexual, I enjoyed what they did though at that age did not understand it but it was done to me rather than me doing it, I was a highly sexed little brat I believe. That aspect was reinforced at the all boys boarding schools I attended where I actually saught domination, that usually involved being stripped and being given an erection and later being masturbated, but also from time to time some pain. One of my friends used to grab be and as I am uncircumcised, he woud pull the foreskin back hard until I was begging him to stop and promising to do anything he asked.

I have wondered about that myself. I'm not really a submissive but I like being punished by a female (m ywife specifically).

I think it came from being spanked by a married in aunt when I was 14. It was a pants down ass whoopin with something that looked like a piece of thin flexible wook or plastic. I just remember it being brown and flexible. The whole thing seems totally inappropriate these days but my parents were aware of it happening and fully supported her whipping my ass for what I / we did. My cousins , a girl my same age and her brother 2 years younger got it too.

I remember being shocked by how bad it stung and jumping up and twisting and reaching back around to block the blows which caused my pants and underwear to fall down to my knees. At one point she grabbed me around the waist and sat on the bed putting some of her weight on me in order to keep me bent over the bed. Because it hurt my right butt cheek so bad I twisted on to my right side so she had to sort of reach over to spank me . this caused me to face her somewhat and fully expose my penis . I was not really thinking about it during but hours later I was wondering if she saw everything. I was turned on by that and would get an erection everyone I would think about it.

Now that I no longer hide my kink from my wife and can discuss it openly to her. This repressed memory stands out to me as the most likely reason for this.

I don't know that I would consider myself submissive, but maybe I'm kidding myself, or maybe it is a matter of degrees. After all, we all started out the same way, with mothers controlling our lives. And those us happily married or in other long term relationships know that the two most important words are "Yes, Dear."

I'm not one bit submissive which perhaps is the reason I've been divorced twice and I'm single now.

I've often read that people, males mostly, in positions of responsibility or authority, often like to be submissive in their sexual relations. Maybe not always but at times there is apparently a need to relinquish control and let someone else make all the decisions and decide what to do. This would, I suppose, fall under the category of compensation for stress incurred by a particularly stressful occupation.

And while ordinarily they would be in charge, making decisions and being responsible for any number of important tasks, from time to time there is a need to be submissive.

I find this interesting because it would indicate that people can assume different roles, dominant or submissive, and be able to operate normally in both. Also making one question the reasons for being a submissive. I doubt it is all so straightforward as simply having a domineering mother or an absent father.

When I was about 12 years old, walking home from school, I threw a snowball at an older girl. She ran up to me and slapped my face, as another older girl watched. Pretty sure that was when I knew I needed spankings from my girl friends & later my wife. My wife took to it " Like a duck to water!" That was 44 years ago.

When I was a teen many years ago I had stayed with an aunt and uncle, the aunt turned out to be very dominate when the uncle was away, she made me submit to several bare bottom spankings.

For me there are many experiences that have caused me to become submissive. It is unclear if these experiences caused me to become submissive or if I had these experiences because I was naturally submissive. It seems something humiliating or embarrassing was always happening to me. Here are some of the highlights:Once when I was 10 I woke up late from be and walked out into the living room in my tighty whities where unknown to me, a female classmate of mine was sitting because my mom was babysitting her when her mother had to leave on an emergency. Her seeing me in my undies led to an incident a few week later. When I was 11 I was coerced into stripping completely naked in public by a 14 year old boy as a penalty for losing a race. When I was 12 I was staying at a 10 year old (male) cousins house for the summer. While I was sleeping, he pulled of my pajama bottoms and threw them out the window. He made me run out to get them. The next day he bragged to the neighbors children a boy of 10 and a girl of 13 that he did this. I denied it, but the next night, my cousin set a trap for me and did it again so they could watch. At 12 I accidentally picked up a pair of panties belonging to a 12 year old girl (same girl as first incident) that were laying on her dresser. She complained to my mom and I got spanked right there in front of her. When I was 13 I was pantsed by 2 twelve year old friends of mine. When they saw my hairless tiny penis, one of them dropped his pants to show me his large erection surrounded by a well developed bush. Later that week I was coerced to masturbate that same boy. I have had my rectal temperature taken at what I considered to be too old, had it taken in front of my cousin and even had it taken by my wife in front of my bother in law. This I have already written about elsewhere on the board. These any many other stories have left me a very submissive man. Now note that some of these incidents involved other males but these incidents still put my in a submissive role and as I matured this led to me being submissive with women. If anyone is interested in more details on any of these I would be happy to share. Just send me a PM.

