When Master Calls (2)
Thanks to readers who sent such appreciative comments, once again the events here are based on true and recent experiences. Further comments are very welcome. Remember that Nifty depends on your generosity. Master's call comes unexpectedly this morning; we hadn't met for a little while for various reasons and i had been led to believe He was at work today. It is late to be sitting un-showered and not dressed, reading the Guardian and leisurely sipping coffee; when my phone pings and i see Master's name i nearly piss myself with anxiety, jolted out of my idleness. He says little, but expects everything. The first text is always low key, ordinary even. "Hi". This is where the niceties end. I reply "Good morning Master, thank you for calling!" "My house now. Bring cane." Is the only other communication. So i scramble and almost fall over myself leaping out of the chair and race to the bathroom. Cleaning teeth, defecating, struggling to clean my hole effectively in the shortest amount of time possible and showering are all done in a blur and i race to the bedroom to dress: plain white briefs, a polo shirt and jeans, slip on shoes. I find the least evil of the two riding crops, hoping Master will not notice this choice and run to the car. In all, this has taken around 15 minutes, with another 15 to reach Master's house there is danger that He may be displeased. As traffic lights go against me i begin to sweat, anticipating what Master may have in store. At first Master seems gentle, kind even. In his bedroom i am instructed to remove all clothes but before i can lower my jeans and briefs He has pushed me around to face away from Him, unbuckled my belt and pulled them right down as though i am a naughty boy who cannot be trusted to do anything for himself prior to a spanking. But this is unlike any childhood spanking. I feel his powerful hand push me forward and he reaches for the riding crop from the bag which i have placed on the bed. Ten heavy blows cruelly strike across my arse cheeks, the pain is severe and i foolishly howl, consequently five more follow. "Don't ever make me wait so long again, cunt!" I blush with the shame of having let Master down. When Master allows me to stand and face Him, He reaches between my legs and grabs my dick. "What a pathetic little thing you have there, what is it exactly?" I am forbidden from calling it my cock and must use humiliating terms such as "my little willy" (even though by most standards it is of adequate size). When i say this Master laughs, smiles even, and seizes my balls. As i flinch and draw away the pain, of course, intensifies. "What's the matter boy, don't you like it?" "Yes Sir if it pleases you it pleases me, thank you for doing it sir. Ppp...lease do it more Sir, do it harder so it may give you more pleasure." But Master can see that i am struggling -- He is so good and so kind and i am almost crying with the pain and with the disappointment of not being able to please him more. His care and kindness at times like these can also move me to tears, at this very point He says, "Look me in the eye, you may put your arms around me and hold on to me." Master is naked and i wrap my arms around His torso easing myself closer to Him for support, clinging more tightly to his hairy masculine chest, inhaling deeply the scent of a true man, at the same time he increases His firm grip on my little sac. He looks down and smiles. i want to feel the ecstasy of submission but something is holding me back, i am just not ready for the intensity of the pain and cannot focus fully on pleasing Him, i know this is not going well and Master will seek to resolve it in a way i am yet to imagine. There is a moment's release and my bollocks though now free still throb with pain, almost as if He is causing it by His sheer will. i am invited to lean in closer, feeling Master's hot breath on my face but His hands are moving across my chest and i know that within seconds my nipples will be stretched outwards and twisted in every direction; once again Master can sense my hesitation so i push my left nipple forward as an offer of my submission, hoping he will sense willingness, but He knows me too well. "What's the matter, cunt, don't you like it?" "Yes Master of course i like it but.... ." "But what?" This is not going well. i scream and tears begin to form as my nipples are wrenched, it feels, almost from my body. Again Master shows his kindness and concern assuring me that it is ok to cry, i must cry if i need to. Perhaps if i sob more deeply and lean in again to Master's chest i would feel again that overwhelming joy, the release of total submission, but today i just cannot get it right. I sense a little impatience in Master's manner, he pushes me over the bed and again reaches for the crop, this time i determine to take the strokes without breaking and i think Master is impressed. "On your feet boy, over here," and suddenly we are standing opposite each other, eye to eye. "I want you to kneel in front of me, nothing more, just focus." I drop to my knees immediately and adopt the position so familiar to any submissive. Hands locked behind my head, i stare ahead. My only view is of Master's magnificent cock, pushing upwards at 45 degrees, with his large ball sac below. This is exactly what i need, and Master in His wisdom understands this so well. Taking deep, slow breaths i stare at this vision and begin to contemplate the meaning of what is in view. Whether i shall be allowed anything further today i now neither know nor care, i must focus only on this and meditate on the splendour of this image and the reality of Master's power over me. I begin to think of the joys i have experienced since being subservient to Him, i gaze longingly at the tip of his smooth skinned penis. The foreskin puckers around the glistening end, traces of pre-cum evident in that precious space, i inhale deeply in the hope of catching some of his masculine scent, maybe the hint of sweat, piss or, such bliss, a touch even of cheesy deposit beneath his foreskin (i know He hasn't showered yet this morning, thank goodness, all of Master's odours are a wondrous gift to me). Already my head is elsewhere, i remember the times He has entered me, filling my arse so completely, using my body as an instrument of His pleasure, giving enhanced meaning to my existence. I think of the times i have knelt before Him to receive His seed as a precious gift all over my face; of the time another slave had been given the gift of Master's spunk on his tongue as i knelt alongside, he then turned to share it with me in a long deep kiss and we passed Masters' jism between us with our tongues and lips, delighting in the exchange of the slick, silky fluid as Master looked approvingly on. I shift the focus of my gaze to His balls, so large in a sac whose skin, is stretched shiny and taut with the tension; the weight of Master's balls has always impressed me and I wonder now how i ever manage to take each in my mouth on His instruction and savour that sweaty weight without causing Master any pain. Master's balls, the source of His power and strength as a true man.
Minutes pass. Master is still. Master is quiet. I continue to focus and contemplate my situation. After what seems like 5 minutes Master reaches down and brings my head towards him, i am to be rewarded after all. I open my mouth and taste the tip of His cock, tentatively licking with the tip of my tongue. He says nothing. Soon i am greedily taking it all in and moving back and forth quickly, desperately in need of His seed. How stupid! How selfish! Can I get nothing right today? Master grabs my head, thrusts it back and shows his anger. "On the bed now!" The blows, at first with his hands, are merciless, soon it is the crop again and i am instructed to pull apart my arse cheeks so He can strike at every part of me, making sure to strike vertically across the hole itself. Again i have failed Master today, instead of thinking about His needs and his pleasure i had been thinking about my need for His seed, a basic error, such disobedience and lack of focus, an error which after all Master's training I should be ashamed to have made. Told to dress I do so, and ashamed and embarrassed stand in the corner while He speaks to me. "You have taken a lot of pain today, cunt and I am pleased by how well you have done it, see the picture on my phone of the welts on your arse. It is a pity though that you still have a lot more to learn, we shall have to use the crop more effectively in future sessions to instil the lesson. Always remember your pleasure is irrelevant, your sole purpose is to please me, repeat this now and never forget it. Your lack of focus and selfishness today have disappointed me Maybe next time if you show you have learned I will take my pleasure by fucking you. Go." When Master next calls i vow to be better prepared, to be obedient and never to act without instruction. The lesson of today will be remembered all week as I try to sit on my pained backside. I am so grateful, Master.