Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2019 17:21:23 +0000 (UTC) From: John Pearce Subject: Erotic Domination-5 Thanks to Nifty. Please contribute so that we can all continue to enjoy this great archive of stories. CHAPTER FIVE – SERVING MASTER GORDON Part One – ANTICIPATION More than a couple of months had passed since Sir had become my master. On the surface nothing much had changed, though there were subtle differences. Before we had met every ten days or so, and he had satisfied me as well as himself. Now I saw him much more often, four or five times a week, but all the emphasis now was on his satisfaction. He fed me his seed every time we met, but my own release had very much taken a back seat. More than that in fact, thinking back I realised that in all that time he had only had me come four times. And I say had me come as the last few times I had come not from his hand but my from own. Each time I would be knelt naked and collared in front of him as he leant lazily back on the sofa and watched, legs spread, occasionally toying with his own cock as if to tease me. My knees spread wide, my gaze fixed either into his eyes or at his cock, whichever he instructed, as I made myself come into the condom he had me wear. Gordon hadn't made another appearance, but the thought of him was always there in the background, always lurking in my mind. He turned me on in a visceral physical way. He looked like, sounded like and behaved like my mental image of a Master with a capital M. The very fact that he had this irresistible physical force frightened me because I didn't know him, I didn't know what he might expect of me. I knew Sir, what he was like, but I knew almost nothing of Gordon. What I did know was that I would do what he told me, simply because he told me to. Because I found him irresistible. And I knew I would find myself under his control again before much time had passed. There was always a frisson of suspense each time I visited Sir at the thought he might be there. I still kept my cock and balls in their sheath, still wore gloves to wash and shave myself, I had not once touched myself in all those weeks. Even peeing could be done by only touching the sheath. So it seemed only fit and proper that even in this most intimate moment of my own orgasm I was still not permitted to touch myself directly, the condom serving as a barrier between my hand and my own skin. Initially I came in what seemed moments, despite being desperate to prolong the pleasure. The combination of my grasp on my shaft and his penetrating gaze made my orgasm arrive like a separate entity that took hold of me from outside, outside of my control. I could do nothing but let it sweep over me and burst forth, filling the end of the condom with my sperm. But lately he had begun to bar me from using the grip of my hand on my shaft. It was too clumsy a way he said, he wanted a more erotic display. I was to use my fingers and thumbs only on the head itself, squeezing and manipulating it and rubbing at it through it's rubber coating. As soon as my orgasm began to rise I had to ask his permission to come. Sometimes he would allow it, more often than not he would have me stop until it receded. Sometimes he would let me take his cock into my mouth for a while, or lick his proffered balls. Or just have me kneel there and watch passively as he toyed with himself. And then once my erection had begun subside with a word or a nod he would allow my fingers to do their work again. Each time I came I had to leave the condom in place until my cock began to wilt before squeezing down my shaft to get every drop into the rubber. I was then to take it off and hand it to him. Tip my head back, open my mouth and put my tongue out in expectation as he brought it up and emptied the contents into my mouth. It had a stronger taste now that it was coming more infrequently. In forethought, had there been any, I would have imagined that this enforced celibacy would have left me deeply frustrated. But it wasn't so. Maybe it was the frequency of seeing him and taking his seed that satisfied me. Or perhaps the act of accepting his total control meant that I didn't have to worry, he would provide all the sex I could ever need. Personally I thought it could well be the result of absorbing so much of his male seed into my body. It was somehow draining away what little masculinity I did have and replacing it with a flowering of a more feminine, yielding nature. It felt like he was literally seeding that part of me and enabling it to grow. Whatever the reason, there was no frustration because it meant that I could spend my time looking forward to the next time he would fill my mouth rather than fretting about any lack of orgasms on my part. I could cope with that, his seed meant more to me than any orgasm. In reality it all made me feel very calm and satisfied. as it gave me the feeling of being perpetually more than a little turned on without feeling any need to wank. But then out of the blue all this relative calm was thrown up in the air. I was at Sir's flat one evening, ready to service him, naked and collared. Kneeling on the mat facing the sofa, waiting for him to come in. When he did he sat upright on the edge of the sofa, spreading his legs as his robe fell away to reveal his penis dangling in front of me. I wanted him to call me forward, tell me to service him. "Look at me," he said. I raised my eyes. "Tell me," he went on," what does it say on your collar?" "Parebo Dominus, Sir." "And what does that mean?" "I will obey my Master, Sir." He smiled. "And who is your Master?" "You are, sir." "Good. As your Master I have decided the time has now come to introduce you to serving different masters. I believe you are ready to take that step. I have to be away for some days, so the next few times you come here, it will not be to serve me but to serve Master Gordon." A shock ran through my body as he said this. As I've said Gordon represented the unknown to me, and I still had fear of the unknown in this new world. I gazed back at him wide eyed, whispers of apprehension already stirring in my belly. Even though it was long expected, this knowledge that it would soon become actual reality shook me to the core. Before I could speak he held up a finger in front of me. "Don't speak," he admonished. "I'm telling you this as your Master, and as my submissive you have no say in it. The decision has already been made." He paused again, and then went on. "This is how it is when you have a Master, you accept and follow your Masters wishes. Do you understand? "Yes, sir." "I know you find him intimidating, but as I have told you before I will never order you to serve any Master that will cause you any distress or seek to harm you. I have complete trust in him, and so I expect you to put your trust him just as you do with me." He paused and reached forward to stroke my head reassuringly. "And if I were to give you free choice, to obey my wishes or not, what would you choose then?" Despite all my nervousness, I couldn't go against him. "I would choose to obey you Sir. If I defied you it would mean you were not my Master any more." "Exactly, good boy, I'm proud of you." and he leant forward, tipped my head back and gave me a long kiss. "You'll be fine, just relax and enjoy it. I know you will respond strongly to him. You have no need to fear him." He sat back up again. "I know you will feel apprehensive about this. What I want you to do is remember that I have told you that you can trust him, and try and see your apprehension as just another form of arousal, of bodily excitement. Something is going to happen, you know that, but you can't control it. You're not sure what it will be so you are nervous, but it is something you have desired in your thoughts. You can't tell me you haven't entertained thoughts of how it would feel to be under Master Gordon's control. Can you deny it?" I couldn't deny that this urge existed in me and felt myself begin to blush. "No sir," I said. He chuckled. "Of course you can't, you enjoy this kind of sex far too much to not have thought about it. So then, this is what will happen. You will present yourself to him here at eight o'clock on Monday evening." He paused again. "Just don't be late, and be sure to make a good first impression. You don't want to get off on the wrong foot." He smiled. "And be sure to show him that I've trained you properly so far." With that he sat back against the cushions and spread his legs wider, lifting his penis in one hand so it pointed toward my mouth. "Now, come down on all fours and make your Master happy . . ." _____________________________________________________________________ Part Two – INSTRUCTION The next two days passed in a maelstrom of expectation and arousal. I couldn't help but remember the days between when Sir first propositioned me, if I can call it that, and arriving at his front door for our first session. I tried to remember Sir saying 'apprehension is just another form of arousal' to calm the agitation I felt. It did work at times, and I would think only of the positives for a while. At night I was plagued by erections even more than usual, waking to find my cock stiff and stretching at its sheath, my balls trapped beneath it. But arrive I did, my palms already feeling slightly sweaty with the nervousness, despite the long bath and shaving session I'd had earlier. I clutched the bag containing my collar in my hand. I looked at my watch. 7:51. Nine minutes early. Nine minutes to wait. Nine minutes to stand and fidget and wonder what lies in wait beyond that door. I couldn't leave, I couldn't run away. And yet I knew there would come a finite moment when I'd have to press that buzzer and summon this daunting new Master to come and collect me. To come and take me. It made me shiver in my skin, but the arousal was as powerful as the hesitation now. 7:54. I rehearsed pressing the buzzer, lifting my finger and letting it approach. I think I just wanted to see if I was still capable. 7:57. Panic beginning to churn in the stomach. Gripped by the inevitability but fearful of the reality. Where was Sir to calm me down with his presence when I needed him! 8:00. I gave myself up, held my breath, raised my finger and pressed the buzzer. And nothing happened. There was no sound from within. The waiting continued unresolved. I was tempted to lean forward and put my ear to the door, but resisted. 8:02. A quick glance at the time. My mind fidgeting nervously. What if there was no answer? How long should I wait? How soon can I reasonably run away and escape all this tension? Then all of a sudden, the sound of the latch turning snapped me out of all this imagination and back into reality. I straightened myself up and lowered my eyes. As the door swung back I just had time to feel a flash of disappointment to see that he was dressed in the dark suit and tie as I had seen him at his restaurant instead of the leathers I had last seen on him. After that I hardly had time to think. He took a couple of steps back letting the door swing open. "In," he said as he moved. The tone was cool and commanding, brooking no question. I stepped over the threshold. "Close the door behind you." I did so and turned back towards him. He pointed to a spot on the floor a few paces in. "Stand there. Hands behind your back." I moved to where he was pointing. He came to stand in front of me. "Look at me." I raised my eyes to meet his. His gaze was calm and direct. When he spoke it was calm and measured. "You are here this evening for me to dominate you, and dominate you I most certainly shall." He spoke with what seemed a certain amount of relish. But then his tone grew more serious as he continued. "Before we begin there is one overriding thing I have to say. In our little group the one major rule is that everything that happens remains entirely consensual. After all, the whole point is that everyone concerned in any session will always come away having enjoyed the experience. So please remember that if at any time you get to feel uncomfortable with what's going tonight, all you have to do is say so and it will stop. OK?" "Yes, sir, thank you." "Good. Don't forget it." He paused for a moment to look me up and down. "So. You have been sent here by your Master for me to assist him in exploring your submissiveness. You are aware of this, are you not?" "Yes, sir." "And you have come to me here willingly, of your own free will?" "Yes, sir." "Your Master has not forced you to be here? Not threatened you in any way?" "No sir." "Good," he said. "And you will accept my authority over you as the natural order of things because you understand that that this is how it is in this world. The alpha male directs and the submissive obeys. I will dominate you because that is my nature, it gives me pleasure. And you will obey my wishes because that is your nature, it gives you pleasure. That's the truth of it, is it not?" "Yes sir." I was still looking into his eyes. "Good," he said again and there was a pause. "Then we understand each other." He gave a slight smile before he spoke again. "You should bear in mind that you are still a newcomer and that you are here to learn. To have your responses explored so we can learn what it is that truly excites you as well as what other things might just leave you cold. So follow my instructions, pay attention to what I say and remember it. