Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2021 18:10:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: John Pearce <john_pearce321@yahoo.com>
Subject: Erotic Domination-7

Thanks to Nifty. Please contribute so that we can all continue to enjoy
this great archive of stories.


CHAPTER SEVEN – SERVING MASTER GORDON – Part Three


Part One – INTO MASTER GORDON'S LAIR


I looked at my watch. One minute to three. I was still early. I looked
around again at the street. It was quite busy, there were people around
going from shop to shop, looking quite innocent and carefree. I envied
them. They would just be getting on with their normal lives for the rest of
the day, doing all the things they normally did in the way that they
normally did them. None of them were on their way to surrender themselves
to a Master that they scarcely knew. None of them had their genitals
trapped in a metal casing that a Master had placed there as I did. None of
them were carrying a bag containing the collar that a Master would place
around their neck as I did. None of them were wearing only the clothes that
a Master had told them to wear as I did. Just wear a t-shirt, trousers and
shoes, nothing more, Master Gordon had said. I felt like I stuck out a
mile, as if there should be a large illuminated sign pointing down at me
from overhead. Look here, look at this one, its flashing neon would
say. This one is different, this is the one that you should all point out
and stare at. It seemed incredible that nobody was taking any notice. I
felt that they would only have to look at me and my hidden secret would be
obvious.

I was very nervous, but so far I had managed to control it by remembering
what Sir had told me about how to deal with the fear of the unknown.
Something is going too happen is what he said, you don't know what but it
excites your nervous system,. If you fear that thing then you will feel
apprehension and inhibit the enjoyment. If you accept that thing with trust
then you will feel anticipation and look forward to the enjoyment of it.
What is happening in your nervous system is the same, it's just the way you
look at it that makes the difference. Yet still the blood pounded in my
ears and my throat was dry as I tried to swallow my fear.

I turned to my watch again. One minute past three. Three knocks, Master
Gordon had said. At five past three. Not a minute before or a minute later,
he had ordered, but at five minutes past precisely. In only four minutes
time I would have to make myself go the door and knock. I hoped I could do
it. It would be more humiliating to not do it than it could possibly be to
do it. I would have to explain to Sir. I would have let him down.

I looked around the street again, at the shops and the people, then looked
almost directly across the road at the restaurant on the other side of the
street. It had the usual slightly recessed door in the centre, with large
plate glass windows on either side. But whereas the windows of all the
other shops and businesses were clear so the inside was open to view, at
the restaurant both windows and the door had their blinds down, giving a
blank face that hid the inside from view. It stared back at me with an
enigmatic and forbidding air. What goes on in here is private it said to
me, not for public view. Enter here and you enter the unknown. This is
Master Gordon's lair, and you can't see it until you are in it.

I shivered slightly, then looked at the time again. Three minutes past. It
was time to act, not think.

'Eyes down, head bowed, don't speak, don't think' swam back into my head. I
tried to concentrate on the last of the four.

I crossed the road and loitered for a bit, watching the second had tick
round as it approached its final sweep. My chest was tight, my heart
pounded but still I stepped across to the door when the time came,
disregarded the closed sign hanging on it and gave the three distinct
knocks that would set what was destined for me in motion.

There was a pause for what seemed ages, but was probably no more than a few
seconds. Long enough for part of me to suggest that there was still time
for me to make a run for it, but my determination quashed that desire
immediately. Then came the sound of the latch being undone and it was too
late anyway.

The door swung open. I recognised the person standing there facing me
straight away. It was Adrian, the waiter that had served Sir and I on our
visit, the waiter that Master Gordon had taunted with my cock. He was in
the same waiter's uniform he had worn that night.

"Hello!" he said, a big smile spreading across his face. "Come in."

As I entered I was aware of noise and movement going on around the tables,
but I kept my awareness on Adrian as he shut the door and came round to
stand in front of me.  It was as if he was the only trace of normality left
for me to grasp onto.

"It's great to see you again!" he said enthusiastically, giving me that
smile again. He was a little shorter than me and very slightly built. His
eyes crinkled up as he smiled at me. "Master says you are to wait for him
here."

"Thank you." It was all I could manage, my throat was dry and tight, but I
did manage a bit of a smile.

"This is still all very new to you, isn't it?" he said. He sounded friendly
and sympathetic.

I nodded. "Yes."

"You must be pretty stressed out then?"

"Oh yes, very much so," I said emphatically.

"Of course you are. But there's no need, you'll be fine I'm sure. Just try
and relax and let yourself enjoy what happens. You'll come to no harm at
Master's hands I assure you."

"Thank you." I was so nervous that my voice came out all dry and croaky.

"But I mustn't talk too much now," he went on, "or Master will be telling
me off for chatting when I should be working." His eyebrows came up in a
sort of 'ah well' resigned expression. He seemed so normal, not what I had
expected. This was not at all my idea of a down trodden submissive's
attitude. He was so relaxed, at ease and genuinely friendly that he began
to calm me down immediately.

"Just remember to stand in the right way," he went on. "Hands behind your
back, legs apart, all that kind of thing. And be sure not to look Master in
the face unless he tells you to. That's the ultimate no-no with him, but I
expect you already know that."

"Oh, yes." I was already shifting my legs further apart as he spoke,
remembering Master Gordon's stern reaction when I failed to spread them
wide enough for him before. He gave me another big friendly grin.

"I must be off now. Maybe we'll get to chat a bit more later. Good luck!".

With that he turned and left to join the others, leaving me to take in my
surroundings.

It was a hive of activity. Apart from Adrian there were another four young
guys resetting the tables in preparation for the evening after the lunch
period. One of them was also in a waiter's outfit, the other three were in
slightly soiled white clothes, obviously kitchen lads drafted in to help
get it all done more quickly. The clatter of crockery and the chinking of
cutlery filled the room as they moved about. Over to the left was an older
man sitting behind the bar filling in some kind of a ledger. And there, at
the back of the room, on the very bench seat where Sir and I had sat, was
Master Gordon sitting alongside a man all in white, obviously the
chef. Their attention was firmly fixed on the table in front of them, maybe
planning menus or food supplies or something. Even though his attention was
elsewhere and he was taking no notice of me, the very sight of Master
Gordon was enough to make me hurriedly lower my head and take care not to
look directly at him.

In fact, the one thing I did notice was that none of them were taking any
notice of me, no curious glances as to what this stranger was doing
standing passively by the door, they all carried on as if I wasn't there. I
wondered what was going to happen. I assumed that at some point Master
Gordon would come and collect me, to take me off to some private inner room
where he would have me undergo whatever it was that he might have in store
for me. Had I known how wrong I was my nervousness would have overwhelmed
me.

I kept my head lowered, occasionally raising my eyes as much as I dared to
check whether Master Gordon was still occupied at the table with the
chef. My nervousness started to retreat a little as time passed, but then
it rose to new heights as I saw him stand and begin to move towards me. He
was wearing a long black leather coat, a frock coat that reached down to
mid thigh, double breasted and buttoned up to the neck.

He came and stood in front of me. My breath caught in my throat, I could
hardly breathe.

"Hand me your collar."

He took it out of the bag, handed the bag back to me and told me to put it
on the chair by the next table. As I obeyed and then began to turn back to
face him he spoke again, instantly displaying his authority.

"Look at me!" I raised my eyes, only to be fixed by his stern gaze. His
voice was loud, commanding, rising above the general hubbub in the room. He
held my collar up in front of me, the lettering facing me.

"What does this say?" His voice was as stern as his gaze.

"Parebo Dominus, Sir." I instinctively felt I'd done wrong in some way in
his eyes, and my stomach tightened in fear of possible retribution.

"And what does it mean?"

"I will obey my Master, Sir."

"And who is your Master at this moment?" I could feel my face reddening
under this public humbling but I dared not look away,

"You are, Sir."

"But you haven't obeyed me have you? You have disobeyed my instructions."
There was a pause. My mind whirled in a daze, I could hardly think.

"You are still clothed. Why are you not naked?" This sudden interjection
threw me completely. I was unable to think of what to say. I opened my
mouth but only sounds came out.

"I . . er. . um. . ." His voice was louder now. sharp and like a whiplash
as he cut short my attempt at a reply.

"Do you not remember the instructions I gave you?"

"Um . . I . . er . ." I still couldn't form any coherent words.

"Did I not tell you that you should always be naked in my presence unless
told otherwise?" As soon as he said it I remembered.

"Y-yes Sir"

"Yet here you are still fully clothed in front of me. That's very
disrespectful of you isn't it?"

I mumbled something, still only able to make sounds. I couldn't form any
words.

"You have disobeyed me, haven't you?"

"Yes, Sir." There was nothing else to say.

"And you know what happens to submissives who disobey do you not?"

"Y-yes S-sir." I was hesitant now, my stomach beginning to churn in fear.

"What happens to them?"

"T-they get punished, Sir."

"Indeed they do, as you will find out," he said menacingly.

He paused, still fixing me with that stare that froze me to the spot. When
he spoke again it was loud, commanding.

"So, what are you waiting for? Do you want your punishment doubled? Don't
delay, get those clothes off NOW!" His raised voice seemed to echo around
the room, wrapping its urgency around me.

Almost in a trance I obeyed instinctively, taking hold of my t-shirt and
pulling it over my head. He indicated towards the nearest table. "Put your
clothes on the chair, then kneel in front of me."

I dropped the t-shirt onto the chair on top of the bag for my collar.

"NO! Fold it properly, don't be sloppy!" My fingers fumbled as I picked it
up and made an attempt to fold it before putting it back. Then I kicked off
my shoes, and hesitated for a moment with my hands at the waistband of my
jeans.

"Well?" he said, eyebrows raised questioningly.

As if in a dream, I undid my flies and pushed the jeans down, bending over
to step out of them, overwhelmingly self conscious at the suddenness of
being revealed stark naked and caged right there in front of everyone. I
kept my eyes lowered and firmly fixed on what I was doing trying to block
out the public nature of my nudity. I fumbled again with my jeans as I
tried to fold them before putting them on the chair.

"Pick up your shoes, put them on top. Keep things tidy."

I bent to pick them up and put them on the chair on top of my clothes
before turning back to him and dropping to my knees in front of him, my
gaze firmly lowered. I did manage to remember to spread my knees wide and
put my hands behind my back. Now at least his presence close in front of me
did help to obscure my nakedness from the room in front of me.

"Lower your head," he said, and as I bent forward he passed the collar
around my neck to fasten it. He was close enough that the smell of leather
from his coat filled my nostrils, the smell that I associated with him from
the chaps he had worn before and I suddenly fell completely under his
influence. The sounds from the room dropped away from my consciousness and
there was only him now, nothing else.

When he had fastened the collar he took the loop at the end of the chain
and brought it up toward my mouth, which opened automatically to receive it
as I had before, but this time he put the end of the chain between my teeth
for me to hold it, leaving the leather loop dangling down from one side of
my mouth.

"Up," came the command, and I got to my feet, legs apart.

"Now take the display position. Do you remember how to do that?" he said
with a hint of sarcasm. I wasn't at all sure, but raised my arms to put my
hands behind my head.

"Good girl," he said. I was relieved to have done something right. "Elbows
back, stand up straight." And then he turned and moved away towards the
bar, leaving me in full view once again. The sensation of exposure was
overwhelming. I was acutely aware that the chastity cage was now on full
view dangling between my legs, but once again nobody was taking any
notice. The lads continued with their work on the tables, the chef still
sat at the table away at the far end writing something.

Master Gordon exchanged a few words with the man at the bar, then came back
towards me. I could see that he was carrying some things which he put on
the table off to one side out of my vision. I didn't dare turn my head to
look. Then he was in front of me again, a leather paddle in his hand.

"Turn and face the door." I obeyed. "Bend forward, hands on your knees." He
moved close by my left side and I felt his hand press down on the small of
my back.

"Arch your back, present your arse." I pushed my back into a curve under
his hand, feeling my backside lift as I did so, and felt his other hand
stroke its way across my buttocks. "You need reminding that you must listen
to your Masters and obey their orders. Hopefully this will encourage you to
do so."

I felt him turn away as he addressed the room.

"You may all pause and watch now," he called out in a voice that
carried. And then all of the noise and bustle ceased, leaving only a
silence that seemed louder in my ears than the noise itself. Suddenly I had
nowhere left to hide, I was the centre of everyone's attention.

Everything seemed to stop for a few moments but then he turned back
tightening his hold on my hips as his other hand brought the paddle down
forcefully on my buttock with a loud crack that filled the room. I gasped
and winced as he began to beat me with it, first on one cheek and then the
other. His other arm moved around to my side, holding me tightly against
him as the blows fell, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and
deliberate until I began to whimper involuntarily. The blows fell on either
cheek and worked their way down onto the back of my thighs, up again and
down again, setting the whole area on fire. I don't know how long it went
on, it slowed and speeded up until I lost count of the blows. It seemed as
if it might go on forever. I heard little grunts of pain come from my lips.

But then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and I felt his hand stroke
its way across my cheeks, rubbing at my skin as if to ease the pain. I
could hear him panting slightly with the effort he'd put into it. His other
hand still held me at the hip.

"Let that be a lesson to you," he said. "Now bring your hands back and
spread your cheeks. Show everyone your pussy."

