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The Peter Principle
Part Five, Boot Camp
It was late morning, before lunch, and I was fellating one of our new clients. His name was Reggie. He was a man of substance, an athletic agent with swept back hair and an expensive suit. He tasted musky and rich and his odor filled my nostrils. He was fresh from the morning shower but already loaded with the rich scent of man. I bobbed my head up and down on him, delighting in the way he responded to me, encircling his waist with my arms, submitting to his need, taking his robust and urgent member all the way to the back of my throat. With each thrust of his hips, each glide of his slick member across my tongue, I thought about Eddie, how I loved to please him, and by extension, anyone he wanted me to please.
Eddie had two names, now. Sometimes I called him Master Edward to be formal and very submissive, but there was a certain slyness to it that I was permitted. He knew he had ownership of my heart, and over the year I had been his lover I had come to know most of his proclivities. Not all of them by any means, though. He loved to test my commitment to him. This morning was one of them. He was opening a new business relationship with Reggie, a retainer deal to cover certain personal litigation, and decided to seal the deal in a manner that ensured Reggie understood the equally personal nature of our services. He was someone we wanted to cultivate for our Firm, and so, when the discussion was done and some papers signed, he asked him to come around to his side of the desk and take a seat in the cushy leather club chair next to the desk. Then he came out to the reception area where I am queen of the outer office. He touched my short spiky hair with a fond possessiveness and told me to go in and give Reggie the very best head he had all week. He told me to think of country houses and tennis courts and afternoon cocktails and long fast cars in circular drives out front.
I had kept that thought as I walked into the office and fell to my knees in front of Reggie. He looked at me with a smile of anticipation. I unzipped him and fished around in his briefs for his penis. It was a nice fat one, cut, and as I touched him I felt him stiffen. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, tasting a drop of pre-cum on my palate. Soon he was fully erect, and based on his eagerness, I knew that he was going to spew soon. I kept my lips pressed around him and gave an emphatic thrust of my head, more assertive than I would normally give Master. But I figured I was doing Reggie a good turn, and he was not my lover, after all, just a guy with a hard dick in my mouth. I was doing this for my Master, though I did like being on my knees. And oh, how I liked the slick silky smooth texture of a hard cock, and how the reward of a rich ejaculation made me feel complete. There was something about making a man shudder and cum that completed a part of me I had always denied.
Eddie brought out the best in me.
I could feel myself stiffen as I thought about Reggie rising toward orgasm. I smiled around his stiff cock as I thought about the power that my willing subjugation to had given me. It really was funny that in giving up control I had actually gained it. I had gained the courage and the serenity to do what I was told, to not worry about things. To just let Eddie tell me what was good and let it wash over me like sweet hot salty fluid. By giving pleasure I became the granter of the gift of ecstasy.
Eddie had trained me well, and once I understood the process, I began to take a proactive role in it. Or maybe it wasn't so much training as the opening of all the doors and windows of my mind, letting in the fresh air and blowing all the cobwebs away. There had definitely been no force. Everything I had done I had done willingly, from the first time I went down on him the darkened garage. He always said I could say "no" to anything, get up off my knees and walk away. Knowing that freedom was always with me is what made me stay with him. It was very odd at first. He never stayed over at my apartment. He had stayed most of the night that first time he came all over my back, marking me as his own. I liked that, and I had been able to get him hard again, hard enough to fuck me twice more and to feel his semen on my lips. But then he got up, put on his trousers and left. I wanted him to hug me. I wanted him to curl around me in my bed. But it was something that he was reserving for some other time and some other circumstance.
But what I wanted was irrelevant, and it took me a month to understand. It was the beginning of my training, though I didn't think of it that way. I was just completely head-over-heels for him, and there was nothing I would not do for him. Of course, some of the things I wound up doing for him were things I would never have thought of, or initiated on my own. So that is why Eddie called it training.
It did not happen fast. It happened over time. I was moonstruck and jealous of his time at first, like any new lover. I had to put my physical needs second to his. That was a bit of a challenge. In the first weeks I craved him so much that once I failed and jerked myself silly. I had tried no to, but one morning he called and said something had come up and he couldn't stop by before work for a blow-job. I was so worked up and so disappointed. I wound up in the shower, the hot water coursing over me, and I was so hard that I couldn't not take myself in hand, begin to stroke myself as I wanted him to do.
I figured it wasn't cheating so long as I didn't cum. I left my face in the hot water and was lost in the sense of the hot water rolling over me and the feel of my dick, so rock hard with desire. I didn't hear the key I had given him turn in the lock on the front door, didn't know he was there until the glass door on the shower rolled back and he was there, looking stern. I felt like a complete idiot, my dick in my hand and the man of my dreams glowering at me in disappointment.
"My plans changed, Rob. And this is how you treat me. With disrespect and with the idea that you can pleasure yourself without my consent."
