Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 20:56:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: training of slave bob 23

I did as I was told, first cleaning out my hole in the
familiar way. Then I put on the maid's outfit as she
demanded. I got cooking in the kitchen, hoping to get
to the fun of the evening. She came in as I was
cooking with her old strap-on, and pulled out my plug.
She began sliding her cock in me, wiggling around,
then pulling out and letting me get back to my work.
She did this again and again, teasing my hole. She
finally pulled out and slid the plug in, allowing me
to plate up her dinner. I served her, and she thanked
me. When she was finished, she permitted me to eat the
leftovers off her plate on the floor. I then went to
clean up, and once again she buried her cock in my
hole. I was standing at the sink, so she buried it
deep in me, and each time I would move, her rubber
cock would jab against one of my boy-pussy walls. The
tip was sliding roughly across my prostate, and I was
in total bliss. It was hard to focus on the dishes,
but soon I was done and able to devote my full
energies to Katie. We went back to the living room,
where she had me remove my apron and present myself to
her.

She had me lay down across her lap, as was now a
familiar position for me, and with the first hard slap
across my tender cheeks, I knew I was in for another
wonderful night. My cock was hard and was unsheathed,
leaving it vulnerable to friction as I lay across her
lap. Pretty soon my chubby naked body was sliding
around her lap, my weight squeezing my cock painfully
against her thighs. I actually needed to piss more
than I needed to cum, but it would be a while before I
would be permitted to release either. So I just
squirmed like a scared little boy being punished by
his Daddy, except I was over a girl's lap. She did not
get particularly violent nor did she let up; she
simply kept up a firm, continuous assault. She paddled
a cheek at a time until I was burning red and felt a
sting all over. She then made the pain in my cock only
worse by jabbing a dry thumb in my sore cock hole,
which of course couldn't hope to resist the invasion.
She then spit on my hole before sliding two fingers in
and driving them straight for my prostate. I would be
in ecstasy except for the fact that I wouldn't be
allowed to enjoy the pleasure to the point of release.


When Katie thought I was finally punished enough, she
shoved me off her lap and I tumbled to the floor,
landing hard on my shoulder and stomach, my cock
slamming against the floor. She got up and walked into
the bed room, leaving me to stare up at her cute ass
as she walked out. A minute later she yelled for me to
get in there. I walked in, and almost instantly the
phone rang. The smile on my face made it clear I
shouldn't even ask who it was. I just hit the speaker
phone button and loudly spoke.

"Hello Sir."

"Ah hello Katie. Glad to see PussyBoy's ass on fire
like that. No marks on it, but at least he has a nice
little glow. Looks like his pussyhole will be red when
you're done with him. I was watching that huge
strap-on laying on the bed, just waiting to see it
buried in PussyBoy. Looks like you will even surpass
my big cock, but somehow I think PussyBoy will always
know what he truly wants filling his hole. But it does
look like he has purchased a worthy substitute to keep
his hole supple and ready for his Master's cock. Now
PussyBoy, get that cock ready for her like a good
little cock-hungry bitch."

I walked over to Katie and helped slide the harness
over her full hips and secured the straps around her
sexy ass. I took the narrower end, which still put my
pathetic little cock to shame, and sucked it to
moisten it. I then dropped to my knees and began
sucking at Katie's clit as I slowly swirled the rubber
cock into her hole. When it lodged in the harness, I
knew I was in for abuse on the other end. Master
suggested from the phone that Katie tie me up to make
sure I was in the proper position. I needed very
little coaching as I got the bed ready. I placed a
wedge pillow the the bed, to keep my shoulders down
and my ass out for the taking. I then attached the
ankle harnesses and began cinching my ankles into the
air before handing the rope to Katie to tighten and
tie off. She knew how far to go, tightening it one
inch too tight so I would not be able to rest my hips
and would literally be suspended in the air unless I
painfully tugged at my ankles. I then cuffed my left
wrist before being too confined to finish, and Katie
gladly secured my other hand. I prepared for the
stuffing my ass was about to get. However, Katie had
other ideas in mind. She straddled my chest, facing my
feet and backed her ass over my face until I was
smothered. I breathed in her musky ass scent as I
devoured her hole. She began grinding her hips, fully
enjoying the tongue bath before climbing off.

