Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 16:30:49 -0500 From: Bruno Ciardi Subject: Sir Called--Part 2 As i walked to Sir's house i continued to reflect on our first night. I was naked with a fully clothed man who was using his hands to learn how he could direct my body. He never kissed me and didn't allow me to take any initiatives that night. When I tried to kiss him he firmly pushed my face away from him and said; "no, it isn't going to be like that." I didn't know what he meant so I just stored the information and continued to let him do what he wanted. After several hours he stopped and said; "I think it's time for you to go for now.", leaving me with a throbbing hard-on. He just got up and said; "Wait for me to phone you this week." As istood, he slapped my ass. It was a bit too hard to be playful, just hard enough to be slightly humiliating. In my state of arousal i couldn't control my reaction. i started to cum. Not knowing what to do i caught the cum in my hand because i didn't want to stain his carpet. Now i felt completely humiliated standing naked in front of him, with all of his clothes on, looking at me like i was a child who just peed his pants. i was mad but couldn't let him know because i was already thinking that i couldn't lose this guy. i laughed uncomfortably. He gazed at me and in a voice that was almost a whisper said; "It would be really nice to see you eat your cum now." Although i had never done anything like that i was not about to say no to him. i started licking my hand. When i finished i thought i would make light of my feeling humiliated by jokingly saying; "Did Sir like that?" He responded, "Yes, and I want you to continue to call me Sir. You'll learn not to be embarrassed by pleasing me. Now go home." i left his house totally confused but still very aroused. Being humiliated was not something i did for fun or for sex but with him, feeling humiliated and hot were beginning to become inseparable. i went home, stripped off my clothes and sat in the living room thinking about how i had felt with him. i was sure that it was the most sexually erotic night of my life but i was not sure i wanted to feel as naked, aroused, and ashamed with anybody as i did with him. The rest of the week went by in the same way. I worked, carried on as if everything were fine but i was thinking about him and refeeling everyplace he touched me all week long. Then he called again on Thursday. He didn't say who it was and didn't ask how i was. He just said that he wanted me to make dinner for him at my house on Friday evening. He would be over at 8:00. Then he added; "It would be nice if you didn't have any clothes on when you open the door. We'll start things right this time." Once again, i knew that i would do what he told me but i didn't feel comfortable with my eagerness to do so or with his self-assurance that i would do exactly what he said. For the rest of that evening and all day Friday i had trouble not thinking about being at my door naked for him. i also put some thought into what dinner i could make that would please him -- i could already see how this relationship was already changing how i felt about myself and that he was bringing out of me something i never knew was there. On Friday, i went home after work. Instinctively, i stripped and started to prepare dinner. i worked quickly, making a simple meal that ihad seen in Gourmet. When he rang the bell at 8:30 i let him in. He stood in the entrance, with the door still open, smiled at me and my naked body. When he closed the door he pinched my nipples and gave a playful slap to my face, saying only; "Very nice, we're off to a good start." We talked for a while or, i should say, he directed the conversation and i followed his cues. It was pretty clear that our roles were becoming very established. When i invited him to come to the table he took the head seat. i went into the kitchen to bring in the food. When i brought it in, he looked on approvingly and said; "Nice job, after you serve me why don't you sit down there." Once again, i felt humiliated at being told that i could sit at my own table. But i served him and sat as he had told me to do. He ate, paying little attention to me. When he finished the green beans, he stopped and said; "I'd like you to serve me some more of these but first heat them up." i got up to heat the green beans. It was impossible to hide my raging hard-on as i went to the kitchen and returned. He continued to eat as if i wasn't there. At the end of dinner he repeated what he had said at our first dinner. So i went to wash the dishes. I finished and went into the living room. His copy of "In Search of a Master" was on the coffee table. He noted it and said, once again in that firm whisper soft commanding voice, "Come and kneel with your head in my lap". i positioned myself so that i could look up into his eyes easily but it was very clear that i was becoming his to command. i was not comfortable but i was not protesting. And my cock was stiffer than i could ever remember. As i kneeled there in a subservient position, he started to speak. " I think you know by now what I am looking for. I have always been dominant to other men in relationships. I liked you from the moment we met. I want to train you and mold you. I know that this is very uncomfortable for you but you will learn to submit yourself to me in more and more ways. You may not like it but after a time it will become natural to you and you will crave my domination even if you hate how it feels to want to be dominated. You can tell me now that this is not what you want and I'll leave -- for good. But your cock and your eyes and the way you try to make me happy all tell me that you want to be dominated by me. If you accept what I am offering we will go slowly. I will break down your resistance and bring you past your fears slowly." I looked at him, maybe like a deer caught in headlights -- but this deer had a rock hard cock and a body that already felt like he was inside of me in some way that took control away from me. Seeing my look, he said, "Don't speak. If you agree that we should continue to explore this then lower your head and kiss my shoes in submission. NOW." My body was shaking. i didn't want to become his sub and i didn't want to lick anybody's shoes. But i wanted him. I slowly lowered my head to his shoes, still shaking with my ass exposed. Then i raised my head and started to cry, something i couldn't remember doing in years. He stood up and had me stand to. Then he put his arms around me and let me cry on his shoulder. Although he was younger and four inches shorter he stroked my head as though i were a little boy. The last thing he said before he left that night was; "For now you are my boy. Whenever we are alone you will call me Sir. Whenever you have a dialogue in your head, imagining that you are talking to me, you will call me Sir. Whenever we are alone together or when I tell you that certain friends are coming over, you will be naked. Is that clear, boy?" And my last words to him that evening, after he once again slapped my on the ass and caused me to cum in my hand, were: "Yes, Sir. I understand" Then, as he left he said "Good, the training will begin now."