So I did as he said, taking my hands from my knees and passing them back
around my body to reveal myself. My face burned with embarrassment at this
all too public humiliation. I felt all their eyes staring at my anus,
boring into it it seemed, with the metal chastity cage still on full view
just below it. I think at that moment I briefly wanted to run away although
of course I knew I couldn't even if I wanted to. It wasn't in my power. But
then I forgot all about the eyes.

As I held my cheeks apart Master Gordon began to rub his hand up and down
my crease, all the way down and round to just behind my cage where it
pressed hard making a circular movement before moving back up again. It was
a strange sensation, that pressure. When it came back down again I was
hoping to feel it again, and sure enough I did, only longer and harder this
time. I'm sure I raised myself on my toes and moved my hips a bit in
response, the feeling was very nebulous, but seductive. But then his hand
slid back up again to centre on the bud of my anus, rubbing against it in a
circular motion. There was the sudden cold sensation on lube there, and the
tip of his finger worked it into the opening. There was a slight pause
then, before I felt my sphincter being spread by the solid push of a
buttplug. He worked it slowly in and out, further each time, slowly
stretching me until with a sudden pain and a gasp from my lips its girth
passed inside and it was firmly in place. And still I held my cheeks apart
for him.

He moved away for a few moments. Looking back past my legs everyone that I
could see was facing me. I felt utterly exposed yet in some strange way I
was oddly content with this blatant demonstration of my submissiveness. The
same feeling I'd always had with Sir came back to me. This was my
sexuality, and once aroused I no longer cared who knew it. I had nothing
left to hide any more, all I had to do was yield to my nature and follow
his instructions.

"Up now!"

His command broke into my reverie, and I drew myself upright. He had come
round and now stood in front of of me, my back to the room.

"Hold out your hands!" His words were commands, not statements. I
obediently stuck my hands out. He had a pair of leather cuffs which
fastened with velcro which he wrapped around my wrists, fastening them
together in front of me with a short chain not much more than a foot long,
short enough that I could no longer bring my hands round to my sides.

"Turn!"

I turned to face the room, keeping my head well down, I wasn't ready to
look out there directly yet. But I didn't need to. Master Gordon's hand
reached out and took hold of the loop dangling from my mouth.

"Open,"

As the chain dropped from my mouth he slipped the loop over his wrist..

"Down," he said. "Hands and knees."

I dropped to the ground to stare at the carpet. I heard Master Gordon click
his fingers.

"Come!" and I saw a pair of legs approach clad in waiter's trousers, I
assumed it was Adrian.

"You may go now," came the command. "And take these with you," indicating
to the chair with my clothes on. The legs came across, hands picked up my
clothes, and then he was gone I knew not where. The removal of my clothes
reinforced the vulnerability of my position. There was no escape now, had I
wanted to flee I would have to burst out onto the street stark naked.

"Follow," Master Gordon said to me and turned on his heel and moved off
toward the back of the restaurant. He had me on a short leash, holding the
chain maybe a foot from the collar, exerting his control. Fortunately he
didn't walk that fast, but even so I scrambled to follow. The chain between
my wrists forced me to take shorter steps with my hands so I had to shorten
each step of my knees to match and it all felt rather off balance and
strange. I could feel the weight of the cage as it drew down on my genitals
and bumped against my inner thighs with each movement. All I could see was
the carpet as it passed beneath me and Master Gordon's feet moving in front
of me. And as I went I knew that all eyes were watching my progress, and
that the buttplug in my arse was openly on display as I crawled past them.

I was still acutely aware of the presence of the other people, certainly,
yet at the same time I almost failed to notice them. Everything was merging
into one overwhelming sensation. Total surrender. This was no dream or
product of my imagination. I was really here, this was actually happening.

Master Gordon pulled me to a stop as we reached the bench by the door at
the back. The chef was gone.

"Sit up." I raised myself upright in front of him, the chain dangling loose
now from my collar to his hand.

"Look at me." I raised my eyes. He indicated the bench with one hand.

"You remember when your master brought you here don't you?" His voice was
softer now, almost conversational between the two of us.

"Yes, Sir."

"At that time you were allowed to keep up the appearance of being just
another everyday customer as far as all the other people present were
concerned, weren't you? And your submission was allowed to remain private,
hidden from their sight even as your little clitty leaked in anticipation
as your Master and I toyed with it, was it not?"

"Yes, Sir." He paused for a breath or two. His eyes transfixed me.

"And back then you still thought it was your cock that we were amusing
ourselves with, didn't you?"

Yes, Sir."

"But you know better now, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir." I could feel a flush of embarrassment beginning to redden my
cheeks under this open display of my subjection.

"So tell me. What is it now? Say it out loud for all to hear." His voice
grew louder and more forceful now, carrying across the room. I hesitated
for a moment, seeking the courage to say it out loud in this more public
space. Then I managed to find my tongue.

"It's a clitoris, Sir."

"Indeed it is. And it's good that you used the correct word as I
instructed. Well done." Even as I blushed at having to announce it to the
entire room, once again I felt that little shiver of arousal run down my
back at any suggestion of praise from him.

He paused for a moment as his eyes roamed over me, the end of the crop
following his gaze as it traced its way over my belly and thighs.

"Now you are openly exposed for everyone to see."  He paused for a few
seconds between each statement to let his words sink in.


"Naked, for all to see."


"Collared, for all to see."


"On a leash, for all to see." He tugged gently on the chain, causing my
body to sway forward slightly at each pull. His eyes dropped as he lowered
the end of the crop to tap on my cage.


"Your little clit securely caged, for all to see." His pauses were growing
longer to let his words sink in.


"And your pussy properly plugged, for all to see."


A much longer pause this time. I felt a bit of panic rise, was I supposed
to answer or not? I didn't know. But then he spoke again.

"This time you are not permitted any such privacy. Your true nature is
fully on display, and everyone knows you for the obedient little submissive
that you really are."

With that he took hold of the chain right by my collar in one hand, pulling
my head forward as he reached out his other hand to press two fingers
against my mouth.

"Open," he said. As my lips parted the fingers slid deep into my mouth and
I reacted instinctively, licking and sucking them with all my might. The
hand on my chain held my head firmly in place as the fingers moved in my
mouth, pressing my tongue down, pushing against my cheeks, sliding back and
forth, exploring my mouth to its fullest extent. Occasionally pushing deep
enough for the beginnings of a gag reflex, reminding me of his power. My
eyes had drifted shut and I was lost in the sensuality of it, this
overwhelming feeling of being possessed by him, wanting to find any way I
could to entice him to continue. I slurped and sucked and licked, but all
to no avail as all too soon he pulled them back and they were gone.

When I opened my eyes again he was wiping the fingers on my hair and body,
drying himself off as he had before. Then he took hold of the chain close
by my collar to pull me forward and down.

"Back on hands and knees!" he barked. As I dropped down he turned toward
the room and clapped his hands together.

"Back to work now, all of you," I heard him call, then he gave a tug on my
chain and gave the single word command 'Come!' before leading me round
after him as he turned and headed toward the rear doors next to the seat.


_____________________________________________________________________



Part Two – DEEPER INTO HIS LAIR

He pushed one of the doors back, holding it open as he walked me through,
letting the door swing closed again behind us. The carpet of the restaurant
was now replaced with vinyl flooring. I didn't dare move my gaze from the
floor beneath me as we moved over it, but it seemed we were in a fairly
wide and bare corridor as far as my peripheral vision could tell. The vinyl
felt hard on my knees after the carpet. We came to a mat on the floor off
to one side which he guided me on to and jerked me to a stop with my
collar.

"Kneel here, take the rest position." he paused, then went to continue. "Do
you remember . . . ?

But his voice died away before he finished the sentence as I remembered the
position well from back in Sir's flat and was already moving as he began to
say it. I sat myself upright, sitting back on my heels with my knees
parted, my hands on my knees, palms upright.

"So you do remember things sometimes. Good girl." He was standing in front
of me now, facing me. He flicked the crop against my knees. "But these
knees should be further apart. I want them spread as far as they can
go. Move them!" he said sharply, giving one knee a harder slap to make his
point. I shuffled them a few more inches until they would go no further.

"That's better." He tapped his foot on the floor a little way in front of
me. "Now keep your eyes on this spot, stay still and wait."

With that he slipped the loop of the chain off his wrist and hooked it over
my left ear before moving away leaving me kneeling there.

I could hear muffled kitchen sounds away off somewhere ahead of me, the
clatter of pots and pans, and there was a whiff of cooking in the air which
normally would have got my gastric juices flowing but I was far too wrapped
up in my own bodily sensations to pay any notice.

On the one hand I felt totally defenceless and vulnerable, kneeling there
naked in this strange place, having been fully exposed before a group of
people I'd never met. Especially so at this particular moment, as the
person supposed to be in charge of me, the one person I was in any way
familiar with, had now abandoned me here on my own. I was full of
apprehension, not knowing what to expect or what might happen, or when, and
who or what that might involve. Yet on the other hand I was so turned on
that my entire body tingled, every nerve and fibre of my being vibrated in
expectation of Master Gordon's return. I could not have felt more alive, or
any more caught up in the moment.

But in between the two, perhaps even as a result of the combination of
these two emotions, there existed in my centre a feeling of total calm,
total relaxation. For the only thing I had to do was do nothing. I knew
that all that was expected of me at this moment was to kneel here passively
and wait, and as long as I continued to do so I was doing what was expected
of me and fulfilling that expectation. As Master Gordon had said, here I
had no secrets left to worry about any more, The submissive nature I had
for so many years kept hidden was now out and open, fully exposed for all
to see. And that was all that mattered. The sense of serenity I felt
swelled out around me pushing all other sensations further and further out
and away from me, leaving me cocooned safely in the calm of its bubble. I
knew for sure that Sir intended me no harm, and I was now almost completely
sure that the same was true of Master Gordon. His aloofness, his severity
and discipline, his whole general demeanour of authority all added to my
arousal. And, as I had to admit to myself, so did his crop and the way he
carried it and used it.

A sudden disturbance behind me shocked me back into apprehension as the
door to the restaurant was thrown open. I heard footsteps come toward me
and I froze, suddenly fearful of what might be about to happen. But nothing
did, the person simply carried on past me without stopping. I glimpsed a
pair of feet and white trousers, it was obviously one of the kitchen lads
that I had seen helping out in the main room. I did raise my eyes enough to
see him go to a door a bit further up on the other side of the corridor,
push it open and disappear into what I knew must the kitchen as the muffled
sounds swelled out and then faded again as the door opened and closed.

All went quiet again. I did not dare move, keeping my eyes fixed on the
floor in front of me. I didn't know where Master Gordon had gone. For all I
knew he could be still there, standing further along the corridor watching
me. It certainly felt like he was, Such was the power of his authority over
me, holding me motionless there as fixedly as it would have if he had put
me in a physical restraint. I was in his domain, I was in his property. I
was his property.

The quiet didn't last as before long I heard the kitchen door swing open
again and white legged trousers came back past. I had no idea if it was the
same person, but this time carrying some crockery as I heard it chink as he
went by. Another short period of calm, before the restaurant door swung
open again. Once again I heard footsteps approach, but more slowly this
time. Not the same person it seemed, and my nerves were set on edge again
as this time the footsteps stopped just behind me. I caught my breath, full
of uncertainty again. Whoever it was stayed there for a few moments then
began to move around me. As he did I caught site of his legs and feet in my
peripheral vision. It seemed as if he was circling me slowly as he
continued to face me as he moved around to the front and stopped again,
facing me. I could see from his feet that it wasn't a waiter or any of the
kitchen lads. He wore brown shoes and corduroy trousers. I hardly dared
breathe, locked rigid in suspense as I could feel him studying me. It
seemed an age before he spoke. Just one word.

"Nice."

And then he turned and moved a little up the corridor to where there was a
door a little way further up. I dared not look up, but I could see that he
was carrying a crate which he put on the floor. He took out some keys,
unlocked the door, and disappeared inside. I began to relax again,
wondering who this was. It wasn't until he came back and put the crate back
on the floor with a chink of bottles that I remembered there had been an
older man behind the bar when I came in. This must be him. He relocked the
door, picked up the crate, this time taking no notice of me as walked past
on his way back to the main room. Obviously restocking the bar from a
locked wine store. Just going about his daily business as the other lad had
been, while I was simply an object parked there, maybe of minimal interest
or more likely none at all. Oddly enough this realisation that to them I
was just part of the scenery helped me to begin feeling a little more
relaxed. The people surrounding Master Gordon expected nothing from me,
hardly even noticed me. It was only Master Gordon I needed to be concerned
with.

And then the kitchen door opened again as someone else came out. Firm
footsteps this time heading straight for me. There was no question of who
it was, I knew even before his hand reached out to take the loop of the
chain from my ear.

"Down," he said, and as I went back on all fours he led me on up the
corridor past the door of the wine store to another door further on. He
opened it and led me inside, thankfully back onto carpet now. I saw little
of the room, though I could tell it was small. With my head pointed firmly
at the floor all I saw was wood wall panelling to my right and a bench seat
built into the wall on my left, similar to the one Sir and I had sat on in
the restaurant.

He pulled me to a stop, turning me to face the bench.

"Rest," he said, and I sat back on my heels again, my hands back on my
knees.

He took hold of the chain by my collar to wiggle the collar around a bit,
pushing two fingers between it and my neck as if testing its fit. Then he
took hold of its buckles and began to undo them. Just as he began there was
a knock on the door.

