The Making of an On-Demand Sub

There are certain qualities that make a man a good submissive. Obedience, loyalty, patience, and the ability to anticipate his Domme’s needs are certainly among them. But an on-demand submissive, particularly one whose owner controls when he masturbates and orgasms, needs a few additional skills. Resourcefulness is essential. Discretion helps. A sense of humor can be the difference between a successful assignment and a nervous breakdown in the dairy aisle.

I have spent enough years as Madam Nora Sinclair’s property to know that convenience is not a particularly important consideration in her decision-making process. Her convenience, certainly. Mine, considerably less so. Madam owns me, and that ownership is not something we switch on for a scene and switch off afterward. I am her property when I’m serving her breakfast, driving her to an appointment, cleaning the house, or sitting on the sofa watching football. If she decides I should masturbate and orgasm, she doesn’t need to consult my calendar.

For Nutt Up November, I’ve been considering what makes a successful on-demand submissive. After reviewing my personal history, I’ve identified eight essential characteristics, each tested under circumstances that would make a reasonable man question his career choices.

I should probably mention that I have no intention of changing careers.

1. Bravery: The Courage to Face the Impossible

Bravery is an important quality in a submissive. Not necessarily the kind that involves charging into a burning building or rescuing someone from a dangerous animal. I’m talking about the courage required to hear Madam issue an instruction, recognize that the timing is absolutely terrible, and resist the overwhelming temptation to ask whether she might prefer to reconsider.

One afternoon, I was in the middle of grocery shopping when my phone rang. Madam was calling from her desk, and I answered with my usual greeting.

She informed me that I had ten minutes to masturbate and orgasm.

I looked at my shopping cart. It contained frozen vegetables, a carton of eggs, and approximately half the ingredients for dinner. I looked at the clock. Then I looked toward the back of the store, where I knew the restrooms were located.

There are moments when bravery looks remarkably similar to a young man abandoning his grocery cart and walking very quickly past the dairy department.

So I obeyed, ducked into an empty stall, and proceeded to give the one-eyed trouser snake an emergency pep talk. Whatever motivational techniques I employed were apparently effective, because I finished with time to spare. It was one of the fastest completions of an assignment in my personal history, although I suspect the ticking clock deserves most of the credit.

Afterward, I washed my hands, recovered my abandoned shopping cart, and resumed selecting vegetables like a perfectly respectable member of society. Nobody seemed to have noticed my absence. The frozen vegetables survived, the eggs were intact, and dinner proceeded as planned.

Madam was delighted when I reported my success. I was simply relieved that I hadn’t left my wallet in the restroom.

2. Pride: Taking Satisfaction in a Job Well Done

Pride is a complicated quality for a submissive. Too much of it, and he becomes arrogant. Too little, and he fails to appreciate the considerable effort required to perform his duties properly. Madam believes I should take pride in being useful to her, although she also believes that excessive pride is something she should personally correct.

I learned this during a weekend when we were staying at a hotel for an event. I had managed our luggage, checked the room, organized Madam’s belongings, and generally performed with what I considered exceptional efficiency. Everything was exactly where it belonged, our schedule was organized, and I had even remembered the extra pair of shoes Madam had asked me to pack.

I made the mistake of mentioning how smoothly everything had gone.

Madam looked at me with the expression that usually means I have just volunteered for something without realizing it. She ordered me to jerk off to completion and informed me that I could consider it an additional test of my efficiency.

The problem was that I had approximately fifteen minutes before I was expected downstairs, dressed appropriately, carrying her bag, and ready to accompany her.

So I obeyed and went to polish the family jewels, although under the circumstances it was less a leisurely polishing and more an emergency buffing before an important inspection. I emerged feeling rather accomplished, until I discovered that I had somehow managed to lose a sock.

I have never gotten dressed so quickly in my life. I nearly put my shirt on backward, discovered the missing sock under the bed, and managed to knock over the little hotel information stand while reaching for my shoes.

I arrived downstairs with a minute to spare. Madam inspected me, straightened my collar, and smiled.

“Very efficient, duckie.”

I was ridiculously proud of myself, right up until she asked where her handbag was. It was still upstairs, sitting exactly where I had so carefully placed it earlier.

