The following st.ory relates my own experiences. Thanks to readers who have expressed their enjoyment of the first two. Please remember that Nifty needs our financial support.
When Master Calls (3) Master's call came early and there was a big change, He would come to my house, not expect me at His. I scurried around to make sure Master would have nothing to complain about then positioned myself a metre behind the front door, naked but for a pair of skimpy, old and well-worn blue briefs which I know Master approved of because they were flimsy and not really very masculine with barely any space at the front for a real man's cock and balls. I was kneeling with my head bowed forward touching the floor. Master would arrive soon, surely. I waited patiently, aware of my own breath, like a faithful dog which waits all day for its master. It was important to focus on how best i would be able to please Master, even though i didn't know precisely what His needs would be. After five minutes the door opened, He stepped in and pressed His left shoe under my forehead prising my head from the floor, I looked upwards and gazed with awe and anticipation at His face. "Get to the kitchen, coffee. Now!" "Yes Master." Scampering awkwardly, on all fours, to the kitchen i felt Master's hand reach towards me and grab inside the waistband of my briefs, tugging them downwards and making my progress difficult. On Master's rare visits to my house i was used to His requests for coffee, even though He seldom drank it; clearly this was a way of humiliating me by giving a task which had no real purpose - although not to undertake it properly would have resulted in the direst of punishments. Soon we were in the bedroom - the riding crop, black and pliable lay ready on the windowsill, Master always needed it close at hand. Sometimes He would thrash me just for His pleasure, a mere whim. At other times it was to address my failings. Whichever, it was an awesome, fearful implement in His hands. The prospect of His using it i both dreaded and found incredibly erotic. We both stood still, once again he had completely ignored the coffee. Lowering my head with my hands behind my back i waited for His next command. Master had come straight from work and i guessed He was in need of relieving himself of some of the day's frustrations. My briefs were half way down to my ankles, where Master had left them, I dared not pull them up or take them off without his express permission so felt even more vulnerable. He made me face the wall and stood close behind, His warm breath on my neck; hard against my arse, i felt the bulge of Master's crotch inside His grey work trousers, a promise of delight to come from His magnificent cock should i be given the privilege of sucking it. After a day at work it would be deliciously ripe with sweat, traces of piss and maybe even cock cheese beneath the soft luxuriant foreskin, I was dizzy at the thought of it! Then Master's hands reached around my chest, each to a nipple and began to twist lightly, twist, turn, pull a little -- at first a delight, a tease, a pleasure and i fell back into his chest, relishing the attention. Of course this would not last, the pressure of His grip increased just a bit, a tighter squeeze on each and a twist at the same time so there was a burning sensation, a hard friction which made me gasp and call to Him, "Oh Master...! ". He ignored me then pulled sharply, each one outwards towards each shoulder and i flinched and gasped with the pain. "Be still, cunt!" "Yes Sir, but please Sir it hurts so much." "And?" "Nothing Sir, thank you Sir." "So you like it?" "Sir if it pleases you Sir, yes Sir." "Then why aren't you asking for more?" "Master, please hurt my nipples more, please, please, i beg you!" "Very well, cunt, as a special favour your Master will continue." "Thank you Sir, oh thank you!" This time he pulled outwards, forwards and then twisted each one sideways till i feel they must surely have been permanently extended. I threw my head to the side and was rewarded with a deep kiss, Master's tongue probing my open mouth. At once the pain was pleasure, a searing sensation as i surrendered to His kiss and offered Him my suffering, the agony of my burning chest and the depth of the kiss were one and the same. I knew I was pleasing my master, and that was all i needed ever to know. It is a bliss beyond understanding and a passion that only the true submissive can experience. Such moments pass all too soon, or maybe not, as one could not endure such strong sensations for long. This time it was broken by the ring of Master's phone. "Yea, that's right, second one on the right, be quick, we're ready." Fuck! He had been arranged this beforehand and we were to have a visitor but i dared not ask Master anything. "Stay there, facing the wall, hands above your head". Master went downstairs and i could hear him welcome someone into the