"Attendez!" he called, and carried on, tightening each buckle to make the
collar fit more closely. As he worked I could feel it come tight all the
way round my neck. When he finished he took hold of the chain where it
joined the collar again to wiggle it around testing its tightness. Keeping
hold of it he called out again.

"Entrez!"

From there it was a bit of a blur. The door came open, from the corner of
my eye I saw someone in white enter and realised it must be the chef I'd
seen earlier from the apron he wore. A thought that there must be a crisis
in the kitchen flashed through my mind. I couldn't have been more wrong. He
came round to stand close in front of me. Master Gordon was standing just
by my side, holding me tight with his grip on my collar.

"Raise your eyes," he said.

As I did so the chef swept aside his apron to reveal a short, stubby, not
entirely hard but definitely aroused cock clutched in his hand. He still
wore his trousers, there was just this cock sticking out from his fly and
his hand holding it out toward me.

Master Gordon's voice came again.

"Now do what you were made for. Pleasure this cock."

The blood was pulsing in my ears, I was aroused to the point that I cared
not a jot any more about whose cock it was, the only thing I was conscious
of was that it was in front of my mouth, and that I wanted to taste it. I
think I licked my lips as my tongue came out. Master Gordon still held me
tight by the collar, barely an inch away from the cockhead. This cockhead
was larger, wider than either of the two cocks I'd seen, and as far as I
could see the shaft was sturdier too. But it didn't seem to be very
long. The chef was moving his hand back and forward on the shaft but only
an inch or two of his cock projected from it. Master Gordon used his grip
to push me forward a little.

"Lick," he said, and my tongue immediately reached out to it. I licked up
lovingly from under the cockhead to begin with, exploring the sensitivity
of the cleft under his cockhead, then running my tongue all around the head
as far as I could reach, furiously to start with, then slowing as it got
all wet, enjoying the feel of the softness of its skin. I heard a long
groan come from above, and the hand slowed on the shaft. A low groan came
out of my mouth at the same time, but this was a groan borne of frustration
as Master Gordon continued to hold me back from any closer contact.

"Use your lips now. Just on the tip."

So I pursed my lips up and pressed them to the cockhead, allowing them to
open slightly so a little of him penetrated, enough that I could use my
tongue more freely on him. I could sense Master Gordon bending round to see
me at work, and he began to use his grip on my collar to rock me slightly
back and forth so the chef's cock began to move in and out of my mouth. It
was like he was using me as a sex toy to stimulate the chef. That sensation
pleased me deeply. More and more of the chef's cock was entering my mouth
now each time he rocked me back and forward, but it was him controlling me
and not my doing. And then he went just that little bit further and the
whole head popped into my mouth. It had quite a pronounced head so I
wrapped my lips tightly around and sucked at it as if it was a mother's
teat. I felt Master Gordon begin to pull me back so I resisted, sucking and
gripping even harder on it. I wanted to keep it, but Master Gordon remained
firmly in charge and pulled me off. He let me lick and suck my way down
over it again only to pull me off each time I got the whole head in my
mouth. I heard him give a little chuckle.

"Don't want to leave it, eh?" he said. "Greedy little slut."

His words added fire to my lust. He repeated the move several times, the
chef's cock growing harder and harder each time. The next time he spoke it
was directed to the chef.

"Pas de mains maintenant, s'il vous plait Claude."

The chef let go of his penis and moved his hand away, somewhat reluctantly
it seemed, but he was obviously prepared to accept Master Gordon's wishes
in order to get his blowjob. His cock now stood out on its own with no need
for support.

Master Gordon now allowed me to press on further, taking the cock deeper
into my mouth, but it wasn't far before once again he pulled me back by my
collar. He drew me back until just the tip of the cockhead was left between
my lips, then let me move forward again as far as his grip on me would
allow, squeezing the cock as tight as I possibly could between my lips as I
knew that increased pressure meant more pleasure for its owner. I felt my
throat being constricted by the collar each time, but I didn't care if
breathing was difficult, I just wanted more of the cock in my mouth and was
prepared to suffer to get it. He allowed me to do this five or six times,
sometimes stopping to just suck and lick when only his cockhead was in my
mouth, at other times rolling back and forward over the whole length
available to me. I could feel the chef continue to stiffen and swell as I
did, and heard a long groan come from him. But I wanted more, and I began
to push harder against my collar each time I went down on him, until at
long last Master Gordon relaxed his grip and allowed me to move as deep as
I wished. The nearer I got to his body the more I could smell him. His
clothes had the same smell of food that I'd sensed in the corridor. Obvious
when you think of it, but a smell made of a mixture of grilling, frying,
roasting, boiling coupled with all kinds of food mixed into one and
assailed my nostrils. It was delightful, and it joined seamlessly with the
taste of his cock in my mouth to make that cock even more tasty and
desirable then it had been before.

Even then I couldn't go all the way down as my forehead came up against his
substantial belly before I got there, so he never came deep enough to get
into my throat. Master Gordon continued to slide my mouth up and down on
his shaft, sometimes pressing me as deep as I could go, my nose pushing
into his stomach, sometimes holding me back to work on just the helmet,
even pulling my mouth right off telling me to lick the cockhead before
plunging me back down again. All the while giving me instructions as to
what I should be doing, to lick or suck or squeeze it. I could hear groans
and guttural sounds coming from above. His cock was now as hard as it could
get, standing out swollen, going purple at the tip. Them his hand finally
came back to take its grip on his shaft, more urgent and deliberate this
time as he began to pump at his shaft, his hand banging against my lips on
each stroke.

Then Master Gordon pulled me forcibly back off his cock by the chain.

"Rappelez-vous Claude, sur le visage, pas dans la bouche".

The cockhead was just an inch or two in front of me, purple and fit to
burst, and the chef's hand was going into a blur as it pumped up and down.

"Oui Maître", came the response. I could see his body tensing and his
voice seemed to come between gritted teeth. I knew enough french to
understand that Master Gordon was telling the chef to come on my
face. Master Gordon spoke again, but this time urgently directed at me.

"Close your mouth!"

I instinctively obeyed, even though I had been expecting to swallow, As I
did, there came a long howl of pleasure from above, mixed in with some
French expletives, and his fist stopped and gripped hard as the first jet
of his seed flew over my eyes to streak its way across my forehead. The
second spurt came down by my eye and across the cheek. He cried out aloud
in satisfaction with each spurt. The third dribbled out onto my other
cheek. All stayed still for what seemed some time, maybe just a few
seconds. His penis was now lying across my nose as he stood above me. And
now the smell of his seed mingled with that delicious odour of food
lingering in my nostrils. Then, with a deep sigh, he lifted his penis from
my face, running his hand down the shaft to squeeze out all the last drops
of his orgasm onto the tip of my nose.

He stepped back, tucking himself back into his trousers, then let the apron
drop so that I was once again looking at a blank screen as if the curtain
had dropped at the end of a performance. "Merci, maitre," I heard him say,
and then he was gone, and I was once again alone with Master Gordon.

"Raise your hand," he ordered, pointed at my right hand. I lifted it and he
took it by the wrist, bringing my other hand along with it as the chain
connecting them demanded. His other hand took hold of me by the hair at the
back of my head and used his grip to tilt my head back, holding me firmly
in place.

"Stretch your hand out, fingers together, palm toward your face," he
said. I did so. He took me by the wrist and guided my hand toward my face,
using my outstretched fingers to spread the chef's sperm around wherever it
was trickling down my face. When he was satisfied he held my hand in front
of my mouth, sperm laden fingers facing me.

"Now suck them clean." And he took his hand away, obviously confident that
I would do as he told me. And so I did, naturally, obediently sucking this
stranger's semen from each finger one at as time, getting the lingering
remains of a particularly strong taste. I began to seek it out, sucking and
licking until he interrupted again.

"Enough now. Wipe those fingers on your hair, then on your chest. Get them
properly dry, then go back on hands and knees. Be sure there's no sticky
mess left to stain the carpet."

I did as he told me, rubbing my fingers around on and through my hair,
apprehensive enough about the prospect of displeasing him to make sure that
I wiped every inch before I moved my hand down to my chest to wipe them
again. As soon as I finished and dropped back down onto all fours he took
hold of the chain only about a foot from the collar and held it tight
there.

"Come," was all he said as he moved off to open the door at the other end
of the room to lead me through it. I had to scrabble to keep up with him
with my wrists still chained together. He had me on a tight leash, so I
felt the collar press against my throat. It was as if I was a dog on a
lead. As he held the chain forward to pull me on, the chain was tight
against the back of my head, forcing my head down so all I could see was
the floor beneath me. It was my first experience of the collar being used
as a controlling device. I had to keep up with him or risk having my
windpipe compressed.

The door let into one corner of a much larger room, and as he walked me in
a curve towards the centre I caught sight of a figure. I could turn my head
enough to see it was Adrian. He was kneeling there naked and collared,
knees spread in the same rest position Master Gordon had had me take, hands
resting on his knees, palms upward, head lowered. As I was led round past
him I saw the glint of metal between his legs and realised he was in
chastity too, but his device was far smaller than the one I wore.

I lost sight of him almost as soon as I had laid eyes on him as Master
Gordon led me on round until he pulled me to a stop by a mat that lay on
the floor. It was a good couple of inches thick, and at one end was a small
square of the same thickness which looked as if it was intended as a
headrest. And I was right. As soon as we stopped Master Gordon pulled me
toward it, his grip tight on my chain as he leant forward and smacked the
far end of the mat smartly with the crop in his other hand.

"Down there! On your back! Put your arse here!" His voice urged me into
motion as he pointed to the far end with the crop. I scrabbled to obey, the
smooth material cool on my arse as I dropped onto it. I swivelled my legs
round and laid down onto it, the cool sensation of its material running all
the way up my back to my shoulders.

"Arms above your head!" I obeyed, moving them up and over to rest on the
floor above my head. But no sooner had I begun to relax there came a sharp
blow on my upper thigh.

"How many times must I tell you about parting your legs! Look at yourself!"

I raised my head and looked down my body. I couldn't see my legs as the mat
was short and my heels were down at floor level, making my body into a
curve but I could see my toes and they were obviously close
together. Provocatively close together given his orders. I shamefully
shifted them apart.

"No, not like that," he said, his voice less abrupt now. "Bend your knees,
bring your feet towards you." I brought my feet up and once they had got to
where they could rest flat on the floor he told me to stop. "Now relax your
legs, let your knees drop wide." I did so, letting them splay out.

"That's better," he said, "whenever a Master has you on your back this is
how you will position yourself unless or until you are told otherwise."

He reached down with the crop to tap me lightly on my inner thighs, up
towards the top where they are most tender, flicking idly from one to the
other. When he spoke again I knew immediately from his tone that something
was about to happen.

"I have reprimanded you several times for not keeping your legs apart, but
you have forgotten to remember what you were told. It's very lax behaviour
for a slave, if that's what you are hoping to become. I wasted my
breath. Or rather, you wasted my breath. So if words haven't got your
attention then we must use another way. After all, actions speak louder
than words, don't they."

Almost before he finished speaking he raised the crop and straight away
whistled it down giving me a good hard flick right where he'd been
tapping. I felt I'd almost heard it whistle through the air before the loud
crack as it struck and then the sharp pain by my groin, as if I'd been
stung by a hornet. I gasped and my legs flinched toward each other as my
body moved.

"Keep your knees spread!" came the immediate command. I obeyed. I knew more
was coming, and I knew it was inevitable. I surrendered to it and
waited. Seconds can be very long when you are in the moment. Another blow
fell, on the opposite thigh this time but in the same spot. Again my legs
twitched, but this time my knees stayed well apart. They weren't full
blooded blows, they were just very forceful flicks of the tip, and expertly
placed.

I received another two blows, one on each thigh, each maybe an inch or two
from the first. Looking down I could see four little red marks forming. It
was all over in maybe twenty seconds but I could scarcely breathe and my
thighs burned as if they were on fire.

"Perhaps your body will prove to have a better memory than your brain," he
said. "Let that be a lesson to you. Obedience to your Masters is a duty,
not a choice."

There was a short pause. He was standing towering over me just away to my
right. I didn't know where to look, his presence was overpowering and it
was hard resist looking at him, but I just directed my eyes down as far as
I could towards my body. He trailed the end of the crop up over my belly to
my chest and tapped at each nipple two or three times. I was filled with
apprehension, wondering whether they were to be his next target. But the
blows never came.

"You may look at me now," he said. "But only my body, not my face. Look me
in the face and you will be punished again. Can you manage to keep that in
mind this time?" I gulped involuntarily wondering if I could manage to keep
my gaze away.

"Yes, Sir," I said, and let my eyes drift up his body to his waist and saw
his hands begin to undo his coat. As the buttons came undone I could see
his chest laid bare underneath it, and the feeling of suspense grew along
with my arousal as each button was undone until finally the last one came
open and the sides of his coat fell back to reveal the leather chaps that I
saw as an essential facet of his mastery. Between his thighs his penis hung
down, tumescent but not yet hard, the eye of his piss slit pointing
commandingly down at me, his balls hanging low and heavy behind it.