Before I could apologize, Madam glanced down at my trousers and raised an eyebrow.

“And duckie, what is that stain on the front of your pants?”

I looked down. There, in a location that left very little room for alternative explanations, was an unmistakable stain from my hurried efforts upstairs. In my rush to get dressed, I had apparently overlooked one rather important detail.

Madam examined the evidence with the calm expression of a woman conducting a routine quality-control inspection.

“So you remembered to make yourself come, but forgot my handbag and managed to get yourself dressed in dirty trousers?”

“Yes, Madam. I’m sorry, Madam.”

She shook her head, although I could see she was thoroughly amused.

She then dismissed me to return to the room, change my trousers, and collect her handbag. By the time I rejoined Madam, I was considerably less impressed with my own efficiency.

I learned two important lessons that afternoon. First, pride really does come before a fall. Second, when Madam orders me to polish the family jewels, I should probably make sure I haven’t left any polish on my trousers.

3. Humility: Accepting That You Are Not the Center of the Universe

Humility is essential for a successful on-demand submissive, particularly one owned by a woman who has a talent for making ordinary situations unnecessarily memorable.

Madam and I were attending a fairly formal social gathering where I was serving as her assistant. Nobody needed to know the details of our relationship, and I was expected to behave like a perfectly ordinary gentleman.

I was doing an excellent job. I had made pleasant conversation, remembered people’s names, and even managed to discuss local politics without saying anything embarrassing. For a brief period, I was beginning to feel rather sophisticated.

Then Madam leaned toward me and quietly ordered me to find a suitable opportunity to masturbate and come before the evening was over.

The contrast was extraordinary. One moment I was discussing restaurant recommendations with a gentleman in a sports coat. The next, I was calculating how long I could reasonably excuse myself without raising questions.

So I excused myself to attend an urgent, unscheduled meeting with the chairman of my personal entertainment committee. The meeting was brief, productive, and concluded without requiring anyone to take minutes.

When I returned, the same gentleman asked whether everything was all right.

“Absolutely,” I assured him. “Just needed a moment.”

He nodded sympathetically and began telling me about his digestive problems.

For the next ten minutes, I listened to an extraordinarily detailed account of his dietary restrictions while Madam sat across the room, looking entirely innocent.

I had gone from discussing politics to hearing about a stranger’s bowel movements in less than half an hour. If that doesn’t teach a man humility, I don’t know what will.

4. Exhibitionism: Being Comfortable with the Possibility of Attention

An on-demand submissive benefits from a certain degree of exhibitionism, although I should clarify that this does not mean involving unsuspecting strangers in private activities. Madam understands the difference between enjoying the psychological thrill of possible discovery and actually exposing other people to something they haven’t agreed to witness.

That distinction does not prevent her from enjoying my nervousness.

At a private gathering with several women who knew about our arrangement, Madam decided to demonstrate just how quickly I could become flustered by an unexpected instruction.

She told me, quite casually, that I was to go into the adjoining room, masturbate to orgasm, and return to report my completion. The door would remain closed, and nobody would be joining me, but the women would know precisely why I had excused myself.

That was the entire challenge, and it was astonishingly effective.

I walked toward the room while several women smiled with the sort of knowing amusement that makes a submissive wish he could become temporarily invisible.

So I obeyed, retired to the adjoining room, and gave Little duckie the sort of solo performance that ordinarily doesn’t receive a public review.

When I returned, Madam asked whether I had completed my assignment.

“Yes, Madam.”

“Good boy.”

The women applauded.

I had not been prepared for applause. I wasn’t even certain what the appropriate response might be, so I settled on a small bow, which only made everyone laugh harder.

I can now claim to have received a standing ovation for a one-man show, although I would prefer not to discuss the production budget.

5. Resourcefulness: Finding Solutions Instead of Excuses

Resourcefulness is perhaps the single most important practical skill an on-demand submissive can develop. Madam does not particularly enjoy hearing that something is inconvenient. She already knows it is inconvenient. In some cases, I strongly suspect that is precisely why she chose that moment.

I was once spending an afternoon painting one of the rooms in Madam’s house when she decided to interrupt my carefully organized schedule with an order to masturbate and orgasm before returning to work.

