Hey everyone. It's me, seb. It's my turn to continue the story. It may be a little difficult for me at the start because, well, in my academic world, I'd write that a paradigm shift happened that night. Master Dom would immediately call me out on "my academic bullshit," and when I told him what he meant, he'd say "why the fuck don't you just write that your life changed?" Well, it did, but it changed because of something inside me. That's why it's hard to explain. You read that I introduced myself as seb, didn't you? That's what I call myself now. I won't get overdramatic (that's Master's word again) and say that Tony died, but what I will way is that the night at the club convinced me, completely, that my choice to submit to Master Dom was the right one, and I don't want to go back. I belong to Master Dom, and I want that. I hope I can explain. When I started bottoming for Master Dom, I thought back to what I had learned from Henry. He had been a good teacher: a jealous one (just like Master Dom. I can write that because he agrees with me), but a good one. Unlike Master Dom, though, Henry was very vain. He'd get angry if we were out and more people checked me out than checked out him. Interestingly, though, he didn't care if I cruised another guy, whether he was a top or a bottom, and Henry was somewhat, well, unfaithful. Of course, if I said anything about that to him, he'd answer that we hadn't taken any vows of monogamy and I was free to do exactly what he did. There was one exception though: I wasn't allowed to top. If I saw someone other than Henry, I had to bottom. He didn't want that side of me coming back. And while Henry thought he could just cancel on me and go out with someone, or bring someone else home, I had to tell him what I was doing. He'd get very upset if I didn't. You know from the earlier stories that Master Dom is very possessive and very jealous, but he's also rigorously faithful. I can honestly say that when we are out, I never catch him checking out anyone else. EVER. I'm not nearly as good as he is at that, and he catches me EVERY SINGLE TIME. And every time he does catch me, I can count on him shooting jizz on one of my shirts. Yeah, it STILL drives me crazy. Either that or he won't let me clean jizz off of myself until it dries, which is something else that makes me crazy. But I digress. That night at the club: I never expected Henry to be there, and I didn't expect him to be so, well, persistent when we met. Then, when Master Dom came over, collared me, and tugged on the leash, right in front of Henry, a wave of emotion went through me: I had a lion watching me, and he was not going to let another lion home in on what belonged to him. Emotionally, I had no desire to spend any time with Henry. I couldn't control my physical reaction but now, well, if I think about Henry, nothing happens. Part of it was being collared and taken off the floor by the Master who owned me. But the rest came later. Master Dom announced "we're going home, boy. Let's go say goodbye to the fellas." I was confused because we had come in that car with Stan's sub, and he was still out on the dance floor with the other boys. We made our rounds, and then he led me out, both of us wearing nothing but what we had worn in the club. I thought we were gonna call a cab, but Master Dom said "NAH, Let's walk a little." Then he put his arm around my shoulders, and I thought I would melt. He had never done that before, and before he did it, I didn't realize how much I wanted it. He was silent for a few minutes and then he spoke: "You wanna go back to your old Top, boy?" He wasn't pleading, and his voice didn't sound like he expected a particular answer. He just wanted to know. And I knew that if I said yes, it would be over, and he'd let me go. "No, Sir. I'm not a bottom. I'm a sub. I have a DOM. You're my DOM, Sir." Then I couldn't stop. "Sir, I'm speaking out of turn, and I'm sorry but, I have never felt as valued as I did tonight when you came out on the floor and took me. I saw the other subs checking you out, and in my opinion, a lot of them, no, most of them, are hotter than I am, and probably much less trouble than I am. But you came and got me. The same way you did at the mixer. And Sir, I won't lie: I remembered the great sex with Henry but, the only way I'd do anything with him is if you ordered me to do it, because I don't want him. I want you Sir." I stopped for a minute because Master stopped walking and was staring right into my eyes. I wasn't finished though, and I said "I want you right now. Right here. Geez Sir, don't stand there with your mouth open, shove your tongue down my throat and convince me I made the right decision." I thought I saw a tear in one of his eyes, but I didn't see it long. Master Dom shoved his tongue down my throat so hard that I had to close my eyes. He reached behind and squeezed my butt cheeks and whispered "I'm gonna abuse these tonight like I've never