Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2004 11:41:42 -0600 From: East Texan Subject: My Lesson: The Second Encounter If you are offended by sex between men, or men forcing other men into humiliating sexual acts, stop reading right here! Go away and find someplace else to play. The following is a story about my first encounter with a real male DOM. It hasn't happened yet, I'm still looking for him. As I said, this hasn't happened yet. When/If it does, we WILL practice safe sex, and you should too. Life is already too screwed up to have to deal with STDs too. THE SECOND ENCOUNTER (Part 2 of 3 from the MY LESSON series) It had been almost a month since I visited Master's house and sucked my first cock. I had masturbated many nights to the memory of his thick cock sliding between my lips. I had also given up my anal cherry that night, but it was not Master that took it, but Art, a friend of Master with a larger cock. Master had allowed me to fuck Monica while Art was in my ass and Master was in Art's ass. Kind of an anal train. I had to work late Friday night and was getting home around 7:00. When I turned onto my street I noticed a minivan in the street in front of my house. Nobody I knew had a minivan. I parked in the driveway and approached the van to see who it belonged too. The driver's window rolled down and there sat Monica, naked from the waist up. My cock stirred, not so much from her tits (they were kinda small) but from the memories of the encounter. "Hey cockslut" she called out. "I have a message for you. Master is taking Art and myself on a camping trip this weekend. Seems we lost another bet. You are commanded to go inside, strip naked, and come get in the van. Bring nothing but your house key. And I should have met him an hour ago, so understand that he is probably pretty pissed by now so you better get moving." I just stood there dumbfounded. Master had said he would email me. I had planned to do some photography this weekend at the zoo. "Come on sissy let's go play" Monica chided. I went inside and stripped, right there in the entryway. I took my house key from my keyring, took a deep breath, and stepped back outside. I truly hoped none of my neighbors were looking. I closed the door and ran to the van. I went to get in the passenger door, only to find it locked. I looked up at Monica and she was giggling and pointing to the back side door. I tried it and it was also locked. That was when I heard the horn beep twice. I looked up at Monica and she was pointing to the rear doors. I ran back and tried them, but they were locked also. Then I heard the horn beep again. I looked back at Monica, who was laughing very heard at this point, and she was pointing at the front door again. It opened easily this time. Once I was in far enough to cover myself I gave her an angry glare. She just laughed harder. I was really pissed. On of my rules to Master were nothing that I could get arrested for and I had specifically used the example of being naked in the front yard. Monica tossed me a trench coat and told me to cover myself. Then she produced a small metal box with a keypad and a small slit. "Put your house key in here, you will have a chance to earn the combination this weekend and can retrieve your key when we get back Sunday." This seemed to me to be giving up a lot of control. Then it sank in, that's what was supposed to happen. I deposited the key with a resounding clank. Monica put the box under her seat and drove off. We arrived at Master's house and went to the door. I was about to knock when the door was jerked open. "Where the hell have you been? Do you always keep your Master waiting? Monica had strict instructions to bring you back here by 6:00. You've put her in a very awkward situation. She had no way to follow my orders successfully, because of you." I started to try and explain. I had my mouth open but before any sound came out, I thought better of it. I don't think he really expected an explanation, he was just chewing me out. He continued to stare at me for a few seconds, before a wicked grin came to his face. He disappeared inside but was back at the door quickly. He had a 4 or 5 inch metal ball. Connected to it was a short rope with a loop at the end. He reached out and pulled my coat open, pulled my cock aside and put the small rope around my balls, pulling the loop tight. Then he just dropped the ball. "Aaaahhh" I cried out when the rope pulled taught and my balls fell about 2 inches. "OK cockslut, leave that in place and get in there and load all that stuff in the van. Now damnit, hurry your sorry ass up!" I darted inside and noticed a pile of sleeping bags, a tent, some grocery bags, and two coolers. I grabbed the first load and waddled towards the van. It was