He moved up above my head and turned, stepping with one foot astride my
arms so he was directly above me facing down my body. I had but one moment
to take in the view as I looked up between his parted legs at his manhood
before he dropped down to one knee beside my arm. In one swift motion he
reached down to take hold of the pad under my head to pull it out and toss
it to one side before going onto his other knee so he was astride my
head. As he came down he pushed the back of his coat out away from him so
that as it fell it formed a tent like cover over his feet and my arms, and
all light was cut off from the area above my head. My head had dropped to
the floor as he removed its cushion, tilting it back, my chin now the
highest point. His leather covered knees pressed tight against my armpits
now as he hooked his feet over my wrists so I could feel my arms pinned
rigidly in place by his legs. Once again came that smell of leather mingled
with his particular masculine odour which had so excited me before and
instantly did so again.

In that moment I felt the vibrations begin in my arse. I had almost
forgotten that the plug was there, but instantly that feeling grew again
inside my groin, that delicious feeling of opening up, of relaxing. Of
surrendering all control. It was on a low setting but even so it fed my
need to submit, adding a physical sensation to the mental state that was
impossible to resist. His hand was in my vision and I could see that it
held the little black box controlling the vibrations, his thumb on the
dial. It moved to step the vibrations up a notch and almost at once my hips
began to move slightly as the sensations grew. He still knelt upright,
looking down on my body as it began to twitch.

"You like that, don't you," His voice seemed far away, yet still
compelling.

"Yes Sir."

"Of course you do," he said. "It feeds your submissiveness."

The vibrations kept doing their work, causing involuntary movements to
begin over more and more of my body even bringing a slight groan of
surrender from my mouth. He shifted his position a little so that his penis
curved down just above my mouth.

"Now you may kiss my manhood," he said. "Show your gratitude for being
permitted to worship a Master."

And so I did, reaching up to kiss the tip over and over, aware of him
looking down at me as I did. And then my tongue came out, just a bit,
desperate to taste it. But even as it did a sudden hard slap of the crop on
my side made me jump and move my head back.

"I said kiss. Did I say lick?" Another hard slap.

"No Sir." Another hard slap.

"Do only as you're told, no more. Don't get ahead of yourself. Understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Each time you fail, the slaps will get harder," he said, his hand now
rubbing more gently over my flesh. "And we don't want that, do we? We want
a properly trained little sub don't we?".

"Yes Sir."

"Good," he said, and then moved a little before lowering his body to sit on
his heels. As he settled down his penis came to rest on my forehead and
down across my right eye filling its vision. I was surprised at its weight
as it lay there. I had not yet touched a penis, let alone lifted one, so I
had never thought of them as having their own heaviness while still not yet
fully erect. And it was so warm too, the heat of it seemed to radiate
out. With his slaps still forefront in my mind I made sure I didn't move a
muscle.

The vibrations in my arse died down to a lower level now, still there, but
gentle enough to fade into the background as all my attention was drawn to
his penis. Its closeness overwhelmed me. He leant forward a little to put
his hands on my chest, stroking tightly around all over it and down on to
my belly before centering on my nipples to take hold and pull at them.

As he tweaked them he told me to open my mouth and use my tongue to lick
all around my lips getting them as wet as I could. I did as I was told,
pushing my tongue out as far as I could reach all the way round. Then he
told me to close my mouth and purse my lips. "Push them up toward me" he
said.

As he spoke his right hand had left my nipple and come to take hold of his
shaft, lifting his cock a little to position it and then lowered it until
the underneath of his cockhead touched down on the wetness of my lips.

"Stay still now! Remember, you only move when I tell you to," he commanded
as he began to rub his cockhead around on my lips, forward and back, side
to side, spreading my saliva around, teasing himself with the contact. And
teasing me too. I was lost now as if swallowed up in an erotic dream where
there was only touch and sensation and smell and his voice telling me to
push out more spit. As he did almost constantly. And as I did the saliva
began to spread all around the lower half of my face, it got into my
nostrils so they blew little bubbles each time I breathed out. By now his
entire cockhead was glistening too as he rubbed it all around the lower
part of my face before coming back to my mouth to demand more saliva. It
was so frustrating, being held this close to his manhood for all this time
without being allowed to move. He was becoming more erect now, his penis
had felt all soft and bendy on my face to start with, now I could feel it
becoming firmer and more solid with every moment. But all of a sudden he
lifted it up and pulled back a bit.

"Open your mouth now," he said. I did.

He came back forward and down and slid the head of his penis into my
mouth. Just the head, then he stopped.

"Now you may suck at Master's cock. Worship his manhood. Be a good girl for
him."

As he spoke the vibrations in my arse went up a notch once again. I
couldn't contain myself, and a deep groan of satisfaction came from my
throat as he entered me. I closed my lips tight around his cockhead to suck
and lick at it immediately, anxious to taste it, desperate for it to fill
my mouth. But pinioned securely beneath him as I was I was only able to
raise my head a little and so was almost entirely dependent on the amount
he fed me. No matter how hard I sucked I could only take what he gave
me. It was as if he was teasing me with his penis. It was certainly
arousing him, I could feel his cock continue to stiffen as I sucked
desperately at much as I could reach of its head. And then his voice came
soft and gentle to confirm it.

"Ah yes, . . that's good . . ." his voice almost a purr now. "You'll make a
good little slave won't you, one that always wants more than it can have."

No matter how hard I tried to reach further he was always able to pull back
just that little bit more so I was never able to enclose his cockhead
entirely in my mouth, it remained always just out of reach. My desire for
his cock fused with the vibrations in my arse to make a direct connection
which, although it was almost orgasmic in its intensity, had none of the
urge to completion of a male orgasm. It was a long wave of pleasure that
rolled through me, its power and intensity alone giving me a feeling of
being entirely complete. I heard myself groaning, deep involuntary groans
of desire and frustration coming from my throat at being denied the full
length of his penis. His hand had left his cock now, it was standing stiff
on its own and without his hand to hold it down I could feel it pressing
ever upward as my mouth held it down. All too soon as he pulled back a
little further than before it popped out of my mouth and sprang up out of
my reach above me. I vocalised anew as I stared up at it, but this time it
was no groan of pleasure but a whimper of despair and loss.

He moved slightly forward and used one hand to push his penis down so its
underside was just above my mouth.

"Now lick. Use good long strokes wherever you can reach."

And so I began, reaching forward as far as I could with my tongue, then
drawing it back towards me over his skin. I could just reach his cockhead,
and that felt very different as I was now licking from the head downward
onto his shaft, rather than licking up the shaft to the cockhead. My tongue
slid over the cleft where his helmet joined the shaft rather than being
able to tease at it with my tongue as it passed. But I continued to lap at
him, drawing my tongue back down his shaft tracing the bulge of his urethra
as it went. He moved forward a little once more, taking his cockhead out of
reach, leaving me only with his shaft. I carried on licking, now moving my
head as much as I could to lap up and over the sides. "As far as you can
reach" he had said, and I did my best to comply. Behind my head was mostly
darkness since he had draped his coat over his legs. I couldn't see much
anyway, his body filled my vision, so close now that it was slightly out of
focus. If I raised my eyes I could see his balls hanging just behind me,
very close, almost touching my nose.

It felt close and warm and safe to be there under his body, covered by him,
protected by him. I could feel the heat of his body, He was so close that
there was really nothing to see, I let my eyes drift shut and lost myself
in the licking.

He shifted forward again a little. His balls came to rest against my
forehead, rolling to brush up against my eyelids with each tilt of my head
as I licked. My nose nestled up against the base of his shaft, rubbing
against his shaft and nudging his balls apart a little with each lick. He
could vary his height above me and did throughout, at times lifting so I
had to stretch my tongue out to reach him, at others dropping down to
engulf me so that my whole face was buried in his groin as he rubbed his
flesh around on it. On and on I licked. Even when he was so close that I
couldn't get my tongue out it still sought the taste of him.

Once again he inched forward, raising himself up as he moved. I opened my
eyes to see his balls now dangling enticingly just above my mouth. I licked
up at them, tentatively at first, fully aware of their sensitivity and
fearful that I might cause them some damage but my confidence grew and soon
my tongue began to reach up and around the sides of his ball sack. As my
tongue tried to move around his sack I felt him move in such a way as to
aid me, his hips making a slow circle to let me reach every inch. Almost
instinctively I sucked some of the loose skin of his sack into my mouth to
hold it between my lips as I remembered his instructions from the last time
he had allowed me access to his balls. I moved it and pulled at it so as to
rub at his testicles and move them around within his scrotum. I even
thought I heard murmurs of pleasure from him as I did. He certainly allowed
me to spend a good deal of time paying homage to him in this way.

And homage it was. I felt honoured to be allowed such close contact with
him. This was where his seed came from, the true male seed of a Master, and
for him to allow me such intimate contact with it triggered a deep feeling
of awe and devotion in me. After all it showed that not only had I come to
trust him, he was also showing his trust in me. I had teeth that could bite
and wound which he was allowing to be within millimetres of the most
sensitive and delicate part of his body. It gave me a sense of pride even
as I questioned whether pride in oneself was an emotion that a submissive
had any right to make claim to.

But nothing lasts forever, and all too soon he raised them out of my reach,
moving forward again and settling back down onto me so that now my tongue
lapped along the surface of his perineum, feeling the little ridge of skin
the ran along its length. My eyes were closed again as I was now in almost
complete darkness. And now I had more of him to lick, I could turn my my
head to lick at his upper thighs to each side of me. I worked contentedly
from one side to the other licking and kissing one thigh before moving back
to linger at the centre before moving on to the other thigh to coat that
with my saliva, and then repeating it from one side to the other. I was
truly lost in the moment, unaware of anything else but being there in this
hot stuffy darkness filled with the sensuous smell of his masculinity and
being permitted to show my respect for him in such a privileged way.

And then he moved again. More definitely this time. His hands left my chest
and I felt his thighs flex on either side of me as my tongue still pressed
at his skin, my eyes still closed. I felt a flurry of movement in his body
above me and light suddenly burst into my dark little cave. Startled, I
opened my eyes and it took a moment for me to realise that he had now sat
upright, bringing his arms down to reach back with his hands to spread his
arse cheeks wide. I could see the ends of his fingers as they held the
cheeks apart. His arms had pushed his coat back, and that had let in the
light. As I tried to focus, I saw that the swivelling of his body and hips
had centred his anus above me, right in the middle of where I was licking.

And I carried on licking. He hadn't told me to stop.

I didn't think about licking him there at all in terms of humiliation or
degradation. I was already in thrall to him to the extent that in the heat
of the moment this was just another part of his body through which I could
show my devotion and gratitude to him. So I just went on licking. His anus
was just another part of his body, a tight and puckered little spot with no
smell or taste and my tongue scarcely noticed it. But even so, as I licked
on my tongue seemed drawn towards it to circle around and push against
it. After all he had put it right in front of my tongue so it was obvious
that he expected me to pay attention to it. My desire to please him
rendered any other thought impossible.

"Stop licking now. Stick your tongue out and keep still."

His voice seemed to come from far away and again there was no thought, I
simply obeyed instantly. He began to move his hips slightly now, back and
forth and side to side, as if enjoying the sensation as he moved his anus
on my tongue. He lowered himself above me, pushing my tongue back into my
mouth. However hard I tried to keep it out, there seemed to be no give in
his entrance at all.

"Stop," I heard him say as he raised himself up a little, straddling me
barely an inch from my chin, so close I could feel my breath rebounding off
him. I dropped my tongue back into my mouth.

"Now kiss it." Once again no thought came, simply obedience. I raised my
head the little I could to cover it with kisses. I used my lips as best I
could, wanting to let him feel me there, though it was difficult to get any
purchase on what was basically a flat surface. But I did my best until his
voice came again.

"Enough now," was all he said, and all of a sudden the vibrations in my
arse died away again. With that he rose up, bringing one leg up to put a
foot by my shoulder to push himself up and away, almost as far as the sky
it seemed to me as I lay there, in the open now, as he towered above me.

He had taken hold of the leash on my chain with him as he went, and gave a
sharp tug on my collar.

"Up now. Back on your hands and knees!"

I responded to the pull of the chain by rolling over towards him to regain
my hands and knees, still blinking In the inrush of light. He took the
chain close by the collar and led me off on a tight leash. Once again I
could see only the carpet as it passed beneath me, though my peripheral
vision did catch what seemed to be a raised part of the floor off to one
side. It was curved and a foot or so high, that was all I saw. I had no
more time to register it than I had caught sight of Adrian.

He led me on a few paces then pulled me to a halt close by what looked like
the leg of a table. He pulled up on the chain.

"Up," he said. I got up to my feet. It was a table, though not one for
dining. Its top was covered with what looked like black leather, just a
smooth plain surface.

"Get up on here." As soon as I climbed onto it he took me by the shoulders,
to push and pull me firmly this way and that with his hands to manoeuvre me
into the position he wanted. Which was to lie flat on my back on its
surface, my arms by my sides.

I was happy to be physically guided by him in this way, to be manhandled
you might almost say, though he was merely direct, not rough in any
way. This guidance, this complete domination of my body enforced the desire
to simply submit, to not think, just to relax and let it all happen. I had
no fear of him any more, despite his recent assault on my thighs. After
all, he was the master, I was the pupil, and I was here for him to train
me.

Even as he guided me down to lie on my back my knees raised themselves
almost automatically and my legs spread wide. The cage now hung down
between my legs and I could feel the weight of it. He patted my knee.

