INTRODUCTION:
My physical attraction has always been to women and up to the time of this story all my sexual relationships had been with them, but I have also always had an underlying fantasy attraction regarding other men, specifically the idea of a dominant slightly older man.
Having gone through puberty in an authoritative all male school, the idea of submitting to authority had impressed itself indelibly onto my unconscious. This had somehow attached itself to my sexual nature as well. As a result I had always had a lurking feeling that a dominant older man could well turn me on and that I would respond positively should one such turn his attention on to me. I thought of a man as my authority figure because all the teachers at my school were men. And we even called them masters, not teachers at that time.
Whenever fantasies about such things came up I would masturbate furiously then feel guilt and push them away. I had a great fear of exposure.
Once I got into my forties, divorced and took to living on my own this desire resurfaced with increased intensity. I began to wonder if these feelings were in truth a fundamental part of my nature and that the time at school had simply crystallised rather than created them.
Then I met such a man and all became clear to me.
THE BUILD UP:
I met him at a works do, he was with a woman from accounts, and seemed quite attentive to her. I wasn't a great fan of these works socials and was there somewhat under sufferance. If you didn't go it would give the impression of being a bit standoffish but frankly I could have been having a better time just spending the evening alone at home. But there I was, so it was just a matter of making the best of it.
He didn't make a great impression on me to begin with. He was maybe ten years older than me. Solidly built, though not fat, but with a bit of a belly sitting above his belt as middle aged men tend to have. A little shorter than me, but more powerfully built. Short grey hair and a trimmed beard. He did have a certain air of assuredness about him.
During the evening I found myself in a group with the two of them and two or three others from work who I knew only slightly. But as the talk went on he and I discovered some interests in common. We found ourselves drifting into a discussion to such an extent that we hardly noticed that the others drifted away. Indeed the talk was all the better because they had and there were no interruptions trying to change the subject. We also shared a liking for the same kind of music. But at one point we did notice and he excused himself saying that he really ought to rejoin Martha who was by now standing on her own and looking a bit lost.
"I'd better go and support her" he said with a wry smile, and with that he moved off to join her while I went and hunted for a top up to my drink.
Later on I saw that they were getting ready to leave, and he came over to me again.
"I really enjoyed talking to you" he said, "It seems we have a lot in common. Maybe we should meet for a drink sometime?" I readily agreed. I had enjoyed talking with him, also he had a certain way about him, a calm acceptance of who he was and an obvious belief in his own opinions without any sense of dogmatism. I was certainly open to making a new friend, so we swapped phone numbers with a view to going out for a drink sometime in the future.
The rest of the evening was the usual drudge, seemingly more so after having spent some time talking with him. After they left I stayed on for a while but my heart wasn't in it, so I excused myself and made my way home.
I didn't give it any more thought, but around a week later I got a call from him. He was back in town for a few days and suggested we meet at a bar for a drink, to which I readily agreed.
When we met again I felt myself increasingly at ease with him. Mostly when you meet someone you have to go through the awkward phase of wondering what to say and what reaction you will get when expressing your own thoughts, but just occasionally you meet someone and instantly click with them as if you've known them for ages and feel easy and relaxed with them right from the get go. It's only happened to me a few times in my life and always has resulted in a lasting friendship. So it was with him, and we spent a very pleasant evening. We had a few drinks then on to a restaurant for a meal. I gave him a lift home and he invited me in for a final coffee.
Before long I was sitting on the sofa with a coffee in hand reminiscing with him about bands we liked and concerts we'd been to.
Sometime later came a lull in the conversation, I was thinking it was about time to go home, when he introduced a new topic to our talk.
"I want to ask you something" he said. "It's a little bit off the wall and maybe controversial, but from what I've seen of you so far I feel it may be of interest." As I said, he had a certain definite way with him where he was not frightened of expression his views and seemingly had no fear of rejection. He didn't modify his conversation depending on who he was talking to, he would come out with what he wanted to say regardless. Self assured would describe him perfectly. It was a quality I envied in others as within myself there was always an uncertainty which kept me restrained. So I said "Certainly, go ahead" happy for him to take the lead in our conversation. But as he spoke I began to feel the hairs rise up on the back of my neck . . .
"You interest me" he said. "I feel you have certain hidden depths to you, feelings which have always remained inside of you but never come out. You are very agreeable, but I think maybe that agreeability goes much deeper all the way to your sexual feelings. All that I've seen of you since we met leads me to feel you would be happy to have someone direct you sexually."
I stirred a bit awkwardly in my seat. "How do you mean?"
"Let me put it this way. Some of us are definite in our view of the world and are happy to be in control of events, even dominate them, while others find it more fulfilling to just submit to others and be directed by them. I'm one of the former and it seems to me that you could well be one of the latter. Would you agree?"
This caused a sudden arousal in me. He'd just come out with two of my deep trigger words. Dominance and Submission. These had had an almost life long sexual charge to them for me. I'd always had a certain insecurity in my sexual life where I could never be quite sure that what I was doing was the 'right' thing to please my partner, and that often kept me from fully enjoying the experience. Quite often I would feel somewhat outside of myself rather than being fully immersed in it, as if I was observing and rating my performance as I went along. It wasn't a crippling sensation, just something that I wished didn't happen. But I had always had the feeling that were dominance and submission an acknowledged part then at least everyone would know what they were doing, what their role was. Suddenly I felt as if he could in some way see deeper into me, could read me better than anyone had. I didn't resent this intrusion, but I was fully taken aback by it.
There was a fairly long pause, then he said "Sorry, maybe I've trodden where you don't want anyone to go" and smiled.
"No, no" I said. "I'm not offended, I'm just surprised as no-one has ever asked me that before". I paused. "Yes, you're right, I don't like to be in charge of things"
"Shall I go on then?" he asked. "Do you mind if I speak directly?"
"Yes, carry on" I could already feel a stirring in my loins.
"When it comes to sexuality, some of us men are alpha males. We like to be in charge and to have our partners give up control to us. Other men find more pleasure in submitting, letting their partner take the lead and guide them along. Put the two together and you have an environment where both can flourish." He kept repeating the trigger words damn him. In charge, control, submit, guide. They reverberated in my ears, I'd often thought the words but never heard them spoken out loud in this way. "It seems to me that you could well be one of those who like to submit, so I think we could be well suited."
"I'm bisexual" he continued. "I like women and enjoy sex with them, but I must admit I prefer sexually dominating other men. Men have two advantages over women. They get horny regularly and their cocks make their excitement manifestly obvious. I like to take charge of them and guide them into a full expression of their sexuality. To train them. To see their sexuality blossom under my hands. I'm not into giving pain or anything like that, though a spanking can be a great way to get someone to open up and lose their inhibitions!" He smiled again as if stirring happy memories.
Then his voice took on a sharper edge, as if demanding answers.
"With regard to women, do you mostly just seek your own gratification or is it more that you have a desire to please them?"
I thought for a few moments.
"Yes, pleasing them is the key to my own satisfaction. Though I'm not always sure about whether I have pleased them or not."
"Have you ever had sex with another man?"
"No" I said
"Have you ever thought of having sex with another man?"