really hard to walk with that large ball between my knees and the shock of it bouncing up and down on my ball sack was the source of much discomfort. I loaded the van as quickly as I could then returned to the porch. Once the van was loaded, Master told me to get in the back. He rode up front with Monica and we headed out. They made small talk and I rode in silence. The ball between my legs jounced and pulled with every bump and I think she was going out of her way to hit them all. She drove us up into the National Forest. We turned off onto a fire road and continued to drive for many miles, bumping up and down a lot. Finally she pulled up next to a pickup and I could see Art was sitting inside. "Out" Master commanded. Monica and I slide from the van. Art crawled out of the truck and I could see he was wearing the cheerleader outfit that had been my last uniform. He also had a metal ball hanging from under his skirt. "Art, set up the tent, cockslut get some wood and get a fire started. Monica, get the van unloaded" Master commanded. We all moved at once and Master just pulled a lawn chair form the bed of the truck and sat down to watch. It wasn't long before I had a nice sized fire going and had stacked plenty of extra wood. This high up in the mountains, it gets cold at night and I had the feeling most of us weren't going to be wearing any clothes tonight. "Cockslut" Master called "get over here." He was standing behind the pickup. When I arrived, I could see his cock was out and mostly hard. "Suck it boy, get it good and hard" he commanded. I dropped to my knees and took that wonderful piece of meat into my mouth. I was really beginning to enjoy sucking him. I worked my way up and down for a while, then would break the rhythm and tongue his balls for a few minutes. Before he could cum though he pulled me away. "Bend over on the tailgate. I'm gonna do what I shoulda done last time." I bent over, expecting him to fuck my ass. WHACK "OOOWWWW" I don't know what he had (and was afraid to look) but it hurt like hell each time he brought it down on my ass. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. Tears were streaming down my face after just 5 swats. I truly didn't know what was going on. Then I saw him lay the short cane down in the bed of the truck. He picked up a wooden paddle the was about two feet long. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK... I lost count of how many I took. My ass had began to go numb at this point. Finally he laid the paddle in the truck. Then I felt his hands separating my ass checks and something was probing my hole. He entered me in 2 thrusts. Two more and I felt his pelvis against my ass. Then he began to stroke in and out savagely. He grabbed my hips and would pull out then slam back in. Each slam in pressed his hips against my tortured ass, causing a lot of agony and also causing the ball attached to my ball sack to jerk, increasing the pain there also. Finally I felt him increase the tempo them slam in hard one time. I could feel his hard cock spasming inside my ass and I knew he was cumming. Once he settled down, he pulled out and spun me around, pushing me to my knees. "Pull it off and clean me up" he growled. I realized then that he had used a condom so I reached up and removed the smelly, shit covered thing. I leaned in and took his now soft but cum covered cock into my mouth, licking and sucking until I had cleaned up every drop. "Art" he bellowed "Come get this condom, go dig a latrine and put this in it." Art slowly dragged over, grabbed a shovel and the used nasty condom and wandered away. "I can see I'm gonna have to teach that boy a real lesson" Master mumbled, more to himself than anyone else. Monica walked up, with her head bowed, and just stood facing Master. He turned to her "what?" "Master, dinner is ready." "Come on you two" he replied. I followed him and Monica over to the fire. She had set up a table and chair, which Master immediately seated himself in, and another smaller table for preparing food. She served Master a plate with big steak and a baked potato. Then she pulled a beer from the cooler and opened it for him. Not knowing what was expected, I just stood there. "I think a little entertainment would go well with dinner. I want you to to do a strip tease but you have to strip each other." I don't know for sure what he was expecting but this wouldn't be much of a show. All I had on was the trench coat and, as far as I could tell, all she had on was shorts and maybe panties. She started to do a bump and grind sort of thing and grabbed my hands to get me involved. We started fondling each other a little and then she slowly eased the coat off my shoulders. She would dance around me and lower the coat a little each time till it