abused them before." Then he signaled for a cab, and we were off. In the cab, he asked "you think you could control yourself if I took the cage off, boy?" I was honest. I told him I didn't think I could. He flashed that big smile. "Then it's staying on." Well, when we got back to what I know thought of as OUR apartment, Master shoved me against the wall, and pinned my wrists right under one of the paintings I had on the wall. "Gimme your mouth, boy" he ordered, and I did. He continued kissing me hard, the way he did on the street, and he was growling when he did. Then he broke off and looked at me. He noticed something. "When was the last time you shaved, boy?" I blushed. I had NOT asked for permission. "Four days ago, Sir." He looked at me again. "I think you can have a moustache. No beard. That goes tomorrow." "Yes Sir," I assented. Then he looked at me again. "You've never done this, but you've also never gone to a club with me before. I'm sitting down. You're getting my boots off. Then you're massaging my feet. Then, you're gonna suck me and get me GOOD and wet, because that's all the lube you get tonight, boy." Words every sub boy wants to hear. "Yes Sir, "I answered. He sat down and looked at me. "Well?" He lifted his feet up so that they were resting on my coffee table. I got to work. I had never done this for Master before, and I wanted to do a good job. I didn't start very well: Master's boots fit him very snugly, and I struggled to pull the first one off. He laughed. "Sorta like trying to get my cock in you the first time, boy." Now, THAT brought back memories, and I couldn't focus very well on what I was doing. I was moving slowly, and Master was getting a bit impatient. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and shoved my head into his groin. "I'll be disappointed, boy. I really wanted a foot massage. But you can just suck me really well, and in return I'll leave you caged a few more days." "No, Sir," I answered. I'm ready." He smiled and stretched back. I rotated his first boot very slowly and pulled. I heard the "POP." Before Master could say it, I said "Reminds me of the sound your dick makes when it pulls out of me, Sir." He chuckled. "Boy, you better not get me too excited." His second boot was easier. His socks were simple to get off, but then Master grabbed my neck again. "Push those socks to your nose, boy. Take a GOOD whiff." I did. There was a funk, but Master's scent was there. Anyone who tells you scent isn't the most powerful sense is lying. My hormones were raging. I SWEAR, I thought I felt my butthole opening. Now, I just had to figure out what to do: my first foot massage. I had seen a few videos, but I didn't know what Master liked. I was getting desperate and then, I took a gamble. I "deep throated" his big toe. It paid off. I heard a moan come out of Master that I had never heard before. "DAMN BOY. Someone tell you tonight that my big toes are the key to my cock?" I wanted to laugh when Master said that, but I restrained myself. I just shook my head no, and even the movement of my tongue when I shook my head was rousing Master Dom. I could tell. His jeans were as tight as mine, and his bulge was growing. Now, I didn't know whether to do each toe or to move onto his other big one. I looked at him, sort of helplessly. He smiled. "The left foot boy. Same thing." "Yes Sir, "I answered, and sucked that toe too. There was something about sucking those toes that was giving me ideas. More than that, though, I was thinking that Master's toes were turning into the gateway drug to my complete and total submission. I wasn't there yet, but I was close. "Enough. We're trying something else now, boy. I gotta stand up for a minute." Master stood up in front of me, and I tried to take the position that I've seen so many subs take in videos: I sat back on my calves, pushed out my chest and put my hands behind my back. I wanted Master SO BADLY, and I was about to get him. Master pulled his jeans down and sat back on the sofa. He planted his feet firmly on the ground. He looked at me. "Strip" was all he said. I got to my feet and did just that. "See this?" He pointed to his cock, standing straight and tall in the middle of his crotch. "Yes Sir?" I said somewhat questioningly. He had something in mind, and I didn't know what. "Lift yourself onto my lap and sit on it. Move slowly. It's gonna hurt the first time." I gulped. At the club, one of the other subs had asked if he had ever had me sit on his dick and when I said no, he laughed. "Then he doesn't think you're completely submissive yet. It hurts. It's hard. But Master Dom considers it very important that his sub not be too intimidated to do it." I began moving on it, but before I did, Master spat into his hand and ran it up and down his dick. "I'm too horny to get through a blow job and a fucking, so this is your lube. Now get on it. " It wasn't easy. I started lowering myself on his shaft. I felt like I