There he'd got me. I had, frequently. Often when I got horny I would think the thoughts I believed to be bad, the trigger words would pop up and the excitement would grow within me even as I tried to push it away.
He was looking directly at me now, as if his eyes were demanding honesty.
"Yes, I have" I said finally.
"And did those thoughts involve your submission to the other man?"
"Yes, always". It seemed like a dam had broken, or I'd gone over the top of the hill and could now coast down the other side. I could never have raised the subject myself, but in the presence of this man, this self assured man who talked freely of these things it seemed a relief to be able to answer honestly.
"Good, well done" he said. "I know it's not easy to admit to these things, but you've done well, you're very brave."
Then suddenly he got up. "Let's try something" he said. "Get up now"
Almost automatically I obeyed. "Turn around and put your hands behind your head" I obeyed again. I felt him move close behind me, then his arms came around my chest and waist and pulled me back against him. He didn't speak, just held me close as I felt the warmth of his body behind me. His hands began to move, rubbing over my chest, down over my hips to my thighs, up again brushing past my groin to rub my belly. A strong, firm, confident touch of a type that I'd never felt before that dissolved all thought and resistance and lit a fire in my belly. And the fire was grew in me with every moment. I was confused but in some vague way felt I was exactly where I should be and where I was meant to be. I felt his breath on my ear. One hand went down and finally rubbed directly over my fast growing erection feeling and squeezing it's shape with his fingers. His other hand came up to my face, a finger rubbed at my lips, demanding entrance, and I instinctively opened my mouth and let it in. Straight away I began to suck and lick at it instinctively, like a baby.
He kept this going for some time, I became so excited I could hardly breathe. My erection had become painful now as my cock strained in it's confines under his hand.
Then suddenly he stopped and turned me back to face him.
"You're very responsive aren't you." He looked directly at me again. I dropped my eyes from his gaze, confused. It was the most powerful sensation I'd ever had.
"Don't be confused" he said, as if reading my mind. "That was just a little experiment to see how you respond to submission and to give you a taste of what I can offer. And it obviously turns you on. Like I said, it's what's so attractive about submissive men, their cocks can never hide their arousal. But that's enough for now, it's late and I need to be up early. Take yourself home and have a think about it all. I'll call you in a few days and see how you feel about things, it's a lot to take in all at once out of the blue"
He smiled again, a warm friendly smile, got me organised and then I was out of the door and on my way home in what can only be described as a state of shock. I had to think hard to remember how to drive and find my way home at the same time.
The next few days were a maelstrom of emotions. I'd returned home still highly turned on, and had wanked furiously within half an hour. I simply had to. But it wasn't any help as the excitement didn't go away, if anything it increased. That night I laid in bed, my heart pumping and my cock as stiff as a board. As I remembered the feel of his hands on my body, my hand went down to my cock and I masturbated yet again in a futile attempt at relief. But there was no relief.
There were certain feelings of doubt as well. I'd fantasised about going down on a man, but did I really want it in reality? Would the sight or the scent or the feel of an actual penis in reality wanting to penetrate my mouth prove too much, would the fantasy prove to be just a fantasy? That would be very embarrassing and I was tempted to not see him again just to avoid the possibility.
Why had I just automatically obeyed when he gave me instructions. "Turn Round" "Put your hands on your head"? I suppose because I felt at ease with him, felt no threat and so responded purely from instinct. I'd had an immediate response to his touch, my whole body had come alive instantly. No-one had ever taken hold of my body with such demanding urgency before. This was like my long suppressed fantasy playing out. Should I be fearful? Could he be hiding a more sadistic nature?
But then memory of the sensations floated back and the doubts receded. My cock and balls gave me little respite. The nights were the worst In bed on my own in the dark with no distractions and a rampant erection which relentlessly demanded satisfaction. I tossed and turned, woke up regularly always with this great stiff thing standing out from me.
Then I became more fatalistic, more accepting. I knew deep in me that he was right, I did have a submissive sexual nature, and then I began to realise that as all this desire and arousal had come through him and his treatment of me, then it was only him that could assuage it. He had put me into this state of perpetual arousal and released me back out into the world with it, so there was nothing for me to do but wait for his call. It was for him to decide to how long this frustration would remain, for him to relieve it. It had nothing to do with me, I had no mastery or control of it. That did settle me down a bit but the nights weren't that much better.
Little did I realise that to all intents and purposes he had in fact already taken control of me.
In the end he didn't leave it for long, only a few days, though by then it seemed like it had been forever.
When the phone rang I was both excited and nervous as I picked it up, but he just talked very naturally to start with, asking me how I was, what I had been doing since we met and so on. Very quickly the nervousness dropped away as the sound of his voice cast me back to our meeting and only the excitement was left. He led the conversation as before, so I didn't have to think of anything to say, all I needed to do was answer him.
Before long he brought the conversation back to the matter in hand.
"Now let's get to the reason I'm calling. You may be feeling some trepidation about this whole idea of submitting yourself to me. That's wholly reasonable. To submit is to be vulnerable, and that's not easy for any man. I have no desire to harm you or to cause you any anguish. I have to say I very much enjoyed our little skirmish the other night, you made a very enjoyable companion. So, would you like to come and visit me again?"
My reservations had faded away. "Yes I would"
"And we will explore your submissiveness a little more. Would you like that?"
"Yes indeed. Very much."
"That's good. Very good. Good boy." A slight pause, I realised that just the sound of those last two words - "good boy" - dropped so casually into the conversation, had flashed through my nervous system to light up my groin, making my penis swell instantly. Then he continued "Let's see, it's Wednesday now, I'm free Saturday evening, will that be okay for you?"
"Yes, of course." I had to bite my tongue not to add Sir.
"Excellent I'll look forward to seeing you at seven then. Oh, one more thing. I would like you to keep masturbation to the minimum until our meeting. Not at all would be best. It will enhance your experience. Do you think you can try to do that for me?"
"I'll certainly try" I said, slightly hesitant.
"Good boy. I'll see you Sunday then, around eight"
We said our goodbyes and I hung up. I sat there in a bit of a daze for a while, though my penis was anything but dazed, it was straining at my trousers. I felt really horny. Three days and nights without a wank? In this state of excitement? But then again the little niggling voice came in the back of my head and said "It's what he wants you to do. And you're supposed to be the one that wants to submit? So submit to what he wants you to do."
So I decided to do just that, submit. I did forget about it the following morning when I fell into a wank instinctively almost as soon as I awoke. But with that decision came a degree of acceptance. After all, wanking had proved no solution anyway. I was fully aware of the desire that filled me, but the pressure to relieve it grew less. It's urgency had been stilled. So I did manage to refrain from then on, though my balls felt like they were huge between my legs and were sending constant 'We need release now!' messages to my brain.
THE MAIN EVENT:
And so it was that I came to be standing outside his front door at five to eight on Sunday evening. Very nervous it's true, full of mixed feelings of anticipation and trepidation and arousal. But mainly arousal. A certain anxiety, fear of the unknown that lay behind the door was there, but he'd done nothing, said nothing that showed any inclination from him to think he wanted to cause me any harm.