finally fell free of my arms. She tossed the coat onto the fire. I tried to grab it back since it was all I had to wear but the flames caught it before I could. She just laughed. I danced my way over to her and came up behind her. I reached around and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling the zipper half way down. I reached both hands into her shorts and found she wasn't wearing any panties. I must have had a surprised look on my face because Master commented "Surely you didn't think I would show favoritism. You each were allowed one item of clothing." I just grinned and resume my exploration. Both hands found her womanhood and I inserted a finger from each hand into her, raking my thumbs across her clit. Just as she began to moan, I released her and pulled my hands out. She looked at me with a distinct disappointed look on her face. Leaving her zipper only halfway down, I knelt behind her and began to work her shorts down, past her hips. As her ass came into view, I planted a few sloppy kisses on each cheek and ran my tongue the length of the crack once. She pressed back against my face and I stopped. I figured since she burnt my only clothes, I was gonna tease the hell out of her. I lowered her shorts the rest of the way and she stepped out of them. That was her big mistake because I promptly threw them onto the fire to. "Hey" she cried out. I just shrugged my shoulders at her and smiled. She returned a smile that would have made my cock hard in an instant, if it hadn't already been that way. We both stood to face Master and that was when I noticed Art was back and wasn't looking too happy. "Well done you two, you may both eat. Art, you may have whatever they leave." We both headed for the fire. There I found, not a steak, but hot dogs. I made two dogs up and moved off to eat. Monica also took two dogs and moved to the other side of the fire from me. As we were eating I looked to her side and noticed her staring at me. When she saw me looking she took one of her hot dogs and began to rub it between her legs. I slowly continued eating (I had to concentrate to keep from biting my tongue instead of my food) but continued to watch her. She finally inserted it into the luscious mound and began to work it in and out. When Art went over beside her to eat, she pulled it out and slowly ate it, staring at time the whole time. Art was staring too, but I think it was for different reasons. After we all finished eating, Master announced that we would play a game to see which two slaves got to sleep in the tent and which one would have to sleep outside. "Naturally" he said, "Monica will be in with me so it is between you two," indicating me and Art. He pulled out two identical whips and handed one to each. Then he pulled out a coin and looked at Art, "call it" and he flipped the coin in the air. "Heads" Art responded. Master caught it and slapped it on his wrist; "heads it is, Art goes first. Cockslut, would will bend over and grab your ankles. Art gets 3 swings to make you cry out. Then you switch places and you get 3 swings to make Art cry out. First one to make a sound loses." Art came towards me and pointed, indicating for me to bend over. I saw real anger in his eyes. I was truly scared since my ass was still VERY sore from the caning I had received earlier. I bent over, grabbing my ankles and gritting my teeth. There was a swish followed by a very loud crack and an intense burning sensation on my left cheek. The next blow brought just as much pain to my right cheek. Then Art moves up by my shoulder and the last swing went across one cheek but the tip dropped down between my legs and caught me square on the balls; "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRR" I cried out before I even realized it. I looked back to Art and he was just smiling. Monica didn't look too happy though. "OK cockslut, you sleep out here tonight. Grab a sleeping bag from the truck." Then he turned to Art "you grab three bags and put them in the tent. Be sure and zip two together." Then with an evil sort of grin he added "since that really wasn't a totally fair ass whipping, you can sleep alone in one bag and listen to me and your wife fucking all night in the other. Oh yeah, I'd like to be awakened by a blow job in the morning, you can see to that part, too." Art didn't seem to like that announcement either, but he just stalked away towards the van. Master headed out to relieve himself at the latrine and Monica came up beside me. "You gonna be alright?" she asked "that was a pretty mean blow." "Yeah" I replied "I'll survive." At least I thought I would. Master returned and informed Art and me that we could remove the large balls between our legs, then ordered us to bed. I removed the ball and crawled into