"Good girl," he said. "A well trained slave should always ensure that its
body is as fully exposed as it can be to its Master. And now you have shown
me that you respond well to the whip. I shall pass that knowledge on to
your Master so he know best how to ensure your obedience."

As he spoke he unclipped the chain between my wrists and moved my arms to
lie on the table at each side of me rather than on my belly, then moved
round to stand behind my head. He reached down and lifted the section of
the table under my head which clicked as it came up as if on a ratchet. He
drew it up tilting my head forward so that I was now looking down along my
body. With my legs raised and spread and the cage dragging my cock down
between them it looked as if my genitals had vanished. Where my legs joined
all I could see now was bare skin curving away and in that moment it felt
as if under his direction any shred of my own masculinity was being slowly
drained from my consciousness. It seemed to me that I was looking at my
body made female, not male, as it would be were my genitals to be stripped
away. And that feeling was intensified as his hand came into view holding
the little black controller, his thumb twisting the dial so that the
vibrations began again inside me, just below where my cock would normally
have lain. It was more than a gentle purr within me this time, not urgent
and overwhelming but just enough to make me constantly aware of it. He laid
the controller down on my chest just below my ribcage, as casually as he
might put it on a table. My body was simply the most convenient place for
him to put it.

He leant forward over me to put both hands on my belly, palms flat against
my skin, pressing tightly on my flesh as he drew them back up towards and
over my chest. As they approached my nipples I felt a certain apprehension
as I fully expected him to take hold of them. But he didn't, his hands just
skirted closely around them as they moved on up to my shoulders. He rubbed
over them like a masseur before slowly descending again the way he had
come, working his way back down to explore my belly and hips once
again. His hands were firm and masculine. They didn't stroke gently, they
pressed and rubbed and squeezed and pulled at my flesh as they went,
expressing their full ownership of my body. It was incredibly erotic,
making me catch my breath as my hips began to move instinctively in
response and I began to lose myself in the sensations.

His hands left my body as he took hold of the controller and moved the
vibrations up another notch. And then he did finally take me by the
nipples. He didn't pinch them between the tip of thumb and finger in a
painful way, but overlapped the sides of thumb and index finger on each
hand, pressing them together to squeeze each nipple firmly between them and
pull them up and away from my body. As he held them there he began to move
his hands in a circular motion, quite slowly, tugging them this way and
that, or just moving them up and down, left and right. Sometimes pulling
them away from each other or towards each other. And I began to feel like
there was some kind of connection running down through my body from the
stimulation of my nipples to join the vibrations in my arse and make them
even more seductive. It was a totally new and unexpected sensation that
drew me in so that I luxuriated in it and wanted more of it. I could see
and feel little twitches and tics appearing in my body as it reacted to
what was going on. A noise came out of my mouth that was part groan, part
whimper. He pulled harder and squeezed harder for some moments and my body
moved more in response. Then he released his grip, put his hands palm down
over each nipple and rubbed up and down.

"There's a good girl," I heard him say quietly, as if talking to
himself. He moved round from behind me to stand by my side, trailing one
hand over my body as he went so that it ended up on my belly. He put the
other hand on my knee, pressing it slightly more outward under its
weight. He had his back toward me so he appeared to me to be fully dressed,
all I could see was the back of his leather coat. And his hands. While the
hand on my belly began to press it down and rub it around, the hand on my
knee began a long movement, stroking downwards along my inner thigh into my
groin until it came up against the cage, then back up to the knee again. I
say stroked, but it was as he had touched me before, squeezing and rubbing
in the same dominant way. But this time I could actually see him doing
it. That added to the overall erotic sensations so that I began to feel I
was going into overload as I watched his hand making its way up and down my
thigh, taking full possession of me as it went. I'd never seen someone
stimulating my body in such an intimate way before. Dreamt of it, but not
seen it.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his hands, the feel and sight of them
moving on my body was electrifying. It put me into a whole new state of
sensual and erotic pleasure. My body had not often had this kind of focus
of attention before, and then only with a soft and gentle touch, the touch
of a woman. But that was nothing like this. Nothing at all. There was
nothing feminine about these hands that moved at will over me, these were
strong male hands that effortlessly took ownership of my body and gripped
me so purposefully. As if they owned me. As of course, they did.

A great wave of pleasure ran through my being at this thought, as all sense
of my own separate existence began to dissolve. I felt my body begin to
move in response to his touch and an involuntary groan came from my lips.

At that moment his hand stopped, just touching the cage.

"Hmmm," he said reflectively. and turned his head toward me.

"Look at me now" and I raised my eyes to face his gaze. He spoke softly
now, almost conspiratorially.

"Your Master told me that you were a lecherous little slut. It appears that
he was right. So tell me, what are you?"

"A lecherous little slut, Sir." He nodded.

"Good. That's just how it should be. And you liked having your tits played
with didn't you?"

"Ahh yes, Sir," was all I could manage.

"Of course you did. it's your nature. All subs get the same pleasure from
having their tits toyed with that their real life sisters do. And that is
what these are now. Tits. Little titties."

The hand on my belly moved up to squeeze and pull at one nipple, as hard as
he had before. I squirmed a little.

"So tell me. What is this?"

"A tit, Sir."

"You will do well to remember that. A submissive can no longer think of
itself as male in any way. It doesn't have a cock or an arse or a chest, it
has a clit and a pussy and a pair of tits." He paused to let this sink in
before he spoke again.

"What does the submissive have?"

"A clit and a pussy and a pair of tits, Sir" I repeated dutifully, and then
winced as he immediately gave me a sudden hard smack on the thigh.

"Did I not tell that you should always use the proper word for that part of
your body?" he said sharply. "Have you forgotten my instructions already?
What do you have?"

"A clitoris and a pussy and a pair of tits, Sir" I said, meeting his gaze
very shamefacedly now.

"Exactly. Now lower your eyes again."

As I looked back down at my body he let go of my nipple, dropping his hand
back on my belly as he turned away from me again. The hand on my thigh
reached down under my cage to lift it and tilt it over to lay on my body
toward my hip leaving the area between my legs fully exposed. And now each
time his hand reached the base of my thigh his fingers slid on down to my
perineum. The third or fourth time it came there it lingered and began to
rub against it in the same circular motion he had used before. And as he
did so his other hand came back to take hold of one nipple, one tit, to
pull and squeeze at it. There was no doubt as to the connection between the
two now, it was as if jolts of electricity were passing from one to the
other causing me to groan and pant and writhe uncontrollably under his
touch. He held me there in this whirlpool of ecstasy for some time before
he stopped.

When he did, he moved back to stand by my head again. He reached down under
the table and pressed something that released the pad under my head so that
it fell away allowing my head to fall back. He caught me with one hand
under my head to support it as my vision was filled with his penis, half
hard and swollen as it hung just above me. Instinctively my mouth opened
and my tongue came out as he guided his cockhead into my mouth. I gave a
deep groan of pleasure as my lips closed around it.

"Suckle," he said. "Make your Master hard."

And so I did. I sucked and squeezed and licked at it fervently, straining
my head up to try and draw more of him into me. But it was as it had been
before when he knelt over me. Every time I reached my head toward him to
take more, the hand under my head followed, holding me at full reach as he
pulled back a little so that I could never get more than just the head of
his penis in my mouth. He was in total control, I was powerless, unable to
move my head any more, only being able to have however much he wished to
give me. He began a slight in and out movement and I could feel him
stiffening as he did so. Then he began to speak. His words caused shivers
to run through my body,

"You took me into your throat well before, but that was of your own
choice. When a Master takes your throat it will be when he chooses. Your
wishes will be of no account." He paused for a few moments, his penis
delving deeper into my mouth with each movement as I realised what was
about to happen and was suddenly paralysed by the inevitability of it.

"Now I want you to take three or four deep breaths through your nose to
prepare."

I obeyed instinctively, drawing the air in to fill my lungs slowly in some
futile attempt to delay the inevitable. But it was of no use, he had misled
me. His hands gripped my head firmly on each side holding it motionless and
as my lungs filled for only the second time he buried himself deep within
me.

He didn't plunge in, there was just a long steady remorseless penetration
that arrived at the entrance to my throat and passed through it before it
could gag and clench in any effort to stop it. And then he was fully buried
in me, his pubic hair against my chin, his balls filling my
vision. Everything stopped. My throat was filled, he felt huge within me. I
was so taken aback that I didn't even attempt to breathe, just laid there
accepting of his total domination. I could feel my throat trying to
contract around him in an involuntary attempt to eject him, and this
obviously pleased him as I heard a deep groan come from above me.

"Aah, yes, that's it," he hissed, as if through clenched teeth. "There's a
good girl."

And then he pulled out slowly, leaving me to cough and splutter beneath him
as his penis glistened above me. Seeing its power and sheer physical
presence at such close quarters it seemed almost incredible that just a few
moments ago this entire length had been buried inside me, penetrating me to
the utmost of its reach. It looked magnificent in its rampant masculinity,
the embodiment of the sexually superior male. The essence of a Master's
superiority. I looked up at it filled with a sense of devotion, worship
almost, already wanting it to fill me there again. Needing to be filled
with it again. My tongue came out to reach up and lick at it and even as I
did so he tilted it back down to slide its head back into my still open
mouth.

He allowed me to suckle on the head for a while before beginning a slow in
and out movement in my mouth. He no longer gripped my head, one hand was
now just cupped under it in support, while the other had come round and
rested on my chest at the top of my breastbone, close to my throat.

"Again," he said. "Deep breaths."

He made me wait longer this time, his movements becoming more a gentle
fucking motion with each breath. Each time my lungs filled I expected him
to push, waited for the pressure but it didn't come. It wasn't until the
fifth or six breath that I felt his hands begin to hold me, the one on the
back of my head turning into a grip on the back of my skull, the other
pressing firmly down on my chest, pinning me down. A sense of my utter
powerlessness flooded as I waited for him to take my throat again. He
entered me more slowly this time, I could feel my chest heave as I began to
gag, but it made no difference, he simply pushed on through cutting off my
breath. All the way in in one long slow movement and any resistance on my
part was futile. But he didn't stop there. As soon as he was fully in he
began to slowly fuck my throat, pulling back and pushing in again. Four,
five, six times he did this, I don't know how many before one time he
pulled out a little too far and my throat ejected him, but before I could
even begin to splutter he slid smoothly back in again and buried himself
deep for several seconds before he finally pulled right out and let me
breathe.

I didn't cough and splutter as much this time as I didn't begin to breathe
until his cock had left my mouth, and when I did it was more to swallow and
pant. I had no idea how many seconds he had been inside me, I had been so
caught up in the sensation that I'd simply forgotten about breathing. I
could have lasted longer. As I began to catch my breath he took the
controller from where it still laid on my belly and the vibrations died
away to nothing. He raised my head with a hand that was now just
supporting, then put his hands under my shoulders to lift them.

"Up now." he said and he guided me up and round to sit upright with my feet
over the edge of the table. He tilted my head down with his hand.

"Sit still a few moments. We don't want you to faint." He put his hands on
my shoulders and began to rub them as a masseur would. As I sat there under
his hands looking down to where the chain on my collar ran down past the
cage on my cock his thoughtfulness at this moment cemented the thought that
Sir had been right and I could willingly submit myself to him without any
fear. But as always there wasn't much time for pondering before his hand
came and took hold of the chain to tug me forward.

"Back down now, hands and knees." I let myself off the table and dropped
down. He led me again, only a few paces this time, toward the raised bit
I'd seen earlier.

"Up," he said as he stepped onto it, drawing me after him to crawl up onto
it at his feet. It was oval shaped, maybe six feet wide front to back, and
wider at each side. The floor was plain leather like material, its only
features were two rings mounted in the floor that each had a chain and a
leather cuff attached. That got my attention. He turned me to face the way
he'd come, facing the room as it turned out, though his close presence
meant that as I was still on all fours I didn't dare to look up from the
floor beneath me.

"Sit up now, rest position."

I obediently sat back on my heels making sure to spread my knees wide, but
as soon as I'd dropped my hands to my knees he interrupted.

"Hold out your arms."

I did so, and he stripped off the cuffs, a sudden ripping sound coming as
he pulled apart the velcro. He tossed them away and took my left wrist and
lifted it. As he did I involuntarily looked up and saw that he was guiding
it toward a wrist cuff that was dangling beside me on a slender rope. My
eyes darted to my other side and back, seeing another one there. As I
looked back he was already fitting the cuff around my wrist and I
obediently held my arm in place as he buckled it up, frozen motionless by
this new development. When he was done he moved across, taking my other arm
and raising that for me to hold it there for him as he strapped the other
cuff in place. When he was done I was kneeling with my arms held out a
little on each side of me, my wrists up just above my head.

"Up," he said. As I struggled to my feet, pulling myself up by my wrists in
their cuffs, he dropped down and guided my feet towards the cuffs to fasten
them around my ankles. As he stood up he moved away to my right towards the
wall. Following him with my gaze I saw him approach a box mounted on the
wall. It had a small handle on the front and a pair of ropes rising out of
its top going up the wall above it. My gaze followed the ropes up the wall
to where they tracked across the ceiling before descending to the cuffs on
my wrists. These were the ropes that were binding me. Even as I saw that he
turned the handle and I felt my wrists being pulled up. I remembered how
Sir had once had me in this position at his flat, but this was a far more
solid and presumably permanent installation. A flicker of fear ran through
me as I began to wonder whether or not I should fear what I had got myself
into.