"Yes, Sir, yes Master. I'm so sorry." I tried to cover myself in my shame at my arousal. He turned off the water and told me to kneel down in the tub. I did so quickly, bowing my head in shame. I heard his zipper open and I wanted to look up, hoping that he would allow me to suck him and atone for my failing. Instead, I suddenly felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my neck and arc over my hair and back. The Master was pissing on me, letting me know just how worthless I was. Then he grabbed the back of my hair and raised my head to his dick, still spewing a rich yellow stream. He pissed in my face, the warm liquid splashing off my nose. I have never felt so humiliated. I had displeased Eddie all for the sake of feeling my erection and dreaming of release. I realized there would be no release without complete surrender and I opened my mouth and took him in me and swallowed as much urine as I could, sealing him in my mouth and suckling on his flaccid cock until he was done. Then I suckled on him until there was no more of the bitter coppery-tasting fluid left to get. I continued to gently suckle on his soft cock until I could feel him rising in me and I realized I could still please him this time, that I could make him aroused, that maybe the act of humiliating me made him excited and then he was fully hard and he began to fuck my face, thrusting in my mouth, holding onto my ears and twisting them till I wanted to cry out but couldn't and then he erupted in my mouth, a hard series rich slimy squirts that mingled with the piss in my throat and belly.
He dropped my ears and turned away. I heard him turn on the faucet in the sink to wash his hands.
"That was a partial lesson, Rob. I cannot have you deciding when or where you will have sex. You will have it when I say and no other time. You can say no, though it will be the last time you say it to me."
"Yes, Master."
"Yes what, Bitch?"
"Yes, Master, you control when and where I will have sex."
"All right then. Any more backsliding on your training and we are finished. You understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"For your disobedience, you are not permitted to finish your shower. You may towel off, nothing more. The stink of my piss will stay on you until you return from work. And I will be here to make sure that it true. I expect you to wait patiently near the door."
I knew what he meant. He expected me to be nude, waiting on my knees for him to arrive. Usually I could hear the sound of his steps or the twist of the key in the lock. If I wasn't in the shower, that is. So it wasn't that bad. It was going to be a sticky day, though, without rinsing off. I had made a major mistake, though, and I knew I had to pay for it. I wondered if I brushed my hair enough I could get it to lay properly, and decided I needed to get a shorter haircut. And to avoid displeasing my lover.
"Yes, Master."
"Good" he said. "Now get ready for work, you disobedient bitch."
My boot camp continued, each phase or segment having some lesson for me. Once he brought a new pair of shoes to the apartment, still in their box. He had me place them on his feet, the odor of his stocking feet making me stiffen in expectation. Then he had me lick the shiny new shoes, the taste of fresh leather on my tongue, the edges of the sole crisp and the smell of leather and wax overwhelming. Thereafter the smell of fresh leather became a strong means of arousal, and I thought of him each time I smelled the scent of polish.
For one period, perhaps two weeks, he would come by the apartment in the evening after work. I would be naked, of course, as he wanted, and I would serve him a glass of wine and make a little tray of snacks. He then would sip and run his finger along the curve of my spine. Then he would tell me to get on my hands and knees in front of the sliding glass door. I would take the position, looking at my reflection and his behind me in the room. Facing away from him I could still see everything he would do, eating an olive, sipping on his wine, looking down at me with that enigmatic look. Slowly removing his pants, and his briefs. Leaving his socks and shirt. Approaching me, looking down at me, at my ass offered up to him. Stroking himself idly, his erection growing with satisfaction in my submission and silent acceptance.
In time he would kneel and press that gorgeous cock against my asshole, which I carefully lubricated before his arrival. I wanted his entry to be easy and pleasant. He would sink himself in me, alternating strokes until he was buried in me to the hilt. I wanted to roll my head and shout, but I lowered my face, opening myself to him, until the head of his penis stroked my prostate. He would then pick up his rhythm, faster and faster until he shuddered in release. Then he would rest his hands on my back until he softened and withdrew. My own cock was straining upward against my belly. Then he would stand and use one of my towels to clean himself, and quietly pull on his clothes, watching me in my need, and then finish his wine and leave, closing the door slowly behind him. I would stay there on my hands and knees, weak with desire, until the phone would ring, and he released me from my position, warning me not to touch myself.
I will do anything Eddie wants me to do, of course, but I do not want the sick feeling that comes with a full belly of his urine. So I did not. After four days of being silently dog-fucked I realized the deprivation of feeling that came with having my hands and feet frozen in place on the floor was freeing me to feel completely the sensation of Eddie's cock pounded into me. They say that the other senses of the blind or deaf become enhanced, and I felt it happen to me. On that fourth day I broke through some sort of barrier inside my head. I felt it rising within me as he sawed into me and I whimpered as I spewed the product of my aching balls in an arc that jetted onto the carpet and left pearly ropes beneath my heaving chest. My cock was untouched, the orgasm pure with my need for him and his pounding in my rectum. I saw stars.
When Eddie was done he told me quietly to lick my semen up off the carpet and then to clean his cock thoroughly with my tongue. I wept in happiness at my abasement to his power.
I don't know that my training will ever be complete, because Eddie is a complex man with a marvelous imagination. There are many more events in my journey to be utterly his, and of course, there is the culminating event with Happy Jack in the conference room at The Firm. But that, too, was only another point in the long journey that brought me to my knees before Reggie and all the men like him whose seed my Master wants me to swallow. But that is another chapter of this love story. For now I felt Reggie's need rising, his urgency clouding his brain, his need connected to my loving tough and soft palate, and I felt him rise and begin to shoot his sperm into my mouth, salty and viscous. I greedily swallowed every drop, and suckled on him gently until he grew soft and I could put him back in his briefs. I adjusted his package and gently zipped up his trousers.
Reggie stroked my head. "Damn, you are a fine little cocksucker!" he said. "Where did Eddie find you?"
I licked my lips, enjoying the taste and consistency of his morning jism. I smiled deferentially. "It just takes a little training, Sir."
I thought Eddie wouldn't mind.