Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 18:27:21 -0400 From: Luke Forsing Subject: My First Master Part 1 My First Master Part 1 I had gotten into sort of a habit. I would post an ad on Craigslist seeking a dominant master to own, use, train, discipline, etc me. I would carry on extended email conversations with the men who responded but, eventually, when they wanted to actually meet and use me I would chicken out and flake. I would stop answering emails. Sometimes i would make up an excuse, sometimes I would just ignore the guy and never speak to him again. The idea of submission to another man turned me on like almost nothing else. The actual practice of it honestly scared me. I was also ashamed of these desires and the combination of fear and shame seemed destined to never allow me to actually act on my urge to surrender control. I went on like this for years. Sometimes I would dabble more, other times I would bury my feelings and concentrate on more mainstream, conventional sexual pursuits. I had a lot of sex with a lot of guys but was not really fulfilled and craved more. Then one night, everything changed. I had put up one of my regular ads online describing myself as a no-limits sub boy searching for a twisted owner. I got a few responses, I answered a few back. Then I got the one that changed my life. It said only this: " Looking for property. Give me your address now, then unlock your door, take off all of your clothes kneel at the door and wait." I found myself typing my address and before I could talk myself out of it I hit send. I panicked a bit, but I was at my house and figured I could control the situation if necessary so I calmed down. I heard a car pull up out front after about 30 minutes...I hastily stripped and kneeled in front of the door. Unlocking it as I knelt down. I still don't know if maybe he heard the door unlock or what exactly he observed, but he knew before he walked in that i hadn't obeyed him exactly. He came in like he owned the place, shut the door behind him then turned to face me. He looked into my eyes then slapped me across the face so hard it made my ears ring. Before I had even recovered from the first blow, he landed a second, third and fourth. Tears welled up in my eyes and I almost got up. He noticed this and stepped back, crossed his arms and waited to see what I would do. I remained on the floor, clasped my hands behind my back and looked at the floor. "Maybe you're worth something after all." He said. "I was just going to punish you for disobeying then leave but you've caught my interest." "Tell me why you didn't follow my orders." I started to deny disobeying him and he laughed humorlessly and turned towards the door again to leave. All of a sudden I desperately wanted him to stay. Needed him to stay. "I am sorry sir. I was lazy and it was more convenient to follow your orders when you arrived than to do what you actually told me to do" "Please stay, I'll do whatever you say exactly when and how you say to do it." "Please forgive me sir and let me serve you." "It will never happen again." "Words are easy." "Actions are difficult." "Beg me to punish you." "You know you've done wrong." "Try to correct the problem" "Please punish me sir" "I said beg, not ask boy." I swallowed every ounce of self respect I had and prostrated myself at his feet. "Please sir, I need this to be made right. I am useless and stupid and I always make a mess of things. I beg you sir, hurt me, punish me." "I don't even deserve your attention but I crave it like a drug sir. I surrender and submit to your will and beg you to do whatever you see fit to make me useful to you sir." " Not too bad boy, I believe you." "OK, we'll see how this goes" "Maybe you can redeem yourself as potential property. "Kneel again like you were supposed to before I got here." I scrambled to obey him and was quickly again kneeling before him. He walked into the kitchen and started rummaging around. With great effort I said nothing and let him poke around. He returned with a wooden spoon and a zucchini. Without announcement or fanfare he spit on the zucchini and proceeded to shove it up my ass. WIth great effort I didn't show any visible reaction to the discomfort this caused. "Hold that in there" He said then immediately began smacking me with the wooden spoon. My back and buttocks soon had angry red welts but i remained clamped down on the intrusive vegetable as ordered. I don't know if he counted or timed it or just got bored, but eventually he set the spoon aside and stood in front of me once more. "I'm disappointed boy" He said. My heart sank. What did i do or not do? "All that effort and not a bit of gratitude boy" "That's rude and disrespectful.." I immediately bowed forward almost instinctively until my head touched the floor and said, "I am sorry for not doing this sooner but from the bottom of my heart, Thank You sir for your time and effort. Thank you for listening, Thank you for correcting me, Thank you for the pain sir" "Better late than never I suppose." "I have to leave soon boy" "Stand up go over to the couch, bend over the arm of the couch and clasp your hands behind your back" Without a pause I did as he ordered. He came up behind me and pinched my nipples, then stroked my cock a little bit before slapping my balls. It hurt almost worse than the whipping had but I struggled not to react. Then he did it again. I managed to quash almost everything but a thin whining noise which seemed to satisfy him. He yanked the zucchini out of my hole and threw it aside. In its place he substituted his cock. "Oh thank you sir, Please use me sir" "Your hole is still tight ...good" Then he began fucking me. Long, slow strokes almost all the way out then slowly but steadily all the way to the base "That feels great boy, I don't usually do this on initial inspection especially one that started like yours but I am going to give you a load I think boy" "Oh sir, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Please sir I want your load more than any thing!" "Good boy, shut the fuck up and take it then" His speed increased and his breathing became heavy and after a few minutes I felt him tense up. "I am gonna cum bitch...take this load even if you don't deserve it yet. And since you don't..." Suddenly my balls were being squeezed as though they were in a vise. The closer Sir came to climax the tighter his grip became. Finally he stopped thrusting and filled my ass with his seed. Gradually his grip on my nuts softened until he just cupped them. One more playful slap and he let them go completely and pulled his cock out of my hole. "Why aren't you cleaning my cock boy?" "You think I want your ass-juice on it?" I whirled around, dropped to my knees and began to clean his cock diligently with mouth and tongue. I could taste remnants of his load and a faint taste of my ass...I licked and sucked until both were gone. He got his pants back on and fastened. He looked down at me, I looked at the floor. He patted me on the head like a favored dog and said, "Ok boy, I'll be back...be good and watch your phone....."