He wound the ratchet until my arms were level with my head, then turned and
came back, stepping up onto the podium to face me again.

"Look at me now," he said and I raised my eyes to meet his.

"At this point I must make something clear. Although your position gives
every indication that you are being tightly bound, in reality you will only
remain bound fast for as long as you choose to be. These bonds are just
part of the games we play, a demonstration of your willing submission."

He took me by the waist and pulled my body across, moving my weight onto
one leg. He gestured at the other leg.

"Now pull at the strap on your ankle." I tugged at it tentatively with my
foot. It didn't give.

"No," he said. "Imagine you believe that something you really don't want to
happen is going to happen, and you need to escape it. So pull as hard as
you can." He braced me as he spoke, and as I yanked my leg up I heard the
harsh rip of velcro as the cuff parted and my leg came free.

"You see?" he said, still holding me tight by the waist. He raised a hand
and took hold of my wrist.

"And see here." These cuffs had a padded strip of leather that ran up past
my palms to where they joined the end of the rope. I had automatically
closed my fingers around it to stop the cuffs digging into my wrists. It
was firm and padded, obviously something to hold onto. He pointed with one
finger towards the top.

"Look here," he said. He pointed to a little white button toward the top.

"Now push it. Reach your hand round, you'll need your middle finger to
reach it." I did as he said, stretching a bit as I struggled to reach it,
but as soon as I pressed it the cuff fell away from the rope and my arm
came free. He immediately raised it back up and clipped it back in place,
then dropped onto one knee to wrap the cuff back around my ankle again. I
had automatically placed my foot back obligingly close to it.

"So there you have it," he said as he stood up again. "As I already told
you, everything that happens between us must remain entirely
consensual. You need to feel safe in order to fully explore your own
arousal and being fearful will severely inhibit that. So we both
gain. Knowing that you can free yourself will rid you of any fear, and the
simple fact that you choose to remain bound will show me that you are
willing to continue. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." It seemed that he was aware of my possible
nervousness and this certainly settled my mind again.

"Good. And whenever you are bound you will never be left on your own, there
will always be someone in attendance in case of emergencies. That is why my
slave is here." He paused for a moment before he spoke again.

"Now lower your eyes again." He took me by the nipples, not with a harsh
grip, but just enough to pull them this way and that as an expression of
his dominance.

"For a submissive to properly serve a Master, it has to surrender control
of all its bodily movements to the Master. A submissive cannot move of its
own free will. That would require it to assume the active role and having
the active role is simply not allowed for a submissive. So its body will
only move when the Master tells it to move. Its only thought should be its
gratitude to its Master for deeming it to be worthy of serving him.

"That means that if the Master has to leave for some reason or other while
you are serving him and he tells you to wait, that is what you will do. And
that is all that you will do. You will not move, you will not fidget, you
will just wait patiently in whatever position he has left you until he
returns. Whether it's for five minutes, or ten, or half an hour, you will
simply remain quite still where you have been left."

"It's partly for that reason that I am trussing you up like this. I have
some things to attend to, and I want to ensure that you remain exactly as I
have left you all the while I am gone. And also to give you some experience
of how it feels when you are required to stay motionless at your Master's
leisure."

He squeezed my nipples a little tighter now, pulling hard enough to make me
wince before letting them go. He moved round behind me and I felt him begin
to undo my collar. He took it off me and moved away. It felt a little
strange to be without it. He came back to stand behind me again.

"Lift your chin," he said. I obeyed, tilting my head back and as I did so
he brought what looked like an alarmingly deep collar down over my head in
front of me. As he pulled it back against my neck I had to raise my chin a
little further to accommodate it.

"This is a training collar," he said as he drew it into place. "It is to
ensure that your head stays in the position I require."

It was deep indeed. Its base rested on the top of my breastbone and it
stretched up to push under my chin so that once he had buckled it up my
head was firmly fixed, tilted back so I could only look at the
ceiling. Although it held me tightly it didn't dig in, it seemed to be
padded at top and bottom. He left again and I heard the ratchet clicking as
he wound up the wrist cuffs until my arms were stretched tight up above my
head until I could hardly move.

"There now, that will keep you securely in place," he said as he came back
around to stand close in front of me. I didn't know where to look, if I
looked down I could only look directly at him, so I left my eyes looking up
toward the ceiling, scared to look at him without being told. He held a
plug up in front of me. It was quite thick and shaped like the head of a
penis.

"Open your mouth," he said, and as I did he slid it in, fixing my jaw open
and filling my mouth. With that he brought up a blindfold, fitting it
around my head and over my eyes plunging me into total darkness. There was
a moment's pause and then I felt the vibrations in my arse begin anew. He
waited for a moment before taking me by the nipples again, squeezing tight
this time and pulling at them until I groaned aloud. Then I felt his hands
slide down and round me to take hold of my buttocks, pulling my body
against his as he kneaded and pulled at my cheeks. His closeness was
overpowering, I could feel the heat of his belly and chest pressing against
mine and the warmth of his breath on my face. My eyes were wide open but I
could see nothing. I felt him lean closer, his mouth almost touching my
ear.

"Now you will wait," he murmured as if for my ears only. "You have no
choice in the matter. You can only wait for your Master's return like the
good little slave that you are."

With that he gave a sharp smack to my left buttock, stepped back and was
gone. I heard him move away, heard him say something to Adrian though I
couldn't make out what he said. A short silence followed before I heard the
sound of the door opening and closing and then there was only stillness and
silence.

His closing words still echoed in my ears. 'Like the good little slave that
you are'. A slave? Was that what I was now? If Sir was my Master did that
make me his slave?  Sir had never used the word, but after all I had always
obediently followed his instructions without ever making any
objections. Was that not the action of a slave? Master Gordon had used the
word several times now, and each time he did it gave me that same little
tingling sensation of truth deep inside me as it had when he'd referred to
my clit or my pussy instead of my cock or my arse. It felt as if the very
use of these words was opening my eyes to the reality of my true sexual
nature.

I had always had a fascination with the idea of bondage though I'd not yet
properly experienced it. The idea of being restrained totally exposed and
powerless held a strong fascination for me.  True, Sir had once fixed me in
a similar position, but that had been rigged up temporarily. This, with its
plinth and ropes and cuffs and ratchet was obviously a far more permanent
installation designed for regular use. But the reality was very different
to how I had always imagined it would feel. I realised that I had always
imagined it from the outside, as if I was a spectator viewing my body being
held for a Master's pleasure. This was very different. Now I was trapped on
the inside with nothing at all happening around me. I couldn't move, I
couldn't see, I couldn't speak, there was only darkness and silence. I
could only wait.

And in that silence my brain was still buzzing with all that had taken
place. I had been made to strip in front of a group of strangers, collared,
spanked, my arse plugged, before being drawn on a chain naked on all fours
through the room in full view of them. I had sucked the cock of a man I'd
never met, and still carried his sperm on my face. I had willingly licked
and kissed Master Gordon's arsehole, and had his cock forcibly buried as
deep as it would go into my throat. And yet there was still no feeling of
revolt or rejection, just the same sensation I'd always had before that
everything was as it should be, it was all right and proper. In life I
dislike being the centre of attention, and had I been required to move of
my own accord that would have crippled me with self consciousness, but as
all I had to do was follow Master Gordon's instructions I was able to
luxuriate in the attention as it added remorselessly to the arousal that
flowed through my body. My sole purpose was to please my Masters by obeying
their commands. Knowing that I was pleasing them would liberate me from any
self doubt and confusion about whether I was doing the right thing or not.

It suddenly struck me that all this arousal had not involved my own cock in
any way, indeed I realised that I had given it no thought at all throughout
everything that had happened, it hadn't even crossed my mind. This arousal
was centred elsewhere, deep inside my bowels where the buttplug was still
gently vibrating. It was the only thing that moved in my otherwise
motionless stretched out body and my attention was inexorably drawn to
it. Almost instinctively I began to flex and squeeze the muscles around it
until I found that I could push it against my prostate enough that the
stirrings of that delicious feeling began anew. Not enough for the feeling
to sweep over me, but enough for my hips to begin to move involuntarily and
a muffled groan to come from behind the plug in my mouth. I lost all
sensation of time or place as I strained desperately yet unsuccessfully to
increase it and the groans became whimpers of frustration. How long I was
suspended in this unrewarded attempt to increase the sensation I cannot
tell, but it was brought to an abrupt end as all of a sudden I felt a touch
on my body and my awareness was wrenched from deep inside me to the skin on
my body.

It was on my thighs, a light stroking touch on both thighs. Fingertips, it
felt like fingertips. Gentle, grazing over my flesh. Up and down from just
above the knees to my hips and back. Who was this? Adrian? It had to be
Adrian. It had to be, it couldn't be Master Gordon. I'd heard him leave the
room. Or had I? Perhaps he'd just opened and shut the door to confuse me
and hadn't left at all. Could it be that he been standing there watching me
all this time? Now the touch grew and I could feel the hands, one on each
thigh, the palms of each hand now rubbing gently across my flesh. But it
couldn't be Master Gordon. this wasn't a Master's touch, it was the touch
of a female, gentle, not insistent like a man's touch. But if it was
Adrian, was this disobedience on his part? If so, would I become part of
this disobedience? Would I become disloyal to Master Gordon by merely
receiving it? Yet it was possible that it could be Master Gordon mimicking
a female's touch. I was confused, even as the hands moved up and together
to caress my belly, just above but avoiding my cage. They lingered there
for a while before stroking their way apart again and moving back down to
pass over my thighs again. A very sensual gentle touch that was very
arousing. And then they were gone and all was stillness again. I didn't
hear or feel any movement after they left. After a few moments I began to
wonder whether I'd imagined it.

I had also begun to realise that there was a bit of a hidden endurance test
that came with the position he had put me in. He had pulled my arms up
tightly enough for strain to begin to develop in my shoulders. The only way
for me to relieve it was to stand up on tiptoe. But that caused its own
strain on my wide spread feet that could only be resolved by dropping back
onto my arms again. I knew I could relieve the strain by pulling my feet
free and putting my legs together but I wasn't going to do that. It would
be letting myself down and more importantly letting Sir down. It was just a
matter of taking the strain on one part for as long as I could while doing
my best to relax the other and then reversing them. And clenching my
muscles around the vibrator once again in the hope of gaining some
distraction.

At the same time, the touch of the hands had reminded me that Adrian was
there in the room and had been all the time. I had forgotten about him
until the touch, and so my groans and hip movements, my standing on my toes
were not tucked away in my own private world at all as I might have
thought. Here everything was public. He would have seen them, and through
him Master Gordon would come to know.

And then, after who knows how long, something happened. I heard the door
open, then close. This shocked me instantly out of my inner space and back
into reality as it always did after a period of waiting. All inner thoughts
disappeared and intense feeling flew to every inch of skin on my body. An
electric sense of apprehension and excitement surrounded me. The Master had
returned. Something was going to happen, and I had no means of controlling
it.


_____________________________________________________________________



Part three: CLIMAX

For some moments nothing happened. In my temporary blindness I strained to
use my hearing to forewarn me of what might be in store, but to no avail. I
sensed some movement off in front of me, then heard a brief bit of talking
that sounded like Master Gordon asking questions and Adrian giving answers,
but in such low voices that I couldn't make out what was said. I hoped
Adrian wasn't lying to his Master about touching me.

All of a sudden I felt a presence on the plinth right in front of me, I
felt the air move as he came. A hand grasped the plug in my mouth and
pulled it out, another hand pulled the blindfold off my face. The light
dazzled me and I involuntarily screwed up my eyes. He took hold of a ring
on the front of the collar to pull my head forward towards him.

"Look at me!"

I blinked my eyes open at his command, adjusting to the suddenness of the
light. His face filled my vision, it was very close, right up in front of
me, filling my vision. It was all I could see. My eyes met his steady gaze,
his face close enough in front of me that I felt his breath on my face as
he spoke.

"Have you been touched at all since I left you!?"

His voice was sharp and intimidating, demanding immediate answer. His stern
gaze transfixed me and gave him complete control of my being. I was
powerless to lie and any thoughts I'd had about whether telling him what
had happened might get Adrian into trouble vanished in the sheer force of
his power and presence.

"Y-yes Sir," I stuttered slightly as I said it, still blinking against the
inrush of light.

"Where have you been touched?"

"On the thighs, Sir, and on the . ." I hesitated, searching for the right
word to use in my confusion

"Well?" he demanded. "Speak up!"

"On the belly, Sir."

"Hmm. And have you been touched anywhere else? On your cage perhaps?"

"No Sir." He looked away toward Adrian.

"Is this true?" he barked.

"Yes, Master," came the soft response.

"I see." He paused for a moment, nodding slightly before looking me
straight in the eyes again. He gave a slight smile. It was a shock, it was
the first time he'd ever smiled at me.

"Good," he said. "You did the right thing, you told the truth. The true
submissive will always tell the truth to its Master, because it has no
option. Its very submissiveness makes it impossible for it to lie.  Its
only purpose is to obey its Master's wishes. If it lies to its Master it is
trying to take control of events which is the behaviour of a dominant, not
a submissive."