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "Good. So now we can begin. Lower your eyes now." His voice sharpened into a command as he uttered those last few words. I dropped my gaze immediately. "Give me your collar, and then take off your clothes. Put them on the chair," he said, indicating towards it with his hand. I brought the bag out from behind me and handed it to him. Then I began to undress. Becoming naked had always aroused my sensuality. As far back as I can remember the feel of air moving freely all over my body had always given me a sense of freedom and exposure that awakened me physically. It made my entire body suddenly feel real. That feeling was intensified by the sensation of getting myself naked in the presence of my Master. It represented the moment of openly declaring my surrender. That feeling was magnified tenfold now as I found myself stripping off for the first time in front of this new Master, a Master that I scarcely knew, even though I had already sucked his cock and swallowed his seed. This was truly a defining moment, like passing through a door into another kind of existence, and I could feel the electricity flowing up my spine and all over my body. While we were both clothed, there still remained a semblance of equality between us, to an outside observer we would have easily appeared as just two men. But with each garment that came off I felt any resistance I might have had melt away leaving me totally revealed to him as the defenceless submissive that we both already knew I was. As I undressed he took the collar out of the bag and dropped the bag on the chair with my clothes. I hesitated when I came to the sheath, but his voice cut in straight away. "That too," he said sharply. "Then kneel, hands behind your back." I stripped it off, dropped it on the chair and fell to my knees. He left a few seconds silence before he spoke again. "Some rules for you to remember," he went on, "Your eyes will remain lowered at all times. Your head will be slightly bowed. The submissive only ever looks Master in the face when instructed to do so. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." "You will only speak when spoken to. You will reply either 'Yes sir' or 'No sir'. You will not say anything more unless instructed to do so. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." He was speaking fast, pushing forward, each statement coming immediately my answer had left my mouth. I was already submitting, my own replies speeding up to match his pace, instinctively wanting to please him, to conform with him. "I am not as easy going as your Master," he went on. "I expect unquestioning obedience to my instructions, and will punish you if you fail to show it or displease me in any other way. You need to learn to empty your mind of any thought and concentrate solely on your desire to please the Master. Are you willing to do that?" "Yes sir." "Good. So it's 'head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think'. The four basics of submission. Repeat it to me." "Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think, sir" "Again." "Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think, sir" Finally there was a little pause, a little rest. A couple of breaths snatched before he spoke again. "Once more." "Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think, sir" "Remember it. Let it sink in. Make it into a mantra. Repeat it over in your head any time your thoughts begin to stray." By now he was standing in front of me, holding the collar stretched out in both hands, the words emblazoned in gold facing me. PAREBO DOMINUS - I will obey my Master "You understand the symbolism of this moment. To wear this collar is an admission that you cannot help but openly recognise your superiors and that you cannot help but submit to us. "But to wear this collar also indicates your total surrender. When it is around your neck you will cease to exist as a separate entity. As our submissive all you will be is just something that we own, our possession. Something with no will of it's own, something that exists only to respond to us and please us." He paused for effect. "And does the prospect of becoming that something excite you?" "Yes, sir, it does." The 'it does' had fallen out of my mouth driven by my desire to show my willingness before I realised the mistake. "Oh dear," he said. "So soon." And then, barked out: "Stay there. Don't move!" He walked back up the hall and into the lounge, only to reappear moments later carrying a leather paddle. As he came back towards me he issued his commands. "Hands on the floor! Head on the carpet! Stick your sorry little arse out!" In a total panic now I complied. My head dropped until my forehead was pressed to the floor and the smell of the carpet filled my nostrils. I could no longer see anything and rising panic pumped adrenalin into my veins. A loud crack and sharp pain as the first blow fell on my buttocks was followed by a hard rain of six or seven others until he stopped as suddenly as he'd begun. He tossed the paddle onto the chair. "Up now, as you were!" I rose back up, my arse glowing with heat and put my hands behind me again. "You understand why that happened?" "Yes, sir." "Then tell me why." "I said more than I should sir." "Indeed. Learn from your mistakes otherwise you'll be leaving with a very sore arse." Once again he was holding the collar up in front of me, filling my eyes with it's message. "So," he said. "Are you still ready to become that something I was speaking of?" "Yes, sir." No mistakes this time. Then he turned the collar and brought it up and around my neck, leaning forward as he did, the front of his jacket up against my head. This was always a key moment for me, as I felt the collar being fitted in place. It symbolised the point where I ceased to be an independent being, my personal identity fading away until all that was left was total submisssiveness. This feeling washed all through my body, a physical change where I became that something with no will of it's own, something that existed only to respond to and please it's Masters that he had so eloquently described just a few moments ago. With Sir it always felt as if a metamorphosis passed through my body and soul as the collar was put in place, but with Gordon this feeling was intensified a hundredfold as I had no idea what to expect or what this evening held in store. In this new experience every moment was intensified a hundredfold. I was surrendering myself to the unknown, my only lifeline being Sir's assurance that all would be well. By then he'd finished buckling the collar. He pulled it a notch tighter than Sir did, making me only too aware of it's presence. When he'd finished he took the loop at the end of the chain in his hand and stepped back. "Up," he commanded. I pushed myself up and stood, making sure my legs were well apart and put my hands behind my back. He stepped up to the front of me, quite close, destroying any sense of personal space I might have still had left. Reaching down he took hold of my penis in his right hand to lift it. His left hand moved under it and took hold of me by my balls, lifting them slightly as his fingers began to rub and squeeze and pull gently at them. This sudden intimate contact took me to another level. There was no question of doubt or flight, only waves of pleasure in anticipation of where this was all might lead. His right hand let my penis drop and moved to rub over my chest, roving over it's contours as if familiarising himself with the feel of this new possession. The hand made it's way from side to side with his palm flat against me to tease at my nipples as it passed over them. He paused at my left nipple, then took it firmly between his finger and thumb and pulled slightly at it. He held me there in silence for a while, the only movement being his slow manipulation of my balls and the gentle tug on my nipple which soon assumed a slight up and down movement. My gaze stayed down, so his hand was in my direct vision. That slender hand with long nimble fingers that had so turned me on in the restaurant, now there before me once again, this time with my nipple firmly in it's grasp. I became lost in the intensity of the moment, feeling only the hot swell of my submissiveness as his hands worked on my body. It went on for several long delicious moments, until all of sudden he withdrew both hands and stepped back from me. He looked down. "Hmmm," he said. "Good." My penis was standing out rigid and swollen fit to burst in front of me. I hadn't even been aware of it, so engrossed had I been in the effect of both the feel of his hands on my body and the closeness of his physical presence in front of me. Close enough that I had been able to feel the warmth of his breath on my forehead as he touched me. I hadn't had any thought of my own sexuality from the moment he had taken hold of me. All that I'd been aware of was that I was being taken, that he was now taking full possession of my body. The sheer aura of power he gave off dissolved any resistance that I might have summoned up. I knew I was totally open and available to him. And I knew that he knew it too. It felt glorious. It felt right. He stepped closer again, slightly off to my left. His very closeness exaggerated my feeling of vulnerability, giving it a stark immediacy. "I want to instruct you as to how a submissive should see it's body. I suspect you still see it and think of it using the masculine terms you've used all your life. Is that how it is?" "Yes sir." "As I suspected. That is not appropriate for you any more, for as a submissive you no longer have any masculinity. You have to realise that as a collared sub you no longer represent any particular sex. You may have seen yourself as male, female, straight, gay, bi, trans, or whatever before, that makes no difference at all now. "One thing that is certain is that as a sub you will never in any way be seen as a man. Any so called man who willingly kneels before his superior man to suck his man's cock and swallow his man's seed has obviously surrendered every last drop of any claim to masculinity. He has completely lost any right to be referred to as a man. "Masters will mostly refer to your body and it's various parts using female terms as that is by far the most appropriate option. This is also the way you should come to think of them within yourself. To bring this about you will need to change your own view of your body and acknowledge the femininity of your sexual nature, along with your own personal psychology. You must drop all your preconceptions and develop a new view of yourself and your body, one that is far better suited to your naturally subordinate nature." His mouth was close to my ear, and he was speaking in flat matter of fact tones, as if explaining something obvious. One hand was resting on my belly now, the other stroking across my rump, in the same way that a trainer might with a nervous horse. "You can see how that would benefit you, can't you?" "Yes, sir." How else could I possibly answer? He moved away to the small table against the wall, opened the drawer and then turned back to me. He was holding a pair of leather wrist cuffs. "Hold out your hands." I obeyed and he fastened a cuff on each wrist. He clipped a short chain to one of them. "Turn," he said. I obeyed. "Hands behind your back," and once again I obeyed, allowing him to clip the chain to the other cuff. "Turn back to face me." I turned back, my arms now fastened behind me. "Down on your knees." I got myself down as quickly as I could, it