I consider myself a switch. My sub side results from my earliest enemas; at home and once in the hospital. I was told to cooperate by the nurse and my mom. Both were very forceful. I had to have the treatment. This became an enjoyable situation, butt up, exposed and comfortable. My other side is to give similar pleasure to others knowing how they might feel. Shared pleasures is a big turn-on.

When going to the doctor during youth and most of adolescence I was obediently submissive (albeit frightened) whenever told to pull everything down and bend over the receptionist's lap for her to watch me endure the painful humiliation of injections in my bare bottom. In later years I got shots from a usually beautiful but invariably strict nurse and her firm insistence to drop trousers, pull down pants and bend over for them soon began to turn me on. One of them even admitted enjoying the feeling of control over me when I was in that vulnerable position, which excited me even more.

This is a good discussion. While I have contributed for years and would consider myself submissive, I don't believe I really ever posted on the trigger cause of my state. Despite all my real life experiences that I have written about that included childhood spankings, rectal temps., etc., I cannot really cite one of these specific events as the trigger.

I think the real trigger for me occurred when I saw the film The Possession of Joel Delaney as a young teen - the movie came out in 1972. Toward the end of the movie, there is a scene where a young boy played by Actor David Elliott has to strip naked in front of his mom Shirley McLane, and his sister, Lisa Kohane. Similarly, years later, I saw the very brief spanking scene of a boy in Midnight Cowboy by his "Aunt". These two scenes just gripped me!

Similarly, years later, I saw the very brief spanking scene of a boy in Midnight Cowboy by his "Aunt". These two scenes just gripped me!

That was something to remember indeed. But it all went by so fast first time I ever saw it. It wasn't until it was available on vid or dvd that you could stop and go through frame by frame and get the enema punishment scenes clearly in view ...

I think my submissiveness began as a child. My mother was always the dominant force in our home. There was dad, mom, my sister, myself and a younger brother. Mom controlled everything. I started fooling around with things at a very young age, maybe six or seven. Mom had all kinds of neat things, like douches, tampons, a diaphragm, and birth control foams inserted with a plunger type device. I used them all. The excitement of doing something naughty was just so arousing and taboo. It was also very embarrassing. It was all kept secret of course. Later I started cross dressing in her swimsuits and other clothing. I wore her panties, bras, hosiery, later panty hose, even some dresses. My guess is that I wanted to be dominant too and was emulating her. Later I found it was exciting to wear these items. The thrill of being caught was a high for me. So here was a boy pretending to be a woman and being afraid to be exposed. The humiliation would have been enormous, but at the same time, the excitement factor was there. The thrill of being exposed and the embarrassment that would follow. I use to think what would happen if mom caught me and the punishment that would follow. I believe this started me on the road to being a humiliation submissive, especially to a woman, and I continue to this day as one.

I have vague memories of tv shows or movies featuring the femme fatale archetype, such as a tall woman with piercing eyes, wearing high heels and black lingerie, nonchalantly stripping and then pushing a man down onto a bed and climbing on top of him. And of course he could not resist. Whenever this happened, even though it was still a bit of a cliche, it was such a drastic deviation from the norm that I could not help but feel excited. Beauty has always had a powerful effect on me, and so in my mind it is natural for the woman to have the power.

Other than that, I do not think I ever had a specific experience that got me interested in being submissive with a woman. I just always had this idea from society that men are expected to take charge and woo the woman, and I never felt comfortable trying to conform to that role. For one thing, conformity and expectations are just not sexy to me. It feels like I am just playing along with a certain script, which always completely kills the mood for me. I desire the unexpected. Sometimes I wonder how I would feel if we lived in a society in which women were traditionally the dominant ones. In that case, maybe I would want to dominate a submissive woman rather than fantasize about submitting to a dominant woman.

For as far back as I remember, I have longed for a woman to take the initiative as soon as we meet and for her to assert the power of her beauty. Of course, I always understand when I meet a woman and she fails to take charge in any way, because being the one in control is just as boring to me as it apparently is to most women I have met.

Of course there is always the possibility that subconsciously, a submissive person wants to be the powerful one too, and they simply feel a greater sense of their own power when they surrender it to the other person, instead of relying on the other person to surrender the power to them.

