His Submissive Lover, Part Two
I awoke the next morning alone in his bed. It was mid-morning; I had slept almost 9 hours. As I thought back on the evening before, I could not help but smile. I had been seduced by a handsome older man, and made his submissive lover. My dream come true!
After splashing some water on my face, I went back to the bedroom and started to pull on my underwear. Just then the door opened, and Michael walked in, wearing a long silk bathrobe. "Oh, no, you are not getting dressed. You're going to stay with me for the weekend, do you understand?" I stood dumbly for a moment, and then realized what was happening. My cock started to harden as I understood that I was to be his, for him to do what he wanted with me, for the next two days. I was alarmed but very turned on by that thought.
"Now, take a shower, and stay here." "Yes, sir," I responded. He came over to me, leaned down and kissed me on my lips. "Good," he said, "You are adapting to your role."
He then turned and left. A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell, and Michael answered the door. There was some muffled talk, which I could not understand, then footsteps, clearly not his, up the stairs. The door opened, and an attractive woman, I guessed mid-40's walked in carrying a large bag, and smiled at me. Michael stood at the door, and said, "This is Linda. She's going to groom you. Are you ready?"
Not knowing what to expect, but feeling more and more submissive as time went by, I simply nodded my agreement. "Good. I will be back in an hour or so to see the result. Thanks, Linda." He left, leaving me alone, naked, with this woman I had just met.
She came over to me, held me by the arms, and inspected me, turning me around, and then back facing her. "Well, you are not too hairy, it shouldn't take much time to clean you up." I asked what she was going to do, and she said, "I'm going to shave you, remove all of your hair, make you smoother than a baby's ass. That's what Michael especially likes, and you of course are here to please him. He explained all that, didn't he?"
Again, I was mute, and could only nod yes. "Good, let's get started. You are a pretty nice looking guy, too bad you are on the `other team', as they say," and she softly stroked my cock. I jumped, as I hardened, and she laughed. "Don't worry, lover boy, you are all Michael's, and I would not think of having you for myself -- much as I want to!" And then she laughed again, as she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of scissors and a razor. "First, we shave your legs, then you privates, and then your bum. Okay?" I did not think I had much choice, so I said softly, "Yes."
My shaving took about 45 minutes. She was very careful, and I have to admit I enjoyed her work. It felt good too be so cleaned up; I had never been so smooth before, and the cool air on my now shaved body was exciting, arousing. After she finished, she stood before me, admiring her work. "Oh, yes, Michael will appreciate what I've done here. I'm sort of jealous that he'll be the one to enjoy your body." I blushed, and she laughed again. "Don't be so shy, I've been grooming Michael's lovers for years now. I have say, though, from the way he talked about you this morning, you may be a keeper for him. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I said I didn't know, but that I wanted to please him. She stroked my cock one more, and said, "I think you will. Now, take another shower, and put on this robe," tossing a silky red bathrobe to me. "It will feel good against your shaved skin." And then she left me alone.
In the shower, I thought about what had happened to me. Here I was, taking a shower in an older man's home, someone I had just met last night, someone who had changed my life as I had known it before then. What would the future bring? I had to admit I had no idea, but I was anxious to find out.
When I emerged from the shower, I was alone, but I could hear Michael and Linda talking downstairs. Soon, they both came up to the bedroom. Michael took the sash and slowly pulled it so that my robe fell open, exposing me to the two of them. I was still very nervous, not knowing what to expect, or fully knowing and understanding my role. My hands reflexively moved to cover my cock and balls, but Michael quickly snatched my hands away. "You are not to do that unless I tell you to. You will be naked when I want you that way, and you won't dress or cover yourself unless I let you. Tell me that you know your place." I looked at Linda, and then back at Michael. "She won't help you, so don't look to her for sympathy. Now, straighten up and do as I say." Upon Michael's commands and stern warning I let my hands fall to my sides, and stood still in front of him.
