Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2005 13:26:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Johnson Subject: Training of Slave Bob 24 (gay/auth) 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... ...As happy as I thought I could be. As had once been the case, I was dropping back into the familiar habit of using Katie as a substitute for what I really needed. Even though she had a big leather paddle to add to her power, Katie caused pain but never took me above simple suffering. I never got that familiar feeling, that glow that every true pussy bottom boy knows, the feeling of being over the knee of a dominant man, suffering under his skilled and powerful hands. Rather than causing severe pain, a properly delivered spank by a man leads quickly from simple discomfort to a warming sensation in the ass, before finally entering a zone where pain no longer matters much. Once you reach that point, each firm hand landing on fleshy cheeks is no longer an imposition of pain, but a reminder of roles. It is a time when a proper administration of pain can be the total expression of emotional connection; like a father disciplining the son for his own good, there is a knowing feeling and being subjected to controlled abuse intended to convey domination. And unlike the child who misses much of the significance of such spanks until later in life, a truly aware slave, as I was becoming, is intimately aware during each spanking of the power, control and domination exhibited in that moment. Unfortunately, I was noticing it during a painful session as I was spread eagle before the fire place and forced to take an aggressive paddling from my ex. And it was in this moment that I realized that this weekend would have to be then end of such activities with Katie. Perhaps she could fuck me with her strapon, but no longer would she be allowed to try to act like she was dominating me. It was clear she was simply playing a role, as I once had as a scared, wannabe sub, but that what I needed was what I had always known: to be fully and exclusively used by Master, to submit totally to Master and hand myself over to him. I had been planning on offering that at the end of the school year, when I would graduate and finally be free to move to be with him. But I felt I could not wait another nine months; I was suffering under Katie's misguided efforts, yet not getting what I truly needed: to be absolutely controlled in every though and for every moment by the man who had drawn me out of my shell and into acceptance of my totally submissive, gay desire. I had denied it for so long, but Master had painstakingly waited as I wasted years hiding from the reality that was right in front of my face. Thankfully these thoughts kept me going. helping me ignore the pain as Katie's vengeful paddling continued. The next day was spent in school and then getting ready for my return to Master's dungeon. I prepared properly, first cleaning out my hole and having it thoroughly shaved smooth before placing a plug in and continuing. Katie helped with the difficult areas, and soon I was a smooth pussyboy. Of course I had to save every drop of my cum, building pressure in my balls, but I was forced to play with my cock periodically to make sure my bag was swollen full. Katie made me eat her out before bed, but that was the end of the sexual activities. I had to get up early in the morning to get ready for the train. As I had the first time, I wrote "PussyBoy" in large letters across my belly. I then had to clamp my nipples off with the alligator clips, dreading the fact that it would be three or four hours before I would be in Baltimore and hope they would be removed. My balls were tied off and my cock sheathed. I slid the jeans on from two nights ago, the ones with a nasty mess of cum and saliva in swirls across the thighs, where Master had forced me to lose control and cum before trying to clean it up. The gripped my body tight, and I put on a white t-shirt that did the same. My plug, a nice sized one, though small enough to be manageable during the train ride, was still in place. Katie picked up two shopping bags, showing me she was not packing but that she had stopped by the Pleasure Basement for some bondage-type gear. Lots of leather straps and stuff, but she was still playing along so not exactly ready to take the railroad to Baltimore dressed that way. She laughed as she read my chest through the thin fabric, humiliating me. We hopped on the subway and made it to the station, then just caught the train in time (after a painful jog; butt plugs are not designed for this kind of urban athletics). We had a pretty quick ride, my mind focused on what I wanted to say to Master as well as what he would do to me, to confirm and seal such an offer... Soon enough, we were walking out of the Baltimore station towards the dark BMW. Master was waiting, and I knew to get in and immediately strip naked. I did so in the front seat, as Katie slid her packages into the back and got in. By the time we left the curb I was already upside down, my head on the floor, ass pointing straight up, knees on the dash. I looked up just enough to see the smile on Master's face as he inspected the sight. And I twitched painfully in my twisted position as Master rubbed a dry finger around the rim of my butt plug and took a deep sniff of my undeniable musk. He then leaned over and had me lick his fingers as he discussed how much he loved the smell of my fresh boy pussy hole, relishing in the slight scent that had developed around my plug during the ride. Soon enough, I saw Master take a turn and the sky disappeared, giving way to the roof of the parking garage in Master's basement. And once the car came to a stop, I got dizzy as the blood went back to my head as I was dragged out the door and pushed into the elevator. Master had me up against the wall, groping me like an angry cop looking for concealed drugs. And he grabbed my sheathed cock and yanked it back between my legs. "Ah, nice to have you back, you pathetic faggot pussyboy. Just thought you needed a bit of that to get the blood flowing." He pressed the button and the elevator went to his penthouse. When we got there, Master dragged me by the cock up to the dungeon room while he sent Katie to refresh and have a drink down stairs. And once again, I was alone in the musky darkness, smelling Master, feeling his power in every gesture, as I prepared to turn my body and life over to him completely. And I was in total happiness. To Be Continued....