my sleeping bag by the fire, happy that I had laid in such a good store of firewood. Master, Monica, and Art crawled into the tent. It wasn't long before I could hear Monica moaning and groaning. He must be working her over good, I thought, just before drifting off to sleep. I awoke before anyone had stirred from the tent. Not knowing what Master would expect, and wanting to take the chill from the air, I quickly crawled from my sleeping bag and got the fire going again, stirring the coals and adding some more wood. It must have been another hour that I just sat, enjoying the outdoors and the fire when I began to hear stirrings in the tent. The way the sun was rising I could see profiles through he tent and it was pretty obvious that Art was tying to wake Master up. I saw Master reach up and grab Art's head, then heard some gagging and it looked like Art took a swing at Master. Then Art came stumbling backwards from the tent, followed closely by Master; he didn't look very happy at all. "How dare you strike me. We made a fair bet, you lost. Is this how you pay your debts? Maybe I'll just call your boss and explain your actions to him. You think he would still let you work there, knowing you volunteered to suck my cock and share your wife with me?" "No sir, please, give me another chance. This is all new to me and I lost my head for a minute. Please Master, sir. Anything, let me make it up to you. I'll suck you all day, let you fuck me, watch you fuck my wife, anything. Just don't call my boss." "OK Art, your making breakfast this morning, while I think about it." "Oh yes sir, right away" and Art headed for the cook table. As before, Master ate his fill, the Monica and I got our fill, then Art got what we left, since he had been bad that morning. I was still pissed about the third hit from last night (and my balls were incredibly sore) so I ate as much as I could. Monica seemed to trying to pace me with the food. As a result, we didn't leave very much. Once breakfast was complete, Master announced "OK, Art you do EXACTLY what I say the rest of the weekend, and your off the hook. Agreed?" "Yes sir, Master sir, anything." "Cockslut, go get the rope from under the rear seat of the van" I returned quickly with the rope. Master took it and Art and led him to the side of the camp site. There he proceeded to tied Art in a kneeling, spread eagle position between two trees. When he was finished, Art could look around and jerk his hips a little but nothing else. "Monica, cockslut, there is a change of plans. Art seems to need more work that I had anticipated. I think I will be busy with him all day. So you two don't get bored, Monica you now control cockslut. Take him with you and disappear for a while, I don't want any witnesses" he leared. Art looked terrified. Monica looked and me and said "OK C-S, let's go." I have camped and hiked many times, but never buck naked in the mountains in the fall. I watched as she headed out of camp and didn't want to appear any lesser than her, so I quickly followed. "Remember" we heard Master call out "don't forget to beat him when he misbehaves." We walked in silence for a while. I was rally worried about stumbling across someone else and kept looking around. "Don't worry, there is nobody else up here. This area is normally closed this time of year. I know the ranger and promised him a couple of favors if he would let us in. We are all alone now." "May I speak" I asked tentatively. "Oh sure, I'm not into the play and quit Dom scene like Will. When I take a man, or woman, it's for a full blown 24/7, no safeword lifestyle. In fact, for now my command to you is to act like we are a normal couple, out by ourselves for a while, minus the clothes of course." "OK, I really would like to know what is going on with you, Art, and Master." I told her. She walked on in silence for a few minutes. We began to hear running water and followed it to a small stream, surrounded by several large rocks. She stretched out in the sun and indicated I should join her. I laid down beside her, admiring the curve (slight) of her breast, the line broken up nicely by nipples that protruded at least ¾ of an inch. Finally she began to speak. "Art and I are over, he just won't accept it. Art used to abuse me, a lot. He'd beat me whenever he had a bad day at work. He's a child welfare officer, so he had lots of bad days. We talked about divorce, but since I make way more money than him, he won't even consider it. I met Will over the Internet. It was really weird that he turned out to be my neighbor. He was everything Art wasn't, but he also likes to do guys more than gals. We talked a lot, fucked some, and came up with a plan. We all used to get together once a month or so to drink and watch movies. One night