Master and Slave 2
Hi guys,
I wrote the first episode of MASTER and slave a few days ago, to gage the reaction. I've had some nice feedback, so here is more. This story is loosely based on a real life situation, but I have changed enough specifics to hide the identities involved.
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As you can tell from that first episode, MASTER had me really under his thumb. But to understand how we got there, you need a little history.
We met via an online ad. I was looking for a rent boy, and he had an ad up. This was actually quite rare for him, I later discovered, but I guess I was in luck that day. Anyway, the ad said nothing about s/m. Once we had got in touch by email, and exchanged pics, he suggested we chat for a while online. We had a nice chat, and just in passing he mentioned that he had a very dominant side to him, and that I should not expect him to suck me. Well, I live to suck cock; I'd much rather suck than be sucked. So that sounded fine to me. I must admit I also felt a tingling in my balls when he mentioned being dominant. I had had a couple of kinky encounters with guys, and they were generally really hot. One guy ordered me to strip and lick his boots as soon as I entered his apartment. Once I was serving his boots, he whipped me a bit, and then put me on display on a coffee table, sitting back on my hands, with my hard cock sticking out and my back curved. Then he jerked off on me, and then he just ordered me to leave, covered with his cum. He did not bother to make me cum, and I was incredibly horny afterwards. I must have jerked off a dozen times in the next few days, thinking about how arrogant and sexy he was. I wanted to see him again, but he shortly found a boyfriend, and was no longer available.
Anyway, I really wanted to meet Brian (who became my MASTER) after our little chat, and we arranged an appointment next evening. I was to pay him for his time, but other than telling him that I was pretty submissive, nothing much else was said.
He arrived on time at my house. I could see he was well built through his clothes, and I knew I wanted him from the minute he stepped in. He picked up on it, and more or less pushed me into my own living room. Fortunately the blinds were closed.
He said, "You really a faggot slave, aren't you?". And of course I assented. He told me to strip, immediately, and get on my knees. I have a dog, and without even asking, he picked up the dog collar and leash and walked over and put them on me.
Then he gave me a little show. He told me to move back and not touch him. He slowly opened his shirt so I could see his beautiful chest. He works out a lot, and it really shows. And he is 25, the perfect age for a perfect body. Anyway, he sort of preened in front of me. Of course I was immediately hard, and he saw it. Then he slowly took off his pants. His beautiful big cock was also hard -- he likes it when a slave really worships him -- and he stood there before me, like a god.
Then he leaned over and brought his face close to mine, and he said "kiss me". I wanted him so badly, and of course I was dying to kiss him. But as I brought up my face he suddenly spit on me, and started to laugh at me.
"You're pathetic, faggot." And he was right; in just 5 minutes he had made it clear who was boss, and that, with practically no effort. I couldn't help it: The more he treated me like a lowly slave, the harder I got.
Again, the same thing, "kiss me", and again he spit on my face. So now I was not only nude and on my knees in front of him, but my face was covered with his spit. I licked it from my lips, and I found I actually liked it. I was embarrassed, but also incredibly hard.
His cock was bouncing around while he did this, and then he started to jerk off in front of me. His stomach was totally flat and muscled, and he really was beautiful to look at. I couldn't help looking at him and wanting him.
I leaned forward to suck him, and then he slapped my face, hard.
"Who said you could suck my cock, faggot?"
"I'm sorry SIR, I just thought ... "
"You will suck my cock only if and when I want, and for now it's off limits for you."
I gazed at him longingly, but answered "Yes SIR, sorry SIR."
He kept on jerking off; obviously it pleased him to put me down like that. He could practically see his power over me increasing. The more I wanted him, the less I could resist.
Finally he spasmed and came, all over my beautiful rug. Then he ordered me to get him a towel to clean himself up. I ran upstairs, still naked, and as I was coming back, towel in hand, he said, "Bring it with your mouth, faggot". So I did, I came down, immediately went back on my knees and offered him the towel. He took it, wiped his cock clean, and then calmly put his clothes back on, grabbed a book from the coffee table, and started to read.
"Lick up the mess on the floor, faggot." I hadn't expected this, but I reluctantly started to lick up his come from the rug. He put his foot on the back of my neck as I did so, and pressed down a little. My cock was bobbing around as I tasted his cum mixed with the dirt on the floor. And I cleaned it all up, as he ordered. He just kept on reading. But he had left his shirt open, knowing that it would just make me want him more.
He made sure I licked up every last drop of his cum. And then, because I felt he expected it, I said, "thank you, SIR." But he just said, "That's not good enough, faggot, thank me properly". I racked my brains and I came up with, "Thank you, MASTER, for the honor of letting me eat your cum off the floor." He smiled. I did not realise it yet, but he really understands slave psychology: He knew that making me thank him for the humiliation, especially while he was in front of me but not available, would just make me harder, and make me want him more. And he was right: Later that night, after he left, I found myself jerking off thinking about licking his cum from the floor. He was already starting to mindfuck me ...
(to be continued)