Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2005 06:04:47 -0800 (PST) From: Patrick McCormick Subject: True Release True Release By Patrick McCormick My name is Larry Powers, and I would like to relate some my experiences I've had on the path to sexual submission. I hope you can overlook the graphic parts, but I wish to convey my experiences and true feelings about them, and they are necessary for me to do so. I remember when it all started. Well, let me rephrase that. I remember my first experience with submission. I mean real submission, me in bondage with a real Mistress whipping my tender ass for real. Oh, I have been reading about bondage and discipline since I was young kid. My father had a variety of pornographic novels hidden in the basement of the house. Nothing can ever be hidden from kids by their parents; it doesn't matter how clever the parent tries to be kids find all their secret stuff. I found my dad's when I was around nine. The images that those stories created drove overpowering fantasies in my young mind. I would conjure one of them up every time I played with myself. I wasn't even ejaculating yet, but I was having overpowering orgasms reading my father's books or dreaming about my own submission. My earliest sexual daydreams were of being beaten and fucked in the ass with a strap-on dildo. I longed to taste my first pussy. Although I wanted them badly, I never did have any kinky sexual experiences as a kid. I do remember being held by my Mother while my Father was beating my ass with his belt. I think it was for playing in the busy street at the end of the block, something I had been warned about many times. Another time, my Father held me and Mom gave me an enema. I remember how embarrassing it was to have her insert the long nozzle into my puckered little anus while she squeezed in the warm liquid. They laughed at my embarrassment while I sat on the commode and squirted out that liquid. Anyhow I often thought about those moments while I was reading and beating off, they are with me even now. The desire to experience the real thing never went away, all through college and the early part of my marriage, I longed for the physical, sexual and mental abuse connected with BDSM. I was always too shy or embarrassed to speak about it with my friends. I hinted to my wife that I might like to experiment a little in that direction, but she never took the bait. The worst of it all was that the desire was not going away. I longed for corporal punishment and a good fucking with a strap-on. My asshole itched every time I thought about it. The older I got the more that I yearned for it. Damn, How I wanted to be used for the pleasure of another, to submit to a stronger personality. It was all I thought about; my secret desire consumed me. When I grew older I began pinching my own nipples and hitting myself on the rear. I bought a small dildo and began sticking it up my ass when I played with myself. That turned me on, but it was no where near enough. It made me crave more. I began surfing the net. I discovered that there were millions of people like myself. There were countless pictures and mpeg's available. I looked at all of them I could find. I spent hour after hour watching ten and twenty-second video's, Female Dominants or Male, It wasn't the sex that seemed to drive me, but watching other people submit to those forbidden acts. Grown men were not supposed to allow that sort of thing to happen to them. Not a Real Man for sure. It was all I wanted. Finally I discovered an alternate sex site and I joined. Forty bucks for ninety days allowed me to correspond openly with any of the members, and there were thousands. On Friday nights when my wife was still working, I would type letters and send them to those with interesting advertisements and pictures. I had answers right away. Most of those that answered would not commit to a real meeting; instead they would want to chat "Just to see if we were really compatible". I did this for a while, but began to realize that they were phonies probably using my innocence to jerk themselves off. Although all of the ads I contacted first were from women, I began to feel that most of them were just horny old men seeking instant gratification. Initially, the net was a big disappointment. Then Karen answered my mail. She was a big girl, a BBW she said. She was open about her size up front, and asked if it would bother me. I was completely truthful with her and said if she were truly dominant, and somewhat sadistic, I would not mind and would enjoy the experience tremendously. We agreed that I would pick her up and drive to a local motel. I was concerned about the noise, but she assured me that the desk clerk was a man that she had beaten a few times and he would see to it that we got an end room with no neighbors. I followed the instructions and found her house ok. It was about an hour's drive from my location, but I thought that was a good thing. She opened the door as soon as I rang the bell. She was a BBW all right. She was fat, and I was surprised at how short she was, only about five