Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2015 16:34:00 +0100 From: Paradox eightyeight Subject: The Foreign Student Chapter 2 Hello. Thanks for your kind replies to the introduction. It's been too long since I published it, so time for the second chapter. The third will follow soon. I'm intending to write a series of stories based on my own experiences and (unfortunately mostly) fantasies about masters and slaves. I'll try to keep the chapters short, around a length of 500-1000 words each, and have some excitement in all of them. If you want to get in touch for feedback or whatever, please e-mail me at paradox_88@outlook.com Chapter 2 - Opening my eyes It's over between my boyfriend Tom and me. It worked for a while, but in the end he couldn't give give me the satisfaction I was longing for. Tom's a really sweet guy, has his heart in the right place and really did everything he could to make it work. But I guess that's what the problem was. I don't need someone who will put my interests over his own. I want the opposite. I am a confident guy: I get good grades at Uni, have made plenty of friends since I arrived in Manchester as a foreign student and with my German looks, tall, blonde hair and clear blue eyes, I get plenty of attention when I go out around Canal Street. What I think I need is someone to put me in my place. To make me admire. To make me work. To make me beg. The sex with Tom didn't improve during the last few months of our relationship. At least there was a lot of anal sex, but I wish it would've been him fucking me instead of the other way around. Tom was addicted to my dick. With 9 long inches and a thick straight shape it posed the challenge Tom relished, and he relished it often. In the end he was so used to it, I could fuck him without lube. Although I prefer some silicon based lubricant, I thought it was quite impressive. We fucked long and hard and it took me longer and longer to cum. After fucking him in various positions for sometimes over an hour straight he begged me to cum deep inside him and have my juicy seeds drip out of him. I wish I could, but it didn't do it for me anymore. Most of the times he came before me, without even touching his 5.5" dick, while I was fucking him. I would kiss his back, which was soaking wet from the sweat, pull my cock out and jerk myself off while thinking of something other things than what we had just done. I didn't really know what to do with my expanding and unfulfilled fantasies until Matt gave me some advice. Matt is the first gay friend I made after arriving in Manchester two years ago. We met in a bar, I went home with him, we had a very vanilla one-night-stand and after that we stayed in touch, stopped having sex and became friends. Last December, Matt and I went for drinks in Churchills on Chorlton Street and after a few beers I decided to talk to him about what was on my mind. I was still with Tom at the time, so things were a bit complicated. Besides, I had no idea how Matt would react to my honesty. I've come to accept that it's okay to explore boundaries, but Matt and I never talked about this sort of stuff before, so I didn't know how he'd respond. "I think vanilla sex is not enough for me." I said out of the blue after the previous topic had run its course. Matt laughed out loud and asked what I meant by it. I told him about the sex with Tom, about my previous boyfriend who taught me to deep throat and how that awakened an ever-growing urge to explore these sexual possibilities. To my surprise Matt confessed that he himself is also more than just vanilla. Turned out he's into bondage and has regular dates with a man who ties him up and edges him with feathers until he spills so much precum he could fill a tea cup. Matt surprised me, but it was a good surprise. Not that I would want to experiment with him, he's a total submissive and that was the role I was hoping to gain experience in as well. But he gave me the tip that would lead to the inevitable beginning: he told me about Recon. As soon as I got home, I signed up on Recon and created my profile. I don't know why it came as a surprise that there's a dating site just for fetish men and I felt stupid not finding it before. Prior to this I just watched fetish videos on the regular porn sites and often came way before I had the time to really explore the treasures of the web. I tried to be as discrete as possible in my profile because I knew it would crush Tom if he found out I was on a site like this. I casually mentioned to Tom before that I wouldn't be opposed to an open relationship, but we never really talked about it and I knew he wouldn't approve. But I didn't want to wait any longer and just wanted to see what was out there. Turned out with no picture and with vague profile text I wasn't very popular. Some Doms sent me requests for information and pictures but I was hesitant to send them. Another obstacle was my inexperience. Even if I were to date with any of them, I couldn't promise I would be a good submissive. With no experience in TT, CBT, bondage, or any of the other activities that I quickly found out often play a part in S&M sessions, I couldn't tell them what my preferences were and how much I could take. The first weekend of January Tom was at his parents' near Leeds and I woke up on Sunday horny and determined to get a Recon date that day. Even though all previous chats resulted in nothing, I told myself not to be picky and just go with it if a Master was willing to train me. After sending a message to almost every Master that was online near Manchester, I managed to get a date with a Master in Stretford and decided to go for it. To Be Continued.