In a discussion in the chatroom, MasterTrigger asked me to tell the story of an experience I'd had that taught me to never judge a Man by the cover.

Do I prefer tall men over short? Or muscled men over slim men? The answer for me is that none of that matters. Not when it comes to s********n.

I thought it would be an idea to repeat the story in a blog, so hear goes...

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I was contacted on a site called slaveboys some years ago, by a man who was into corporal punishment, and liked to treat subs like 'naughty schoolboys'... not something I was into at all, but his message hit something. He asked for my phone number, and he called me. His voice and how he spoke to me took me instantly into a powerful submissive state...

He called a me a few times, calling me a naughty boy as he spoke gently with absolute authority. A deep and very calm voice that got deep into my head. But it wasn't just the voice. It was how he spoke to me with total authority.

I agreed to visit him, as it was 20 miles away.

I went on the agreed evening, but I had no idea what he looked like... I'd not seen a photo of him.

When he opened the door, he was about 68, short, very overweight, thick glasses, and a comb over. Quite an unappealing sight....

He beckoned me in, having told me beforehand to wear a white shirt and tie. He told me to put some shorts on that he had for me to wear... the whole schoolboy thing was as he wanted it.

I stood in his kitchen with him in front of me, and he began talking softly to me.

I immediately went into a very deep submissive state from his voice and words, how he spoke to me and what he said.

I responded as if a was a small boy, as that's how he made me feel.

He took me upstairs and had me lay over his lap for a spanking, to punish me for being a naughty boy

I actually felt like that, and felt i deserved it. He'd got so deep into my mind, and was in total control.

He lay on the bed and had me stroke him, then told me to just lay quietly beside him. He put his arm around me and held me, continuing to talk softly to me, with complete authority...

I went into such a state of deep s********n that I began crying and started sobbing like a babe.

I'd never before experienced such deep submissive feelings.

When it was over, we went to the kitchen and chatted normally. He told me about himself, and he was such a nice man.

I was desperate to see him again.

This taught me to NEVER judge a Man by the cover. Never.

A sexy voice is just a sexy voice. Muscles are just muscles. A handsome face is just a handsome face.

He had no physical appeal, whatsoever. Quite the opposite!

It is the character and authority of the man inside that makes it work.

There are many men with good looks, muscles, a sexy voice, who simply don't have it.

He had all that he needed.