Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 20:20:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob 8

"Thank you Sir for controlling my thoughts and cum.
Sir, May I please cum?"

"PussyBoy, you have earned it. You may now cum."

The words were barely out of his mouth, when I began
shooting, filling my panties with my sticky mess. When
I had finally cum, Master waived the guys off and the
filed out of the room. I heard them getting dressed
and leaving out of the other room. Master stayed with
me. He took the panties off of me, and untied me. He
took the panties, turned them inside out, and had me
place the wet spot in my mouth. He then pushed my
thumb into my mouth, until I was sucking my thumb
through the cum soaked panties. He left me to lock the
apartment, then returned and laid behind me, a hand
wrapped firmly on my balls and his semi-erect cock
resting along my ass crack. I was in bliss and slowly
drifted off to sleep, my body too worked over to
resist rest.

I awoke early. The sun must have just risen as it was
still low behind the buildings. My head was groggy,
but the soreness in my ass told me that the last 48
hours had not been a dream. I also had little doubt,
as Master's hand was still wrapped tightly around my
flaccid cock ans sensitive, shaved balls. He was still
behind me, his strong chest pressed into my back with
his cock back to life, resting between my cheeks.

Master sensed I was awake, and instantly held me in
place as his cock slid against my hole. There was
nothing but the leftover cum still leaking out of my
hole from last night. He began pushing, and my hole
simply had no resistance left. He was soon into me. I
had never been fucked on my side before, but it felt
good to be in such a relaxed position as Master slid
in and out of me. He eventually rolled me onto my
stomach, then up onto my knees. I went down on one
shoulder, and reached underneath myself and cupped
Master's balls. I began to knead them, massaging the
cum that I wanted to fill me. I got him primed, and
tugged at his balls to pull him into me as his
pressure increased. His cum approached, and I soon
felt his nuts spasm as he filled me.

Master rolled off of me and stood at the end of the
bed.

"OK, PussyBoy. Now you want to cum? Too bad. That will
not happen until much later. First, finger yourself. I
want two fingers in you."

My hand was still underneath me, so I slid my hand up
and soon plunged two fingers into my hole. After about
a minute, Master yelled "Switch!!" I had no doubt what
he meant and had no fight left in me to resist. I
pulled them out and replaced them with the other hand.

"Now clean them, PussyBoy."

I complied, and licked my hand clean, savoring my
tangy ass juices and Master's delicious cum. After a
few minutes, he had me switch again, and then twice
more, until my fingers came out clean. Master then
swirled a finger in my hole, rubbing my anal walls,
then presenting it to me to taste. I was clean and
thankful of my Master.

"OK, PussyBoy. Plug that pussy, put on your panties
like the sissy faggot you are, and clean this place
up. You never cleared all the cups and things from the
party. You have one hour to clean, then we will have a
two hour session before I depart."

I did as I was told, my ass offering little resistance
to the plug. The panties on my skin still felt cool,
as my ass was on fire from last night. The cum spot in
the front was still moist from my saliva, but soon
dried in a sticky mess. I began cleaning, but
accidentally dropped a cocktail glass.

"You sorry PussyBoy, get the fuck over here." Master
awaited me in the recliner. "All of this belongs to me
now, so you just destroyed Master's property. Bend
over."

I was instantly over Master's lap. He pulled down my
panties roughly.

"The first ten are for presenting your ass for me in
panties. As a sorry humiliated Pussyboy, I allow you
to wear panties. I have already told you a boy does
not wear panties, and you are now being spanked like
the bad boy you are; therefore you may never wear
panties when you are being punished over my knee."

He gave me ten rough spanks to make sure I would
remember the lesson, followed by 20 more for breaking
the glass. he stood me up, pulled up my panties,
rubbed my ass and patted it as I walked back to the
kitchen. He followed me in, and opened up all the
blinds, to make sure I was totally visible in my
shame.

I finished on schedule, and Master began the session.
He placed me on my knees in the living room, attaching
a leash to my collar.

"OK, PussyBoy, you will be away from me for two weeks.
You will visit me in Baltimore, where I will properly
train you in my dungeon. I will of course control you
until then. I have brought some things to secure you
in my possession. First, these cameras. [He pointed to
the  camera above the front door.] You went to sleep
quickly, so as soon as you drifted off, I got these
out of my bag and installed one in each room. They are
connected to your computer, and to a secure site that
I control. I will use these to control you at all
times you are home. You will still be required to
check in with me, but now you know you cannot cheat as
I can see all. Do not try to circumvent them, as it
will immediately notify me."

