Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2004 14:16:58 +0000
From: EXNYCTOP
Subject: Masterd By Mick..A True Story

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fact? All depends on which organ your following instructions from: the one
between your ears or the one between your legs!


		      Mastered by Mick...A True Story


So, I guess I start at the beginning. Okay well I'm a top in NYC or at
least...well...let's say I was an arrogant guy who got off on doing other
guys big time. I really enjoyed cruising the web hitting on other `tops' and
doing a head game on them. Watching them crumble to bottom status was hot as
hell. That is how I came across Master Mick. Saw his leather site and saw he
was online. I hit send on his yahoo instant messenger and we began chatting.
Amazingly he cut right through my bullshit at once. I was intrigued and we
really got into some heavy chat. Reading his views on that screen, well, I
was surprised by how intelligent and logical he explained his role. How
natural serving him was. Let me tell you I was really into him by the time
he said to `fuck off for now' and that we'd talk some more another time.
Yeah `fuck off cunt' to me and I loved it, much to my amazement.

I spent the next few days re-reading his statements and hoping to see him
online. One day I received a file from him. I opened it and there he was
telling me to cum for him like a good faggot. Got to admit I was smug about
it. I mean yeah he was hot as all fuck and that sexy voice was a boner
creator...but cum to a video...but I looked down and there was my hand
pumping my rod alright...could he be in my brain I thought as I popped my
nut. Alright so I did it a lot those next few days but so what I was no
bottom punk...right?

Well when I next saw him online I instant mess' him. He was pretty cool
about my bothering him again. He began asking me how the video was and
repeating some of lines from it to me. (`fucking cum faggott'/see files
section on the yahoo site: `glovedsmokingtop')  Fuck I needed to cum by then
and I was jerking my boner big time while he encouraged me to like a good
fuck boi. After as I was licking my jis off my gloves for him he got into
some real heavy stuff.

Found he was as seductive as hell! Got to say it, he turned me on big time!
He just knew what I really was deep inside. As he assured me that ownership
was in my nature a calm feeling came over me. I felt happy when I said
something he approved of. He took a hell of a lot of time with me explaining
and assuring me how I was doing `great'. Over the next month he trained me.
Showed me things. How he understood my need to be brutalized in mind and
eventually body...if I begged enough. Anyway thankfully he endured my pleading
to be owned by him. I didn't deserve it but he took pity on me thank God.
See Master Mick is a master who can be generous. Thankfully he let me show
him through `pay pal' my gratitude. He even insisted I don't go overboard.
The cam of him leathered smoking and grinning at me after in his tight
leathers made my gut churn with joy and my cock harden yet again. Fuck I had
a decent car I spent a fucking fortune on  so why not my greatest need!!!
The best leather master on earth!

I serve him now when I visit London. He lets me come to him and sit at his
feet while he eats. I hear the sounds of his leather encased body as it
moves and the warmth being the fag-boi of a hot master in leather engulfs
me. After I silently stand in a corner as he beats up some lucky guy who has
paid for the privilege hearin' him grunt and laugh as some willing masco
takes his dose. His verbal is rough but man it is mind blowing.Watching the
joy on their faces as Master Mick beats them is a profound experience now.
With each dull thud of flesh hitting flesh my senses become alive. The moans
of their surrender get me hard. It is indescribable in its erotic power.

After he is done giving of himself to satisfy their needs Master Mick allows
me to quietly towel the blood and sweat him off. I light his Camel and his
tobacco smoke fills me with desire. Then I kneel before him pressing my face
into his leather encased crotch. The smell of his musky sex scent fills me
and he tousles my hair as he mutters `good boy'. As he places an ownership
collar around my neck I blow my juices. God he is sexy.

Being owned by him is liberating. No decisions just obedience. And thanks to
him I'm rocking at work. Without outside decisions I can concentrate on my
job because I know I will please him. As I rise in pay I know the joy that
comes from giving some to him.
See I was a smug guy but now I'm Master Mick's. I'm home and those empty
jerk offs now have a name, a master and flesh.

Author :  EXNYCTOP