Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 18:05:26 EDT
From: Arovingi@aol.com
Subject: Lessons for a Sub.  Chapter I

This story is based on truth - but embellished.  I hope you all enjoy.

Having little to do one evening, I sat in a chat room just feeling out the
different prospects when I started to speak with ttltop or as I came to
know him, Steve or, later, Sir.  After learning a bit about each other's
essentials such as height, weight and cock size, we exchanged pictures.
Steve was only minutes from my work which made a meeting very convenient.

About a week later I was in my car driving to his home.  As I pulled up, I
felt my heart racing.  I had some idea of what to expect, but there was
still the unknown factor.  Steve had explained that he had a sub but was
always open to looking for others whom he could use on a regular basis.

As I rang the doorbell, Steve opened the door.  Like his picture, Steve was
in his late 30's and fit.  He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt and had on
no shoes.  "Come on in", he said causally.  I guess I must have looked a
tad nervous since he followed up with, "Pour yourself a drink, I'm sure you
could use one."  He had a nice selection of scotch.  I made one for myself
and one for him.

Sitting on the couch, he asked, "So, you don't have a lot of experience".
"Little", I replied.  In fact, my experiences had been limited to brief
one-time vanilla encounters. "Then you are going to enjoy this", he said
with a smile.

After downing my drink and feeling its warmth, I began to feel more
comfortable.  Seeing that, Steve said, "Now, why don't you go into my
bathroom and take a hot shower.  I like my slaves to be squeaky clean when
I play with them.  After you dry off, come back here.  Leave your clothes
in the bathroom.  You won't need them."

The shower preceded by the drink did the trick to totally relax me.  I
dried off and walked into the living room.  Steve had turned down the
lights some and had taken off his shirt.

"Not bad slave," he said while examining me.  He took my cock and gave it a
squeeze.  "Kinda small, but acceptable."

"Now, get on your knees," he commanded.  I dropped down and kept my eyes
down.

"Kiss my feet," he ordered.  I kissed his feet and he lifted them so I
could also kiss the heels and soles. "Now lick them", he said after he felt
I had adequately worshiped by kissing.  I licked his feet making sure I was
mentally noting the taste of the man who would be Sir.

"Not bad," he said.  Next time I will expect you to do that without my
instructing you.  When you drop to your knees you will kiss my feet.  "Yes,
Sir," I automatically replied.

"Take off my jeans," he instructed.

I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the one button on his jeans.  I
unzipped the zipper and saw that he had no underwear on and his public hair
was exposed once the zipper was lowered.  As I pulled down his jeans his
cock was directly in front of me.  It was about two inches larger than mine
but much broader.  From my close vantage, I could see that it was slightly
erect and the veins were beginning to protrude.  I think I may have
actually swooned a bit at its first unveiling.

"You may worship my cock," he said while looking down at me.

I took his cock in my hand and began kissing it and licking its shaft and
beautiful mushroom head.  While still a little flacid, I put the cock in my
mouth pulling away with my lips tight and pulling out the first drops of
precum into my mouth.

Sir pulled my head away and left the room.  When he returned, he told me to
put my head to the floor while I was still kneeling.  He went behind me and
inserted a butt plug.  "I used lubricant.  You keep performing this well,
and you will continue to get lubricant before it goes into your pussy.  If
you perform poorly, it goes in dry." The thought was not agreeable.

He then stood before me and took two nipple clamps connected by a chain and
placed them on me tightening them until I grimaced. "Ohhh", he let out, "We
will have to toughen you up. You are far too sensitive there.  You will
learn to take much more."

He then guided my head back to his now fully erect cock.  I could feel
actually feel him pulsing in my mouth as I held his cock there.  I then
began to move up and down his shaft feeling him against my throat.  He
began thrusting and moaning, "That's a good boi.  You are a very good
slut."  The movement became even more violent and Sir began pulling my hair
into him.  Suddenly, a stream of cum rushed into my which I swallowed
hungrily - and a bit noisily.

My mouth, covered in saliva, was still holding Sir's cock when he took his
foot and pushed the chain connecting the nipple clamps to the floor,
pulling me along until my face was against the carpeting.  I stayed that
way while I heard pull up his pants.  He then went out of the room only to
reenter shortly after.

From behind me, I heard, "Well, slut, that was a very good start but I
know you can do better.  And I expect better next time.  In the meantime,
we have to loosed up this pussy."  With that, I felt the buttplug removed.
Then Sir began to insert what felt like a log into my ass.  I had often
read about the feeling of being split in two, but to actually live it was
very different.  "When you learn to beg to take this dildo in your pussy
and then take it without any pain is when I will gift you with my cock."
"Yes, Sir" is all I could reply.  Sir then began to move the dildo in and
out of me slowly and gently and then removed it to great relief.

Sir then pulled my chains to raise me up on my feet.  He looked down upon
my hard cock and slapped it.  "Remember", Sir warned me, "you do not cum
without getting my permission.  And then you will be expected to eat your
cum."  "I dutifully replied, "Sir, I will do as you say."  Content, Sir
smilingly said, "You are a very good whore.  You train well.  I want to see
you tomorrow at the same time.  Do not cum before then.  If you do cum,
don't bother returning.  I want you to wear this buttplug for at least two
hours.  We will loosen you up.  During the course of the day, you will on
the hour say out loud, "I am Sit Steven's slave."

Dismissing me, Sir said, "Now go get dressed."  You will leave the clamps
on until you reach your home.  When you arrive tomorrow, make sure they are
in place.  Goodnight."  Sir then turned and went into his bedroom closing
his door.  I followed his instructions to the tee feeling that I had made a
substantial step forward.

Chapter 2 to follow. I would like any feedback or comments.