I am a real, sincere, submissive male. I have a family, a very successful career, and I am physically fit. Some have called me handsome, but maybe I have just enough insecurity that I wouldn't claim that. I have pictures available, but I don't post them on this site.

To me submission isn't as simple as a sex game, or role playing. It’s something that is significant to the definition of me. It’s about receiving satisfaction out of the pleasure and pleasing of others. It’s about providing something for the other person that they can't necessarily provide for themselves, or maybe they can, but its better when someone else gives it to them, or they take it from someone else.

I have pered "no strings housecleaning". I hate this term, because despite its "no strings" label, it is still erotic. In submission and dominance, the elements of the interaction require there to be strings. There is still an element of power exchange; still an element of pleasing your dominant. On the other end of the spectrum, I have experienced what I would consider one of the most erotic s of dominance and submission, chastity, for weeks and even months. This is erotic to no end. There is power exchange even when your dominant is an ocean away.

These are really just examples about what it means to me, how I view this of interaction. I list myself as available to dominant male Dom couples, and femdom couples, mainly because I view submissive as my sexuality more than as a preference. I will be completely honest; I couldn't serve a man in a one on one situation. I derive my satisfaction from pleasing women, if that means that there must be a man involved for her pleasure, then so be it.

So yeah, as a human of course I have the kinks and things that I have derived more pleasure from than others, but in reality I am up for trying anything. The truth is, I never thought I would clean a house with an erection that just wouldn't go away but you never know until you try. Similarly the concept of spending a month locked away in a chastity device with no hope of release, walking through security lines at the airport, and attempting to milk myself, seemed daunting, and impossible. I guess the lesson is, don't knock it until you try it!