I paused nervously, but then my finger seemed to come up of it's own volition and ring the bell for me. . Once inside, his natural manner quickly reassured any doubts and all that remained was the arousal, an arousal of my whole body, physical as much as sexual, I felt fully aware of myself in the moment. It felt exhilarating and full of suspense.
He welcomed me, we went back into the lounge and the feeling of suspense intensified. Coming back now into the very place he'd explored my body so freely and felt my erection a few days ago, I knew for certain now that the next stage was going to happen literally any moment now. I caught my breath and all my feelings intensified.
But he carried on as normal, sat me down, got me a glass of wine, the perfect friendly host setting me at my ease.
After we had chatted about this and that for a while he put down his glass and leant forward in his chair.
"Now, let's turn to our current situation."
"Before we begin, we should have a little discussion about where we'd like this to go and how best to go about it."
Then he began to talk in a way that seemed to echo my own feelings.
He said that he enjoyed sex for sex's sake, almost as a sport, and had always wanted to find ways to make the arousal last longer. It always seemed to be over too quickly. He was drawn to the dominant role because he thought being in charge would enable him to experience this extended arousal through using the obedience of his partner, by restraining them if needed, so that the partner couldn't suddenly bring either of them off and put an end to things. Finding others with submissive tendencies who desired extended arousal but who on their own were too weak to achieve it would be the perfect solution he thought. And so it had proved.
These were exactly my thoughts except that in my case it was the other way round. I wasn't able to take control and dominate the proceedings to get my way, I would all too often follow my partner's wishes and be led into orgasm too soon.
He continued to speak.
"It's a great shame that so much erotica and porn about dominance and submission these days involves duress and physical punishment. The submission is all too often forced in some way, by blackmail or photographs to be sent to their families, evidence of fraud at work and so on. Sure, they always come to accept it and enjoy it, But that's not the point, and it's entirely fantasy to imagine they would. It means there's an undercurrent of duress running all through the book or video. They may like it, but they didn't choose it."
"I'm only interested if someone surrenders themself to me and allows me to direct them entirely voluntarily. What turns me on is the knowledge that they are with me entirely of their own will. If any part of me felt it was by coercion in any way, then my desire would cease. Knowing they are here, naked, ready to submit to me simply because it is what turns them on also leaves me free to thoroughly enjoy their body. To pleasure them and satisfy their desires along with mine. In that respect they are relieving me of any doubts and uncertainties just much as I am relieving them of theirs. Only in that way can there be a truly relaxed atmosphere for mutual sexual pleasure."
He paused for a moment to let his words sink in.
"So, are you ready to begin again now?"
"Yes of course".
"Do you remember how you were standing when we left off?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"Then please stand up and assume that position again".
I stood up facing his chair, put my legs apart and my hands behind my head. I could feel the arousal rising by the minute and my cock rising with it as my mind replayed the feel of his hands on my body.
"That's nice, I like that. A very pleasing sight".
He sat calmly regarding me for a while as I felt the tension and arousal rise. Then, with an inquisitive expression as if trying to remember he spoke again.
"Hmm now, and where was I at that time? Ah yes, I remember now",
He got up from his chair, walked around behind me. And then the remembered feel of his hands on my body became real again. After only a few seconds I groaned aloud. His hand moved to my groin and felt my arousal.
Then his hands were gone, he passed around me again and sat down, once again regarding me steadily.
"A very pleasing sight," he said again. "but now it's time for you to take the first step and demonstrate your submissive nature to me before we go any further. Strip yourself naked and then reassume your position. Just chuck your clothes on the chair."
Hesitantly at first I began to undress. It was an odd feeling, a familiar one as I did it every night, yet unusual and erotic as all the time I was aware of his steady gaze that never left me. His dominance seemed to fill the room and surround me.
And than I was naked. I spread my legs again and put my hands behind my head. I looked down at my penis which still stood at half mast, then looked back at him.
"Good boy, well done. You make a lovely sight," he said. "Now don't look at me any more, just keep your eyes fixed on the wall opposite."
I saw him rise in my peripheral vision and approach me. I swear I felt my penis stiffen. He came to stand in front of me and his face came into my vision.
He looked me up and down. "I see you don't have any pubic hair. Did you shave it for this occasion?"
"I did shave today, but I have been shaving there for some time now."
He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.
"And why is that?"
"Originally it was because it seemed universal in stories and porn films that a submissive should be hairless and the idea excited me. I felt I was being a bit daring to be honest. But I also found that the sense of touch was greatly magnified without all the hair, so that was always another reason. But it still excites me when I do it."
"That's fine. Of course it befits a submissive to remove his hair, for him it's a sign of surrendering his masculinity." He cupped my balls in one hand and raised them as if weighing them. I trembled at this sudden intimate touch. "I'm glad that you understand this. I may well desire the removal of more of your body hair at some point. A submissive should not be hairy."
He dropped my balls and moved away going back behind me. Then his hands were once again on my body. But this time every touch was on my bare skin, electrifying, and a thousand times as erotic as it was when I was clothed. Again there was this masculine pressure in his hands, the pulling and grasping and kneading of my flesh which made my knees go weak and my cock leap upwards. He covered every inch of me from my knees to the top of my head, first holding me back against him so I could feel his breath on my ear as he murmured 'Good boy' and 'Lovely boy' from time to time. One hand came up and round to my mouth as it had done before. This time it found my lips ready parted and my tongue ready waiting to lick and suck on the finger as it slid into my mouth. He worked his way around me. I loved the feel as when he was in front of me he reached round to grasp my buttocks and pull me up against him as I kept my gaze locked on the wall opposite as his head was slightly out of my vision, not daring to disobey and look at him. He ran both hands up the sides of my body from my hips to my armpits and then on up to my elbows and on to my wrist, then back down again slowly, squeezing and pulling all the way, then again and again. I felt as if I was in a trance, not wanting this to ever stop.
But then it stopped. He took the root of my cock and balls in one hand, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around their base with a firm grip.
"Shut your eyes now" he said. I obeyed.
I felt his free hand roam up my body to my neck and then to my face where once again his finger pressed at my lips and I took it in to suck on it. Then another entered, then another, three fingers in all explored the inside of my mouth. They pressed down on my tongue, forcing it flat and then slid back and forwards over it in a gentle fucking motion. It was his first proper penetration of me and was a moment of complete surrender for me. I loved what this man was doing to me, more than anyone had ever done for me before, more than anyone had ever turned me on before. I just felt like now I was his.
All this while his other hand still had me by the genitals and was gently tugging me in a circular then back and front movement.
I had become very turned on being in his power like this and I could feel my penis straining in his grip though he hadn't yet touched the shaft at all
"You're beautifully docile. I love it. And I can see you love it too"
His hand loosed it's hold around my root and and took hold of my shaft. His grip was warm and tight and powerful as he stroked my length. This wasn't the caress of a woman's touch, it had the power and purpose of the male, and the feeling was entirely new to me. This man could make me come in seconds if he wanted to. I began to go weak at the knees as my penis became swollen and stiff in his hand.
"See how good it feels when you relinquish control. Giving in to your submissiveness frees you to just react. No need to think. No need for decisions. Just let go and relax. Keep your eyes closed."
