Date: Sat, 03 Jul 2004 01:11:49 -0400
From: NS
Subject: Email Slave

We had never met.  I have never seen him.  He had never seen me.  I only
knew his words.  But he was my master and I was his slave, and I was
obedient to his every command.

Master had made me go for ten days without cumming.  Cumming was a gift
Master gave me when he was in the mood.  Master made me arouse myself in
various ways: jerking off, watching porn, checking out guys on the subway
and imagining what it would be like to be on my knees and service them.  But
he gave me no permission to cum or even to touch myself.  My dick was
throbbing after days of arousal and neglect, and my balls were a bit sore,
the pain reminding me that they belonged not to me, but to Him.

I got home from work and checked my email.  Master had sent two messages,
one titled, "your instructions," and the other "instructions, part 2."  I
knew better than to risk punishment by opening the second part.

Part one read:

"slave,

"Strip."

I stripped off my clothing, and immediately became hard.

"Spit into your right hand.  I know your dick is ready.  Thank me out loud
for the pleasure I am about to allow you.  Then begin to stroke yourself
slowly, while you work your tits hard with your left hand.  When you are
about to cum, read the second message."

When I am about to cum!  He might allow me relief today.

I spit into my palm.  I said, "Thank you, Master, for the pleasure you are
allowing me."  I  started stroking my dick, careful not to go too fast.  I
pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling on them harder than I would have,
but as hard as my Master had instructed me to.  Master had said nothing
about my balls, so they got no attention.

I kept stroking, lost in thoughts of this man who controlled me from
wherever he was, and how grateful I was to serve him.

Before long, I felt like I was about to cum.  I clicked on the second
message.

The second or two before it opened was an eternity.  My heart was pounding
with desire and the overwhelming urge to shoot my load.  But it wasn't my
load to shoot, for that I'd need permission.  I read the message:

"Let go of your dick boy.  Get dressed.  You haven't earned the right to cum
today."

I wrenched my hand from my dick, disappointed.  My dick jerked and drooled
and pulsed, but I was powerless to give it what it wanted.  I was desperate
to cum, and I was desperate to please my Master.  I hoped both those things
would happen soon.