How does a hitherto sexually vanilla young white man discover he's actually a kinky submissive black-muscle worshipper? I guess everyone learns these things about themselves in different ways at different times. So how did it all begin for me? Well, I really don't know if my being aged twenty-nine at the time made me a youthful prodigy or a late bloomer, but one thing's for sure, my journey into submissive self-discovery began with a thunderbolt from the blue.
I was visiting the city for a work-related course, and found the hotel gym was actually quite nice. I worked out in there a couple of times each day over the course of the week. It wasn't the biggest of gyms, but modern and spacious enough. And it had a quiet, laid back vibe, not too busy all the time. And they didn't have music blasting out. They let you decide for yourself if you wanted something via your own earphones. And I appreciated that. Sometimes I work out to music but usually I like the peace and quiet. I like to let my thoughts run, and I enjoy hearing the weights clack and thud.
A few times earlier on in the week I noticed an attractive older black woman working out in there. Mid-forties or thereabouts. Obviously been bodybuilding for a long time. Muscled. Sleek. Powerful. Her dark, sculpted physique perfectly accentuated by the matching two-piece kits of shorts and sports bra in fluorescent orange, pink or green she wore on different days.
Obviously, I tried not to stare, but I have to admit it was difficult to stop my gaze returning to her. I just tried not to be too blatant about it. It was about the fourth or fifth time I saw her that we found we were the only two people in there. And it felt comfortable. And again the next time too, one morning. And that morning was the time we first acknowledged each other with a nice courteous greeting.
And it was that evening, with a couple of others working-out here and there, that after a while she called over to me and asked if I'd mind spotting her a few presses. I told her I certainly didn't mind and went over to join her. She had such a bright, beautiful smile, and an air of great gracefulness of soul. She also possessed an undeniable latent poised power and finely tuned agility in her well-defined physique.
"I'm Marion," she told me.
"I'm Sebastian. Seb, please. My friends call me Seb."
"You have some nice definition forming, Seb," she observed, pointing at my arms.
"Thanks," I said. "You look amazing."
"Thank you very much," she said, beaming that radiant smile at me.
I was desperately trying not to ogle as she got into position for her bench presses, but it was impossible to simply ignore her attractiveness and the vigorous allure of her physical presence. After helping her, she returned the favour and gave me a few tips as well. Then we just shot the breeze for a while as we warmed down. She told me she was only in town for the week as well, running some seminars for her company. She was a Senior Clinical Pharmacologist, which made my administrative job seem a bit bland. But there was certainly nothing bland about Marion. I actually felt quite dizzy and weak-kneed being near her. And I really enjoyed her company. She was very easy to be around, with a confident, sunny personality.
Towards the end of the week, on the evening before the last day of my course, there were initially a handful of people about in the gym, including Marion, but then the other people left, and there was no-one else about, leaving just Marion and I alone together in the serene, peaceful space again. We partnered up again for a while, as we'd got in the habit of doing as the week had progressed, and then we each did our own thing for a bit. She eventually began her warm-down while I was doing some forward lunges with dumbbell extensions.
"Hey, Seb," she called over after she'd finished on the treadmill.
I placed the dumbbells on the floor and stood up straight. She motioned me over and I walked across to her. She studied me as she drank from her bottle. Then she smiled and threw her towel at me.
"Would you dry me off?" she asked.
I grabbed hold of the towel and felt my jaw drop. I stood there like an idiot, stunned and unable to respond. "Of course," I finally managed to mumble as nonchalantly as I could, although I'm sure there was a noticeable tremor in my voice.
I turned her towel over in my hands, feeling the softness. Marion turned her back towards me and I reached out and slowly wiped her broad glistening shoulders. I couldn't believe I was actually being permitted to touch this magnificent woman. I glanced around nervously but no-one else was about by then.
"Well, Seb, thank you for this. I like the feeling of having someone wipe me down. Know what I mean?"
"Sure. You're very welcome, Marion," I replied, trying to calm my nerves so as not to rush and yet trying not to linger too conspicuously either.
Through the soft fabric of the towel my hands smoothed over her compact triceps and round to her biceps on each arm and down over her thick forearms in turn. The strength evident in her beautifully developed physique was exhilarating. An erection grew quickly and prominently in my shorts.
"And my legs, please," Marion said.
With a flick of my hand I pulled the front of my shorts to accommodate my hard-on as I knelt on one knee. And from behind her where I knelt I carefully and respectfully, whilst struggling to quell an excitable nervousness making my hands tremble, wiped down her right thigh, front and back, and smoothed seamlessly down and around over her calf and shin. I think I might have stopped breathing for a moment, out of sheer fear of giving away my excitement. My heartbeat was absolutely thundering through me.
I moved to Marion's left leg, again wiping smoothly and methodically down her right thigh, front and back, and then down over her calf and shin. When I'd finished, Marion turned round to face me and I stood, concealing my arousal at first by holding her towel in front of my loins.
"Thank you," she said, smiling serenely and reaching for her towel. "That was nice."
Handing over the towel, there was no hiding the bulge in my shorts. I felt myself flush red with embarrassment as she saw it. "Sorry," I muttered. "Think I better go cool off."
Damn! - I thought as I slunk off shamefully - Why'd that have to happen? She must think I'm a total fucking creep!
In the men's changing room I was about to slump dejectedly onto the bench when I felt Marion's nimble presence behind me. Even though I was surprised, I didn't even flinch, her aura close to me like that just felt so warm and natural, enveloping me, emanating an intimate, positive sensual vibrancy that truly touched my soul. I felt her firm, gentle, reassuring hand on the side of my torso. I was about to turn around when I realised the stiffie in my shorts was still very obvious.