wasn't so easy now with my arms fastened behind me. I let myself drop back to sit on my heels. He corrected me at once. "Don't sit back. kneel up, back straight." I rose up. He took hold of the loop on my collar chain and lifted it to my face. "Head up. Open your mouth!" As I did so he slid the leather band of the loop between my teeth. "Close your mouth. Hold this for me until I need it again. Don't drop it." He held another length of chain in his hand. It had a flat metal ring at one end, maybe six inches across. He took the other end and clipped it to the same ring at the front of my collar as it's own chain. Taking the other end by it's metal ring he moved round in front of me to crouch down and lay the ring on the carpet ahead of me, the chain rising in an arc back up to my neck. It was a much finer chain than the one on my collar. He swung round to look at me more from the side. "Lean forward a bit," he said. "Don't fall over, just get near to the edge of your balance." I did so, leaning forward until I felt close to losing my balance then drew back a little. As I did he took the metal loop and slid it away from me away from me until the chain tightened. The loop was now maybe four foot in front of me. "Good. Now don't move." He reached up to the drawer in the desk and came back down with a wooden peg in his hand which he placed standing up right in the centre of the metal ring. It was two or three inches long and maybe an inch in diameter. It didn't look very steady, it took him a couple of attempts to get it balanced. When he had it in place he stood up. "This is a test of your obedience. I have some things to do, and I want to ensure that you remain exactly as I leave you while I do them. This metal ring is not very heavy. I expect to see that peg still standing when I return. Don't disappoint me." With that he turned again and strode away up the hall. I heard a door open and close, but didn't dare raise my eyes enough to see which one it was. There was just something about him. I was so into being dominated by him that I was now playing this game whole-heartedly. My position wasn't that strenuous, but I was not so far from the edge of overbalancing. I couldn't pull myself back for fear of toppling the peg, so as the seconds and then minutes ticked by a constant attention was required to remain still. I didn't know how heavy the ring was, how much pull or even a twitch on my part would take it toward the peg. The peg that I really really didn't want to knock over. I don't know how long it lasted. When all is still and nothing happens the sense of time becomes distorted and impossible to keep track of. Eventually a few muscles did begin to complain, my body began to demand some movement. I kept my eyes fixed on the metal ring. I could move my body a bit at the hips to give some slack on the chain, but it added to the stress on my body, and there was the worry about how much I would pull on the metal ring when I did straighten up again. I soon came to realise it was a fairly devilish test. My eyes were locked on the ring and the chain that connected me to it. Above it all was a dawning realisation that I was not just doing all this in the desire to please this man whom I'd scarcely even met. On a deeper level, I was doing it to please my Master. He wanted me to please this man, and the pleasure and satisfaction I was gaining from doing that was ample proof of the submissiveness that lay deep in my nature. Only by following my Master's wishes could I find my proper place in the grand scheme of things. I remembered the mantra Gordon had told me earlier and tried repeating that in my head. Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think. Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think. Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think. I repeated it over and over slowly in my head, and began to move into a kind of balance where the desire to be released from this testing position began to fade. It was being replaced by the realisation that I should stop paying attention to my own self and turn my thoughts to Master's instructions. And his current instructions were that in this situation I should do these four things. Keep my head bowed, my eyes down, don't speak, and don't think. By repeating these four things in my head and staying still I began to be able to put what he wanted above what I wanted. He had told me to wait so I would wait. My role was simply to be obedient and accept his authority. And repeating the mantra left no room in my mind to wonder when this would end, how soon would he return, what lay in store for me. Don't think was by far the hardest of the four to achieve when waiting was all there was to do. But then, all of a sudden, the sound of a door opening. I jumped involuntarily at the suddenness of the sound, causing the chain to tighten and the ring to move for the first time. My heart leapt in fright, but thankfully the ring had only moved by a small amount. The peg still stood. Raising my eyes as far as I dared I saw his dark boots come into view, then the leather trousers, and as he came ever closer the cutaway at his upper thigh that framed his manhood which swung gently as he moved. He was once again revealed as the total Master of my imagination, and a new wave of total submission to the superior man swept over me. Closer and closer he came until he stood, legs apart, one foot on each side of the metal ring, his manhood directly in front of me. It was swollen but not yet hard, standing slightly out in front of him, curving down towards the floor. It had the sleekness I remembered, the snakelike shape that looked as if it could easily make it's way into any orifice offered to it. I wanted to taste it in my mouth again. "Good," he said. "You stayed still, well done. You show promise." This sudden praise took me aback, it was not what I expecting. He bent down to pick up the peg and metal ring, then unclipped it's chain from my collar. He tossed it onto the table. At last I could pull back fully upright and balanced. He reached down and took hold of the leather loop I still held in my mouth. "Open." I obeyed and he took it away, the bit that had been in my mouth shiny with my spittle. He wiped it off on my cheeks, then dried it using the hair on my head. He let it drop, to dangle against my penis. "Up now," he said and leaning forward he put his hands under my armpits and helped draw me to my feet. As I came up I was standing very close to him. "Well now," he said, "let's get a proper look at you." He walked around behind me and I felt him fiddle with the wrist cuffs as he unfastened their chain. He came back around to face me. "Arms up. Hands behind your head." He looked me up and down as I obeyed, linking my fingers together. "Feet further apart." I shuffled them away from each other until they were wide enough to make my position a little stressful. "That's better. It makes you feel more exposed. Elbows back more, open your chest out. Stand up straight." He paused as I shifted my position to suit. "Good. Stay like that. This is the display position. When a Master instructs you to display this is how you will stand. Totally exposed. Remember it." He stood looking at me for a good few moments before startling me by suddenly moving right close into me, slightly off to my left. One arm went round behind me to take me by my opposite hip and pull our bodies tight together. He kind of pushed my shoulder back so that his mouth was close up by my ear. It was the warmth of his body that first struck me, how warm and solid his bare flesh felt against mine. And how smooth and sensuous was that skin to skin contact, something I'd not experienced for more time than I cared to remember. The very touch of his body was seducing me. Down below, my hip was being held against his pubic area, and when he moved his his hips slightly as he held me against him I swear I could feel the swell of his penis against my thigh. His free hand was roaming around the front of my body, from my belly to my shoulders. Left, right, up, down, it moved in a firm decisive manner all over, as if taking possession as it went, nearing but never touching my genitals. But then, once again on my chest it headed like a bee toward a flower toward my nipple which it grasped hold of and squeezed. At the same time, his other hand dropped down from my hip to cup under one buttock to lift and grasp hold of it. He kneaded and pulled with one hand while squeezing and pulling with the other. Not fiercely you understand, just a gentle exertion of his authority, a means of saying I'm in charge without speaking. Slowly he moved on round to come behind me. Still his hand lingered on my nipple, but eventually it let go and began to move round to follow his body, stroking up and down my side as it did so. The feel of his hands on my body was just exhilarating, I just stood there, no longer fearful, just hoping this would go on for ever. By then he was fully behind me, both hands now together, one holding each buttock. "Arch your back, stick your arse out," came his voice from behind, and I did so. His hands grasped tighter, pulling my cheeks apart as he thrust his pelvis against me. As he did so his hands released my buttocks and slid round to the front of my hips to pull me tightly back against him. He used his grip on my hips to move me from side to side as he pressed his pelvis against me, grinding us together in a sensual motion. I could feel his penis thickening in the crack of my buttocks. I couldn't help but do what little I could to press my arse back against him. Then his grip lessened and he moved away a little. "Up straight again now," he said. As I straightened up his right hand slid up and down my flank before moving on round to rub it's way around the front of my body. Then he was back alongside me in the reverse of where he had started, one hand on my nipple, the other one again cupping and squeezing a butt cheek. By then I had relaxed into a state of euphoria, almost swooning, all fear forgotten, loving the feel of his hands on my body. As he rotated around me he had touched, stroked and squeezed at every square inch of my upper body and all I wanted was to somehow be able to submerge into him, for him to possess me utterly and completely. It wasn't him personally, it was this aura he had of complete masculinity that swept everything else away. I certainly wanted to serve him, but above all I longed to please him. His hand worked it's way down to rub my belly, and then down again to finally reach my penis. He cupped his fingers under the shaft to lift it, as if testing it's weight. It was swollen, but not yet hard. He squeezed the shaft a couple of times in an exploratory way. "This is an interesting organ. And quite impressive too, for a sub. So tell me, as a submissive, when you look at it what do you see?" I hesitated, unsure of what he meant. I didn't know what he wanted me to say. He gave a sharp tut-tutting sound. "Come now boy, you can't be that dumb!" he hissed as his right hand gave a sharp smack on my arse. His other hand left my penis and rose up to jab a finger at the end of my nose. "What's this called?" he barked. "My nose sir," I squawked. His finger jabbed at my chin. "And what's this called? "My chin, sir." Another slap on the arse. He was being sharp and demanding, rushing things along, confusing me. His hand moved to my chest, took hold of my right nipple and squeezed. "And this?" I winced. "My nipple sir!" His hand dropped down to my cock and lifted it again. "So what is this then? "My cock sir." I gabbled. "Finally! At last we get there," he said gruffly. "But with a bit of thought you will find that you are wrong on both counts. Your cock you say? Your cock?" It was a statement not a question so I kept silent when he paused for a few moments. "So it's 'your' cock all of a sudden is it?" he repeated. "But I have it on good authority that it's not been 'your' cock for some time now, has it?" He emphasised the word 'your' both times, almost drawled it out. Too late I realised my mistake. "No, sir." Luckily I remembered in time to just give the two word reply, and not to elaborate. As it was there was no need for his question followed instantly. "So who does it belong to?" "My Master, sir." "And for how long has he owned it?" "For about five months, Sir." "Exactly. And yet you still don't acknowledge that fact. That's very bad. If you were not a beginner, claiming to own something that belongs to your