I moaned but all too soon the stroking stopped. He took hold of the root of my genitals again having to stretch a bit further this time due to my arousal. His two fingers went into my mouth again, his thumb under my chin so he gripped me. The fingers pressed down on my tongue so speech was impossible.
"Open your eyes and look at me" he said. He was standing right in front of me, and I was transfixed under his steady gaze.
"We will adopt our proper roles now. I am the tutor and you are my pupil,. I am the commanding officer, you are the private. You will be attentive and you will do as I say. You will only speak when I ask you a question. When you do speak you will address me as Sir. From now on whenever you are naked you will call me Sir." All the while his fingers are moving in my mouth and his hand enclosing my genitals sways me slightly from side to side as it moves. He continues "Do you understand and accept this?"
"Yeth thir" was all I could manage with limited tongue movement.
"Do you wish to continue on to the next step?"
"Yeth thir" I burbled again.
"Say please!"
"Yeth pleathe thir" I managed.
"Good boy" The sound of these two words caused a huge surge of sexual excitement running through my entire body, My cock stiffened even further with the realisation that this was really happening.
Then he withdrew both hands from me, leaving me standing in front of him with every nerve in my body racing.
"So tell me now, have you masturbated since our telephone call?"
The sudden question took me aback, but I confessed that I had done just the once, the morning after he telephoned.
"Do you remember me saying in that phone call that it would be best if you didn't do it at all?"
I flushed a little at this. "Yes sir, I do."
"So that was a little disobedient of you wasn't it. A little disrespectful for a supposed submissve, don't you think?"
I flushed even more, put off balance by the sudden questioning. "Yes, sir. I guess it was. I'm sorry."
"Properly sorry, or are you just saying that?"
"Properly sorry sir!"
"Would you like to make amends?"
"Yes sir, I would." I spoke instinctively.
He moved round to my left side. "Bend forward, hands on your knees," he said, and as I did so he put his left hand across my back and held me tight against his hip by my waist.
"Some correction is in order then." I gasped then caught my breath as his right hand came down on my buttocks with a loud crack.
"Twelve good smacks on each cheek for now. Count them out loud for me as we go"
And so I counted one... two... three... as his hand landed on one cheek then the other. Good hard smacks that made my cheeks sting, but also began to light a fire within. At six he paused and rubbed his hand over my cheeks for some time before delving between my legs to take my balls in his hand, rolling them around in his grip. Not hard, but gently. My cheeks were smarting and felt hot, my startled feeling gave way to pleasure as his hand moved to my inner thigh and worked it's way back up to my buttocks. Smack! six... seven... eight... on he went, and then he was done and released me.
I straightened up as he moved back in front of me. He looked down, then back up at me with a smile. I looked down and saw my penis standing out in front of me in full erection.
"That's why I prefer men," he said with a chuckle. "Look at you. There's no way you can claim you didn't enjoy that!"
"No sir," I said, "There's no way I can claim I didn't." I was very happy with the rosy afterglow in my backside.
"You need to learn that submitting involves following the directions you are given. They may be direct orders, they may be suggestions, it doesn't matter. To submit to me means you want to please me, and you won't please me by not taking notice of what I say. This time it was just a suggestion and you've made up for it now, but do it again, and you will receive a harder longer version of what you have just had. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir" I replied, dutifully chastened by this sudden lesson.
"You're still a good boy though" he said with a smile. "Now, it's time to restrain you a little, nothing you can't escape from if you feel the need, but it will enhance your feelings of submission and prepare you. Are you ok for me to proceed?"
"Yes, sir" I replied dutifully again.
"Good boy. Wait here and do not move."
He moved away. I heard a drawer open, heard him take some things out then he returned and put them on the chair beside me. He was holding a small bag of black material about eight inches long but slender. It was elasticated at the top, which he stretched out then fitted the bag over my cock and balls so it enclosed them, the elastic fitting tight around their root. The bag had a small metal ring at the end. It was a snug fit and held my balls securely against the underside of my penis. He then picked up a wide leather belt which he fastened quite tightly around my waist. The belt had metal loops attached where the belt loops would normally be.
"What I am doing now is part of the ritual" he said as he worked. "It is necessary for me to take physical control of parts of your body to represent your submission. Your cock, your balls, your anus, your mouth and your hands, I am taking physical control over them to demonstrate that your body is no longer yours to touch until I release you. As the submissive you are giving control of your body to me for the duration of this session. So you need to be properly dressed for the occasion first and then left to ponder for a few minutes to allow the submission to properly wash over you. Believe me, wearing these things will make that feeling of submission properly real. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir"
"Give me your hands" He took a pair of leather mittens and held them out to me.
"Put these on."
I took them and slipped them on. They were made of supple leather but quite thickly padded over the palm and insides of the fingers. They came up over my wrists, almost halfway to being gauntlets. Each had a metal ring on the inside of the wrist, one had a short chain clipped on the ring.
"These are training gloves." He said. "It's much too early in our friendship for you to be rendered defenseless so these are a voluntary form of substitute. They will give you the sensation of your wrists being firmly held but you can slip them off any time you choose. But I hope you won't, of course!" He smiled. "Give me your hands, I'll show you."
I held my hands out and he clipped the short chain on the one glove to the ring on the other, so my hands were now tethered.
"See, they hold your hands together well, but any time you want you can just hold the end of one with the other hand and pull your hand out. Show me."
I did as he said and my hand slid out easily. He unclipped them again, put the glove back on my hand then turned me around, drew my arms back and cilpped them together again behind my back. As he did so he spoke again: "Submissives often find that having their hands fastened behind their back will intensify the feeling of handing over control and add to their excitement. It leaves the entire front of the body open, freely available to their dominant while in their turn they anticipate his touch"
As he spoke he turned me back to face him and trailed his fingers up and down the front of my body. My body shivered visibly under his touch, the feeling of my restrained wrists making his touch all the more intense..
He now held up a slender butt plug in front of me along with some cord and a tube of lubricant.
"Have you ever experienced one of these?"
"No, sir" I replied with some trepidation.
"Don't be alarmed, It's very small, it will slip in easily. If you do feel any pain just let me know." He squeezed some lubricant onto the plug and spread it around as he spoke.
"Bend forward now, hands on your knees."
I complied as he moved behind me. He put some lubricant on one finger then put it to my anus. It slipped inside, not far, just enough to lubricate the entrance. Then I felt the tip of the plug against my sphincter, a slight pressure, then it began to move inside me. He went gently, in small in and out movements, but entering a little more each time. I felt my sphincter stretching and along with the stretching a deep wave of submission flowed over me as I moved ever further and further into willing acceptance of his actions, indeed with a growing desire for more.
Finally the plug passed through my sphincter and lodged deep inside of me.
He passed the cord through the ring at the rear of the belt, then put the ends through the loop on the base of the plug and brought them forward between my legs as he moved back back round me bringing them with him.
"Stand up, hands back on your head"
I obeyed and as I straightened up I could feel the length of the plug move inside me, occupying me.