was stabbing a knife into my guts, because there really was no way to slow down, and I could tell Master was testing me, because he was entering me faster than he would have been if the only thing getting me fucked was me lowering myself on him. "GOOD BOY. GOOD BOY. OH YEAH. Who's my handsome, studly sub? Who's taking my Master cock?" "I am, Sir. Your sub boy" I didn't think my voice could be that small, but it was. I was in a little pain, but then when Master shifted, I was glad I was caged, because I would have shot directly into his face. He continued to move around, and he was getting every single one of my nerve endings, but more intently than he did when we were in bed. I lost control and I did something that I thought I'd regret. I leaned in and took one of Master's nipples into my mouth. A moan almost as loud as the one that he made when I sucked his toe came out of him. "DAMN BOY. I didn't want you to know about my nips, but... OH FUCK." He pushed my head in and I slobbered and nibbled and did whatever I remembered him doing to me. His cock was getting thicker. I could feel it. I moved to his other nipple. Or, rather, Master guided my head to it. I could feel his strong hips beginning to buck. He was gonna breed me. I knew it. I wanted it. Master pulled my head from his chest and shoved his tongue into my mouth. OH, that kiss felt so good. He came just as I was beginning to moan from the feeling of his roving tongue. "Clench those glutes, boy. You don't wanna be calling a carpet cleaner to tell him you have a semen stain on your cushions, ha ha ha." I SWEAR! Master knows so many ways to push so many of my buttons and yeah, that thought was freaking me out. I mean, I wouldn't have to say what the stain was, but... what if he knew? (Let me tell you: I now know, they can tell, and I don't care anymore. I owe that to Master. In his words: "so let him charge you extra. He's probably jealous.") I digress. When Master had finished, I wanted him to release my cock so badly, but I knew it wasn't my place to ask. He told me to go and get his jizz out of my ass, and to come back so we could cuddle before we went to bed. No mention of releasing me then, or later, or EVER. That night, I was ready to use what Master said was his kryptonite: my "puppy-dog eyes." I have very few ways to cajole Master into doing what I want, but that one is so powerful that Master's threatened to blindfold me during sex (which sounds REALLY hot to me, especially if he ties me up, too. He hasn't done it yet but... Hmmm). But I didn't need to use them. When I came back, he was smiling. "Stretch out on the sofa, boy. Put your head on my lap." "Yes Sir," I answered. Snuggling with Master is one of the bestest things ever. I know I had a big grin on my face when I got in position. I was looking up and I saw the key to my cage, dangling from his hand. "How about we see how long it takes you to open the cage when I do this, boy..." He moved his hands to my nipples. Now it was MY turn to moan from tit torture. It's not changed: if Master plays with my nipples, every bit of strength goes out of my body. I remember that night I could barely move my hands. "I ain't opening it for you, boy. Either you do it, or it stays locked." He chuckled and squeezed my right nipple -- which was getting more and more sensitive every day -- and I almost dropped the key. I think he took a break, deliberately, for about ten seconds, and I was able to get the key in and get my dick out. I didn't touch it though: I didn't have permission. "Get to work, boy. Let's see how happy you are." Now, he moved one hand to my lips and began to just run his thumb over the upper and lower lip while his other hand moved from nipple to nipple. He began to talk about how I was a good boy, how I was HIS, and he didn't want any other man to come near my ass. He had me suck on his thumb and that... well, that just gave my rocket the fuel it needed. I almost bit down on his thumb, but Master got it out of my mouth fast enough, as a real geyser of cum came out of me. He was chuckling. I gasped "Thank you SIR. Thank you for letting your boy cum." He lay his hand on my pec for a few minutes and played with my hair with his other hand. "Let me up, seb. I wanna get a cloth to clean you up." "Yes Sir, "I answered, sitting up on the sofa, confused again. Master usually let jizz dry on me or had me clean myself up. He came back with a pleasantly warm cloth and laughed as he washed my body. "Looks like a fucking glitter bomb went off, boy. Got to try to keep this under control." He finished and put his arm around me. "You remember what I just said to you, seb?" "About not wanting any other man near my ass? Sir, you don't have to worry about that." He laughed. "You know, I'm not. I'm just wondering. What is it you lawyers say about asking questions?" "Never ask a question you don't know the answer to, Sir? Is that what you mean?" "That's the one. Because I have a