I should also mention that porn helped me realize my desire to be submissive with a woman. I noticed that when I watched porn, I did not usually get into watching a man fuck a woman. But when I watched two women playing together, I would get very into it. Usually, one woman would be the "top," and the other woman, on the receiving end of the dildo or vibrator or spanking or enema, looked like she was having the most fun, or at least I was excited at the idea of being in her place. After all, she was the one getting the action- except when she went down on the other woman, and in that case I was also more able to relate to the submissive role because I am equipped to perform cunnilingus and not equipped for someone to perform it on me.

A s a boy I tended top be submissive that passed as I became adult, at school I was the boy who got stripped or had stuff done to them I kind of expected it and did not fight too hard. What caused me to be submissive I have no idea. My last experience in submission was as a cadet at sea on a tanker. I shared a cabin with the seniro cadet he was a couple of years older than I was. Judging from photos at that age I was what would be called a pretty boy tough I was not efeminate I was conscious of my looks. Anyway in the tropics, no aircon in those days we wore very little and aftrer work in the cabin we sat around wearing perhaps a pair of underpants or a towel wrapped round. Dressed like that my senior noticed that if we spoke of sex I sometimes became erect. It developed into a bit of a gamehe would try to get me hard and usually succeeded and dressed in a poair of loose underpants or a towel there waas no hiding it. I remember one time getting up to get some cigarettes, he yankked my pants down showing my penis pointing at the deckhead. What was happening was domination ablbeit in a mild form and I was allowing it to happen. some time later things went further. My senior had turned in for the night and I got up to turn off the cabin light and climb up to the top bunk. To get to the top bunk I had to face the bunks and put a foot on the edge of the lower bunk to get up. This night as I faced the bunks an arm shot out and hauled me into a crouched sitting position on the lower bunk, crouched because of the headroom and hence not in any seriour position to struggle. he was biger older and stronger too. His left hand went into the top of my shorts and gorped my penis which was soft, his fingers soon made me hard again despite my efforts not to respond and after a while I knew an orgasm was comiing and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The orgasm arrived and I thought that was it he would let me go. he did not he continued playing with my penis which soon stiffened up again and by this time he had me sp sexed up that I was not struggling at all and I had my second orgasm. he said do you want it again, I said yes and he said say please, I said please and he made me say exactly what I wanted him to do. Then he said no, we have to work tomorrow and you will not be fit for anything , get cleaned up and turn in, that was real domination. I got cleaned up and turned in.

Having gone to a nurse dominatrix to recreate my greatest childhood fear of painfully humiliating buttock injections while bending over a receptionist's lap (as mentioned earlier), we discussed the psychology after I had my shots. While agreeing that what one feared most in childhood can become a fetish later in life, she further commented that those with a dominant personality like mine often enjoy submission for the exciting experience of role reversal.

The first bathtub story refreshes a childhood memory I have of some older girls in the neighbourhood putting me in a bathtub and pulling down my pants for a detailed inspection. I have absolutely no idea why they used a bathtub though.

Of course, this didn't make me a submissive. But I do let a few ladies have their way with me. I guess old memories help.

I wonder if being masturbated by a couple of servants in the kitchen in North Africa made me submissive. Having something done to me rather than doing. A boy at school used to dominate me when he felt like it, either by twisting my wrist or pulling my foreskin hard back untill I was begging and promising.

Some intriguing hints in this. Could you be more specific or detailed maybe? From servants in North Africa and foreskin I'd deduce you were perhaps French living in Algeria/Tunisia maybe, before their full independence as countries?

You could maybe provide some cultural perspective. We mainly hear about growing up in an American High School, lots of fun stuff going on there to hear about of course ... but other places and times are intriguing as well.

A previous posted said "I think the real trigger for me occurred when I saw the film The Possession of Joel Delaney as a young teen - the movie came out in 1972."

I too saw that move in "All its glory" and not the edited DVD version that was re-released. The scene was wicked powerful for me in several ways.

First, the movie itself and projecting myself into the boys place, but then I started thinking about the following.It looked like the boy really did strip naked. I mean, no body double, no creative effects, no flesh colored suit. I then became obsessed with watching the scene over and over again and thinking, hey, this is not just a character who was stripped naked in front of a young girl, it really looks like the actor also had to strip naked in front of the girl actor.