He brought the ends of the cord up to my front, one end going each side of my enclosed genitals. He then tied them off to the ring on each side of the buckle. The cords were pulled quite tight, the feeling of pressure against my entrance only adding to my excitement. He then clipped a small chain to the ring on the bag enclosing my cock and balls, passed it between my legs and clipped the other end to the belt in the small of my back. My erection had softened slightly during his invasion of my arse so my penis was drawn easily down and back under my balls.
He picked up the last item which was another plug, shorter and fatter than the first one, with the plug a couple of inches long and shaped like the head of a penis.
"Mouth open" I complied and he slid it in. "Keep your lips tight around it. If you let it fall out I will be displeased with you"
With my jaw parted to accommodate it, I sealed my lips around it. It had a slim curved base that fitted in front of my teeth so that my lips went over it and held it in place. The plug sat on top of my tongue and held it down.
He stepped back and looked me up and down.
"Good boy. These attachments serve as a reminder for you that your mouth, your genitals and your anus are no longer your property. They are no longer yours, they belong to me for the duration, and you are no longer allowed any contact with them. Now close your eyes for a while"
I obeyed, and in the self imposed darkness sensed him move closer. Then his hands were on me again, stroking and moving all around me. All my nervousness had faded away, I felt suspended in a state of aroused bliss. My focus had moved away from my cock during all this with the new sensations from the way he had dressed me, but as his hand brushed across the bag between my legs the feeling returned there and I felt my cock thicken again in it's confines. He jiggled my genitals around with a hand under the bag. My mind had shut down, I was only aware of the sensations in my body, sensations so long desired, but thus far never experienced. I was in a state of bliss.
After a while the stroking and exploration ceased.
"Turn round please"
I turned.
"On your knees, please"
I knelt obediently, my eyes still closed.
"Your knees further apart is best, as far as they will go. Your genitals should always be accessible to me." he said. I moved to obey, stretching them far apart.
"Back straight, shoulders back" he commanded, then surveyed me as I complied.
"That's right, good boy. Now you look like a proper submissive waiting to serve his master. Your mouth and arse plugged, your penis restrained and hands held behind your back. Back straight, shoulders back, stomach in." I obeyed. "Perfect. Now open your eyes, lower your head and look down at the floor while you exhibit yourself for me. Do not move a muscle. Become as a statue for me to admire."
It was the first time he'd used the magic Master word. Hearing it come from his lips gave me yet another push deeper into the pool of obedience that seemed to suit me so well as I dutifully lowered my head.
Then he left me there. For how long I'm not sure, I was hardly aware of time any more, my whole body was buzzing electrically, I felt intensely alive. I heard him moving about. I just waited there in the moment watching the floor. He was right about the hands, having them held behind my back certainly made me feel more exposed, and that exposure added to the excitement. Excitement is not really the right word though, it was more that the desire was building inexorably in me in a way it had never done before, like being on a slow motion rollercoaster where the excitement of it's plunges were his touches that raised the desire and the long climb to the next crest was the desire sinking in until the next drop/touch raised it yet further. Would I eventually explode from being pumped up and up like this? Frankly I was so turned on that I didn't really care.
My thighs developed a slight trembling from my splayed knees and I felt totally exposed and totally alive. I started a little as he spoke and jerked me back into the room.
"I have looked forward to having you naked ever since we met. Now I'm delighted to have the pleasure of seeing you kneeling naked in front of me for the first time. The first of many times I hope. It's a very pleasing sight. And very erotic. The first time is always a moment to savour, I hope you are savouring it too"
His words sunk in, and I did relish the moment. I felt entirely in the right place.
At last I sensed him move close behind me and his hand ruffled my hair and patted me on the head.
"Good boy, you're doing very well. Are you ready for the next step? Just nod your head if you are"
So I nodded.
"That's a good boy" he said again. I liked that he told me I'm a good boy. It made feel like he was the teacher and I the pupil, it enforced his authority over me and made me want to obey him more."
Then he moved to stand in front of me, I could only see his shoes on the carpet.
"Look up now boy"
I raised my eyes and saw his penis for the first time, saw any man's penis for the first time in that way. He was wearing loose fitting pants and had pulled his cock and balls out into the open through the fly. I couldn't tear my eyes away.
His cock was tumescent but not hard though it stood out a bit from his pants. It was a good length and slender with a prominent head. His balls were a good size and hung down well behind his cock pushing it out slightly.
He moved in toward me, his cock level with my face and I watched it grow larger as he approached. He stopped when it was about an inch from my nose. It filled my vision, blocked out everything else, as if it was the only thing in the world.
"Kiss the tip through the gag." I moved closer, my nose brushed against it as I touched the tip and kissed it as best as I could, barely able to touch it with my lips, parted as they were around the front of the gag. But I could smell it, could smell him. It frustrated me.
Then I felt him take my head, one hand over each ear and begin to move my head around rubbing my nose against the shaft forcing me to inhale more of his smell. It was a deep and manly smell that was totally new to me yet somehow familiar. It caused a response deep within me. He rubbed his cock against my nose, holding me into him. Then he took me by the hair with one hand and tilted and pulled me around so his penis rubbed all over my my face while his free hand stroked the sides of my face. He held my head tight into his thigh with my nose buried against his cock and balls so the musky smell filled my nostrils.
I heard his voice up above me, "Smell my scent boy" as he moved my nose up and down, burying it in his ball sac. "You'll soon be tasting it"
His grip was strong and firm, a man's hold, powerful, having no trouble putting my head where and how he wanted it for the best access. I found this positivity of grip turned me on even more, perhaps because along with everything else it demonstrated his power over me. I began to truly accept that it was this exertion of his power that lay behind my arousal. This was real, not one of my fantasies. Being this turned on by all his actions left no doubt in me as to my submissive nature. But then the roughness of his trousers on my cheeks brought this reverie to an end as he pulled me this way and that again while squashing my face into him as his penis rubbed itself over every inch of my face. It became quite a long and leisured process as I absorbed the sensations and become familiar with the position. It began to normalise, and I began to feel this was a fine place to be.
My penis fear had abated. I'd worried that his cock would be big and thick, that I wouldn't be able to fit it into my mouth but in the event it didn't seem threatening at all. Indeed, I began to resent the gag keeping it away from my mouth. I'd smelt it, now I wanted to to taste.
As suddenly as he had taken hold of my head he released my head and stepped back, out of reach now. His penis but a foot away, a little thicker and firmer I noted with a shiver of pride. Then he tucked himself back into his trousers and suddenly it was gone. I felt strangely bereft, like the prize was being taken away.
Then he spoke.
"Look up at me"
I raised my eyes to look back at him, beseechingly I imagine.
"Taking another man's cock in your mouth while on your knees before him is an important step for you. It is to admit openly that he is your sexual superior and that you wish to demonstrate your subservience to him. You will be obedient to him not simply because you want to, but because you have to. It is simply in your nature to do so, there is no choice."
"To be blunt, I believe you will find it all perfectly natural. You certainly seem to have just the right sexual temperament. If I'm correct, and I am certain that I am, then taking my cock in your mouth will change you for ever. Cock is what you will want and in your mouth is where you will want it. You will love the way it fills you, you will love the warmth and the feel of it. And you will come to want what it produces even more."