feet two. She came right out carrying a bag and got into my car. The motel was close and she instructed me "Go pay the man!" I did so. I was given a key and sure enough it was on the end. We were out of the car and inside in a heartbeat. "Lock the door and close the drapes" she told me, as she opened her bag and placed an assortment of her "toys" on the bed. I saw a fairly large rubber cock and felt my dick tingle, as it began to stiffen. "Get naked, boy" she told me, as she walked up to me. As soon as I had my clothes in a chair she barked "Stand with your back to the wall. Get your hands over your head". I did so and she walked up to me, reached down, and grabbed my balls in her left hand. "You will address me as Mistress while we are here. Do you understand". She squeezed by balls a little. "Yes Mistress" I blurted as I felt the sudden pain in my testicles. She squeezed harder and I groaned. Still holding and squeezing my balls, she walked around to my side and began slapping my butt with her free hand, squeezing my nuts as she hit me. "I hope you like to eat pussy, boy!" She let go of my balls and removed her clothing. She had really saggy tits and a very fat belly that hung down over her mons. She flopped down on the bed and spread her legs. "Get that tongue to work right now!" I moved close to the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees. I began by kissing one of her flabby thighs and was slowly working up to her vagina. As I got close I could smell it. It was fishy and musty smelling. Christ, it smelled like it hadn't been washed in a month. I touched her clit with my tongue a little, using my hands to pull her lips aside. I began to lick along her labia a little. I got some toilet paper stuck to my tongue. I almost retched right there. She placed both hands on my head and pulled my face into her foul smelling cunt. It was over powering and I was strongly revolted, still I could feel my penis starting to throb. I was getting hard. "Use you fingers", she arched her back a little, spreading her legs a little more. I stuck two fingers into her vagina while I licked the swelling clit above. Her cunt swallowed both fingers with ease, so I put four into her. She began humping and bucking fiercely, pulling my face harder against her sex. In a few moments she climaxed. I sunk to the floor, disgusted with myself. In just a couple of minutes she was off the bed. She instructed me "Get on the bed on all fours" She picked up a small flogger made of what felt like ribbon. It did not even sting as she hit me with it. "You will love this, it doesn't leave any marks". What a disappointment, I wanted to feel some pain. She swung her useless whip a few times and then crawled under me into a position for a sixty-nine. "Let's eat each other for a while". Another disappointment, I thought about begging her to fuck me in the ass, I needed it that badly. Just as I was about to speak, she lowered her cunt onto my face. "Hurry up lover boy. I want to cum again". I ate her until I had a cramp in my tongue. As frustrating as the scene was becoming, I still had half a hard on. Once my tonguing slowed down, she backed up and slid my dick into her hot steamy hold. "Ride'm cowgirl," she hollered. She began riding up and down and sliding back and forth, fucking herself into delirium. She rode me until I came. I was pissed. Fifty bucks for the room and hours drive each way for what? I was just about to push her off of my stomach when she said, "I need a little more of that magic tongue big boy" I couldn't believe it but she slid that cunt full of cum right up onto my face. She began to slide it back and forth. I refused to tongue her anymore, but she did not seem to care. She just ground her pussy into my face groaning and humping like a pig. After the passing of eternity she got up off me, "I need a shower, you can jack off if you like", and she went into the bathroom. I got dressed as quickly as I could while she was showering. When she came out, she asked me if I wanted to clean up while she was getting dressed, but I said no. "What lover boy, do you want to save the crud on your face as a memento of a real good time?" she laughed. "I certainly had one." She turned and bent over, to pick up her panties, showing me a large puckered ass, as pink as the day she was born. A large mass of black hair was visible all along her butt crack. "No Mistress, I'm just too tired to do it now". I lied, all I really wanted was to take my face full of cum and go home. I drove her back to her house, She got out, but held on to the door as she leaned back inside. "Maybe, if you're a good boy, I'll fuck you with my dildo next time", she laughed "I'll bet you'd really love that." I shook my head with an affirmative answer. She went on, "Let's talk about our next scene on the Internet, Larry, there's a lot more I want to try with you." "Yes Mistress, Lets do that," I put the car in gear with her hanging on to the door. She closed it and I backed out of her driveway. I raced to the first quick stop and washed my face in the john. I bought two cans of tomato juice