Will started talking about being a Dom sexually. Art was asking all kinds of questions, probably since Art had a domineering personality and thought maybe he could do that to me. Anyway, that led to the first bet, the night we met you. Will had promised Art a good piece of ass to entice him into the bet. Art really did enjoy himself that night. Will went easy on him. Three weeks ago we made another bet. Art actually proposed this one, because he wanted to control Will. Said he was 'gonna really pound that ass' as he put it. It wasn't so much a bet as a card game. They're both huge cribbage fans so they bet a weekend of servitude on the outcome of a single game. I offered to deal, so I 'wouldn't be quite so bored, watching two men play cards.' They both agreed and once I got through with the cards, Art wasn't happy. He beat me that night when we got home. He acted like everything was cool and wanted to make love. Once I was undressed, he threw me on the bed, pulled out his belt and left welts on every part of my body that doesn't show when I'm dressed." If you look close enough, you can still see some of the bruises. "That son-of-a-bitch! I hate guys who beat up on women. Why don't you leave him?" "As I've said, I've got the greater income. If I leave him, he gets half of everything. If he leaves me, he gets nothing. I know, it was a stupid prenup but I was in love back then. Anyway, Will suggested we use this weekend to 'convince' him that it is over and he should leave." "Well" I asked, "how does me getting my balls smashed convince him to leave?" "I tried to make Arty jealous enough to go over the line with you. I'm really sorry about that, by the way. Anyway, that set up the whole 'I fuck Will all night and Arty lost his temper this morning' scene. If I know Will very good, he's just about stripping the skin off Art's back right now with that cane. And another of Will's friends, his name is Ed, is coming to play. He's black, 6 foot 8 inches, 280 pounds of muscle, and 13 inches of hard cock. Arty will be taking that up his ass today too. Ed said he always wanted to violate a white guys ass and not really need to worry about how much it hurt." "Damn, girl, I hope you don't ever get pissed at me!" I told her. She laughed and responded "I don't think your the type that would beat me; unless I wanted you to" she answered. Then she leaned up on one elbow and reached for me. She kissed me, gently at first. I kissed back, not really sure where we were going. Our kiss grew more passionate and she happened to notice that wasn't the only thing growing. She reached down and took hold of my cock. "I've liked this thing ever since you put it in me that night. I really wanted it in my pussy and was really glad that was your choice. Now, slave, roll over here and fuck me like there's no tomorrow." I moved on top of her, but didn't put it right away. I wanted to hear her ask for it some more. I sat up and took hold of each nipple, alternating between pinching and twisting. She began to squirm and moan right away. She grabbed at my shoulders and tried to pull me towards her. I finally slipped inside her eager waiting tunnel. She was mega-wet and I went right in, all the way. I started stroking in long deep strokes. Her hips began responding in rhythm to my strokes. Our pace quickened and I started to slam into her pelvis, pounding as hard as I could. I dipped my head down and took one nipple between my teeth, biting down on it. "Ooooooohhhhhh godddyyyeeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Bite me! Fuck me! Bite me! Fuck me!" she cried. All too soon I was no longer able to hold back and blasted my load deep inside her. Only then did I think to moan out "are you on some kind of birth control?" "Tubes tied" was her reply. Then "dooonnn'tt ssstttooopppp nnnnoooowwww ddammnnniiit, sooocloosee." Well, I was shriveling fast so I pulled out and dove my head down between her legs. I stuck two fingers into her squishy gash and began to work them against the top of the tunnel. At the same time I flicked my tongue across her clit, back and forth then up and down. It didn't take long "OooohhhhhhIIImmmCccummmmiinnnnnggggggggggg! Oohhh Ohhhh Ohhhhhh!" Her shudders lasted for probably two minutes, then she practically collapsed. I eased up and kissed her. She responded eagerly. We kissed for a while, stroking each others bodies until we both showed signs of arousal again. The second bout was slower and more passionate than the first. She sucked me, I ate her, and we shared a mutual oral orgasm. We both collapsed and promptly fell asleep. Stay tuned for part 3. If you like or disliked this story, I would like to hear from you? Only through feedback can I work on improving. Please email me at A1EastTexan@hotmail.com