hall with a gruff "get inside and upstairs!" Never before had I received a stranger, a visitor to my house, while facing the wall with my flimsy underpants near my ankles and forbidden to speak: it was the ultimate humiliation and I could feel my face burning red! The two men talked as though i wasn't there at first but Master soon asserted His authority over the visitor, "Take off all your clothes and watch!" As I feared Master's attention was now returned to me, I heard Him swish the riding crop through the air and there was a gasp from the visitor. After a few more swishes in the air it cut across my buttocks with an infernal sting, burning intensely. I cried out with the pain. "Shut it cunt!" "Yes Master, i'm sorry Master, Master, thank you Master." "You see, he likes it, don't you boy?" "Yes Sir, please do it again Sir if it pleases you." "Here you have a go, go on take it and thrash him hard, he can't get enough." I still hadn't seen the new arrival but guessed he had no experience of wielding a crop or cane. At first he gingerly brought it down across my left arse cheek -- a pathetic attempt and I felt sorry for him, knowing that Master would humiliate him for his feeble effort. "Harder, he can take it much harder, like this." He grabbed the implement and brought it across my arse with an almighty blow. Finally I was allowed to turn and face the two men, the visitor was older, good looking and muscular. Master invited him to comment on my appearance which he was reluctant to do, not sure quite what sort of response Master required or what game He was playing. It soon became apparent this was all about humiliation, my cock had shrunk a little - what with the embarrassment and the severe pain. The new man had a full, heavy set of balls suspended behind a long, thick uncut cock. "What do you think of his dick?" "It's er alright sir." "Really? Go on say what you like, he loves humiliation." "Well, er it is a bit small I suppose." "What do you think of that, cunt? I knew i had to agree, even though my penis is of average length, and i told Sir that yes, of course the visitor was correct and that i had a pathetic little willy, my face burned red again and i squirmed, almost unable to stand up straight before this scene of utter humiliation in my own home. Master decided to test us both, we were to bend over the bottom of the bed, both naked, to take a thrashing. Whoever He deemed to take it better would be rewarded. I didn't know how often Master had met our new visitor or what had gone on between them but i was soon told that he had frequently taken canings and beltings at Master's hand -- though never the riding crop. I was no match, as we both bent forward with our arses in the air and our heads on the bed, me screaming with the pain as the man alongside me took the pain stoically and it seemed to me with a satisfaction that he was pleasing Master. After five minutes or more of hard caning we were allowed to stand up and admire each other's angry red welts. "You see, cunt, he is much more manly than you and he could take it without whimpering and screaming. You have a lot to learn from him. He has to leave soon but first he gets his reward. Master lay on the bed and told the nameless visitor to lie beside him, I was told to crouch at the lower end of the bed and watch. After gently kissing him Master instructed the man to suck his cock; but first, instructions had to be issued; as a supreme humiliation Master asked me to tell the visitor how Master liked to have His cock sucked. "Master likes you to suck His cock slowly, and you must do it gently without your teeth touching it, especially His foreskin. You must suck deep, long and slow, right down to the base." I had learnt these requirements over many occasions when i had been fortunate enough to taste my Master's cock. I also know that if the man made any mistake on this occasion it was me who would be punished. While this went on i could only watch, as instructed from my perch at the end of the bed until Master then told me to masturbate but on no account to cum until He gave permission. For what seemed an eternity i played with my dick, careful not to stimulate it too much but also aware that if i stopped Master would be angry. Eventually i was told to stop, as was the visitor who had to leave. None of us had cum and we were just Master and i together again in the room. Ordering me to pass him my blue briefs Master shot a massive load of His precious seed into them, soaked though with His hot spunk they were thrown back to me. "Put them on and don't take them off until I text you!" With that Master was gone. I could feel the still warm jism slipping around my crotch and arse crack as i pulled the pants closer, silently thanking Master for his gift. Master's text came a day later, but, disobediently, i had already removed them. When Master next calls this disobedience must be confessed!