for the ride home. When I got back into the car, I could smell the overpowering smell of her cunt hanging in the air. I opened the window as I drove off, in an attempt to blow it out. I was disgusted with myself. How could have I gone that far with a woman that held absolutely no physical attraction. God, I even had a hard on. "I have to be a real masochist to have enjoyed that! Enjoy it, hell I tolerated it. But it did get me hot. I never really thought about humiliation, that must be it. How depraved am I, really?" I thought out loud as I drove. "I wanted something up my ass so bad," I continued the one-way conversation. I squirmed in the seat. My ass hole tingled, "I'm on fire" I mumbled to myself. I saw a road sign ahead, "Calhoon Park". I pulled off the road and turned into the park. I found a lonely spot and backed into a parking place. I unzipped my pants and started to jack off. My cock sprang to life. I was really horny. I was just getting into it when a car drove up and parked right next to me. I fumbled with my pants stuffing my hard prick back inside them. A guy got out of the car and walked up to my open window. "Hi, would you like some help with that? He said at first. I stiffened up, very nervous, pretending ignorance. "You were jacking off, I could tell. Let me help you." He reached in the car with his hand and pinched my left nipple. I twisted and turned then squirmed with passion, sinking down lower into the seat. "You are really hot," he said and quickly came around to the passenger side and let himself into the car. He immediately grabbed my dick through my pants and said, "Rock hard. Let me suck this for you." He took both hands and unzipped my pants. Fishing around in my underwear, he pulled out my very hard cock and promptly bent over and began sucking on it. I was in heaven. I could not believe how good it felt to have another man sucking my dick. He pushed a hand under my balls and rubbed my anus with one of his fingers. His tongue was working wonders around the tip and I could feel his teeth rubbing against the shaft as he sucked. I was so hot, I felt dizzy. I lifted my hips a little. My mouth opened and spewed my true desire without my conscious mind's approval. My passion was in charge of my flesh. "I need it in my ass" He lifted his head looking upward. "Fuck me," I whimpered. He turned his head and looked straight into my eyes. "Please," I begged. "I need something in my ass. He just smiled a little as he pushed his body off of mine and began to rise. "Let's go into the woods. I'll take care of you there," he sat up and left the car, walking toward the trees. I zipped up and followed the path into the woods behind him. I lost sight of him, but then saw him waving me to him. He was in a small thicket, not really visible from the path. He was stepping out of his pants as I walked up. "Get out of your pants, hurry, someone might come by. I never took my pants off that quickly. When I looked back at him, he was rolling a condom over his fully erect penis. "Bend over" he said. Without ceremony he walked behind me and placing a hand on my shoulder, pushed me over at the waist. "Spread your cheeks for me", He asked as he rubbed his cock a little. I reached back and spread my cheeks for him and I immediately felt the warm head of his cock pressing into my anus. "Push back a little", he said as he pushed forward. I felt his dick enter me. There must have been some lube on the rubber, but there was still a lot of friction. It hurt some as he worked the full length into me and I took a deep breath. "You are really tight," he pulled out a little as he spoke, "Get ready" he shoved it back in, hard. I groaned. Soon he was pumping in and out, throwing me a real fuck. I never felt anything that good. In a minute I came, in a long solid spurt. I never had I climax that did not pulse, but I did then. He came a moment later. And pulled out quickly, pulling off the rubber and throwing it into the bushes. "Suck me clean, would you," he asked. In a trance, I sank to my knees and took his sperm covered cock into my mouth. My body quivered as I did so. It was my first cock. I lovingly cleaned it up for him. I don't think he ever realized that he had taken both my cherries. Hell I never asked his name. "Do you come here often," he asked, as he was putting his pants back on. "No, today was my first time. I'm from out of town," I bent down to pick up my things and when I straightened, he was walking away, quickly. I got dressed and went back to my car, wanting to ask him his name, at least, and thank him, but he was all ready gone. My mind was going faster than my car as I sped along the interstate toward home. I had made love to another man, Made love? I'd been fucked by another man, and I sucked his cock on top of it. I was amazed at how I had responded to my unnamed lover. "Well, I can thank that selfish bitch Karen for winding me up so tight. If she would have used her dildo on me, I would never have stopped," I was talking to myself again, but the conversation had become much more interesting. "Does this mean I'm gay? I asked