She climbed up at the end of the bed, rubbed the
slightest bit of lube on her immense cock, then aimed
it at my hole. She no longer gave me the courtesy of a
slow pressure to allow my pussy hole to adapt; she
simply jabbed the cock into my hole until I was
painfully stretched. This cock was nearly as wide as
the can of beer Master had placed in my hole after my
first fisting, but this cock substitute certainly did
not provide cooling pleasure. Instead, it caused a
constant burning in my hole as she stuffed me over
full with fake cock. She maintained a steady
jackhammer motion, not having the man's worry about
pumping too much and worrying about cumming. She could
simply thrust again and again, grinding in pleasure as
the pressure on her clit brought her to three wet
orgasms. She got so wet from riding me that I could
feel her juices drip down her fake cock and begin to
puddle on my smooth, sweaty ass crack. She seemed to
really enjoy the abuse she was giving me, so much so
that she couldn't even stand to watch me without my
pussy filled; she wanted to change positions but
decided to unharness the cock and leave it in me
rather than leave me puckering and wanting more.

She unclasped my hands and feet, motioning for me to
roll
over. I thought she simply wanted to fuck me doggy
style like I used to try on her (of course I usually
failed and could not keep my erection, because I was
hiding the fact that I was a faggot pussyboy at the
time, and couldn't stay hard fucking pussy when I
really wanted my ass filled). However, it soon became
clear that she had learned well from Master's
instruction, and decided to take the opportunity for a
bit more abuse and torture. She then moved the pillow
to the end of the bed, and placed a pair of my dirty
jeans on top of the pillow. She cuffed my ankles to
the legs of the bed and laid me hunched over the
pillow, ass full and at the ready. She tugged at my
wrists until I was totally splayed across the bed, and
secured them to the opposite posts. I was ready to
resume her painful thrusts, but she first reached
underneath me and made sure the denim was wrapped
around my unsheathed cock. She then got behind me and
I felt the pressure as she slid back onto her fake
cock. When she was strapped in again she made sure she
was fully buried, bent over and whispered "Don't you
dare cum, PussyBoy," and began a slow, excruciating
fuck.

I was pulled so tight against the bed, and with each
thrust I slid just a bit as my cock ground against the
rough denim. My cock had not been unsheathed for a
fuck in quite a while, and I was already full of cum
and piss, and the combination made the prostate attack
unbearable. She just kept up her painfully slow pace.
I had forgotten Master was still on the phone, but his
voice suddenly boomed into the room.

"The view is lovely, but it seems he does not have
enough tension in his balls. How about tying them off
for a little extra security. He used to keep string in
his top drawer for that (she reached behind her, and
sure enough, a cum and piss soaked shoe lace was there
right in front.) Oh good. Now tie him off and please
continue."

She did as he said, first tightly tying my balls off
and then slapping my cheeks back to life as she began
her steady thrusts again. She began getting rougher,
grabbing thick handfuls of my chubby butt. She then
reached a hand in between our bodies and grabbed at my
swollen balls. She looped a finger around each side of
my pathetic sack, and began squeezing and yanking on
my nuts. She also pulled them back up toward my hole,
getting them painfully crushed between our bodies as
she fucked me deep.