I then though how submissive David Elliott must have been to be talked into stripping naked in front of the entire film crew, including the young girl.When I first saw the film I thought, great actor, he really looked scared, humiliated and terrified. I then thought, WOW, he really did strip. He really is naked in front or every one. The poor boy is probably not acting. He probably really was scared, humiliated and terrified.

Also, forgive me, but he was supposedly 12 at the time, the same age I was when I first saw it. I couldn't help but think how tiny and hairless his (insert euphemism here) was compared to mine. I spent days imagining that was me.

I was conditioned to be submissive to women for intimate handling by my mother. She was fond of saying, "I'm going to give you an enema. I'll call you when it's ready." Regardless of my immediate objection, she went to the bathroom to prepare the dreadful enema.

When she called me, I knew I had to obey. I came into the bathroom still voicing my objections. She just said, "Mind me," in a very firm tone. I was soon naked on my hands an knees with an enema filling me. I cried and complained about the cramps, but it was to no avail.

It's very plain to me, that is what made me submissive to women, especially for enemas.

Would love being whipped naked by extremely hot beautiful girl or woman...

Fantasyy

Absolutely nothing I can think of. We've never engaged in an obvious sub/domme lifestyle; but, I believe when it comes to sex, I am the more submissive of the 2 of us. While age and ailments have brought a halt to our sex life with one another, I have a great memory of what we used to do. I simply always found my greatest thrill in making sure my wife reached orgasm before I did. I knew if I reached climax first, I'd be the typical male who would roll over and not have the energy to make sure she reached climax. Often times that meant I performed a LOT of lip/tongue/finger service on her and she would reach orgasm before I had even penetrated her. She would get so wet I felt like I was trying to drink from a geyser. Her having an orgasm first usually meant I ended up lying on my back while she was above me bent over sucking my cock to orgasm. I loved that as she had control and she also has a great pair of 38D boobs that would hang and swing freely. It wasn't at all unusual for me to kiss/tongue/finger her body for 20 - 30 minutes without her ever touching my penis. And, I was ALWAYS thrilled to be serving her. Given the choice of penetration and/or my own climax or eating her pussy and asshole, the buffet wins out every time. I can only hope when this menopause devil exits our house, I can return to the pussy/ass buffet. I love it.

I can trace mine to my mother who loved to spank my bubble butt and loved to fill it with warm Ivory soapy water with her 8 oz bulb syringes. She loved multiple insertions into my rosebud hole. I was the youngest of three boys so I was her baby. I was also my Aunt and Uncles baby boy who also loved to spank and fill my hiney with warm soapy water and my step dad after my mom re-married. Looking back I can see that they were all Spanko's.

My dad was a very dominate when I was growing up this lead to being a sub when older.I was born with a very small penis never was much of a stud the 1st wife left think part due to lack of manhood.THE 2nd was a lot more understanding but when my incontinence came she even had me return to diapers due to medical reasons she then became really dominant there is no rough stuff but still I'am the sub on everything it is done Her way.

Wow, this is a very easy question for me to answer. My craving and desire to submit to a woman come solely from the relationship with my mother.

There were the enema and suppository insertions as a child, including the lingering insertion of her lubricated finger inside me. Telling me to squeeze her finger with my anus and rewarding me with praise for being such a good, obedient boy for complying. She occasionally bathed me until I was 8 or 9, and with her soapy hands she never missed any spots.

I think it's mostly the humiliation of forced nudity that she imposed on me. My body had no secrets from her when I was growing up, even into my teen years. Spankings always required I be fully nude, bent over the bet, and made to hold/cover my own testicles with my hand so she wouldn't hit them with the belt.

On several occasions she was bothered that my pubic hair was on the toilet, in the shower, or in my underwear so she shaved me. Most of my teen years I was hairless around my genitals, my anus, and my underarms because my mom shaved them periodically. It was a very humiliating, submissive role to be forced by my mother to allow her to shave me. Of course, I didn't apply the lotion afterwards to the areas that were shaved - she did. When I became erect, she would tell me (again) that I was such a good boy for showing off for mom.

Or if my underwear had stains in them, she would tell me I wasn't wiping well enough and would force me to drop my pants and spread my buttocks for her to "inspect" my cleanliness. That didn't ALWAYS happen, though, but when it did it was absolutely humiliating.

So much, much more...

I still crave, CRAVE this type of control by a woman today. My wife is also very submissive, so it is a big hole in my sexual identity that goes totally unfulfilled.