Origin Stories: @MrGreenery

@MrGreenery loves the combination of suits, gloves, and old school dominance and submission. He tells us a naughty tale of a chance encounter with a well-dressed commuter..

This is my origin story, changed a little and embellished a bit for pleasure and privacy. 

It was over 40 years ago, in the late 1970s, and I was barely in my twenties. I had left school and got a job that required me to take a train from where I lived to another town about an hour’s journey away. The expectation from work was that I wear a decent shirt and trousers, and of course, a tie. 

As this was a regular journey back and forth at the same times of day, it was not unusual to find myself travelling with the same people, other commuters, each time.

One of the other regulars on the train was a man in his forties, stocky build, going towards podgy, balding, bushy moustache, who was always dressed smartly. A dark suit, white shirt, silk tie, polished shoes, an overcoat, and often a hat in winter. By that time in my life, I knew that I was attracted to men, especially older men, so I couldn’t resist discreetly looking at him during the journey, usually as he read his newspaper.

He must have noticed me looking at him after a while, as one day, when the train had stopped due to some problem, he spoke to me and started up a conversation. He was friendly, avuncular, and we talked the usual subjects: the poor train service, the weather, and our work. This became a regular occurrence, “our little chats”, as he called them, if we saw each other on the train.

Then one day, a few months later, he told me with a smile that he’d got a promotion and would now get a company car, and would I like a lift to and from work with him. I couldn’t resist the offer, I liked him, was attracted to him, and it saved me the cost of the train.

So we started travelling together, cross country, still having our little chats often, with him providing advice on how I could improve my prospects by dressing better, investing in a suit, some shirts, and ties. The car he had was a big saloon, quite sporty, typical of that given to upper management, and he loved driving it. Part of that driving experience for him was to wear leather driving gloves. Better grip on the steering wheel, he told me.

Then came the day it all changed. A warm summer's evening, driving home with him, when he pulled us off the main road, onto a quiet country lane. With a smile on his face, he told me.

“Here, let me straighten your tie,” and he leaned over to me.

Before I knew what was going on, he’d grabbed my tie in his gloved hand and pulled me towards him.

“Time to get to know each other better, lad,” he said just before our lips met and he kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. To be honest, I was in shock and did not resist him. He broke contact and spoke.

“You're going to be my special lad, you do what I tell you and I’ll look after you. I know you want me to take care of you, I’ve seen the look in your face. Now, are you going to be an obedient lad, or do we forget this ever happened, and you go back to getting the train?”

I was in shock, but part of me wanted what he was offering, so I managed a shaky whispered “Yes, please”.

“Good lad, now part of your responsibilities is to address me correctly, from now on, when we are alone, you will refer to me as either Sir or Boss, understand.” I shook my head in agreement, and that’s when I began to learn how to be his Lad.

The stops on the way home in a quiet lane became more often. First, it was just kissing, then I was shown how to play with his cock, erect from his unbuttoned suit trousers. Next came learning how to suck his cock with my head held firmly in place by his gloved hands. Whatever we did, the gloves stayed on, and soon I was told to purchase a pair for myself. The phrase “time to put your gloves on, lad” became the code for when to service him. 

Glove play was a big thing for him, I had to suck his gloved fingers and he would often stop me speaking by covering my mouth with his gloved hand. If I were a good lad, he would masturbate me while still wearing his gloves.

Next, he introduced me to bondage. One day, he took off my tie and used it to bind my wrists together. I learned to take a hanky stuffed in my mouth and secured with another. Tying and gagging me excited him a lot and he would get more aggressive in his play. Often he’d work my nipples hard, and squeeze my balls between sessions of him masturbating himself when he had me tied and gagged.

The next thing was longer weekend trips. He’d pick me up and we’d go somewhere quiet and isolated, and I’d be tied and gagged, usually with old ties he’d brought with him. When not tied and gagged, I was expected to be subservient and obedient to my Boss. By this time, he was telling what clothes to buy and what to wear for him. He liked me in a bow tie for some reason so I had to wear those. He also encouraged me to wear waistcoats as part of outfit.

This actually was a positive for me at work. I got noticed, and customers started to ask for the big guy in a bow tie. I got promoted as well getting more responsibility. It however changed our relationship. As I grew more confident and mature. I realised I was just a bit of fun on the side for him, and I think he realised I wasn't the easily manipulated lad anymore. We split on not so good terms soon after that. 

It was my first adult relationship and it firmly fixed some fetishes, being smartly dressed, glove wearing, tying, gagging others and having it done to me. A fixation for older guys, till I became the older guy. To this day I can go weak at the knees when confronted by a well dressed, gloved man.