He paused, looking down at me now as I felt his hands take hold of my body
at my waist. They took immediate possession of my flesh as they made their
way over to rub at my belly. Freed from being held by his gaze I was
acutely aware that the training collar made it impossible for my to look
down and see what he was doing.  This inability to see my own body
powerfully heightened my sense of total exposure and vulnerability. His
hands made their way up my chest to take hold of my nipples to pinch and
roll them between his fingers. My body flinched at his touch as a whimper
of desire came from my lips.

He raised his head and once again I was held transfixed by his steady
gaze. One of his hands released its nipple and came up and my lips
obediently parted as he slid two fingers into my mouth.

"But that's not you is it?" he murmured. "You'll be a good little sub,
won't you. You would never dare to lie to your Masters would you you?"

"No Thir," I groaned as he squeezed my nipple a little tighter.

"And submitting yourself to the control of more powerful men is what
excites you, isn't it?"

"Yeth Thir" was all I could say.

"That is because your nature is to follow, not to lead. Serving and
pleasing powerful men who dominate you is what turns you on sexually and
gives you satisfaction. The feeling of powerlessness releases you from all
inhibitions and allows your true sexual nature to flourish."

His words mirrored exactly the thoughts I had just had and reinforced my
feeling that this was my proper place in the sexual scheme of things, it
was where I truly belonged. He regarded me in silence for a while, his
fingers sliding back and forth in my mouth, deep enough to make me gag a
little as they went, pressing my tongue down as I obediently sucked at
them. He gave my nipple a final squeeze before releasing it to take hold of
the ring on the front of the collar and work my head back and forwards so
it was moving on his fingers rather than his fingers moving in it. The
sensation of his power was overwhelming as he did this, it was a
demonstration of his total control over me. And of how easily he could
exercise it. His steady gaze held me transfixed, unable to look away as it
penetrated down into the depths of my being. I dissolved into a pool of
desire and need.

"Enough," he said eventually and let me go, sliding his fingers out of my
mouth and wiping my spittle off them onto my face. He moved away, going
round behind me. I felt him unbuckle the collar, then slide it forward and
up and off over my head.

"Roll your neck around," he said. "Rebalance your head."

I did so, and as I did I heard the click of the ratchet and felt my arms
begin to drop. Not a lot, but enough that I could stand more easily again.

As he came back in front of me I could see that his coat was gone now,
leaving his upper body bare above the leather chaps. The closeness of his
physical presence was enough to turn me on even more, the bareness of his
chest, the warmth of his body and the manliness of his smell made
everything feel more immediate. At his waist was the belt of his chaps, and
below that belt his cock stood out more now, engorged but not yet erect,
swinging gently as he moved. The sight of it made me lick my lips, it
instantly became the focus of my desire. I hungered for it. The need to
have it in my mouth and to take his majestic seed into me was almost
unbearable. The desire was only tempered with a slight frisson of fear as I
saw he now carried not one but two riding crops in his hand.

"Look at me," he said. I raised my eyes to meet his.

"As you have already found out, disobedient subs will be punished. On the
other hand, obedient subs may be rewarded. You have behaved respectfully
and obeyed my instructions as best as can be expected for a novice, so you
have earned a reward. But not just yet. I am going to warm you up a little
first. Lower your eyes now."

With that he lifted a crop in each hand and began to rub their tips against
my chest, one on each nipple, before beginning to tap them and then smack
them. Sometimes in unison together, sometimes alternately, sometimes
harder, sometimes more softly. He worked the crops down on to my belly,
then began to move around me smacking a path around my body as he went. Up
and down my sides, from hip to armpit, all over my back, down to the back
of my thighs, even between them where the skin was so tender. But this
wasn't a punishment in any way, it wasn't a beating. It was pure
stimulation, the crops arousing my flesh and leaving a trail of warmth on
my body wherever they went. My body began to move and twitch in response,
sometimes pulling away after a sharper blow, sometimes stretching toward
the blows. At one point he paused and I felt the vibrations in my arse step
up a notch or two. Up till then I'd hardly noticed that they were there but
now they became an equal part of the arousal, stimulating me from both
without and within. I had my eyes closed most of the time now, losing
myself in the sensations. The smacking would intensify in one spot for a
while before easing right off and making its way to the next target to pick
up the intensity again, the two crops working close together as a pair with
a rapid rat-a-tat-tat motion which eased off and slowed right down again
when they moved on. There was no pain involved, just an intense stimulation
which made my body feel completely alive.

The crops tapped their way back up my chest again now, moving across to one
nipple to concentrate on it. Master Gordon was standing off to one side and
the taps turned to smacks as he built the intensity again, smacking faster
and harder, working directly on the nipple and all the area around it. The
intensity was greater than before, harder, until it felt as if that part of
my body was on fire. Then it was gone, leaving an afterglow as the crops
moved over to the other nipple to repeat the process there. It wasn't
painful, it was just such an intense sensation that I could not help but
stretch my chest forward and up to meet it.

Down the crops moved now, down onto my belly to light the same fire there
from just above my cage to my belly button and from one side to the
other. I was forced to watch this all the time, mesmerised by both the
sight of the crops at work and the sensations they were causing. I could
see the skin turning pink to match the patches around my nipples. Then I
saw Master Gordon move on around behind me, the crops tracing a path across
my hip to my buttocks as he made his way to my rear. The intensity grew
even more now as he gave first one cheek and then the other the same
treatment, building the same fiery sensation that this time I could only
feel, not see. Even then as it grew I felt my back arch as my buttocks
thrust out and up to meet it just as my chest had. My body wanted it. The
intensity grew to a higher peak than before, and then all of a sudden it
all stopped and he was done.

A complete silence fell. I was half standing, half hanging from my arms. I
could hear him panting behind me, and realised that I was panting too. I
hadn't been aware of how or whether I had been breathing during it. I was
only aware that my body was glowing, but it felt more like it had just had
a very vigorous massage than any kind of punishment.

The vibrations in my arse died as he came back round to stand close in
front of me, still panting slightly from his exertions. I could see a light
sheen of sweat on his shoulders and chest. He raised one arm high as his
other hand pulled my head down and in to press my face against him, burying
my nose in the dampness of his armpit.

"Breath me in," I heard him say. "Let the smell of a Master feed your
submissiveness."

And I did, and it did. As he flattened my nose against his skin his deep
musky male scent mingled with my sense of surrender and the helplessness of
my bondage to form a perfect cocktail of arousal. The sheer masculinity of
his smell intoxicated me and I couldn't get enough of it. I sucked it
greedily into my lungs in long deep breaths, wanting to fill myself with
it, while relishing the instant arousal that now came over me whenever I
smelt it. Instinct took over as my lips began to kiss his flesh and my
tongue began to lick at him.

"That's it. Good girl," he said, rubbing my nose around anew as his hairs
tickled my face. He held me there for a few more long breaths before
pushing my head down and across his chest until my lips met his nipple. I
automatically began to lick and suck at it as imploring groans of desire
came from my throat.

"Enough," he said, giving me a sharp slap on my buttocks as he stepped away
from me leaving me hanging there, mouth open and tongue still out. Looking
down I could see that his penis was now standing out in an arc away in
front of him and I felt a little wave of pride that my body was playing a
part in his obvious arousal. I felt almost worthy of his attention.

He reached in the pocket of his chaps and fished out a key.

"It's time for your little clit to have some fresh air."

With that he reached down to unlock the padlock on my cage. As he removed
it and lifted my penis slightly the cage around my balls fell away into his
other hand, but the metal sheath did not just slide off as it had done
before, it remained in place.  He had to take hold of the tube and give it
a steady pull. I felt my foreskin being stretched forward against the grip
of the tube before it finally slid off to reveal my penis, fully engorged
yet not erect. It was so sensitive that I could feel the air move on its
head. He lifted it by its shaft with one hand and reached down to put just
one finger of his other hand on the very tip, rubbing it around my piss
slit. Instantly his finger began to slide around as precum leaked out onto
it. Being suddenly touched there after being locked away for a week was so
seductive that I caught my breath for a moment, then let out a low groan as
I gave way to the sensation. Now he took the cockhead between thumb and
finger as he had before and began to press and rub it between them with a
touch that was so delicate that it was almost ethereal. Within seconds my
cock rose to full stand, stiff and swollen and hot, standing out urgently
in front of me as if desperately seeking release. Yet more precum leaked
out and his fingers slid even more sensually over its surface. It looked
and felt as if I was moments away from coming. The sheer speed of its
response astounded me, I'd never gone to the edge of orgasm that fast in my
life before. But then he took his hand away leaving it standing out all on
its own.

"Such an eager little clit," he said. "And already showing the benefits of
being caged for a while it seems. Its eagerness is very appealing."

He then reached down under it to take my balls in his hand, cupping them
and rolling them around gently with his fingers in silence for a few
moments before he spoke again.

"So now we come to these little specimens."

Being restrained as I was as this almost total stranger rolled and squeezed
my most delicate parts filled me with trepidation at this demonstration of
my total vulnerability. I could do nothing, I was completely at his
mercy. The short pause as he continued to fondle them seemed to last for
ever before he broke his silence again.

"You will have always thought of these as your balls won't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I mumbled hesitantly, instinctively sensing where this might be
leading.

"But having balls is an expression of masculinity, is it not?" His voice
was stern now.

"Yes Sir," I mumbled again, shamefacedly. My cock had begun to wilt again
even as he took hold of my balls, a little drop of precum hanging on a
thread from its abandoned tip.

"Indeed. Only real men have masculinity, don't they. So only real men can
have balls. That is true is it not?"

"Yes Sir."

"But you are not a real man are you?"

"No Sir."

"Say it out loud."

"I'm not a real man, Sir." I flushed with embarrassment as I said it.

"Then you don't deserve to have balls, do you. And so these can't be seen
as real balls any more, can they now?" His fingers closed around them in a
tighter grip and pulled gently at them.

"No Sir." I was squirming self consciously now.

"Of course they can't. You can make no claim to masculinity in any way at
all any more. The little that you might have had has been systematically
drained out of you by your Master during your training. And now you have
become the obedient little cock sucker that you were always meant to be,
whose only desire is to worship the masculinity of those who are its
Masters. It may sound harsh, but that is the truth of the matter, is it
not?"

"Yes, Sir." I almost whimpered the words, my voice small and timid. He
paused for a moment. Transfixed by his relentless gaze I knew beyond any
doubt that every word he had said was the truth.

"Of course it is," he continued, giving my balls a further squeeze. "So
then, what is the proper way for us to refer to these little specimens of
yours?"

I hesitated.

"Well?" he barked, his grip tightening.

"I don't know, Sir," I said.

"Well I'll tell you. They are of such insignificance that there is no need
for them to be called anything. So they have no name. They are merely a
useless bodily appendage that you happen to have been born with by
mistake."

As he spoke his thumb and forefinger moved to circle the root taking them
in a firm grip, pulling the skin tight around my balls. He tugged them down
a little away from my body, causing me to wince and make a plaintive little
cry. Having my balls held in this way while I was restrained and helpless
made his power over me seem absolute.

"They may look the same as the balls of a real man, but they are not, they
are only a pale imitation of the real thing. Only real men have balls and
only a real man can produce genuine male seed. All that docile little subs
like you can manage is just a milky liquid. It is of no value to anyone but
needs to be milked out regularly, mainly to ensure the sub's general good
health, but also to deepen its acceptance of its Master's complete control
over its sexuality."

He paused for a moment, his steely gaze holding me transfixed before him as
it penetrated to the very depths of my being, dissolving any possible
resistance.

"And that prospect excites you does it not? To be a submissive under the
complete control of its Master?"

"Yes, Sir." To deny it was impossible. His lips curved into a smile.

"Good. For that is what you are in the process of becoming."

He smiled again as he gave my balls a final squeeze before releasing them
and stepping back.

"Eyes down now." I tilted my head down obediently, my gaze dropping to lock
onto his penis as it hung there in front of me so enticingly yet so utterly
beyond my reach. And it was impossible for me to ignore the fact that my
own penis was well on the way to full stand again despite my misgivings as
he had held me by the balls.

He turned away from me towards where Adrian was and snapped his fingers.

"Come." In my side vision I could see Adrian get up and move towards
us. Master Gordon pointed to the floor in front of me.

"Kneel here facing it. Do not touch it." Adrian dropped to his knees as he
got on to the dais and knelt right in front of me. His face was close to my
penis, only inches away from it. Was this to be my reward, I wondered. To
have my cock sucked? How could that be when I had just been told that I
didn't even have one?

Master Gordon's hand reached down to take hold of my shaft and lift it so
that its head was at Adrian's lips.

"Now bring its clit to full display for me. Slowly and gently, understand?"

"Yes Master." Adrian's voice was soft and respectful now that he was
speaking to his Master, not lively and friendly as it had been with me.

"Open your mouth then, and put out your tongue." Adrian's mouth fell open
obediently and I saw his tongue come out. My cockhead was less than an inch
from it now. And yet no command came, there was a pause that grew into a
silence. Everything seemed to freeze. He had us both in a state of
expectation, but his attention was on Adrian so it was more likely it was
aimed at him. I had a flashback to that first night in the restaurant when
he had taunted Adrian with my cock. Was he doing it again? Then he waggled
my cock a bit in front of Adrian's face and gave a grunt of approval.

