Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 21:53:16 -0500 From: Bruno Ciardi Subject: Sir Called, Installment 1 Sir called. He said very little, as usual. "Boy, be here at 7:30". He didn't have to say anymore. He knew that i would arrive, open the door, strip off my clothes and kneel in the foyer. He knew that i would wait. If he took one minute or three hours. He knew. His boy would wait. And so, after a day of negotiating with colleagues and clients, of being in charge, sometimes enjoying the little victories and sometimes pissed because i didn't win, i was walking to Sir's townhouse. My cock ached because he hadn't called in over a week and i was not allowed to touch myself. Of course, i could have cheated and jacked off or had sex but I was Sir's boy and couldn't bring myself to do that. iwould have ended up in tears at his feet confessing and begging him to punish me to make it right with him. The one time, after i first accepted his domination, that i cheated i told him within a minute of our next meeting. He just asked me if istill wanted to be his. In tears isaid yes and begged him to keep me. He told me to lie on my back on the kitchen floor. Then he shit on my belly and told me not to move. i lay there for most of the day meditating on his shit and hoping that he would not throw me out. At the end of the day he had me take the shit to the bathroom in my hands, flush it down the toilet. Then he washed me, told me to dress, and sent me home. i waited two weeks for him to call me back, passing the days in agony that he would not call again. When he did, i was like a little boy waiting for Santa Claus -- happy, excited, and afraid that Santa would not bring me any gifts. Not just my cock ached as i walked to his home; my stomach ached too. It ached because this was not a game that i played. i was not Sir's boy because i wanted to be disciplined and humiliated. i was his boy because i loved him it was the only way I could have any part of him -- his conditions, my acceptance. i had any interest in being submissive to a Dominant man. Before i met Sir i had been to leather bars a few times but found it to be pretty silly. Insecure men posing as Doms or subs because they didn't know another way to find a man or to negotiate a relationship. i didn't meet Sir at a leather bar or in a Dom/sub chat room. i met him at a party at a friend's house. He wasn't dressed in leather. He didn't pose. We met when i dropped a napkin and he picked it up and handed it to me, meeting my eyes with his steady gaze, as he said, "You dropped this." Pretty simple and I was conquered. Sir was very attractive. Thirty-seven years old, dark hair and eyes, well-built but not a muscle builder. He was 4 inches shorter than my six feet. i am also very well built. Usually i would spend an hour a day at the gym. The payoff was that at 43 I could still attract younger, good looking guys. Sir and i spoke for several hours that first night. I noticed that i was letting him direct the conversation, answering his questions, attentive to his words. He noticed too. At the end of the evening i was hoping he would ask me to go home with him but he didn't. He didn't ask for my phone number. Instead, he took out a card and told me to write my number on it. i did what he asked. Even at our first meeting, i wanted to do what he asked if it would make him happy. Three days later he called me and said he would like me to come to his house for dinner that evening. I had plans but didn't even tell him that. i accepted and later cancelled my other plans. During our conversation on the phone he let it slip that he liked the color blue on me and that a stretch T-shirt would probably look really good on my. After we hung up i went out shopping to find a blue stretch T. i arrived at his house, bottle of wine in hand. He invited me in, took the wine, thanked me and took in my appearance with a smile. He put the wine down on the kitchen counter and put his hands on my chest, lightly pinching my nipples which stood hard for him. The moment was charged for me. i was growing hard and could feel the rush of sexual feeling come over me as if i just sniffed some poppers and could feel my blood vessel filling and my legs weaken. He took it all in. He let go of my nipples, said: "Nice tits. They respond well", and brushed his hand across my cheek gently and possessively. i was his from that minute on. Dinner was great. Don't ask me what i ate or drank. i was mesmerized by this guy, drinking him in and falling in love like a 15-year-old girl with her first crush. When dinner was done he invited me to the living room. i don't know why but i asked if he'd like me to wash the dishes first. He gave me his enigmatic smile and said, "yes, I think you should do that." So i washed the dishes and then went into the living room where he was sitting on the sofa. He was looking at a book but told me to come and sit with him. He made room so that i could sit with his arm around me and he showed me the book he was reading. The title of the book was "In Search of a Master". He asked me if i had ever read it. i responded that I had not. He told me that he would like me to take it home and read it so that i could tell him where i saw myself and him in the book the next time we met. It was an odd request, i thought, but intriguing too. As we sat he started to play with my nipples again. Speaking quietly and assuredly, he told me to take off my shirt. We weren't making love; he was exploring my body and finding out how i responded to his touch. After about a half hour he told me to take off the rest of my clothes. So there i was, naked, being caressed and probed with his hands while he was fully dressed. He never even touched my cock that night but it was one of the most sensual nights I could remember. My body was learning to respond to his hands. They were not shy; they touched where and how they wanted, they took possession, they conquered and commanded. And i was being turned into a boy.