"You seemed to like wiping me down," she whispered placidly into my ear, her breath on my skin sending tingles down my spine and making me shiver.
"Yeah, sorry," I said, "that was..."
"Nothing to be sorry about," she said.
She stepped in closer. Her front pressed firmly against my back. Her arms slid underneath my shoulders and around my torso. I fell back breathlessly into her embrace and she held me securely as her hands brushed up under my t-shirt and stroked my stomach and my chest, her skin all over my skin. I just melted into the incredible electricity of her touch. In the same moment I was soaring freely and yet also buffeted by the turbulence of adrenalin, nervousness and desire. I had never felt so intensely aroused and wholly enlivened.
"You like some black muscle, do you, Seb?" she asked, and flexed her arms to tighten her hold around me.
"Yes... yes... it seems I do," I replied, shaking as her hands slid down into my shorts and she began tenderly massaging the length of my rock-hard erection and my full, round balls.
"You like that?" she asked.
"Oh fuck yes!" I told her.
Her fingers adroitly rubbed the head of my cock so that I was paralysed with pleasure. I moaned loudly. "What if someone comes in?" I panted.
"Don't worry about that," she said, and stroked my cock forcefully up and down with quick, rough strokes, making me jerk like a marionette. "You just do as I say. I like my men nice and compliant. Got it?"
"Y... yes. Sorry."
"I'm in charge. Understand?" she said into my ear.
"Yes, I understand," I gasped as she continued her rough jerks on my cock.
"And what I say goes. Right?"
"Yes... uuh... of course... what you say... oh shit..."
Then Marion released me and turned me round to face her. I smiled meekly. She was so gorgeous and magnificent. And her dark, chiselled figure looked so splendid in the yellow fluorescent two-piece kit she was wearing that day. I hadn't seen that colour on her before. I think it was my favourite of hers that I'd seen.
She ran a hand affectionately up the side of my face to my scalp and grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged it abruptly. She enjoyed seeing me jolt in her grip. Then she raised her other arm in a bicep flex and drew my head to her bulging bicep.
"Kiss it," she told me.
Of course I did so. And she directed me to kiss it again and again. After which, with her firm grip of my hair she guided me firmly down to my knees, and told me to kiss the front of her right thigh. And again, she had me kiss it repeatedly. It was at this point I began experiencing what I later learned is called 'subspace'. To me at that time it was an entirely new feeling, and one I instantly took to. I surrendered myself completely to the strange, intoxicating euphoria that filled my whole being, body, mind and soul. Everything just felt so perfect. Looking up at Marion from my kneeling position at her feet sent chills of pleasure and joy rippling through me.
She gazed watchfully down at me, serenely, approvingly, and rested my head against her thigh. I closed my eyes and drifted in clouds of bliss. All was still. We remained like that for long rapturous, lingering moments.
After a while, Marion's voice caressed the stillness, "Isn't this nice?"
"Yes it is," I responded. "Thank you."
"Okay, up we come now," she said, and guided me to my feet by her handful of my hair.
She released my hair and walked me backwards until my back was against the wall. Then she placed her forearm across my neck, turning my head to one side, not pressing solely against my neck but with her elbow on my shoulder and her forearm rising up over my neck and the side of my head, pinning me there to the wall while her other hand pulled down the front of my shorts, and she massaged my erection again. Her face was millimetres from the side of my head. She was studying my expression intently as she pleasured me, breathing all over my face, her sweet, warm breath becoming my air.
"Come on, pretty boy," she whispered into my ear, "give Marion all that pretty white boy cum."
She started jerking me off faster and rougher. I was squirming and panting in her grip. She pressed me more forcibly against the wall and speeded her hand on my shaft even more. She was absolutely merciless.
"There you go," she laughed, "getting nice and sticky for me now."
I moaned as I suddenly tensed and shook in incredible orgasmic spasms. My semen leapt high into the air for her. One, two, three, four long strings of thick jizz spurting in huge arcs and landing on the floor, over my shorts and over her hand.
"Oh yes," she purred. "Oh what a good boy you are."
After a silent, motionless lull, during which she effectively held me up, she released me and stepped back, and I collapsed to sit on a bench beside me.
"Fuck!" I spluttered. "Marion... Marion... that was incredible!"
She put a foot up on the bench beside me and rested an arm across her knee. "Yes, that was sweet," she said, smiling down at me as she smelled my semen on her fingers. "I love making you subby white boys come."
"Subby? What does that mean?" I asked, still a little breathless.
"Submissive."
"Well, I didn't know I was a subby white boy. But I definitely know it now."
Marion wiped my jizz from her hand with her towel. "Hope I wasn't too rough," she said.
"No, not at all. You were amazing. It was perfect. You're incredible! Just wish I wasn't leaving town so soon," I told her.
"Well," she caressed my cheek affectionately, "tonight's your last night at the hotel. Right?"
"Yeah."
"Mine too," she said, lifting my chin so that I was looking directly up into her beautiful face, her dark eyes twinkling with mischievous intent. "So let's go to my room. We have tonight at least. There's a lot more I can teach you about yourself. Would you like that, Seb?"
"I certainly would," I rasped, my mouth dry with excitement.
"Good boy," she smiled brightly at me. "We're going to have a fine time. I'll let you get dressed now. Come to Room 419 in ten minutes. And don't you dare keep me waiting."
I didn't.