question for you, and I know the answer. Do you ever feel like you wanna exercise your top man muscles, Mr. `I used to be versatile?'" Well, Master said he knew the answer. I didn't know how he did, but he told me later that sometimes I talked in my sleep, and that sometimes it was clear I was dreaming of topping someone. "It happens, Sir. Please don't be angry. It doesn't happen often, but it does." He laughed. "Angry? I'm not angry. How could that be? Now I got this image of watching my boy's cock deep in someone while my cock is buried in him. "I had never thought about that but DAMN. That was getting me hot again. Master was rubbing the back of my neck. He looked at me. "How about you pick out someone you like, who likes you back, and we'll do something? Not too often, but we'll do it." I knew it wasn't a question: Master wanted it and, to be honest, so did I. "Sir, I'd like that. But if I can suggest? Let's pick him out together?" He laughed. "You think I'm gonna be looking at anyone other than you?" I remember I smiled because, well, you'll see." "Yes Sir, I do. I see you look. I don't mind because you come back to me but, you have to remember, Sir: no one gets near that cock but me." NOW I DID give him my puppy dog eyes and it didn't work. "IS THAT SO SUB BOY? IS THAT SO." He grabbed me and we wound up on the floor. He had me pinned like that first time he tickled me, and this time, he worked me harder. I kept on begging him to stop, but he just dug in harder. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING ENOUGH DICK, BOY? YOU NEED MORE?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA. SIR I JUST DON'T WANT TO SHARE YOU." He stopped. "You won't. Ever." He began kissing me all over. I didn't want to let him go. Finally he whispered one word: "bed." Did I ever sleep better? I don't think so. Well, that weekend we went shopping for Master's tuxedo. It wasn't easy. Master wasn't particularly critical or fussy, but I was. And the other thing, which I hadn't thought about: Master has very broad shoulders, and very narrow hips. His legs are a little long too, so finding a tuxedo that fit him to MY specifications, and wouldn't require custom making, and at a price that he was willing to pay (he wouldn't let me pay), took some time. We finally went to a place that some of my work colleagues knew about. I knew they'd be expensive, but I thought: one try. Interestingly, the salesperson was a woman: the only shop we went into where that was the case. She took one look at Master Dom and said, very matter of factly: "it'll be hard to find a match for you. Do you mind trying on one that has been worn already?" I minded. Master Dom teased afterwards that seeing MY Dom side coming out made it clear he had to put me back in my place that night (He did, but he wants to write about that). "Who wore it ma'am?" He asked. She snorted. "That is something I CANNOT tell you. He doesn't want anyone to know he returns his fucking couture. All I'll say is this: the tuxedo I have in mind went to the Oscars, and it was on stage." It won't surprise you that Master Dom has no patience for the Oscars show. I, on the other hand...I began trying to remember what men had been on stage. "Sure, let me give it a try," he said to the woman. She clearly had us sized up. When Master was off in the changing room, she said to me "I don't know which one of you is luckier, but you better look pretty damn good in yours." When Master came out of the changing area, in full formal wear, I nearly had an orgasm in the shop. I think Madeline (that was her name), almost had one too. "OH, you look better in it than he did." When I saw Master walking around as if he had been wearing a tuxedo his whole life, I figured out who it was. Won't surprise you to know: an actor I crush on. But now: my REAL crush was walking around, testing the jacket by buttoning, and unbuttoning it, seeing how he looked with his hands in his pockets. It was the first time I was truly aware of how beautiful Master's blue eyes are. "Ma'am, I think it's perfect." He smiled at me. "Do you approve, seb?" And then I knew it was a done deal: Master had just used by sub name in public." I just shook my head yes. "One question, Ma'am. I have very big feet. Do you happen to have any dress shoes that would look good and feel comfortable?" Madeline knew what she was doing: "Sir, ANY shoe I have will look good on you. "She gave me a snide look. "Let's just see if we can find something comfortable." I didn't get to get fucked by Master while he was wearing his tux that night. What I CAN tease you with, is that he did use the braces to tie me up (and Master wants to tell you about that), and he gagged me with our bowties, and that will all have to wait until Master is ready to entertain you again. I hope you enjoyed my part of the story. Master will never admit it (and I'm gonna get it for writing this down), but he really likes hearing from you. Let him know.