Master would be a serious offence," he said severely. Then his voice softened slightly. "But even beginners are expected to pay attention and not to have to be told everything twice. So you've just earned another spanking which will serve as a reprimand. I shall administer it later. It will help you to remember to think before you speak. You'll do well to remember this fact. A properly trained submissive will have learned to be fully aware at all times that his entire body belongs to his Master, so he would never dare to refer to any part of it as 'my'." He paused for a while, his hand moving slightly under my penis as his fingers began to close on the shaft. His thumb came over the top to rub on the top of the helmet. I had a vivid flashback to the last time he had held me like this, on the seat in his restaurant, amid all those people. Now they were gone, Sir was gone, and he had me all to himself. I still didn't know whether I should surrender completely to him but I knew for certain that I would. The little flutter of fear that this thought aroused in me was a delicious sensation, almost an aphrodisiac. "Now this," he said suddenly. "Back to what you call it. A cock you said. Tell me what the word cock means in the most basic technical sense that you can." I thought for a moment. "It's part of a man's reproductive organs, sir." "And what is it's use?" "To transfer a man's seed, sir." "Exactly. Part of 'a man's' reproductive organs. To transfer 'a man's' seed." Again he stressed the word 'man's' each time. "But you are no longer a man, are you? By becoming a submissive who serves real men you've given up all right to see yourself as in any way a man. Indeed, you've renounced any possible claim to any vestige of masculinity. You don't even merit being referred to as a man any more, do you?" "No sir," "Of course you don't. Only real men can use their cocks to fuck with, isn't that so?" "Yes, sir." "And subs like you don't fuck anyone do they?" "No, sir." "So subs like you have no use for a cock, don't you agree?" "Yes, sir." I hung my head lower, shamefaced.. "As a sub you've lost any right to even think of this as a cock any more, haven't you?" He gave it a squeeze. "Yes sir," "And you've not even been allowed to touch it since you met your Master, have you. How long is that now?" "About five months Sir," I mumbled my response, starting to blush. "Speak up!" he said sharply. "There's nothing to be ashamed of in acknowledging what you are." "About five months Sir," I managed to say it more firmly the second time. "And so you need to made aware that having a cock is surplus to requirements for you now. As a sub you have no use for this part of you as a cock, have you?" "No, sir." I was blushing in acknowledgement of what he was saying. His words were hitting home; blatantly stating the reality of my situation. "Good," he said. "So, to sum up. Only a real man is entitled to a cock. Only a real man can use a cock properly. But you are no longer a man at all, let alone a real man. So you have no right to see this as a cock any more. You acknowledge that as a submissive it no longer plays that role in your life. And so it's no longer appropriate for it to be referred to by any of those kind of masculine names, cock, penis, prick, dick, weapon, manhood, whatever. Words that signify the male sex no longer apply to you and your body. Or ever will again." "Your sexual parts need to be redefined," he went on. "Fresh terms are needed to describe them, new words that reflect their new purpose. The feminine equivalent is a good fit. Being described in this way by his Masters has a beneficial effect on the submissive as it confirms his total lack of masculinity. It will serve you well to adopt this view in your own thoughts." His thumb was rubbing around on the helmet again. My cock was stiff and swollen now. His fingers had left my shaft by now and slid up to join his thumb on my helmet, squeezing and rubbing and pulling at it. I was breathing in short shallow breaths now, almost panting in my arousal. "So, what role do you think this plays now it belongs to your Master? What use can he possibly have for it?" His fingers continued their dance on my helmet, stroking and teasing. Every little touch fanned my desire for release, making it impossible for me to think coherently, let alone think of an answer. "Well?" he prompted finally. "I don't know. Sir" was all I could manage to come out with. "Subs don't have cocks, boy," he said at last. "What this is now is the submissive's equivalent of the clitoris of the female. It's sole purpose is to serve as a device for Master to reward you for good behaviour, as well as to milk you with as and when he deems necessary." His hand moved away and he tapped my shaft. "Not this, this is just the stalk that carries it." His hand returned for his fingers to encircle the head again, rubbing and kneading it more firmly now. "But this . . ," he paused for a moment. "this isn't a cock any more, it's a clit. Your little clitty." I moaned at his touch. Maybe it was coincidental, but just at the moment he said 'your little clitty' the first batch of precum oozed out and suddenly instead of rubbing roughly against my skin his touch was slippy sliding all over my helmet as it became ever more erotic. I felt his breath on my cheek as he gave a quick laugh, he was still that close into my space. "Ha!" he said. "You see, it already knows what it is. Clever little clit, to react that fast." I was stunned by what he had just said. I mean literally stunned, I just couldn't think. All the while there was his close presence, one hand now back on my hip, holding my body side on and tight against him, the other hand teasing my erection, his fingers and thumb still sliding on the helmet, though more slowly and sensually now. "It may sound strange to you here and now," he went on. "but it's perfectly logical. You're not a man any more, your role is female now, so your cock head now serves as a clitoris. They both develop from the same root anyway. In time you will learn to see it that way and forget all about when you used to see it as a cock. "Besides, as a clitoris it becomes the only organ in the body designed solely for pleasure. As I just said, it provides your Masters with a way of giving you this particularly delicious kind of a reward whenever they think you might deserve it. Just as I am now doing with you. So you should be grateful to discover that you have one. As well as feeling honoured that a Master is currently deigning to use it to give you pleasure." There was a pause as his fingers continued to do their work. "You do appreciate that this is an honour, don't you? To be pleasured by a Master." "Yes, Sir." My reply was truly heartfelt. I did indeed feel honoured that he was granting this to me. "Then to thank me for taking the trouble would be in order, would it not? To show your gratitude?" "Ahh," I groaned. "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." He was hardly touching my cock any more now. It was standing out in front of me and he was using just a couple of fingers and his thumb to squeeze and rub around the very tip. Hardly touching, just letting me know they were there, teasing at me. I began to groan and tremble. And more precum leaked out, keeping it all really slick and slippery. "You see?" he murmured in my ear. "Such a willing and eager little clit, isn't it. How it dribbles with pleasure. Much better than a penis. How it loves to be handled, how it strains up for attention." His continuing touch brought another groan from my lips. "Don't you dare come! If you do there will be punishment." I don't think he believed I actually would, but still his voice was sharp and commanding. "Subs only come when Master tells them to." But he didn't test me further. His titillation lessened and then ceased as his hand moved away. "To emphasise this new view of yourself, from now on you will always pee sitting down. Only proper men may stand upright with their cocks hung out to pee, subs like you don't have cocks so they must drop their pants and sit so they can pee without touching themselves, just as women do. From now on that is what you will do. Pee like a girl. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Good. Make sure you remember." His hand returned to close around my shaft and begin to pump slowly back and forth along the length of my cock. "And there is to be no more of this for you, no more wanking. Master has already stopped you rubbing yourself, has he not?" "Yes, Sir." I remembered Sir saying he wanted me to come using my – my clit? - as he thought it was a more erotic way for him to see me climax. "Indeed, and very properly so.. Wanking is for men, not subs." He released my shaft from his fist. "Only proper men come by wanking, don't they? Only real men wank." "Yes, Sir." "Of course they do," he said, and once again his fingers and thumb began to squeeze and rub at my tip. "When a Master decides you may come, it will not be by pumping your shaft to make you come like a man, but by milking you, teasing your little clit with his fingers like this or using a vibrator on it so you come like a girl. From now on not only will you pee like a girl, you will come like a girl." His hand left my penis and began to rub gently on my belly as he squeezed me more tightly against him and murmured in my ear. "These changes are not to demean you in any way, they are merely a tool to remind you of your total lack of status as a sub that has been collared by a Master. It's all for your own good, and you'll soon get used to it. It will help to suppress any masculine urges you may still feel and encourage you to become even more pliant and passive. It will help you to become a good little sub." As he spoke his hands moved up my body and he took my head with one hand under my chin and the other at the back. He gripped tight, holding my head immobile as he pulled it toward him so his mouth was almost touching my ear. I felt a flash of fear at the power of this sudden exertion of his power. "And that's what you want, isn't it?" he breathed in my ear. "To be a good little sub for your Masters." "Y-yeth, Thir." I stuttered, my teeth held tight together in his grasp. I could feel the moisture of his breath inside my ear. Unlike Sir, he was slightly taller than me. That fact, coupled with his close physical presence gave me the feeling of being enveloped by him, of having no resistance, or indeed of there being no possibility of any resistance to him. I was so wrapped up in his power, enclosed in it that there was nothing I could do but obey him. His power exuded from him much more directly than Sir's did. He released my head as suddenly as he'd taken hold of it and stepped back away from me. "Of course you do. Your Masters know what's best for you. Now turn around and put your hands behind your back again." I turned to face away from him and felt him clip the wrist cuffs back together. "Turn back to face me." He was holding a length of cord. He reached down to my genitals and passed the cord around the root, as if taking it's measurement. When he had done he straightened up again. "Wait here, stay still. While I am gone I expect you to your best to curb your enthusiasm. It is unseemly for your clit to continue trying to draw attention to itself in such a blatant way." With that he went down the hall and disappeared into the kitchen. How to make my erection go away? Could I do that with willpower alone? I felt a bit apprehensive as I wasn't sure what he planned to do next, and my cock was still resolutely at attention. Maybe try his mantra? Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think. I closed my eyes and began to repeat it in my mind to try and divert my attention from my erection. I wasn't sure that it would work, but at the very least it would occupy my mind and stop me fretting about it. So I waited there, chanting determinedly to myself until I heard him coming back. When I opened my eyes I saw that I had been at least partly successful as my member was now drooping down though still somewhat engorged. He was carrying a bowl which he put on the table. I heard him open the drawer in the little table and take something out. He dropped to one knee in front of me and I saw he was holding what looked like one side of a pair of handcuffs, a hinged ring split in two. He held it open as he fitted it around the base of my cock and balls and as it closed I heard the clicking sound of the ratchet locking it in place. The metal felt cold against my skin as it fitted snugly around the root of my genitals. He spoke as he worked. "I gather your Master takes it on trust that you won't masturbate while he is not around. I am not so trusting, and that silly sheath is no guarantee. So while you are under my control there will be no possibility of you pleasuring yourself." What with his proximity and the occasional touch as he worked my penis had begun to swell anew. He reached to the table and brought the bowl down to the floor at my feet. I could see it had water and a cloth in it. He reached down and picked up the cloth, wringing it out. "We need to reduce your excitement. Your self control still leaves something to be desired," he said and bringing the cloth up he wrapped it around my penis. It was ice cold, and I gasped and winced as he folded it around my shaft. He held it there for some time until it began to warm, then dropped it back into the bowl, wrung it out and reapplied it, ice cold again. When he took it off again my burgeoning erection had disappeared. He took a tissue and used it to dry me off. His hand disappeared as he dropped the tissue back on the table, when it came back into sight he was holding a tube made of some kind of matt finish metal. It was slightly curved, about five inches long and roughly the same diameter as an erect penis. He slid it over my shrunken penis and clipped it to a link of the top of the ring. He took another part like a wire mesh basket which he raised to enclose my balls. It all happened very fast, so almost before I understood exactly what he was doing my genitals were encased in a metal shroud with no access possible. It was only as he snapped a small padlock in place to fasten all three parts together that I realised I was now locked into a chastity device. "There now," he said as he finished. He raised the device, wiggled it about a bit, then let it drop. "I have no further use for your clit this evening and this will put paid to it's constant attention seeking. And it will ensure that your hands don't get up to any mischief while you are not under my direct control. Don't be alarmed, it's not for constraint, it's purely for chastity purposes. It may be a little tight during nocturnal erections, but you may even find that pleasurable. There's a hole at the end so you can pee. If it chafes or irritates badly then you will let me know." I had no time to respond as he reached across to take hold of the chain dangling from my collar and slip the loop over his wrist. _____________________________________________________________________ Part Three - EXPERIENCE "Come!" he ordered decisively and set off down the hall towing me behind him by the chain as I stumbled to follow, careful of how I moved with my hands fastened behind me. I could feel the weight of the cage pulling my genitals down slightly, felt it's cold metal rubbing between my thighs as I walked. It was a strange sensation, being led on a lead through the flat like an animal by its trainer. And that analogy sent a frisson of exhilaration though my body as I knew it to be true, I was an animal being led by it's trainer. And I couldn't help but to find the rippling of his back muscles attractive as he walked. He led me into the lounge and pointed to the large rubbery mat in front of the sofa. "Stand there, face the sofa." he ordered. I went over and did as I was told, remembering to keep my legs apart. He came behind me and unclipped my wrists. "Lower your arms. Bend forward." he said, in the same sharp tone. "Hands on your knees." He stood beside me as I bent forward, one hand resting on the small of my back, the other stroking across my buttocks. "Time for your punishment" he said, and I felt his hand leave my buttocks then descend to deal a sharp blow to it with his hand. The blows fell hard and fast, all concentrated on the one buttock and the back of the thigh below in a fusillade that left me gasping. Twenty, thirty times he struck, I lost count. But as swiftly as it had started it stopped, leaving my rear feeling as if it was on fire. "There," he said, his voice a little more gentle now. "That was the spanking I promised you for referring to your little clit as yours rather than your Masters." As he spoke his hand had resumed rubbing smoothly and gently all over the area as if soothing it. But it turned out to be a brief respite when he spoke again. "But this next spanking...." he said. "This one is purely for my own pleasure". His voice had more of an amused tone this time as he began to beat me once again. On the other buttock and thigh this time, longer and more spaced out until my arse began to wriggle and my body to twitch. And harder too I reckoned, though it never got to properly painful. In a way it turned me on, and it was the turning on that caused the wriggling and twitching. Eventually he stopped and once again rubbed and stroked all over the area he'd just punished. The skin of his hand felt cool against mine, it slid over my body, I felt it's warmth on my skin. His touch turned me on, I felt somehow that it was an honour to be touched by him. His hand was moving in a kind of rotary motion covering all over the area but it slowly began to narrow down to centre on just my arse cheeks. Slowly his touch lightened until he was stroking me with his fingers, moving more and more to the centre until his fingers were moving up and down my arse crack, all the way from my perineum to my coccyx and back down again. These long strokes shortened each time until his fingers came to rest on the bud of my arsehole. One finger tapped at it a few times before he took it away. Again I could see him at the side, now putting a blue medical glove on one hand and taking a tube of lubricant in the other. He moved back behind me out of my vision. "Put your arms back and pull your cheeks apart." He paused, then his voice took a softer, almost lustful tone. "Display your pussy." I did as he said, but I was in a state of shock, acting like an automaton. My pussy? What did he mean? How could I have a pussy? I didn't have a pussy. Did I have a pussy? His words were so unexpected that it was not until much later that I began to comprehend what he had just said. But then all thought ceased as his finger returned, now coated with the cold slippery sensation of lube as it once again circled my hole tightly then began to probe. His finger teased at the entrance, pushing against my sphincter without penetrating more than a little. I felt my hips wiggle a little in response. He began to push deeper, moving in and out of my entrance in a kind of slow rhythm. Then it retreated and left me. It returned and I felt the sudden coldness of more lubricant on and in my anus. I felt totally exposed. His finger circled my hole once again before sliding into me again, deeper now, a good couple of inches. He worked it slowly in and out, twisting and wiggling it slightly as he did so. He reached forward with his other hand and took hold of the chain dangling from my collar. He pulled it up and round so that the chain was at my back and then drew his hand down my back tightening the collar so that I could feel its pressure against my neck and throat. As he pulled me back with the chain his finger slid deep inside me, all in one long slow movement right to it's hilt. In and in all the way until I felt his hand press against my buttocks. I drew a breath as the tip of his finger began to move deep inside me. The sensation of being held back by the collar while being impaled on his finger left me feeling totally overwhelmed, powerless and used. It was incredibly erotic and drew a deep groan of pleasure from my mouth. He leant across and spoke, his mouth close by my ear. "Good girl, good little pussy" he murmured. "You like that don't you." It didn't sound strange at the time, indeed in some strange way I felt my surrender to his will deepen even more at the sound of it. It just sounded right somehow. And then he began to finger fuck me slowly but deliberately, going all the way in and pulling back all the way out until it left me and my sphincter closed, before pushing through again to repeat the same long slow penetration all the way into my bowel. And again, and again. I think three or four times, maybe more he repeated it. I can't say, I was in no condition to count. But then he stopped, paused halfway in and out. I felt the tip of his finger begin to move in a circular stroking motion and suddenly the same feeling I'd had that night when Sir had put a vibrator against my buttplug erupted from that spot and began to radiate all through my body. The same feelings of my belly melting and seductive sensations flowing throughout my body were there, only more intense this time, more centred, and more overwhelming. Such was the intensity as the pleasure rose that my body began to move in response and deep inarticulate sounds were drawn helplessly from my mouth. It was nothing like the male orgasm, the pleasure just grew more intense like a wave, but it was a deep calm wave that melted me inside, not the kind of wave that will break at the point of a man's orgasm. It felt like this wave could go on for ever without breaking. My hips were moving around in response as the intensity grew but just then the movements of his finger became softer and slower until its circular motions ceased. It slid back deeper into me, away from that magic spot to just lie there, deep inside, silent, and slowly the waves of pleasure began to subside and I started to bring my breath back under control, to say nothing of my senses. But no sooner than I did, I felt movement inside me once again as his finger came back to stroke that spot again and the waves rose again. The intensity returned at full strength almost immediately as I arched my back and threw back my head and heard the plaintive moans once again fall from my lips. It had all the intensity of an orgasm, but without the desire falling off a precipice that comes with a male's ejaculation. Two, three times he repeated this cycle of bringing me up into ecstasy and then letting me come back down with just the use of his finger. And each time brought uncontrollable groans from my mouth as my body jerked and shuddered, not far from losing control of my legs and falling. Then all at once he stopped and his finger was gone. "A nice tight little pussy, I like that. And a responsive one too" he said. "Hands back on your knees now." I did as he said, but remained as I was, bent over, panting for breath as the waves of sensation reverberated inside me. I could still feel them radiating throughout my body from the spot where his finger had been. The experience had shaken me to the core, I'd never felt anything like it. It was similar in intensity to the feeling I had when masturbating at the moment I knew I was going to come, but softer and more delicate and totally without the urgency and inevitability of coming. It made my body feel fluid all over. But he gave me hardly any time to even begin to fathom what this feeling might mean. I heard him go away a few paces, waited, then heard him return. I was still bent forward looking down at the floor in front of me as his lower half came into my vision. And his arm and hand. And the riding crop he was holding. The sight of it raised a little frisson of fear in me. Maybe apprehension is a better word than fear. Yes, Sir had used the whip on me, but that was Sir, not Gordon and I didn't know how forceful he might be. I remembered that back in the restaurant he had asked Sir if he'd beaten me yet, and advised it as a good treatment. That caused me to shiver slightly. I knew Gordon had said this could stop if I needed, but I certainly didn't want that. But then any further thought fell by the wayside. "Time to test you with the crop." he said. His tone was matter of fact, final. Then his hand moved and it was gone as he moved away round behind me. He began softly, flicking around seemingly at random over all of the area he'd spanked just before. Little swats and stings at first, then nips, growing into smacks, then slaps, the rhythm speeding up along with the intensity. Repeating the same pattern, covering the whole area with sharp stings, working it's way around. Up onto my back, down as far as my knees. But with increasing force, getting harder and faster. Then easing off, dying down, before picking up the intensity again, feeling that insidious feeling of needing to arch my back to show him my desire