"Think on that. In a while I will ask you if you have anything to say to me. If you want to continue, in return you are to say "Please sir, may I have your cock in my mouth". It will be a nice humiliating gesture for you to contemplate for a few minutes and then to perform to please me when I return. To acknowledge your submission. Take note of how that makes you feel."
"For the moment lower your eyes again and remain as you are until I come back. I won't be long, I just need to get more comfortable."
With that he turned and left the room leaving me kneeling naked in the middle of the floor, every orifice plugged.
He was perfectly right in saying that the restraints would have a profound affect on me. Looking down my penis was gone, held back between my legs inside the bag he had placed it in. The tight belt around my waist constricted me a bit making me feel held, and I was all too aware of the butt plug in my ass. Any little movement of my groin gave me a reminder of it's presence inside me. It held my sphincter slightly open as if I was about to pass a motion, and squeezing the sphincter made it move again inside me. And the gag penetrating my mouth was a constant reminder that it was soon to be replaced with the genuine article. And above all, having my wrists fastened behind my back made the sense of vulnerability swell and wash over me as it consumed me. Despite all the sensual stimulation I still felt calm, relaxed and accepting, happy to be where I was. I could feel my penis swollen inside it's captivity, trying to come erect and stand out in front of me, but unable to.
Towering over all this was the stomach churning knowledge that very soon I was going to have to ask for his cock. I was actually going to have to speak my long hidden desire out loud for him to hear. The thought humiliated and excited me in equal measure. I knew I would ask for it, for I was on such a rollercoaster of desire and sensation it was no longer possible to contain it.
When he returned he came in front of me carrying a barstool which he placed just in front of me. He was barefoot and barelegged. Was he now naked? My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed nervously.
"Sit back on your heels and look up at me."
I dropped back and down at his bidding, and raised my eyes as he sat himself on the edge of the stool. He wore a short white bathrobe tied at the waist. His legs were spread, his heels propped on the bars between the legs on each side. The robe hung down at the front hiding his manhood. His groin was very close, his knees on either side of my head.
He held a hand in front of me, palm up.
"Give me the gag now". I pushed it out with my tongue so it fell into his hand.
"Good boy" he said, dropping it into his pocket. "Now, have you anything you want to say to me?"
The words came without a thought, there was no hesitation at all.
"Please sir, may I have your cock in my mouth?"
"Good boy," he said, "Of course you can. In the future I will often guide your head with my hands while you are sucking me, but as it's your first time I will leave you free to take your time and explore it at your leisure, So go at your own pace and just do whatever feels right to you."
He pulled the waist cord undone as he spoke, his robe fell away on each side and there it was right in front of me once again. His cock was swollen but not stiff, it stood out slightly from his body with the tip drooping down. He had thick pubic hair with a little corridor of hair up over his stomach to meet his hairy chest. The swell of his belly was strangely erotic to me, it made him look more powerful from my kneeling position. His cock twitched slightly as I watched. He took it in one hand and lifted it so the head was pointing to my mouth.
"Kiss the tip first" he said.
I leant forward the inch or so and kissed the head on his piss slit. Once, twice, three times maybe, but then my mouth opened instinctively and made a circle around it, sucking gently at the tip as my tongue touched it's velvety softness for the first time.
"Lick around the head now."
Obediently my tongue came out and began to explore the surface, sliding it's way across and around the head before lapping underneath it at that most sensitive spot. He began to move his cock around in front of me so I could lick every inch all round the head.
His hand holding his cock had opened now so the cock was just resting on it. As I carried on licking at it he removed his hand causing the penis to droop down, but only a bit. I could easily see that it was more aroused now, fuller, and standing out more from him.
"Such a good boy" he said softly. "Now take it in your mouth and pleasure your Master."
Aah, once more that word sent a great shiver of excitement through me. For me Master has to be one of the sexiest words in the language.
So I dropped my head two or three inches to it's head, put my tongue under to lift it and raise it up to my mouth. My lips closed on the tip giving it a big sucky kiss before letting it fall away. I repeated this a few times as I heard him moan quietly as it continued to stiffen. Then, inevitably it seemed, my mouth began to open as I began to suck at the tip and instead of letting it drop I began an in and out motion sucking and releasing. As my mouth opened more of his helmet entered me as my tongue tickled at the underside.
More and more open, more and more drawn in until suddenly my lips slipped over the ridge and the whole head was in my mouth. I felt like a baby with a teat or a kid with a lollipop, everything was in the right place.
I immediately became aware of the weight and the warmth of the penis as it rested in my mouth. In all my fantasies about this possible moment I had never considered this weight and warmth, my only thought had been about what the size would feel like, would it stretch me too much, be uncomfortable? Now that the head was nestled in my mouth in what seemed a perfect fit, I relished it's heaviness on my tongue and the warmth that radiated from it within my mouth. Instinctively my tongue began to lick and probe around the edges of the head, pushing and squeezing at it. The head was soft and malleable, yielding under the pressure of my tongue, he was still only half hard. I could move my head away and pull at it while sucking on it until it popped out only to be licked and then drawn back in again. But as I did so, I felt both the heat and the weight increase as it began to harden and raise itself and swell further, beginning to come to full erection.
I began to need it to penetrate further. Each time it came back in, my lips began to slide further up the shaft as it began to fill my mouth. I loved the warmth ot of it. I began to hold it in for longer periods relishing the feel of it. It was like there was some kind of magnetic attraction between the tip of his penis and the back of my mouth, I wanted it to go further each time.
So I began to work my head up and down the shaft, letting it come out until my lips were tucked around the head with my tongue lapping all around the head, then drawing it back in with a long slow sucking motion until it came to the back of my mouth, filling it, as his pubes came nearer and nearer to my nose and the head tickled the entrance to my throat.
I could hear a soft groan from above each time, and knew I was pleasing him
The need to impale myself on it grew ever stronger, I took it deeper yet until I was almost gagging and holding it there, then a little bit more until my throat began to convulse at the intrusion, trying to hold it there as I explored this new sensation, drawn in by the need to be penetrated. Then to draw back along it's length and off it to breathe, then suckling the head again for a while before being inevitably drawn back down his shaft, pushing ever further each time. And again. And again. And feeling his penis change from it's pliable early self into the hot and iron hard piston that now filled my mouth, which he could have easily plunged ruthlessly down my throat to it's full length any time he desired. But still I wanted more.
Then all of a sudden he gave a growl as he came to his feet pushing me back and upright, pulling my head back off his penis by my hair. The swollen head was barely an inch from my nose glistening with my saliva as his other hand gripped the shaft and began to pump it.
"The time has come, my boy" he said.
I watched in fascination and there was a strange but beguiling feeling in my belly as a voice chanted "This is real. This is real" in my head.
He tilted my head back.
"Look at me in the eyes and close your mouth!" Now his voice was harsh and urgent. This was an order, not a request. The first order he had given me. This time I was being commanded to submit not requested. This was going happen whether I wanted it or not. His eyes bored into me, seeming to be looking deep in, all the way to where my submissive nature kept itself hidden away deep in my belly. He knew where it was and how to bring it out, there was no defence here. A great wave of acceptance flooded over me.
