Fit Businessman Taps Into His Dominant Side On The Road
If you like the story or have any feedback I'd love to hear it. Email me at author2944@yahoo.com If there's enough interest, I may write about my second session with this particular servant, or about other servants.
As a fit, attractive, and well educated 31-year-old with a high paying job for a major corporate communications and public relations firm, I have no trouble scoring with men or women. I have a great sex life, but it's pretty conventional to be quite honest. What's probably of more interest to you is the fact that there's an entirely different side of my sexuality, and I have begun to explore it over the last year during my frequent work trips up and down the East Coast. These trips have provided the perfect opportunity to tap into and explore a dominant, commanding, aggressive part of my sexuality, that I otherwise don't think I'd get to explore in my "normal" relationships, as I've had the opportunity to connect with a number of eager, submissive, and obedient servants who have eagerly served and worshipped me from head to toe making my enjoyment, relaxation, and ejaculation, their number one priority.
My job is high pressure. I enjoy what I do to be sure, but it can be really stressful at times and I think that tapping into this dominant side of my sexual nature helps me unwind and relax after the kinds of high stakes meetings and presentations that happen when I am on the road for work. My firm sends me up and down the East Coast, and In every single one of the large cities that I have been to, I've been able to find a submissive servant who is eager and excited to wait on me however I direct him to, and willing to cater to my every wish.
For me, these meetings are actually not about sex at all. Most of my servants are not particularly attractive men; most of these guys tend to be older, sometimes a little overweight, and maybe balding. What gets me off so hard is their intense desire to serve me and treat me like a King, a God, a Master, at the complete center of their universe. It's an incredible turn on for me that gets me rock hard without fail, regardless of what the servant might look like. He always remains clothed anyways, I am not particularly interested in his body. The more obedient and submissive he is, the harder I get. Don't get me wrong, I definitely need to cum during these sessions, and I always do, many times twice or even three times. Getting off is a big piece of why I do this, but it's the process of personal attention, service, and worship that leads up to my shooting a load that really excites me.
Usually I find these guys by placing an online classified ad on the site doublelist. Sometimes I don't even need to post an ad, I search for terms like "Serve" and "worship" and a few guys will pop up offering the kind of service and attention I crave. We usually exchange a couple of emails, and I am pretty good at reading between the lines and figuring out if they are the kind of servant I want. I always get replies from guys who are looking to just score a nut. I weed them out. I am looking for men who also get off from the process of serving me, and are not just about a quick nut but rather a sustained period of making my pleasure their number one, top priority, in the world. Some of these guys want to get fucked, I haven't done that yet, because again, for me it's not really about the sex piece. They shouldn't be making any demands or sharing their wishes anyway, they need to only think about what I want from them. Those are the guys I reply to. Almost always, immediately after I send one of them a picture of my fit body: 5'11, athletic build, 160lbs of lean muscle, a 32 waist, I have them in the palm of my hands, ready to do whatever I command.
On my last trip, which was to Boston, I didn't even need to place an ad online. After arriving to my five-star, Back Bay hotel I did a quick scroll through doublelist and found an ad from a gentleman offering to serve and relax a dominant man with a long full body massage followed by a release. He was in his late 50s and a little overweight. But again, it was his desire to serve that got me interested, certainly not his body. After a few emails back and forth we agreed that the following evening he would come to my hotel room where he would perform a relaxing full body massage which would include my release whenever and however I was ready to do that. I told him to be on the lookout for an email from me between 5 and 6PM with more detailed instructions.
My meetings that day were particularly intense but wound up being incredibly successful; they even ended a little early, just before 5PM and I was scheduled to rejoin my colleagues for a 7:30PM dinner so I didn't have too long to meet this servant. I was ready to relax though, and I definitely need to bust a nut, so I sent him an email as I told him I would. In it, I gave him my room number, and told him to arrive at my room promptly at 6PM. As this was one of those large, expensive, corporate hotels, I told him he'd need to find a way to get up to the 29th floor where I was staying. The elevators only worked if you swiped a room card.
He replied by email quickly. "I will see you in room 2944 at exactly six, sir, and I will be ready to give you the best massage you've ever had and anything else you may require. It will be my pleasure to attend to your every wish and desire and to release your tensions from the day. I will hop in an elevator with another guest."
