Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 19:32:01 -0500 From: Bruno Ciardi Subject: Sir Called- Part 3 i felt more confused than ever as a i walked home that night. i had agreed to be trained as a boy by this man who i now thought of as "Sir". Every time i thought about him i also thought about what it meant to serve him and be subservient to him. It was a new me i was discovering. No longer a confident businessman, not an intelligent, charming man and lover. Just a boy. It made me feel queasy to think about it, but queasy with a nearly constant hard-on. Just thinking about him telling me to do something or holding me firmly in his arms while i sobbed like a child made me think of more ways to try to please him and to make him proud of me. At home alone, i never wore clothes anymore. i stopped jerking off because it didn't feel right without his direction. i exercised harder because i wanted him to approve of my body. i wondered if he would want me to shave my body or my head or tattoo myself for him. A few nights later, Sir called again. "Come tonight boy to begin your training." i got to "Sir's at the appointed time. As soon as i entered i stripped. i didn't know what i was supposed to do next. Sir stood there and inspected me, as usually playing with my nipples a bit. Then he slapped me just a bit harder than before, not to hurt me but just to remind me that he had rights over me. Then Sir said "Well boy, how do you think you should show me proper respect now?" i said "i don't know Sir, Please tell me" Sir slapped me again and said "Boy, I am not looking for a doormat. I am looking for an intelligent boy who wants to use his intelligence to become a good boy for me." Then he repeated "How do you think you should show me proper respect now". This time i told him exactly what i had been thinking about since the last time we met. "Sir, i think i should kneel at your feet and lick your shoes clean until you tell me to stop." And Sir said "You've been thinking about doing that for a while, haven't you boy. You're starting to love the idea of showing me that you want to submit and to obey, aren't you." i replied, "Yes Sir, i've been thinking about being naked in front of you all week. And i've been thinking how much i want to show you that i am yours to turn into your boy even though it is very hard for me to give up control." Sir smiled, as usual, with his superior smile that told me he already anticipated what i thought and what i needed. He commanded. "Boy, lick my shoes. Get your head low and your ass high. I want to see your ass in the air while you worship my feet. i got down on my knees and started to carefully caress Sir's shoes with my tongue. The turn on was not in bathing his shoes with my adoring tongue. It was in trying to show him how much i wanted to please him. After minutes of servicing his shoes. He said "Boy, rule number one is that you hold your hands behind your back whenever you are not doing something that requires their use." i felt stupid after trying so hard to do things right. i locked my fingers together behind my back and continued. Several minutes more and Sir spoke. "That's enough, come and sit down. We need to talk about the rules." We went into the living room. Next to the sofa was a small stool. Sir said. "The stool is yours. From now on it is the only furniture you sit on unless I tell you otherwise. Than may happen when we have guests who don't need to know about your role. Remember, even if there are guests, unless I tell you otherwise, this is your only furniture." I sat on the stool, legs slightly apart so that my almost always hard cock was clearly showing. "Rule number two boy. You will lower your eyes and hand in respect unless I tell you that you may raise them. At times I will want you to talk freely. You are an intelligent man and I want to share that. But that will be when I want it, not when you think you have something clever to say to me. Do you understand?" With lowered eyes, cock hard, and hands behind my back, i replied "Yes, Sir, i understand." Sir smiled. "Good boy. Now go pour me a glass of wine and bring it quick. You will kneel in front of me and hold it until I take it from you." i got up quickly and went to the kitchen for the wine like a servant. i was wondering if my raging hard-on would ever soften. i brought the wine back and knelt. Sir ignored me for several minutes while he looked at some mail. Then he took the wine glass, took a sip and handed the glass back to me. He petted my head, playing a bit with my hair absentmindedly while he read. Then he gave me his attention again. "This is how you will serve me when I tell you to get something. Always." He continued. "Sometimes I will want you to dine with me. Then you will bring your stool to the table and you'll have freedom to talk. Other times, you will serve in silence. While I am eating you will kneel beside my chair. You will not show any impatience. If I want to feed you I will give you food from my plate. If not, you will eat after I am finished, in the kitchen, from my dirty plate. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir, i understand Sir." "What do you think so far, boy?" "Sir, i don't know why but i want to find more ways to let you know how much i want to make you happy that i am your boy. And Sir, it feels more like you are training me to be your slave than your boy." "Very good observation, boy. You may become my slave if it works out between us. But that will be later and it will be something that we both want and that will be permanent. Let's just consider this to be our courtship." "Thank you, Sir" I was incredibly happy to think that Sir was thinking of us being in a permanent relationship someday. Even with me as his slave. Or maybe especially with me as his slave. "As for sex, boy." He went on "When I want it and how I want it. Your focus is on using your mouth, your ass, and your body to give me pleasure. Your cock is irrelevant except that it's a barometer of how right being submissive is for you. I don't want a doormat. I am not a Sir who is going to waste any time trying to figure out how to keep you sexually excited. If that's what you want go to the Eagle and find some insecure make-believe master who'll try to satisfy you while he's giving orders." i knew what Sir was talking about. i guess that one of the reasons i never got into the Dom/sub bar world was that i never really believed that the Doms were Doms. They seemed just as desperate as the subs. "Now let's go to the bedroom." i had never been in Sir's bedroom before. There was no dungeon, no equipment. Just a very expensive contemporary design bedroom set. Sir sat on the edge of the bed. For a second i didn't know what to do but then i remembered and knelt at his feet, hands locked behind my back, stomach pulled in, cock jutting out. i was anxious to see Sir's body. i had not seen or touched his cock yet. i was hoping that this would be my opportunity. But it wasn't. Sir whispered. "Stand in front of me" I did so. He took my cock firmly in his hands, the first time ever, and said "Think about how you feel boy. Focus all your attention on how your cock feels right now. It is the center of your world right now boy. Tell me how it feels." "Sir, all i can think of is how good it feels to have my cock in your hand. i feel your strength Sir. i feel like you have total power over me Sir and i feel like i want to give you more power, Sir." "Very good, boy" " Now you are going to lie on your back on the floor and I am going to make you cum by playing with your cock with my shoe. When you cum you will clean your body and lick up the cum on your hands and on the floor. Then you will go to the foyer, put on your clothes and go home. I don't think I have to tell you this boy, but you don't cum on your own anymore. Only when I tell you, clear?" "Yes, Sir, very clear Sir" Then i lay down on the ground and Sir started to play with my cock. He stepped on it firmly but not too forcefully. He gave it little kicks with his shoe and watched it quiver. After about five minutes, He ordered "Cum." i shot my load, all over my chest and some on the floor. i carefully scraped the cum from my body and licked it off my fingers. Once done with that, i got on my knees and licked the spots of my cum off the floor as Sir sat and watched. Then without words, I left the bedroom, got dressed in the foyer and walked out of the townhouse to go home.