Michael eyed me up and down, and said, "Great job as usual, Linda. He looks so smooth!" She smiled, thanked him, and asked if he wanted her to complete the job. Michael nodded, looking back at me, and saying "Sit in that chair, and do as Linda tells you."
I did as I was told. Linda pulled a chair and a small table close to me, and sat down. "Give me your hand." I held out my right hand to her, and she started to file my nails with a small emery board. Once done, she pulled out a bottle of polish and started to paint my nails. I looked up at Michael, a questioning look on my face. "You must be wondering what is going on," Michael said. "I'll tell you -- I like a more feminine man as my lover, and I have chosen you. So, you will take on that role, and provide me with your smooth, feminized body for my pleasure. Is that understood?" I did not know what to say, and I could just look at him, somewhat humiliated, embarrassed and confused.
"You may not fully comprehend what is going on right now, but I know in time you'll accept your new position, and even come to enjoy it," Michael said, looking down to my lap. "I can tell already that it arouses you," eyeing my growing erection. He reached down, his index finger scooping the precum leaking from my cock, and inserted his finger in my mouth. "You may swallow. Tastes good, doesn't it?"
He sat down, said "Linda, leave us alone for a few minutes, okay?" She got up and left the room. "You may masturbate -- relieve yourself," he told me, "You're here solely to please me, and I won't do anything to satisfy you, except be your master. Now, do as I say. I'll watch you."
I blushed very red, but could not help but feel quite aroused, being told what to do, performing before this dominant man. So, I started to slowly play with my cock, up and down, lightly, feeling the pleasure course through me. "Here, use this," Michael said, throwing me a small bottle of lubricant. "It will feel better that way." I put some on my hand, and felt its silky wetness caress my throbbing erection. Soon, I was at the point of cumming, but Michael told me to stop, a small smile on his face. I looked questioningly at him. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?"
"Stand up." I did as he told me, and went over to him, naked in front of my new lover. "Turn around." Again, I obeyed. He stood, holding my hips from behind me, his hands then moving along my now very smooth crack, finger circling my hole. "You feel wonderfully smooth, just as I like it. Linda is very good, isn't she?" I could only nod in agreement, wondering what came next.
I soon found out, as Michael told me to bend over and clutch the bed rail. I could feel his fingers rubbing lube on my behind, and then his cock head. It was like an electric jolt, the nerve endings of my hole firing all at once. Taking my hips, he pushed himself inside, just the tip, and held it there. I could hear his breathing quicken, and he lightly slapped my bottom a few times. "You have a nice, tight ass," he said, "You will make a fine lover." I could feel him pushing further inside me, slowly, deliberately, and heard him moan lightly. Despite the pain, it felt wonderful! His cock rubbed along my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through me, causing my cock to leak onto the bedroom rug.
Michael was fucking me hard now, moving in and out quickly, and I felt so happy to be his lover. Just then, Linda came back in, and said, "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you." Micheal told her to stay, to watch him take me, and so she lay on the bed, watching and smiling at me. I was thoroughly embarrassed by that, but knew it was not my place to complain. And it still felt wonderful to have Michael inside me, so I said nothing, just went with the moment. After a few minutes, it was clear Michael was ready to cum. I looked up and saw Linda smiling at me, as she seemed to be telling me to accept my role. I smiled back, now knowing exactly what she meant, and loving every minute of it. With a loud moan, Michael reached his orgasm, sending his cum deep inside me, several bursts, and slowed, but still worked himself back and forth a few final times.
He pulled out, and sat down again. I stood, and he reached for my ass, fingering me and rubbing his cum all over my bottom. "Come over here, Fred, and clean me." I knelt down, taking hold of his now semi-hard cock, and started licking him, swallowing his cum as it continued to slowly ooze out of his tip. "Do you like the taste?" Linda asked, laughing lightly. I nodded yes, as I continued to lick Michael's cock. "Well, it's a good thing, because I have a feeling you will be tasting lots of it." And then Michael and Linda chuckled, and Michael ran his fingers through my hair, my head buried in his lap.