As is normal when I’m home, I was completely naked. Madam sees no reason for her property to wear clothing around the house unless she has specifically instructed otherwise, and I had long since accepted that painting, cleaning, and general household maintenance would be performed in my natural state.

The problem was that I had managed to get paint on practically every part of that natural state. There were white streaks across my chest, a smear on my stomach, several spots on my thighs, and a particularly unfortunate splash in an area that made me very grateful I was using water-based paint. I had a ladder in the hallway, brushes soaking in a bucket, and a collection of tools scattered across the floor. I looked less like a competent handyman and more like an unsuccessful attempt at modern art.

Madam surveyed me from head to toe, clearly entertained by the sight of her naked, paint-spattered property.

Madam asked how long I would need to jerk off and reach orgasm. I gave her what I considered a reasonable estimate, allowing time to wash the paint from my hands first. Naturally, she gave me a much shorter deadline.

So I put down my paintbrush, washed the paint off my hands, and went to conduct a little independent research into the practical applications of manual labor. My research concluded successfully, although I must report that it did absolutely nothing to advance the painting project.

When I reported back, Madam seemed pleased with my obedience, although she was rather less impressed by the progress on the walls. She inspected my still-spattered body, looked toward the unfinished room, and asked whether the painting was complete.

“No, Madam,” I admitted.

“Well, you’d better get back to work.”

Resourcefulness, it turns out, is not simply about accomplishing the unexpected. It is about accomplishing the unexpected without allowing the expected to remain unfinished.

This is why I maintain that being Madam’s property is excellent training for project management. It is also why I sometimes dream about spreadsheets.

6. Patience: Understanding That Your Schedule Is Not Necessarily Her Schedule

Patience is usually discussed in terms of waiting. A submissive waits for instructions, waits for permission, and occasionally waits for his owner to finish a telephone conversation that seems to have been going on since the previous administration.

But on-demand service introduces a different challenge. Sometimes you have to be prepared to act immediately, even when you’ve spent the entire morning waiting for absolutely nothing to happen.

One Sunday, Madam had informed me that she might decide to make me orgasm later in the day.

Naturally, I spent the next several hours wondering when it would happen. Breakfast came and went. I finished some chores, checked the laundry, and organized a cabinet that had not needed organizing.

By midafternoon, I had nearly convinced myself that Madam had forgotten.

Then, just as I settled into my favorite chair with a sandwich and a football game, she called me into her office.

She ordered me to masturbate and come before the next commercial break ended.

I looked at my sandwich, then the television, then Madam. She smiled.

So I abandoned my sandwich and went to run a quick offensive play with the home team. I scored before the commercial break ended, which is more than I can say for the actual football team I was watching.

Unfortunately, while I was busy celebrating my private touchdown, the dog intercepted my lunch.

When I returned, the game had resumed, my team had apparently committed a penalty, and the dog was looking exceptionally pleased with himself.

Madam considered the afternoon a success.

The dog agreed.

I remained hungry.

7. Adaptability: Switching Between Two Very Different Worlds

One of the more unusual aspects of my life as Madam’s property is that I occasionally have to pretend to be something considerably less interesting. In our private world, I am her owned submissive, available to serve her in whatever capacity she requires. In the vanilla world, however, I might be introduced as her personal assistant, her driver, her handyman, or simply the fellow who carries her bags and runs her errands.

Most people assume I work for Madam, which, when you think about it, is not entirely inaccurate. The primary difference is that most personal assistants get weekends off, and very few have to ask permission before enjoying certain recreational activities.

I’ve become rather good at playing these roles. I can carry on a respectable conversation, handle Madam’s appointments, drive her wherever she needs to go, and generally look like a competent, trustworthy young man employed by a distinguished woman. What people don’t realize is that the polite fellow holding her handbag is also her personal property.

I was reminded of the importance of adaptability during a weekend when Madam was visiting an old acquaintance. I had driven her there, carried in her luggage, and spent much of the morning helping our hostess with a few household tasks. As far as everyone was concerned, I was Madam’s helpful assistant, and I was performing the role rather convincingly.

Then Madam found a moment when we were alone and ordered me to masturbate and orgasm before we left for lunch.

