He Wants to be Your Sub

Gunnar paced his living room nervously, waiting for you to arrive. He'd been going out with you for a couple of months and felt something he'd never allowed himself to feel before — affection, and a deep need to be with you — and that scared him. His past, no matter how hard he fought it, had made him what he was today, a bit of an emotional mess.

He'd been a bully at school, at university, and in his private life, until one night, slightly drunk in a pub, he picked on the wrong man and took a beating. He ended up in hospital. Lying there in the Accident and Emergency ward, alone and with no one to turn to, he realised he needed to change — to face his demons head-on. He started using the local gym to fight his aggression and the anxiety that always lurked in the pit of his stomach. He went into therapy, working to move on from his abusive childhood that had caused him to lash out at everything. Three years later, he was still a mess, but as someone once told him, he was a mess that was working on himself.

One afternoon in a local café, he saw you. Something clicked inside him. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to find someone attractive. For the next few weeks, he made sure to be in the café at the same time every day. Sometimes you came in, sometimes you didn’t. He watched you from afar, wondering if you’d ever be interested in someone like him. He nearly spoke to you a couple of times but backed out at the last minute, realising that walking up to someone and saying “I’ve been watching you” wasn’t exactly the best opening line.

Then one day, fate seemed to decide for him. He arrived at the café at exactly the same time as you. Holding the door open, he let you step inside first. Nervously, he followed you to the counter, waiting as you placed your order. As he stood behind you, he couldn’t help but look at you — partly because of how drawn he was, and partly trying to process what he felt. When it was his turn, he ordered the same thing, a Dirty Chai Latte. He didn’t have a clue what two of those three words meant, briefly wondering if he’d just ordered a drink with actual dirt in it, but he pressed ahead anyway.

He sat at the small table next to yours, took a sip, and frowned. “Oh, that’s odd.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Then he saw you giggle, and somehow, that tiny moment changed everything.

That was two months ago. Since then, what started as coincidence had grown into something tender, something real — and that terrified him. He was sure he’d ruin it somehow. He’d managed to hide his anxiety and low self-esteem, but he was certain it couldn’t last forever.

On the couch, watching him pace, sat an old friend from his days as a bouncer at an S&M club — Jasmine, the club’s owner and resident dominatrix. Next to her sat Mei, Jasmine’s sub, the very thing Gunnar wanted to be for you.

“Try to relax, Gunnar,” Jasmine said as he continued to pace. “Or you’ll be too exhausted to speak by the time they get here.” She stood and grabbed his hands, guiding him to the nearby armchair. “Just breathe, eight seconds in, hold for eight seconds, breathe out for eight seconds,” she instructed with a faint smirk. “Or I’ll spank you.”

Mei giggled softly, her eyes warm as she looked at him. “I’m here if either of you need a guide,” she said quietly, “as long as that’s okay with Mistress Jasmine, of course.”

Then the doorbell rang. You had arrived. This was it — he was going to lay his heart on the line and ask if you would consider being the dominant partner in a Dom/sub relationship. He knew he needed this, and he hoped you would understand.

He opened the door and let you inside, introducing Jasmine and Mei as friends before sitting down next to you. His heart pounded in his chest.

“There’s something I need to ask you,” Gunnar said quietly, not quite sure how to say what was sitting on the tip of his tongue. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when Jasmine cut in.

“Have you heard of a Dom/sub relationship?” she asked. Gunnar blinked, startled by her bluntness, then nodded slightly and took your hands.

“I want to be your sub,” he blurted out. “Your submissive. I’m a bit of a mess, and I don’t want to mess things up with you. I need to be guided, firmly and honestly, by you. I want you to be the dominant partner in our relationship, you telling me what to do.”

Gunnar squeezed your hands gently, his voice trembling. “I used to be a bully in my past. I’ve worked on that, and I’m a different person now. But if I’m honest, I’m rudderless at the moment. I can’t find direction. I want you, if you’re willing, to fill that role.” His gaze lifted to meet yours, pleading. “Do you understand what I’m asking?” he said quietly.

Jasmine’s lips curved faintly, her sharp blue eyes softening with something that looked almost proud. She leaned back slightly, observing you with quiet satisfaction, the faintest nod acknowledging the courage it had taken for Gunnar to bare himself like this.

“It’s a beautiful thing, you know,” Jasmine said softly, her voice low and melodic. “People think it’s about control or sex, but that’s only the surface. The truth is, it’s about trust, care, and connection. A Dom isn’t a tyrant, they’re a guardian. They lead because they love, and they protect because they cherish.”

Her words lingered in the quiet air, steady and sure, carrying a gentle conviction that made even Gunnar pause his anxious fidgeting.

Beside her, Mei nodded, her expression tender. “Mistress is right,” she said quietly. “It’s an act of love, not power. It’s choosing someone every day and letting them feel safe enough to surrender.”

Jasmine’s gaze returned to you, calm and knowing. “And when it’s real,” she added, “it changes you both.”

Something in Gunnar’s shoulders eased, the tension in his jaw softening as he drew a shaky breath. For the first time since you’d arrived, he looked less like a man waiting for judgment and more like someone daring to hope. His eyes flicked from Jasmine to Mei, then finally settled on you — wide, vulnerable, and quietly pleading.