for more. I didn't feel pain, in a strange way it was not painful, it was just an intensity of feeling which was more erotic than painful. Once again it made my spine begin to arch to try and turn my arse up to meet it just as it had when he was fucking me with his finger Once again it stopped as suddenly as it had started. Once again he rubbed his hand all around over my just beaten skin as if soothing it. He was standing close by my hip with one arm draped across my back, his free hand holding me by the hip. I liked the feel of his hand on my arse, it felt warm yet seemed to cool the burning in my arse as it moved over it. Then he released me and stepped back. "Put your hands back, spread your cheeks again." He moved back beside me and I sensed his arm going round behind me, Then came the unmistakeable feeling of cold lube at my anus, and the hardness of the tip of a buttplug moving up and down my crack teasing and tickling slightly before beginning to probe at the entrance. Even as he did that his other hand left my back and came round up to take hold of me by the collar. He didn't plunge in, just moved the buttplug in and out, a little further in each time until it began to stretch at my sphincter. As it began to stretch me he once again took me by the chain on my collar and held me unable to move forward to escape the intrusion. As he did so he leant toward me bringing his mouth close to my ear. "Just relax. Arch your back," he murmured, "You will take this. Unclench your pussy. Accept Masters wishes." His words brought a deep groan from me and his push grew harder into me as he spoke, And in that instant my arse finally relaxed and accepted the intrusion as the buttplug slid within and was trapped by the ring of muscle which grasped it firmly within me. "That's it, Good girl. And now with a nicely filled pussy," he said. "Stand up straight now. Hands back up on your head." I hesitated for a second, still lost in the sensations. Suddenly he took up the crop again and struck me with several stinging blows on my backside. "Now!" his voice was sharp and commanding. "Do what you're told! Don't stand there dawdling!" Immediately I moved back into an upright position. Legs apart, straight back, hands on my head. He gestured towards the rubber mat that laid on the floor in front of the sofa. "Down there on hands and knees. Face the sofa." I did as he said, dropping down to my knees on the mat and bending forward to rest on my hands. He came across in front of me and sat down on the sofa. He sat on the edge of the seat, then reclined to rest against the sofa, his arms spread out resting on the back of the sofa as he leant back in a pose of unquestioned authority. His legs were spread wide, his cock hanging down in front of me. "Forward a bit," he said and I shuffled forward until he said stop, his penis now barely an inch from my nose. I was starting to salivate at this magnificent sight, the alpha male displaying himself with total confidence right in front of me, certain in the knowledge of his control over me. I felt sure this was the moment that he would the command to take him into my mouth and I felt impatient for him to do so. But he didn't. Instead he reached down with one hand and lifted his penis up and away, holding it back against his belly. As he did he did so his scrotum lifted his balls up so they were fully revealed, hanging there together like two ripe plums in their bag nestling between his thighs. They were a good size and hung down well, one sitting slightly lower than the other. "Now then," he said. "Come, lick Master's balls." I leant forward, my tongue coming out as I did so to give a slow tentative lick from under one ball up his scrotum to the top. The skin was very soft, and my tongue seemed to catch on it, lifting the skin and rolling his ball back in it's bag as I went. When I got to the top where the ball sack joined his groin, I lifted my tongue, dropped my head and began again. "Aah, that's nice," he said. "Keep on like that." And so I licked my way up again and again, slowly working across from one side to the other until the entire front of his scrotum was shiny with my saliva. As I did so he began to talk. "It's an honour for a sub to be allowed so close to the source of Master's masculinity. I hope you appreciate it. Right there under your tongue Master's seed is being created, the seed that will be fed to you later." Each time my head came up as I licked his pubic hair tickled my nose. He gave more instruction. "Pull a little skin between your lips and hold it there." I obeyed, the skin was loose and easy to get a grip on. "Now raise you head. Keep hold of the skin." I did so and felt the weight of his ball pull at my lips as it rose inside it's sac. "Now let go." I did, and his balls dropped back down. "Aaah, yes" he said softly. "That's good. Now do it again with my other ball". I moved my mouth across and took some skin in my mouth, lifted it, released it and let the ball drop. "Very nice," he said. "Do that for a while, go from one to the other." And so I continued, falling into a kind of mesmerising ritual where this was all that existed, this going from one plum to the other paying homage to his manhood. His smell was strong and his pubic hair tickled on my face as I moved. The memory of him saying that the seed I was nuzzling at would soon be filling my mouth rang loud in my brain and spurred me on to perform for him as well as I possibly could. "Enough now," he said finally, just as my neck was beginning to ache a little from the repeated lowering and raising of my head. Then he rolled his hips slightly and lifted his right leg up and over to rest the heel of his boot on my lower back. His knee was splayed out, his genitals falling to one side leaving his groin exposed. "Come down now, bury your nose in my groin. Fill yourself with the smell of your Master." I leant forward, burying my nose into his crotch between his thigh and his genitals. I filled my lungs and my being with his essence, his masculinity, in a long deep intake of breath. An aroma I was already familiar with from the smell of my own master, but such was the power of Gordon's domination that I felt I was moving into a whole new experience. All my senses were inflamed, as was my desire. It was as if my whole personality was melting away, all my individual aspects were dissolving leaving me only as a hungry devoted pool of desire. "Take long slow deep breaths. Breathe me in," his voice came. "Move your nose around, rub your face against me, feel my skin." And so I did, intimately aware of the warmth of his thigh against my left cheek, his pubic hair tickling on the right. His intoxicating smell of deep musky maleness was very erotic. I rubbed my nose slowly up and down, left and right, breathing deep and holding a lungful before exhaling slowly already anxious to breath it in again. I was also aware of doing only what he said, anxious to please him and not transgress. "Part of your training is to acclimatise you to contact with the male body, it's aroma, it's feel, so as to make you as familiar with it as you have been in the past with the female body. Close contact with it will bring you easily to worship it. Do you enjoy my smell?" "Yes, sir." My reply muffled as I dared not lift my head to answer. "That's as it should be, all submissives naturally respond to the smell of a real man. Soon that smell alone will render you docile. Now, turn your head and rub your face on my thigh." So I turned my head away from his groin and pressed my face into the warmth of the flesh of his upper leg, moving it up and down left and right, seeking to touch it with every square inch of my face. The smell of his skin mingling with the smell of the leather that covered his thigh made a heady cocktail that I breathed in eagerly..As I rubbed my face against him I was moving into a space where his body and my contact with it were the only reality, the only thing happening in my entire world. I wanted to taste his skin and my tongue slid out automatically to began to lick at him just as it had done with his testicles. But then came a loud crack-crack-crack and a stinging pain as the crop came down hard on my lower back. "Look at me!" I started back from him and raised my eyes. He had the crop in his hand and looked furious. "What did I tell you to do?" I stared back at him, confused striving to remember. "To rub my face on your thigh, Sir," "Indeed. So what gave you the idea that you could start licking it?" My face reddened. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't think." "You're not here to think. You are here to learn obedience. To learn to do what you're told. You are not here to take the initiative. You are here to do only what I've told you to do, nothing else. And you will continue to do what I've told you to do and only that until I tell you otherwise." His tone was forceful and demanding. He raised the hand holding the crop. "DO! YOU! UNDER! STAND?" Each syllable was accompanied by a full blooded blow from the crop on the curve of my flank. I winced at each blow and caught my breath at the suddenness of it. "Yes sir." I lowered my eyes, crestfallen. "And now you've done it again. I just told you to look at me and now you've chosen to ignore that by lowering your eyes. Haven't you?" I raised my eyes up over his body to his face, and was once again transfixed by the power of his gaze. "Yes, Sir," I said shamefacedly. I already knew better than to add any apology. "You are being trained to perform, just like any animal," he said. "If you please me I will pleasure you, if you displease me I will punish you. Those are the rules." He gazed steadily at me for a few long moments, then a slight smile passed across his lips. "Would you like me to show you how I will pleasure you? "Yes, Sir." He raised his left hand, the one not holding the crop. He held a remote which he waved leisurely at me. "With this," he said, and as I saw his finger move on the dial a vibration started in the butt plug inside me. Those vibrations started up again just as they had done under his finger, the same waves of pleasure deep down there inside me that bypassed my genitals. As his eyes bored into me his finger moved on the dial and the vibrations grew. And fell. And grew. And fell. Not as sensual and intimate as the feeling his finger had given me, yet it grew and fell in a seductive rhythm until my hips began to move and my body tremble as I bit on my lips and began to writhe gently, wanting something to come that wasn't quite there yet. "You like that, don't you, little slut?" His voice was suddenly gentle and inviting. And the vibes went up another notch and the writhing grew. "Oooh, god, yes Sir." I almost dribbled as I spoke. He overlooked the extra words this time. "Of course you do. It's your nature. It's what you were made for." He paused for a while as his steady gaze continued to hold me transfixed. "All you have to do to get it is to do what I tell you and only what I tell you. Lose your sense of self, become completely obedient to your Master and you will get more of it." The vibrations grew again until I felt as if my whole sense of self, of otherness, was once again dissolving in this exquisite pleasure than was running wild through my body. Then, suddenly it stopped, and I was left suspended. "But do anything other than required of you, even begin to assume any free will of your own outside of your Master's instructions, and this will be the result." His voice once again commanding, the temporary gentleness gone as his other arm raised again and six stinging blows came down on my rear as I gazed back up at him, my eyes wide from the shock. "Now," he said, "put your face back down to my thigh and continue. But remember, do only what I tell you to, nothing more, nothing less." So I lowered my face back into the warmth of his thigh, moving it up and down, left and right, pressing against seeking as much contact as possible. The vibrations inside me went up a notch, confirming that my actions were pleasing him, and that thought gave me a warm feeling inside. His hand came down and pointed to a spot further up his body where his thigh joined his belly. "Work your way up here," he said. "But slowly, take your time." I started to slowly move up towards the spot he'd indicated, still rubbing my face against him. "Now you may use your mouth. Show your devotion with your lips and tongue." Immediately my tongue came out and I began to lick at his