"I have also purchased two more toys, nipple clamps
and a ball harness. From now on, you will undress
immediately when you come in the door, and you will
put the harness on. You seem to have trouble
controlling your urges, so having this wrapped tightly
around your balls will delay your orgasms and prevent
you from cumming before I allow you to release them.
The nipple clamps will also be on full time, as I want
those sensitive nipples stretched and even more
sensitized. This will only increase the pleasure you
derive from them. And I brought these, a custom
creation I had made."

He pulled out some handcuffs, with what looked like a
digital clock on them.

"I have a friend who is an engineer. I explained the
unique circumstances of our relationship. He designed
them so I may control you even when I am not here.
There is a setting like a timer. You set the time, and
then clamp them on; once they are tight enough, the
clock starts running and the locks cannot be opened
until the time is up. There is no key, and only I know
the code. When you serve me online, I will sometimes
have you set the timer, show it to me in the camera,
and then attach them.They will help me control you,
and prevent you from getting into trouble by being
unable to resist those urges."

"Now, PussyBoy, I will provide you with one more load,
and then I must be going home. Please prepare my
asshole."

With that, Master turned around and bent over the
couch, forcing his spread cheeks back towards my face.
My hands were free so I could properly spread his
cheeks and get full access to his glorious hole. I ate
for all its worth, knowing that I had to resist the
urge to insert a finger, as a slave is never worthy of
penetrating his Master. I also paid plenty of
attention to his balls, massaging them and using them
to pull his body back, weighing onto my tongue. I
swirled it hard around him, savoring Master's taste.
He kept me like this for ten minutes before turning
around, and pushing his cock into my mouth. He would
not let me get into a rhythm; he would intentionally
stop and wait for me, then jab it against the back of
my throat, or pull out when I didn't expect it and
slap me across the face with his hard cock. He did
anything to humiliate me and shame me and make me wait
for the cum I so badly wanted. He was close, and
stopped, pulling his cock out with a pop.

"PussyBoy, you are not yet worthy to eat my seed. I
will leave it for you on your plug."

With that, Master pulled out my plug and jerked his
cock until he came all over the plug. Master then
placed the plug on my table, and thrust his fingers
into my mouth to clean.
Master then pushed the plug into my mouth. I was full
with the wide rubber phallus, but I savored Master's
already familiar seed all over it. While I was doing
this Master picked up the cuffs, and set them to four
hours.

"There, that should give me time to get home. You may
not cum until then. I will be locking you to the towel
rack in the bathroom, with your back to the sink and a
dildo pushed into you. You must maneuver your hips to
keep the dildo from slipping out. Your hands will be
clasped so I will instantly know if it falls out. When
I get home, you may be released and may fuck yourself
with that for ten minutes, then you may jerk off and
cum. You will, of course, cum on the plug and will
then go to sleep with the plug in your mouth."

Master did as he said, setting me up in the bathroom,
dildo in place, and hands cuffed. The clock started
ticking. He slapped my cock several times to tease me,
then walked out and all to soon he was gone.

I had four hours to have memories swirl in my head, to
begin preparing the memories that would make up these
stories. I also had an excruciating period of watching
the clock and waiting for Master to get home.
Eventually, enough time passed and I heard the phone
ring. I could not get to it, but soon the machine
picked up. Master must have turned up the speaker,
because it was soon blaring through the apartment.

"Well, PussyBoy, looks like you have been good. Your
hands will release in 5 minutes. You may then fuck
yourself with that dildo before cumming all over your
buttplug and eating your seed"

The words rang through my head, but after two minutes
of that torture, the tape ran out and it cut off. I
was finally released, and knew Master was watching, so
I followed all his orders and finally released the cum
that I had built up over 8 hours ago. I savored the
few drops that were on the plug, and was still sucking
it when there was a knock at the door. I was supposed
to go to bed, but decided to check the peep hole.

"Hey, Bob, I know you're in there."

It was Kevin, the upstairs neighbor. I figured I had
to open it; he must have heard Master's voice on the
machine. Totally humiliated, I knew I couldn't take
the plug out and I opened the door, greeted by Kevin's
laughter. He walked in, and almost immediately the
phone was ringing.

"Guess you can't talk; I'll get that. Good thing the
wife is hard of hearing, or else she might be
suspicious why I suddenly had to run out for milk. [he
picked up the phone] Hello?...oh, hi Master Ric,
PussyBoy sure looks good...what, you can see
us?....oh, thanks, I'll take him in the bedroom and
turn on speaker phone..."

With that, I knew I would not yet rest. I followed
Kevin, defeated, into the bedroom.


To Be Continued...