I glanced at my watch. Our hostess had announced that we would be leaving in twenty minutes, and I still needed to bring the car around, collect Madam’s coat, and make sure she had everything she needed.

I asked Madam whether she was aware of the schedule.

She was. In fact, she had helped establish it.

So I excused myself to perform a little unscheduled maintenance on the household’s most frequently supervised piece of equipment. The inspection was completed successfully, no replacement parts were required, and I returned to my duties as a respectable personal assistant before anyone noticed my absence.

I emerged just in time to hear our hostess announce that everyone was ready to leave. Madam was sitting comfortably in the living room, with her handbag beside her and her coat draped over the arm of a chair.

“duckie, would you bring the car around, please?”

“Of course, Madam.”

“And don’t forget my coat.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Our hostess smiled as I collected Madam’s belongings. “He’s such a wonderful assistant. You’re very lucky to have someone so dependable.”

Madam smiled back. “Oh, he’s very well trained. I can ask him to do practically anything.”

I nearly dropped her handbag.

Our hostess laughed, apparently assuming Madam was referring to my ability to run errands and organize her schedule.

“Well, I wish I could find someone like him!”

Madam gave me a thoroughly amused look.

“He’s one of a kind, I’m afraid.”

I concentrated very hard on locating the car keys.

Adaptability, I’ve learned, means being able to switch from devoted property to respectable assistant without missing a beat. It also means maintaining a perfectly straight face while your owner discusses your exceptional training with someone who has absolutely no idea what she’s talking about.

For the record, I remembered the car keys, Madam’s coat, and her handbag.

I consider that a personal victory.

8. A Sense of Humor: The Most Important Survival Skill

Of all the qualities required for successful on-demand service, I believe a sense of humor may be the most important. There are simply too many opportunities for absurdity when your owner has complete authority over your personal schedule and an apparently limitless supply of creative ideas.

One evening, Madam ordered me to masturbate and orgasm shortly before we were expecting a delivery. She knew the delivery was coming. I knew the delivery was coming. What neither of us knew was precisely when the driver would arrive.

She told me to finish before the doorbell rang.

This created an entirely ridiculous psychological contest between me and a delivery driver who had no idea he was participating.

Every passing vehicle made me nervous. Every sound outside the house caused me to check the clock. At one point, I heard footsteps approaching the porch and nearly jumped out of my skin.

It was a neighbor walking his dog.

So I obeyed and went to shake hands with the unemployed, keeping one ear tuned to the front door in case the delivery driver arrived. I finished before the package did, which seemed like an impressive victory until I discovered the delivery had been postponed until the following afternoon.

When I returned to the living room, Madam asked whether I had succeeded.

“Yes, Madam.”

“Wonderful. Now would you please check where that delivery is?”

I opened the tracking information and discovered the delay.

Madam laughed so hard she had to put down her coffee.

Apparently, I had been racing against absolutely nobody.

I maintain that the delivery company owes me an apology.

The Real Secret to On-Demand Success

After years of experience, I have reached a conclusion about what makes an excellent on-demand submissive. It isn’t simply obedience, although obedience certainly matters. Nor is it physical ability, enthusiasm, or even the willingness to accept an inconvenient command without complaint.

It is the combination of bravery, humility, resourcefulness, patience, adaptability, and the ability to recognize that sometimes the most ridiculous situations become the best stories.

Madam owns me completely, and that reality shapes every part of my life. I don’t get to decide that her authority is temporarily suspended because I’m watching football, painting a room, or shopping for groceries. My responsibility is to remain attentive to her wishes and find practical ways to fulfill them. The fact that she occasionally finds my predicament hilarious is simply one of the occupational hazards of belonging to Madam Nora Sinclair.

And I have learned that there is a special satisfaction in successfully completing a command that initially seemed impossible. There is also satisfaction in knowing that Madam is amused, pleased, and entirely confident that her property will do his best for her.

Of course, there is one additional trait I haven’t mentioned.

Optimism.

Every successful on-demand submissive needs optimism, because he must wake up each morning believing that today might be the day his owner chooses a perfectly convenient time for his next orgasm.

I have been waiting for that day for years.

I’ll let you know when it happens.