Then he came. I watched the first spurt pass my eyes over to land on my forehead, I remember most the warmth of it where it landed. Then two or three more, he was moving his penis so each spurt landed on a different part of my face, like he was covering it. My cheeks, my mouth, my nose. He gave a great sigh, and stood towering over me as he drew out the last few drops, each on a new spot so my face had his seed spread all over it.
"That's a good boy" he said in a soft voice, and winked at me and smiled.
He picked up a blob of his sperm from my cheek with two fingers.
"Open your mouth and put your tongue out"
I obeyed without thought and he wiped his fingers onto my tongue.
"That's just a little taste for you. Close your mouth now and taste it."
I remained transfixed under his gaze and could not look away. My tongue took itself back in and rubbed the sperm around in my mouth. Only a small amount so I didn't taste a lot to be honest, but it was yet another symbolic act that tugged at the submission in my belly.
"Good boy. Now close your eyes"
He then rubbed his hands all over my face spreading his sperm over every inch and continuing to rub until the slick liquid spreading of the sperm changed to rubbing and pulling at my skin as it dried all over my face.
When he stopped I opened my eyes again.
"There, your master has anointed you for the first time"
His words again reached into my submissive nature and were deeply satisfying to hear, I was pleased to have found favour in his eyes.
"Thank you sir." Another automatic response with no thought. I instinctively knew my place in this new world.
He dropped himself back down on the stool.
"Now take my cockhead back in your mouth and suckle on it. Wash it with your tongue"
So we stayed still for a while as I knelt before him gently suckling and lapping at the head of his cock in my mouth loving the feeling of it, cleaning it gently with my tongue. I felt a great sense of stillness and satisfaction kneeling there, it was as if I was in my right place and all was right with the world. I had almost forgotten my own arousal. Five minutes or more passed in this state of euphoria before he withdrew his cock and smiled down at me again.
"You look very at home down there, it's a very pleasing sight. It seems you have found your proper role in sex, to be naked and on your knees before a dominant man, wanting to please him. Does it seem so to you?"
"Yes, sir" I said. "It just feels right to be here." And it was true. Kneeling there I realised I had not a care in the world, I felt a great peace in my mind and totally alive in my body. I felt at home.
"I'm very pleased to hear it, I had hoped it would be so. But get up now, it's time for your reward"
He supported me by the arm as I got to my feet, my hands still fastened behind my back.. I was a little unsteady after kneeling for so long.
He went and sat on the settee. He leant back into the corner with his legs widely spread, one leg up on the seat and the other down on the floor. His bathrobe was fully open, his splendid cock and balls resting fully exposed between his legs.
He patted the seat between his legs. "Come and sit here"
I crossed the room and sat down on the settee, my back toward him.
He put his arms around to my front and pulled me back to lean against him. The movement made me aware of the buttplug still buried in my arse as it moved inside me. He had me put one leg up on the seat so it rested against his, the other alongside his leg down to the floor so I matched his position. My legs were spread wide and the whole front of my body was exposed and available to his hands which began to to explore with the firm manly touch that so excited me. All over my chest and stomach his hands roamed at will, tweaking my nipples a bit, squeezing me here and there, then rubbing my stomach to move down to caress my inner thighs, up into my crotch, the backs of his hands on either side of my genitals rubbing lightly against my ball sac still confined in the bag. My cock began to stiffen anew.
He continued to rub, stroke and explore my front as my cock began to stand as best it could in it's confines. Then he reached down and removed the bag and my liberated cock sprung up in full erection. His left hand reached down and closed around my testicles lifting them and pulling them gently out and away from me. The right hand closed around the top of my shaft and he rubbed his thumb over the head causing my penis to stiffen yet further into full erection. A groan was drawn from lips as he rubbed all around the head, it was slick with my precum and his thumb slid seductively around it. I groaned again as he dropped his hand hand down to grasp the shaft firmly and began to pump it.
"Come for me now boy" His breath was hot on my ear.
It was almost instantaneous. The firm grip made the feeling irresistible, again unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It seemed to only take a few strokes before I cried out as the wave of pleasure swept over me and I came explosively, shooting bursts of sperm out on to my stomach and chest. He pumped again, more gently now, drawing out every drop as I rolled my head and sighed and babbled in ecstasy.
There was a silence and stillness for quite some time as I lay there resting back against his body. His hands moved over my front, spreading my sperm around and rubbing it into me just as he had done with his sperm on my face, though in a more gentle unhurried way as part of a winding down of the intensity. His movements slowed until he lay quiet under me, his hands resting on my belly. I felt as if I was floating, and could easily have drifted off into a satisfying sleep.
But then he stirred. He sat me upright, pulled off the gloves, unfastened the belt around my waist and loosened the cords that ran through the buttplug. He told me to stand up, part my legs and bend forward and then pulled the plug out of me, leaving a feeling of emptiness in my bowel.
I stood there not knowing quite what to do. There was still the aftermath of the explosion in my groin, the heat of which radiated out through my entire body all the way to my finger tips and toes. I felt utterly satisfied in a way I had never felt before, and continued to stand there as if frozen in a trance.
I became aware that he had stood up beside me. He put his arm around my waist, turned me toward him so we were facing and held me into him. He drew my head back, lifting my face to him. Then his lips came down on mine, his tongue parting my lips and invading my mouth as it obediently opened to let it in to meet mine inside. He still held me by the hair as his tongue went to work. It explored my mouth, licked at my lips pushing them apart so he could nibble and bite at them, then swoop deeply back into mouth like a small penis wanting to fuck me. It was a kiss that went on for a long time and was with a passion and ferocity that I'd never experienced before. I could feel his cock rubbing insistently against mine and my arms moved of their own accord around him as his grip tightened and he lifted me, almost off the ground as his hands grasped and squeezed my buttocks.
Eventually he released me and stepped back. Once again he smiled.
"Well, that was quite something wasn't it." He turned and picked up a bathrobe from a chair, handed it to me. "Here, put this on, we'll stop now. I'll go make us a coffee and let you reflect for a while."
He turned and left the room. I stood transfixed, trying to gather my thoughts.
AFTER THE EVENT:
I stood where I was for a while, but it was hard to put any thoughts together. I couldn't focus my mind, it just seemed to have gone to sleep. My body was demanding all my attention. It was glowing from within, there were vibrations rippling all through it all emanating from my groin. It felt like I'd just had a good physical workout with this inner excitement thrown in for good measure. And there was no tension, despite all this going on, I felt completely relaxed.
When I came out of this reverie I put on the robe. It had no belt or tie to close it, so it hung open exposing my front. I guessed it's presence was for symbolic purpose rather than for modesty, a signal that he wasn't in charge any more. I liked that it hung open as I felt no need to cover myself up, bodily or mentally. He had not yet returned, so I followed him to the kitchen. He hadn't told me to stay there, and besides I found I already wanted to see him again. I walked into the hall, there was a lit room at the end and I could hear the sounds of crockery.