It had been a long day, and I was ready to blow off some steam. Arriving back in my room I quickly changed into my gym clothes and went to the hotel gym to run a quick four miles on the treadmill. At about 5:50 I arrived back in my room and decided I would take a shower to clean up and relax before the servant arrived. With only a few minutes, I stripped off the sweaty shorts and tshirt and threw them in the corner of the bathroom as I let the water run. I soaped up everywhere and did some stretching in the shower. I was starting to feel relaxed already, and getting more excited about the massage and the large nut that I knew I'd be shooting off in not too long.
I got out of the shower dried myself off and heard a soft knock on the door. I wrapped the towel around my naked waist and looked through the peep hole. Sure enough it was the servant. He looked like his picture, pretty plain, gray hair about 5'10, glasses, and lean. I opened the door and he entered the room.
"Thank you for having me here to serve you, sir, this session will be all about you, and focused on your relaxation, please tell me whatever you'd like me to do"
He started undoing his belt and I told him he needed to keep his clothes on- that he would remain clothed, even though I was naked. I have no interest in seeing his body.
"oh no sir, I would never dream of exposing myself in front of you, I just wanted to change into sweatpants that will allow me to be more flexible as I straddle your back for the massage, sir"
"OK, I will allow that"
As he changed his stiff khakis for sweats, I dropped my towel, standing butt naked in front of him. I imagine he had a long stare at my ass as I laid face down on the bed, a pillow under my pecs and chin. "You may begin the massage" I told him.
A moment later I felt two incredibly delicate, soft hands begin to run my shoulders. They moved to my neck, my temples, my lower back, my glutes and my legs and feet. I am a fan of having my feet rubbed and order the servant to linger on the feet and toes. He worked on my back for what must have been about 20 minutes. At some point my cock began to get stiff. But it was stuck under my belly. "Adjust my penis, servant" I ordered him.
"Yes Sir. Right away" This was the first time he made contact with my quickly growing member. He cupped it with my balls and repositioned it so it was between my legs the back of the head and shaft now facing up. After some more work on my glutes he asked me if I would like him to re-visit any parts of my back or if I was ready to flip over for my front to be massaged. I began to flip onto my back.
At this point my penis was almost entirely erect. I am sure it thrilled him. But like a good servant he continued his work dutifully, massaging my chest, abs, legs, and feet, before moving to begin rubbing my shaft and my balls.
"You may retract my foreskin and rub my penis" I said. The servant did so slowly and ever so gently to reveal the purple red head of my now throbbing rock hard cock. "Stroke it" I commanded
"Yes sir" he said quietly and began to work the seven inch engorged shaft, lightly caressing the whole of the member and moving his right hand up and down rhythmically.
He continued doing this for another couple of minutes and then asked if he could use his left hand to play with my balls. Because he again asked properly and referred to me as sir, I decided to allowed it. It also felt great. I was getting closer to shooting the big load that I'd been too busy to release for the last three days. As this was our first meeting and I already had the feeling that this servant obedience would earn him the chance to serve me again, I didn't think I'd give him the reward he wanted right away at this first meeting. I also knew I had to keep an eye on the time. I had to be downstairs soon. So instead of his masturbating me to the point of ejaculation I ordered him to let go of my cock; I grabbed it and with a few short, vigorous strokes I was shooting cum all over my chest. Three thick, long spurts. I let out a long groan, took a deep breath and felt stress and tension leave my body as the servant looked on.
"Clean me up" I demanded.
Without a word the servant walked to the bathroom. I heard the sink turn on. Shortly he emerged with a damp hand towel, warm but not too hot. As I lay on the bed he picked up my still pulsing and enlarged cock and wiped the remaining cum from around its head and proceeded to wipe up the cum that was all over my chest and just starting to run off the side of my stomach. He caught it before it hit the bed sheets.
"It would be the greatest honor if I could serve you again sir. Please let me know next time you are here" he said as he finished cleaning my cock and stomach.
"We'll see about that" I said. "You performed well today, now hurry up and get out of here. I am done with you."
The servant picked up his folded pants from the desk chair and put them on. "Thank you again, sir." He walked toward the door and left me, now sitting up on the bed. I had just a few moments before I was expected in the hotel restaurant to meet colleagues but I already decided that the next time I was in town, which would be in only a few weeks, that this particular servant had earned himself the opportunity to serve me again and that I would allow him to do even more....
If you like the story or have any feedback I'd love to hear it. Email me at author2944@yahoo.com If there's enough interest, I may write about my second session with this particular servant, or about other servants.