skin, entranced by the taste and feel of it. When I got to where his finger had been he pointed to the other side of his stomach. "Over to here now." And so I carried on, licking kissing and sucking at his skin as I moved slowly across following his finger. And then he began to talk to me. "Your Master has told me quite a lot about you, told me all about your journey from apparent heterosexual to devoted submissive. I know that in the past you've been attracted to women, even had long term relationships with a couple of them, but you could never really accustom yourself to playing the masculine role, could you? Instead you followed your instinctive need to please them, but you never quite knew how you were supposed to go about achieving it. That made you permanently unsettled and nervous, stopping you from just relaxing and enjoying the sex with them. And that meant that you could never really satisfy them, for what turns women on is a man's power and drive, his demonstration of the masculinity that you never had." As he spoke the sensations in my arse began to build up again, bringing me to the point where the tactile sensations of my mouth on his body, the vibrations down below and the sound of his voice all merged into one single need that swept all other thoughts away leaving me totally absorbed in the moment. His voice was calm and level, as if explaining obvious facts that needed no other explanation. "This all came about because you never delved deep enough into your sexual nature to realise that although outwardly your body shape looks masculine, internally, your sexuality is almost entirely feminine. It wasn't until you met your Master that you began to understand that. Your instant response to his dominant masculinity tore the lid off that little box you'd kept your true self hidden away didn't it, and allowed your submissive femininity to flood out and overwhelm you. The speed and enthusiasm with which you surrendered to him bears witness to this. Indeed, I gather that you have told him many times that for the first time you felt at home sexually." Even though the sensory overload that my body was experiencing felt overwhelming, his voice and the things he was saying came drifting through the mists of it to form part of it. Everything he was saying I knew to be true, it was just that I'd never thought of it in such direct terms. His hand came down and pushed my head back so I could see what he was doing. His finger drew a rough oval on the front of his body, his navel at the top, his pubic hair at the bottom. "Use your mouth here now, cover every inch." I dutifully slid my face as directed and began to savour it as he continued. "So now you know that this is your proper place, that this is where you were destined to be. You have now found your proper sexual role. Kneeling before a real man. Kneeling before a superior man to do his bidding. Kneeling to worship his manhood. It has to be a man, doesn't it, because only a man has a cock. Only a man can use your mouth in the way that you crave, only a man can feed you his seed. Only a man can penetrate your body with his, no woman can ever can. And that's your desire isn't it. For your body be taken, to be directed, to be used as an object that gives pleasure to your Master." The skin of his stomach was now wet and shiny from my tongue. He lifted his boot from it's resting place on the small of my back and put it back down on the floor. I was paying less attention to his stomach and more to his words now as he slowly, word by word, described my inner self so well. "In Ireland there's a legend that in days long ago men would suck on the king's nipples to show their submission to him," he went on. "That strikes me as a suitably subservient ritual for you to perform for me now." He indicated his right nipple. "Raise yourself up. Put your hands on my thighs, lean forward and show me that you are honoured to have my attention." I raised my hands and put them on his thighs, the first time I'd touched him, the first time my hands had touched another man. His skin was warm, firm and smooth to the touch. I leant forward to his nipple and touched my lips to it, still acutely aware of this new closeness to a male body, it was as if I was enveloped by his masculinity. My lips closed around the small nub, squeezing and releasing it once, then again, and again. It felt familiar, as I was always attracted to women's nipples, so this wasn't new to me. I began to squeeze and pull at it as I kissed, and felt it begin to rise and stiffen just as women's had done. His nipple was firmly set in place on his chest and easy to get to grips with compared to nipples set on top of the soft pliant mound of a woman's breast. Soon he directed my to the left one, so I licked my way across his chest to plant my lips on the other one. As I paid homage to that the vibrations began to build again. I realised he was playing with me and I loved it. "Don't just kiss," his voice was closer now. "Lick it and suck it as well." I seized eagerly on it with my lips, sucking it hard into my mouth pulling it from side to side. I drew it away from his chest until it popped out of my mouth, then laved it with with my tongue, getting it all wet with my saliva before sucking it back into my mouth to pull at it again. When he directed me back to the right one I swooped across and lathered it with my tongue before licking and sucking it furiously. He was now working the tempo of the buttplug so that the vibrations constantly rose and fell, and part of the intensity of my assault on his nipples came from the knowledge that despite his authoritarian manner he was consciously raising my arousal along with his own. Alas all too soon for me he exerted his authority again. "Enough now. Sit up again and look at me." Reluctantly I drew back and sat upright before him, sitting back on my heels, my hands still resting on his thighs. He looked at me calmly, then his gaze dropped and he gave a slight smile. Looking up at his body, leaning back as he was, legs spread and penis half erect below his flat stomach and smooth brown chest, totally in command and at ease, for the first time I felt the stirring of a physical attraction to the male body. All at once I became aware to what extent my long standing desire to possess the female body had been supplanted by the desire to be possessed by the male body. Masculinity was what I now desired and wanted to please, not femininity. "Time for you to show me what you can do," he said. "Use your mouth to get me hard." Almost before he had finished speaking I leant down between his thighs and my eager tongue lapped against the head of his cock, relishing the smoothness of the feel which turned to slipperiness as I coated it with my spittle, My mouth captured it and lifted it so that I could take the head into my mouth. My tongue swirled around it and my lips squeezed at it. I loved the feel of a semi erect penis in my mouth, swollen but still malleable enough for me to feel as if I was in control of it rather than simply receiving it, as if I had some power over it, all the while knowing that once it became fully erect any sense of control would vanish and only submitting to it would be possible.. It obviously pleased him too as it swelled and stiffened enough that soon it began to push up against the roof of my mouth as it stiffened. I had to lift myself up and forwards, my hands still on his thighs, to follow it as it rose until it was standing fully vertical, my head bowed down above it. I made a tight ring around it with my lips and by bobbing my head up and down rapidly an inch or two I caressed his helmet almost as if I was masturbating him. It swelled even further, now fully erect, and all too soon becoming hot and hard and unbending in my mouth. I heard a soft groan from above, but then he moved to sit upright, pushing me back with his hands on my shoulders so his cock was torn from my mouth. "Down," he said. "Back down on your hands and knees." I did as ordered, my mouth still hanging open, saliva dripping from my chin as I dropped back onto all fours. As he rose to sit upright his cock swung down from upright to horizontal, pointing straight at me. Only a couple of inches away from my mouth as I knelt on all fours before it, my back arched and head tilted back. "I want to see how much of me you can take. I know it's your first time so you will be rewarded for your efforts," he said. "Look at me." As I raised my eyes to meet his he held up the hand holding the remote control and as his finger moved the vibrations in my arse rose again. My hips moved as the pleasure increased until a groan fell involuntarily from my lips. He held my gaze steadily, enjoying the pleading look in my eyes until finally his hand moved and the vibrations died away again. "The deeper you go, the more of that you'll get. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Now look back down at my manhood. Think only of how you want to please it." I dropped my eyes to his member, standing out strong and firm in front of me. The vibrations had died back to a murmur again. "Off you go then." So I leant forward and took him back into my mouth, not caressing the tip this time but sliding my lips down his shaft until his helmet reached the entrance to my throat. As I went the vibrations picked up sharply in my arse but then as his cock pressed at the entrance I had a sudden gagging reaction and instinctively pulled back. The vibrations dropped. I moved forward again and felt the same reaction of nausea, but held it there for a few seconds before having to draw back off him to take a breath. I was choking and coughing as I panted for breath. "Good boy," he said. "Again. The gagging's only a feeling, you can overcome it. Hold it there as long as you can and get used to it." And so I did, pushing myself down his length until I got to my throat again as the sensations in my arse swelled up again. These sensations were overpowering, making me arch my back and move my hips as they radiated out from my arse forcing my attention away from the discomfort in my throat. But then I began to feel I was going to choke and had to pull back sharply once again to splutter and dribble as I panted for breath. "Again," he said. "Take a deep breath and hold it. All you need is a little push." His voice was gentler now, more encouraging, coaxing even rather than demanding. It made me want to please him. So I filled my lungs and leant forward on my hands and knees once again taking him in my mouth and sliding deep all the way to the back in one smooth movement. I felt the nausea begin to rise as it neared my throat, but stopped still and waited until I got on top of it. A weird feeling swept over me. The dual sensations in my mouth and my arse seemed to join together like a bolt of lightning through my body and suddenly I wanted the cock in my mouth to reach all the way down through my body to merge with the sensation in my arse so that his penetration could reach all the way through my body. So I began this slight rocking back and forward, push, push, push my nose nearer to his pubes, push, push, push his cock at the entrance to my throat so that I could take it deeper inside me, nearer to it's destination. I ran out of air, so I backed off until just his helmet was left in my mouth but I held it there while I snuffled and snorted through my nose. I didn't want to let go of him. Once I'd filled my lungs again I pushed forward onto him again, as before going straight to where I'd left off, teasing back and forward pushing at the entrance, my body's panic at these new sensations beginning to be assuaged. And then on one slightly more definite push my throat suddenly swelled as his head suddenly began to make it's way further. I felt it begin to open but almost immediately my throat constricted automatically and squeezed him back out. I had to pull back to cough and catch my breath. "Aaaaahh. Yeeesss!" I heard him say. "That's it. Do it again." And so I did, plunging eagerly all the way down until once again my throat began to open only to thrust him out again. In again. Out again. Backing off of him to pant and dribble and cough and refill my lungs. Two, three times. Getting used to it. Hearing his breath hissing through his teeth. His penis hardening. And the overwhelming sensation of wanting to please him. Then all of a sudden it went further, past the point where my throat muscles could expel it. My throat continued to constrict to try and drive it