We had never met. I have never seen him. He had never seen me. I only knew his words. But he was my master and I was his slave, and I was obedient to his every command.
Master had made me go for ten days without cumming. Cumming was a gift Master gave me when he was in the mood. Master made me arouse myself in various ways: jerking off, watching porn, checking out guys on the subway and imagining what it would be like to be on my knees and service them. But he gave me no permission to cum or even to touch myself. My dick was throbbing after days of arousal and neglect, and my balls were a bit sore, the pain reminding me that they belonged not to me, but to Him.
I got home from work and checked my email. Master had sent two messages, one titled, "your instructions," and the other "instructions, part 2." I knew better than to risk punishment by opening the second part.
Part one read:
"slave,
"Strip."
I stripped off my clothing, and immediately became hard.
"Spit into your right hand. I know your dick is ready. Thank me out loud for the pleasure I am about to allow you. Then begin to stroke yourself slowly, while you work your tits hard with your left hand. When you are about to cum, read the second message."
When I am about to cum! He might allow me relief today.
I spit into my palm. I said, "Thank you, Master, for the pleasure you are allowing me." I started stroking my dick, careful not to go too fast. I pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling on them harder than I would have, but as hard as my Master had instructed me to. Master had said nothing about my balls, so they got no attention.
I kept stroking, lost in thoughts of this man who controlled me from wherever he was, and how grateful I was to serve him.
Before long, I felt like I was about to cum. I clicked on the second message.
The second or two before it opened was an eternity. My heart was pounding with desire and the overwhelming urge to shoot my load. But it wasn't my load to shoot, for that I'd need permission. I read the message:
"Let go of your dick boy. Get dressed. You haven't earned the right to cum today."
I wrenched my hand from my dick, disappointed. My dick jerked and drooled and pulsed, but I was powerless to give it what it wanted. I was desperate to cum, and I was desperate to please my Master. I hoped both those things would happen soon.