He was making the coffee, pouring steaming water into the percolator. He was still in his robe which was now fastened with the cord at the waist which my robe lacked. I understood that although we were not playing out our roles he still liked to retain some dominance, him covered and me revealed. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Hello there, come on in. Take a seat"
So I sat down, and he went back to making the coffee, pushing down the plunger on the percolator. I very soon felt perfectly natural being half naked next to him. After all he'd already seen all of me. I did have a sudden thought of how strange it should be for me to find myself in this situation but it didn't last. I glanced around and saw that the clock on the cooker read after eleven pm. Three hours had passed. I was amazed, I'd certainly never had a sexual experience last that long and yet it had passed so quickly.
"Golly, it's after eleven!" I burst out involuntarily.
He chuckled. "Yep, time flies when you are having fun! Milk?"
"Yes please"
"So tell me, did you enjoy all that time that went so fast? He smiled as he poured the cup and passed it to me.
I didn't hesitate "Yes, it was brilliant. I've never enjoyed sex so much in all my life, never felt so free during it. I can't thank you enough"
And then we talked. The dominant/submissive side was gone, within a few minutes it became just a conversation as friends. He led the conversation of course, I couldn't because the only question my mind could come up with was 'Please can we do it again now!'.
He knew it was my first experience of submitting so he asked if I had I watched porn, read stories and such involving domination? I had, but rarely had I enjoyed any such gay porn that much. There seemed too much disrespect from dom to sub in all male films/stories for my liking, a lot of force used, the sub usually had a limp or small willy, there was a general lack of any eroticism. All my favourite ones ended up being woman on woman, where eroticism is much more the norm.
He outlined his position, which seemed to suit mine very well. He said that if we had future meetings the same long slow approach to eventual orgasm would always be his preference. He liked to build it up slowly over a good few hours. He liked to show appreciation of his submissive, had a love of eroticism, and enjoyed ritual, such as how he'd dressed me earlier, making me kneel for his inspection, that sort of thing. He had no interest in sadism, flogging and such, and not much in arse play. He didn't use the word punishment, as punishment generally involved pain, he preferred to call it correction. Where punishment might be flogging for example, correction could be being made to stand in the corner and feel small for a period. Seeing the error of one's ways, and all that.
He also told me that if we continued to meet our relationship would evolve in some ways as in general he might look to broaden his mastery over me as time went on, even to exert some control over my sex life generally But then added that from what he had seen of me he thought I would welcome that and benefit from it.
Then he complimented me on my body and especially genitals which caused me to blush and feel a bit self conscious.
"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "I mean it. You have a good size and willing cock and you have well hanging balls as well which is a bonus for me. I hope to become much better acquainted with them. Along with the rest of your body as well of course" he said with a smile.
I felt my cock beginning to take interest in such praise, no-one had ever complimented my body before let alone my genitals so it was music to my ears. He noticed my cock beginning to stir. He smiled again.
"Down boy. No more tonight'
Then he added "So, now you know more about me, would you like to submit yourself to me again?"
"Oh yes of course I would."
"Very good, I will have a little task for you when you leave that will give you a chance to demonstrate that willingness to surrender"
Abruptly he changed the subject and began to delve again into my experiences. I let it all out, told him that though I'd never fantasised about having vanilla sex with a man I had fantasised about submitting to one from a young age. Only occasionally from my teens to my thirties, but in recent years the fantasy had become my main sexual release. Physically it was women I was attracted to, not men. It was the dominance that I was attracted to. Sitting there nearly naked I felt no need to hide anything or embarrassment, so he ended up learning pretty much all the secrets of my secret sex life. All the keys to unlock my padlock.
After much talk he called time saying he needed to get to bed as he had an early start.
"I'm going to be busy for a while now, but I will be free to meet again in ten days . Will you be available then?"
"Yes, yes of course I will." I had a pang of disappointment at this, ten days did seem an awfully long time.
"That's good. I'm sorry it can't be sooner, but it will give you plenty of time to reflect on what is happening and digest it all. Be here at eight pm sharp on the 25th then. Don't be late" An order. My submissive awoke "Yes, sir"
I got off my stool. "I'll go and get dressed"
He put out a hand as I rose.
"Before you go, remember there was a small task I mentioned. Are you willing?"
"I'll certainly have a try"
"Excellent, good boy" he said, then added in a sharper tone "Enough of this friendly chat then. Take off your robe now." I dropped it to the floor.
"Do not forget what I told you earlier. Whenever you are naked you will call me Sir. Naked, you are my submissive, not my guest. Do you understand?"
My spine tingled. I was in there again. "Yes sir" I said.
"Follow me," and he set off back to the other room. When we got in there he put his hand up. I stopped in the middle of the room.
"Take position, legs apart, hands behind your head." I obeyed.
He crossed the room then returned with a small elasticated loop about an inch wide. He went on one knee and stretched it, putting my balls through so it clasped my scrotum and held my balls down a bit. He cradled my balls in one hand and looked up at me.
"I want you to wear this until I see you again. It is there to remind you of tonight, and that you wear it because it pleases me. Imagine that it's my hand keeping hold of your testicles from afar every moment until we next meet."
He stood up and faced me again. "You should also not wear underpants from now on. I want your genitals free to swing between your legs as you move, not tucked away inside your pants. Do you understand and accept this?"
My throat had gone a bit tight at the prospect, but I gave in.
"Yes sir, I understand."
"Secondly, you are to leave my seed on your face overnight. Do not wash it off for at least twenty four hours. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir, I understand"
"And thirdly, as before, keep masturbation to a minimum in the meantime. We can't have you spraying your seed around all over the place while we are apart. When you visit me again I want you to be horny and full of spunk, not drained and satisfied. So no masturbation at all for at least three days before we meet again. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir, I understand."
"Good boy." He smiled. "Now get dressed. Remember, no pants.. Put your current ones in your pocket."
Then he turned and left the room. I gathered my clothes and dressed,. It felt a little strange to have clothes on again, it seemed forever since I'd worn any..
When I left the room he was standing by the front door.
"Come over here" he said, "Kneel in front of me, hands behind your back"
As I knelt he unfastened his robe, it swung open revealing his cock.
"This will be your true master" he said. "Kiss it and suckle on the head for a bit to say thank you to it"
So I kissed the tip, licked it, then took it into my mouth again, my lips closing round the head once again to suck on it and lick the underside. It was more familiar to me now, and it was a joy to squeeze it and tug at it under the suction. I could feel it begin to swell and rise. But all too soon he stepped back and shut his robe again.
"Up" he said. I rose facing him. "Our relationship will become a little more formal and structured now that you have begun to act as my submissive. Do remember that to submit means to follow all my directions as best as you can in order to please me and to be completely honest with me. If you fail, well then I reserve the right to reprimand you in some way or other. You have had a taste of that tonight. Mind you, if you ever fancy a bit more spanking you can always ask me!" he said with a grin. "In the meantime, try not to get too frustrated. Deep breathing and cold baths, that kind of thing."
Then he took my head between his hands, pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. His tongue came into my mouth as my own tongue rose and licked back against it. This went on for a good many seconds, it began to arouse me again, but then he pulled my head back from his lips.
"Night night" he said as he opened the door. "Sweet dreams." and gave me a big smile.
"Goodnight sir. Thank you, sir."
And with that I was back out in the night air. Was I a changed man forever? Very possibly.
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