I was in total delight, my cock grinding into the bed,
my nuts in pain and my ex's rubber cock force-fucking
my hole. I just had to maintain absolute focus to keep
from cumming all over the jeans. She must have noticed
the look in my face, because she let go f my nuts and
switched to scraping a fingernail across my smooth
sack. I no longer had her help with the squeezing, and
it was all too much. She kept yelling "Don't you dare
cum PussyBoy!" as she scraped and continued fucking
me. I focused all my energy on obeying her command.
Master suggested she untie my balls to take away all
assistance and leave me even more vulnerable; he said
it would be a test of my self control. He also
reminded Katie of just how sensitive and responsive my
nipples were, just in case she had forgotten. Of
course she hadn't, but she did take the opportunity to
tease my nipples with her fingernails, a feeling that
had always driven me wild. She even dangled the string
in front of my nose, to immerse me in the smells of so
many solo sessions with Master. I was truly in bliss,
and as my mind drifted I felt the urge to cum. Katie
sensed me tensing up, and bent over to nip my ear as
she reminded me not to cum. I tried so hard and felt
myself slowly absorb the pleasure back in and
internalize to avoid cumming. Master sensed the look
in my face and decided it was time for him to take
control again.

"PussyBoy, Cum Now!!!!!!!!!!" his voice came booming
through the room.

Without any sort of conscious thought, I felt my cock
suddenly bathed in a thick puddle of cum. I collapsed
on the bed out of exhaustion and embarrassment, my
cock a sore, sticky mess. Katie rammed into me hard,
yelling that she had told me not to cum because I
hadn't been able to cum with the video store guy. But
Master's chuckles made it clear that he was in charge
of my mind and body, despite being filled currently by
Katie's cock.

"Oh what a responsive PussyBoy. Sorry Katie, thought
you needed to be reminded of where PussyBoy's mind has
really been, since long before you ever left him. As
you know, I have taken control of his whole body; I
know exactly when he will loose control and how to
test that limit. You did definitely have a good sense
of control and he tried to hold out for you, but of
course he did not even need to think about whom to
obey when met with conflicting wishes between you and
Me. Sorry I had to do that, but I did want to give the
pathetic PussyBoy a bit of release before preparing
him for his next assignment. I will be summoning him
to my dungeon this weekend; his instructions will be
forwarded to him shortly. After all, it will be
Father's Day, and he has been most like a boy to me.
Despite his age and his years of denial of his true
sexuality, when he came to me he was like a scared
little boy. He had so much sexual energy and no focus
or self-control. He wanted so much but knew and had
done so little. And like a proper Daddy, I did not
force it on him but let him think about it and only
gave occasional suggestions, letting him seek out his
true calling. And of course that led him to his true
nature as a totally submissive PussyBoy. My PussyBoy."

"Katie, you are welcome to come for the weekend; he
will be in my service, but I certainly could find a
use for you and PussyBoy would be obliged to guarantee
your continuous pleasure as well. Now for the coming
week, he is yours. Remember, he ignored your command
and regardless of the correctness of his response, he
still must be punished for ignoring you. I assume you
will begin by having him lick those jeans clean, and
then he will be more severely punished. I would like
to see welts on his ass when I check in the morning.
After then, please limit your abuse to his nipples and
hole for the rest of the week, as well as denying him
the ability to cum. Perhaps the sheath is constantly
in order unless you want to specifically abuse his
cock. Goodnight for now."

And with that, the dial tone rang out. And it
continued to pierce into my eardrums and Katie lay
collapsed, exhausted, with her big fake cock buried so
deep in me. I was exhausted too, and savoring every
moment before she would begin making welts on my ass
with my thick leather paddle. But for now, I still had
a a second of pleasure, knowing I had cum after so
much fucking because Master took control and made me
do it. I knew I had lost all control and would be
permanently in his control. And this weekend, I would
be back in his service, in his dungeon. He would again
control me fully, from inside and out, stretching my
physical and mental bounds. And once again I could
fully relax, knowing that I need only focus on
pleasing and satisfying my Master. I would certainly
do my best to provide a pleasurable Father's Day,
knowing he was more of a Daddy than just a sexual
mentor. He had that special power of persuasion that
only a true Daddy could provide. And soon enough I
would be back in his arms.

But for now, I was about to be untied and taken to the
living room for severe abuse. But for the moment, I
was still Master's pussyboy, and he had allowed me the
release I needed. As happy as I could be...

To Be continued...


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