"OK. That's enough denial for now." His grunt became an amused
chuckle. "Now give its little clitty a treat, it deserves it. But only on
the clit mind, no deeper. You may begin." He ran ran his hand along my
shaft bringing out a large dollop of precum. I felt a wave of anticipation
flood through me. I was going to get sucked.

"Thank you Master," Adrian said. He licked the precum carefully from the
tip as Master Gordon held it out to him before wrapping his lips around the
head to suck it into his mouth and begin to slowly slide back and forth
over my helmet, coating it with his saliva as he did. The sensation of his
mouth on my cockhead was exquisite. It seemed like forever since anyone had
sucked my cock, and it had certainly never been sucked by anyone who showed
such dedication and pleasure in performing the act. His movements were slow
and gentle, teasing rather than demanding. Each time he moved forward to
take me in I could feel his suction pulling it in as his tongue worked
lazily over and around it. Master Gordon's hand had left my shaft and he
was now holding me fast with one hand on my arse and the other on my belly,
pressing me tightly between them. This sensation of being held fast merged
with the vibrations in my arse and the sight and feel of Adrian's gentle
sucking into a long slow build up of pleasure throughout my body. I didn't
leap to full erection as I had when Master Gordon handled me, this was much
more gentle and sensual, but still I could feel and see my penis slowly
stiffen as it changed from its earlier softness to become a rigid rod
standing out from my body. I was in absolute heaven. But, as usual with
Master Gordon it didn't last.

"Enough," he said, "off now," Adrian gave a little whimper of
disappointment as he pulled back, leaving my cockhead glistening with
saliva and precum. Now that it was fully erect it stood out right in front
of his eyes. Master Gordon released my waist from his grasp and gave me a
sharp slap on my arse.

"You," he said. "Arch your back, display your pussy," As I obeyed, pushing
my rear out behind me as best as I could he pointed down towards Adrian.

"And you, Reach up and hold its hips steady." I saw Adrian's hands come up
and felt him take hold of me on each side. His grip was surprisingly firm,
almost as if I could relax forward into it and still remain in
position. Or, alternatively, to not to be able to move forward away from
what Master Gordon intended if I didn't like it. The sense of uncertainty
still wrapped closely around me.

I felt Master Gordon take hold of the base of the vibrator and begin to
move it inside me. Up and down, side to side, pulling it back and pushing
it forward he went, until he began to stroke that special spot with it. I
forgot all about Adrian and his mouth and my cock as that delicious feeling
began to spread through my body anew. Eyes closed, I lost myself in its
embrace. He began to pull the plug back as if intending to remove it, but
just as it reached the point where it was stretching my sphincter to the
utmost he stopped and held it there. I felt stretched to the maximum and it
hurt, but somehow the continuing vibrations now directly on it mixed
pleasure with the pain. Then, thankfully he eased it back in and once again
he gave me the reward of using it on my prostate which more than made up
for any discomfort from the stretching as I melted inside all over
again. Until he started to pull it out again. Three times in all he
stretched my arse in this way, twice only to push it back in, letting me
know that I would be stretched once more, but the third time it did come
out, leaving me feeling strangely empty.

"Move your hands, slave. Part its cheeks for me," I heard him say, and I
felt Adrian reach round to take a cheek in each hand and spread them
wide. I felt Master Gordon's hand stroke up and down my crease, then the
cold slipperiness of lube and his finger slid easily inside me. It worked
in and out opening and closing my sphincter each time, but then I was
stretched more again as another finger joined it to pull me yet wider,
though not to the extent that the plug had. He was standing alongside me
reaching down behind me and his fingers bent up making a kind of hook
inside me which he used to pull my pelvis up and around as if it was a fish
on a hook. His other hand came round in front of me and lifted my now limp
penis back up to Adrian's mouth.

"Bring its clit up again," he said and once again Adrian took it in his
mouth to suckle gently on the cockhead. The dual sensation of his mouth and
Master Gordon's fingers had me rolling my head and moaning repeatedly,
unaware of anything other than the pleasure that overwhelmed me. Master
Gordon then dropped to one knee beside me, his fingers rotating inside me
as he did so that they now pressed down to rub over my prostate. My penis
stiffened rapidly in Adrian's mouth, but once again Master Gordon ordered
him off as soon as it was fully erect.

His fingers continued to stimulate me as that incredible sensation
blossomed once again, bringing a wave of pure pleasure that grew to be all
consuming before he eased off to allow me to come back to my senses once
again. But it was only for a short while before the fingers began to work
their magic and almost instantly I was gone, straight back to the peak,
throwing back my head and crying out insensibly with the almost unbearable
wave of pleasure I felt. He eased off again, the fingers now only lightly
resting on the sweet spot. They stayed still for a short while as I
returned to my senses, breathless with the intensity of it all. Then they
moved again with the lightest of touches that retreated until they hardly
touched me at all. I stretched upwards trying to follow his fingers,
raising myself on tip toe and pulling myself up with my arms trying with
all my might to reach them. I could still only just feel them and I began
to move my pelvis back and forward in a desperate attempt to stimulate
myself.

"Good girl, that's it," I heard him say. "Fuck yourself on my fingers"

And so I did, yet still only getting the slightest stimulation from the
lightest occasional touch. My hips moved faster, but to little avail. My
longing for his touch was absolute, the desire for it filled my entire
being as I groaned and cried out with frustration. But then, suddenly, his
fingers pressed down purposefully on my spot, hard and fast now, moving
with precise determination, pressing me back down to stand firm on my feet
again. The groans and cries became inarticulate sounds under his onslaught,
though I had no idea what I was saying. The feeling returned on a roller
coaster of intensity, carrying me along on the highest wave as its
sensation radiated out to fill my entire being. Suddenly it began to break
and I felt an outpouring begin from its centre to the front of my body. I
felt a dim awareness that I might be urinating, and looked down at Adrian
in sudden panic, only to see that my penis was lying inert on his on his
tongue as it protruded from his mouth and I was not urinating but
coming. My penis was fully swollen but not erect, and I wasn't coming in
the usual spurts, it came instead in gentle pulses as my sperm flowed out
onto his tongue. As I came Master Gordon's movements became soft and gentle
before dying away altogether. He reached round and ran his other hand along
my shaft bringing out the final drops onto Adrian's tongue.

"Up and share now," he said, and Adrian rose to his feet in front of me,
mouth still open. One arm slid around my waist to hold my body tightly
against his, his other hand reaching up to tilt my head forward. Our lips
met and he kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth before retreating
only to return laden with stickiness and I realised he was feeding some of
my sperm back into me. The kiss was delightful, better than any I had ever
had and I lost myself in it. Our tongues met and caressed each other in a
gentle dance that I wanted to go on forever. But then Master Gordon's
fingers moved again, the feelings erupted immediately with the same
intensity and once again I threw my head back and cried out as my body
writhed in Adrian's embrace. I was stunned by this return so soon after I
had come, I felt as if I was about to come again. This was unlike any
orgasm I had ever had, it totally blew me away that it might be repeated so
soon. Its intensity far surpassed any orgasm I'd ever had and it had been
controlled completely from outside. I had remained completely passive
throughout as it was done to me, and I had played no part in its
arrival. Then his fingers retreated and as the sensations died away I
dropped my head and returned greedily to the kiss, back to the dance with
Adrian's tongue and the feel of his body pressed against mine. Master
Gordon allowed this to continue for a while, before giving us both a sharp
slap on the bottom.

"Enough now. Back to your knees.." Adrian released me and dropped down to
the floor again.

"Off to one side," he said with a wave of his hand and as Adrian obeyed
Master Gordon reached down to fit the cage back over my cock and balls,
shutting them away in captivity once more. It was all done very
quickly. When he was done he turned to Adrian.

"Clear up in here. Get it back into its clothes and away." he said
indicating toward me before turning to me and taking me by the chin to
bring me face to face with him.

"And you," he said. "Remember this. The submissive's path to pleasure comes
through its pussy not its clitoris. Your clitoris is secondary now." He
paused for a moment, holding me with his implacable gaze before
continuing. "There is a message for you from your Master with your
clothes. Do not open it until you get home, understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, still trembling from my exertions.

"Good." He released my chin and turned back to Adrian.

"Fetch my coat." Adrian jumped up and went to get it, holding it out behind
Master Gordon for him to slip it on. He buttoned it up slowly and I could
sense his eyes looking me up and down as he did so. When he had done he
picked up my collar from where it lay on the floor, turned and left without
another word, leaving us alone.

_____________________________________________________________________

EPILOGUE:


There was a short period of silence after the door closed behind
him. Adrian still knelt by my feet. Then he moved and loud ripping sounds
filled the air as he pulled the velcro apart on the cuff on first one foot
and then the other, freeing my legs. He stood up in front of me, the
friendly grin returning to his face as he did so.

"Well," he said. "You seem to have survived all that ok! How are you?"

"Oh my god," I said. "That was fantastic, I've never known anything like
it. And thank you."

His eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Thank me?" he said. "What for?"

"For sucking my cock so beautifully. No-one has sucked it for simply ages
and it was delicious."

He smiled and stepped closer, slipping his arms around my waist, pulling us
together.

"Ah that, that was my pleasure. I've wanted to suck it ever since I first
saw it. I hope one day Master will allow me to do a proper job."

His face was very close now as he looked up slightly at me. His lips were
slightly parted and his tongue came out to lick at them provocatively.

"And what about the kissing, did you like that?"

"Oh yes," I said. "That was lovely." His head moved closer.

"Best ever," I went on, and then our lips touched and we were kissing
again. A long gentle kiss as our tongues met and danced. The warmth of his
body against me merged with the pleasure of the kiss and I surrendered to
the sensations sweeping over me. This was very different to being with a
Master. It was sensual and erotic, yes, but with no sexual impetus to
it. It was just two equals enjoying the contact of their bodies. I felt a
frustration as my arms were still fixed out to each side of me. After what
seemed a long time our lips parted and he reached up to release first one
arm and then the other. As we kissed again I automatically put my arms
around him and slid my hands over his back before reaching down to grasp
his buttocks and pull him up towards me. His body felt one hundred percent
female, pliable and responsive to my touch. Finally our lips parted again.

"Are we supposed to be doing this?" I said, slightly nervous that this
might be transgressing.

"Oh, yes, it's fine," he said. "Slaves are allowed to touch each
other. After all, it's not as if we can do anything about it is there?" And
he rubbed his hips against mine so our cages met and clanked against each
other.

"But not for too long," he laughed and then released me. "I must get on and
clear up. Otherwise I will be in trouble. Sit yourself down, it won't take
long."

And so I sat on the edge of the dais watching him as he went about his
business. Master Gordon had obviously used a lot of lubricant as there was
a little pool of it on the floor below where my arse had been, so Adrian
mopped it up with a cloth before picking up the buttplug and training
collar to put them away. His mention of trouble made me remembered his
touching me when I was trussed up.

"I hope I didn't get you into trouble." He paused and looked at me with a
puzzled expression.

"Trouble? What trouble?"

"For telling your Master that you'd touched me back then. It was you wasn't
it?"

He gave a little laugh.

"Ah yes, that," he said. "Don't worry about that. I was only doing what
Master had told me to do."

Now it was my turn to look puzzled.

"It was a little test," he said. "Master wanted to know whether your
instinct would be to try and protect a fellow slave or whether you would
tell him the truth as a proper submissive would. You passed the test easily
so it's all good."

Then he finished his clearing up.

"Come on then, it's time to get moving," and he led the way to the door and
into the little anteroom beyond. There were two neat piles of clothing on
the bench I'd seen earlier, his and mine. On top of mine was an envelope
and my collar, its padlock now back in place. We both dressed and then he
led the way out of the door and down the corridor away from the restaurant,
away from the activity and smell coming even more strongly than before from
the kitchens to an external door at the rear where he paused for a moment
before opening it.

"Just a thought," he said. "Would you like to meet up sometime outside of
this? Perhaps we could meet for a drink or something sometime?"

"Yes," I said, my response was immediate. "I'd like that."

"Great," he said. "We'll both have to get our Masters permission, but I'm
sure it will be fine."

Then he opened the door and gave me a last quick kiss on the lips.

"Just follow round to the right and you'll come back to the road."

Outside the door was a kind of yard surrounded by the backs of buildings. I
did as he said and came back onto the road a couple of doors down from the
restaurant. I crossed the road before walking back past the restaurant, its
blinds now all drawn back, its interior now fully revealed to the outside
world. It felt somehow odd to be wearing clothes again. I looked at my
watch and it was now well after half past six. I was amazed to find that
I'd been in there for over three hours. There were people around on the
street, and it was a strange sensation moving among them, my body still
glowing from my submission, knowing that I had just experienced something
special that they hadn't.

Sir's note was burning in my grasp, but I resisted the temptation to open
it. Obedient to the end I still felt bound to follow Master Gordon's
instructions. And I realised why. It was because if he were to ask me about
it at some time in the future then I wouldn't have to try to lie.

And so I waited until my front door closed behind me before tearing open
the envelope and pulling out the contents.

It was in Sir's handwriting, short, well spaced and to the point.

'Dear boy,

The trial period that we agreed on has now come to an end.

The time has come for you to make your decision.

Present yourself to me on Saturday at 6.00pm.

Richard'


And it was still only Tuesday . . . .

    *         *         *         *         *         *         *         *

Comments and suggestions are always welcome at john_pearce321@yahoo.com
Many thanks to everyone who has commented on the story so far!