out but it didn't work and only stimulated him further as it squeezed away at him. Eventually I had to pull back off him and as I drew away, mouth open, saliva dripping from my mouth, I heard him speak again. "Oh yes, that's it, that's really it." His hand ruffled my hair and weirdly I felt really proud of myself. "Take a breath. Do it again." And so I did. I breathed deeply then pursed my lips around the head of his penis and leant forward to slide them down his shaft until his helmet arrived at the entrance to my throat. There was a hiccup there, as I wasn't pushing firmly enough. My throat constricted, pushing him back out again. That embarrassed me, so I pushed forward again so that my throat swelled and it lodged inside me once again. I held it there, suspended in the moment, but suddenly aware of the vibrations in my arse mounting to a level of intensity than ever before. The overwhelming sensation of my entire being melting into just a vast swamp of neediness, the need to be possessed, to be taken, to simply accept the passage of his cock deep inside me, filling me, seeding me with his masculinity. "Go all the way down. I want your nose to touch my belly." A wave of almost orgasmic intensity swept through me that I realised this was it, this was the joy of submission. Total surrender and total penetration, giving him complete control over me. After all he was blocking my airway so I depended on him for my every breath. But more than that was that I wanted all the penetration he had to offer. I pressed forward even more and felt his pubic hair beginning to tickle my nose, smelt his smell deep in my nostrils as I moved forward even more until I was pressed against his belly with his entire length buried in my gullet. But then I had a sudden reminder that my airway was blocked and I might run out of air causing me to panic and push back off him all in a rush. My mouth gaping open I panted and coughed. His penis stood out rigid before me, it's surface shiny with it's coating of my saliva. It looked ready to burst. "Rest a moment," he said. "Look at me." One hand tilted my chin up and I met his gaze. "Good boy. It would be simple for me to force your throat open right here and now, but it's so much better if you learn to take it voluntarily. Because then we will all know that you do it of your own free will. And one part of the training your Master wishes you to undergo at my hands is to acclimatise you to these sensations to the extent that you can relax and allow your Masters to use your throat as and when they may wish. "So you will now do an exercise to help bring this about. I want you to take a good breath, go all the way down. Count slowly to five then come all the way up and off. Take another breath, go down, wait, come off. Repeat this until I tell you to stop. Can you do this?" I met his gaze. "Yes, sir, I can do it." He nodded and gave a smile. "Good boy," he said. "Off you go then." And so I did. I filled my lungs, then drove determinedly forward so that this time I caught my throat by surprise and pushed through it before it had time to react. My nose met his belly. My throat was stretched, fully blocked. Yet I remained calm, and began to count slowly in my head. No shortage of air in my lungs. When I got to five I withdrew, not all of a rush, just slowly and surely, though when his helmet got to my throat opening there was a sudden involuntary squeeze of the muscles that shot him back into my mouth as I drew back off him. As I panted a few times then began to fill my lungs again, my gaze was fixed on his penis as it stood just a couple of inches in front of me. I wanted it. I wanted to thrust myself onto it, to drive it deep inside me, I wanted it to penetrate me completely. It was a physical longing for it, a need to have it inside me. I felt it's pull throughout my body. And so I did it again. And again, three, four times, counting to five more slowly each time as I began to relax into it. There was the occasional feeling that I might retch as the head of his cock passed in or out by my soft palate, but that was all. It was a heady feeling to press my nose against his belly and slowly count to five while finally experiencing how it felt to have my throat filled by a rampant master. I say finally, as I'd often wondered how it might feel, that I can't deny. But I'd always thought of it with trepidation, imagining that it would involve a kind of a rape of my throat, an assault where a master would use pure force to bury his full length inside me while taking no account of my own feelings. This was so different. I was doing it of my own will to please him. And knowing that I was acting according to his instructions was very helpful. I had no need to worry whether or not I was pleasing him because I was simply doing what he had told me. And each time I went down it became a little easier, and I stayed there a little longer, the five seconds beginning to stretch as I became more at home there. And the oh so seductive feeling of the vibrations deep in my arse, regularly rising to a new intensity as I swallowed him and dying down again each time I withdrew. It made the whole thing into long slow rolling waves of pleasure that was like being on the edge of coming without ever getting there. But then it all changed as suddenly I felt his hands on my shoulders and heard his voice. "That's enough now," he said. "It's time for me to take charge." He pushed me back away from him until his cock left my mouth. His hands moved to take my head in a firm grip between them and he began to rise from the sofa. As he rose his hands pushed my head back and pulled me up until he was standing and I was kneeling upright, his penis still on a level with my mouth. Now he had taken charge. A frisson of fear laced with panic washed through me. Was this when the harsh pounding assault would take place? But he did none of that. "Breathe in," he said and as soon as I did he guided himself back into my mouth, pulling me toward him, his hips moving forward so his penis advanced slowly and steadily through my mouth, into my throat and on until once again my face was pressed against his belly. And then he began to count the seconds. "One . . . . . Two . . . . . Three . . . . . Four . . . . . Five." Repeating the same as we had done before, only this time with him in control. At five he immediately began to slide back out of me, again in one long steady movement until he came out of my mouth and I could pant freely. "Deep breath" came the command and the cycle started again, three or four times he filled my throat then abandoned it. In a way it was more exciting this way, to submit totally and be used so blatantly. I had no need of thought any more, I could simply respond to him and be carried along on the wave of total passivity. He did vary it. One time he toyed with my gag reflex. He pushed just into my throat, then pulled back, then in, then out, opening and closing my larynx, teasing at the most sensitive spot. After three or four times I felt my gorge begin to rise, felt I was going to throw up, but he recognised it and pulled straight out allowing me to breathe and cough and splutter. "Again." he said. "Breathe." And straight away did it again. Another three or four goes at the entrance to my throat. Again my gorge rose, but this time he pushed all the way in again and waited till my chest relaxed. "I know it's unpleasant, but it's a necessary part of your training." he said, in a matter-of-fact way as he began to slide out again. "All subs throats need to be trained, and you are no exception. We'll soon get you used to it." He gave me a moment to breathe, then he made his way back in in one long slow irresistible movement all the way to his pubes. He didn't wait long before he withdrew, but when he did he stopped leaving just his helmet in my mouth. For the first time I had space to use my tongue and I instinctively began to use it to lather all over every bit of his manhood that I could reach. His hand came down to take hold of his shaft and he began to rub up and down it as my lips continued to suck on his cockhead. The sight fascinated me, to be this close to a powerful man and watch as he pleasured himself. And to play my part. He didn't pound away at himself, far from it, just sliding his hand steadily and deliberately back and forth, not rushing. I could feel the movement of his hand through his penis. "Suck harder now." His voice was tensing up a little. I redoubled my efforts, using lips and tongue to attack his cockhead, licking and dribbling and sliding over it. I soon got a reward. "Aaah yess, that's nice." His voice was quieter now, more distant, as if absorbed in the moment. I could see his grip on his manhood tighten more, but his rhythm now began to slow rather than speed up as I'd expected. I had pursed my lips tightly now and was sliding them back and forth over his cockhead in time with his fist, so that both advanced together until his hand brushed against my nose before both retreated. It felt good to me to follow his lead as he slowed more and more. His cock felt rock hard now, there was hardly any give in it's stiffness, even at the cockhead itself. He slowed more now, but it was still entirely purposeful, seemingly drawing out his pleasure by will power alone. "Stay still now, don't suck, don't lick." His other hand was on the crown of my head now, just resting there, not directing my head at all. I could feel a growing charge in the air, feel his masculinity radiating out of him, hear his breathing getting deeper and more forceful. Now I felt a pressure from the hand on my head, tipping it back slightly as his penis retreated so only the very tip stayed between my lips. His hand was still keeping the same slow movement of his shaft. "Open your mouth, put out your tongue." As I obeyed the hand tipped my head back more as he pulled his penis a little away from me. The helmet was shiny with saliva and swollen, almost purple in it's intensity. I knew he was close to coming. "Raise your eyes," he said. I looked up to meet his gaze. It penetrated me instantly, pinning me to the spot as surely as an insect on a pin. "Look up at Master as he feeds you." His hand gave a couple more slow purposeful strokes on his shaft, his body beginning to quiver a little as if it was starting to lock up tight. Then a deep growl came from him as the first jet of his seed shot out. It missed my mouth, landing on my forehead leaving a trail down over my nose as he redirected it toward my mouth. The second shot went straight over my tongue into the back of my mouth forcing me to swallow, and then the third followed it out onto my tongue as his intensity lessened. A sudden silence fell on the room. He didn't move, I didn't move. His hand still rested on my head. I could see his body starting to relax, the tension draining out of it. My seed laden tongue was still out and the head of his penis so close by that I couldn't help but lean forward to slide it over my tongue, pursing my lips to welcome it back inside me. Some of his seed leaked out of my mouth, I felt it run down my chin. I was still transfixed under his gaze. He moved to take my head in both hands again, gently now, then slid his penis slowly deeper into my mouth, held it there, then withdrew. He repeated it again, then when he'd pulled almost clear he slid one hand down along the length of it to drain the last drops of his seed onto my tongue. Then he stepped away and let himself drop down onto the sofa to relax back against it. He indicated with one hand to the floor just in front of him. "Come," he said still panting slightly, his voice a little hoarse. "Sit yourself down here and rest for a moment." So I moved forward to settle down on the floor between his legs with my back against the front of the sofa. I let my head drop to rest on his leather clad thigh. The taste of his seed was strong in my mouth and throat, and the intensity of his orgasm left no room for regret at the lack of mine. His hand rested on my head. I felt fulfilled, well fed, satisfied. And surprised at this small moment of intimacy, it was the last thing I had expected. I closed my eyes and let myself drift as I rested there. * * * * * * * * My apologies for the length of time this chapter has taken to appear. Hopefully the next one will take a bit less time, though I can't promise! Comments and suggestions are always welcome at john_pearce321@yahoo.com Many thanks to everyone who has commented on the story so far!