myself out loud. I took a deep breath, "Whatever, I loved every minute of it." I drove on really pleased with myself, then had a darker thought. "I wonder if a dominant gay guy could give me what I need?" That thought filled my mind all the way back home. It was in my mind all of the following day. I practically flew home from work so I could have a couple of hours alone on the net. I began searching the alternate site for Dominant Males. There were a lot of them, and they were into all sorts of things. I wrote about a dozen emails and went to the john and jacked off before, Linda, my wife came home. "How was your day, hon," she asked as she came in and kissed me. I gave her a hard hug, and swung her around. "I had a pretty good day". "What happened to you, Mr. Sourpuss? Did your boss man raise your pay? Linda asked, I answered no, and just told her I was just feeling happy about my life and realized how lucky a man I was. "Takes a good woman to make a man feel like that," she said. I was thinking that perhaps it took a good man to make a man feel that good, but naturally said nothing. The following day, I raced home again. I had mail, but not from one of the men I had solicited. It was from a Domme. Her picture looked pretty good, but her letter tied me in knots. It read, "Thanks for your email, Slave. I am not a professional Domme, but have many years experience in the life style I am interested in spending some time with you, as we seem compatible. I must warn you, a session with me will include a very long period of corporal punishment and will end with some heavy dildo training. I love anal stretching. If this is not your cup of tea, please let me know ASAP. If you desire a session with me please call to make the arrangements". She signed it Mistress Diane. I was really mixed up. Mistress Diane was offering what I had craved most of my life. After the events in the park, I had only been thinking of an encounter with another man. Was I gay or just desperate for the BDSM? I thought about it for a few moments and called the number Mistress Diane had given. She had a sultry voice, which was a turn on, and was very much in control of the conversation. We spoke a little about limits, likes and dislikes, then she instructed me to clean myself, inside and out, and to wear a pair of white panties under my clothes. We set a date for the weekend, when Linda would be at work. I came home Friday and found an email from a Dom. Peter Stark was his name. I thought about answering him right away, but decided to put off my response until after I had met with Mistress Diane. I wanted to give myself a chance to remain Hetro. 11:00 a.m. Saturday morning found me knocking at Mistress Diane's door. My hands were shaking. At first, no one answered the door. I felt like I was under a microscope. Here I was, at the door to a fairly large suburban home, in feminine underwear. I imagined all the neighbors looking at me. I felt so out of place. Then the door opened. "You must be Larry, please enter," Mistress Diane was a very pretty woman; near fifty; a dishwater blonde; a little on the heavy side, but not too heavy. She was dressed simply in black leather pants, a white silk blouse, with puffy sleeves and black riding boots that came almost up to her knees. I followed her in, obediently, closing the door behind me. "Follow me" she said as she walked to an upstairs room. I was led to a large playroom, at a glance I could see some stocks, an examination and a set of manacles hanging from chains attached to pulleys in the ceiling. On the wall hung a variety of whips. There were several large dark cabinets. It was an ominous sight and my knees were getting week. In a moment, I was almost too weak to walk. Mistress Diane walked over to one of the cabinets to pick up a glass full of liquid. She brought it to me "Take it and drink it all!" she ordered. I did as she instructed. The drink was bitter and full of alcohol. She walked around behind me and began running her fingers through my hair. Her hands moved to my shoulders and she massaged them a little. "Some vodka and something to relax your muscles, Larry. I want us both to enjoy our time together today." Her hands moved down to my rear end and she began to squeeze each cheek. "You have a nice firm ass". Her hands moved around to the front and loosened my belt buckle. She pushed my pants down to the floor. "I like the panties, slut. And you are going to become my slut today. Aren't you Larry?" "Yes Ma'am", I answered in a shaky whisper. I stepped out of my pants, as she pushed me toward the stocks. "Take off everything except your panties" was her firm command. I did so and moved the last two steps to the stocks. She lifted the top of the device and instructed me to place my head and arms into the holes for them. She closed the device, locking it down. She proceeded to place a spreader bar between my ankles tapping on my legs to get them far enough apart to suit her. She clamped the bar in place. Then she came around to my front and affixed some metal cuffs to my wrists and locked them to the front of the stocks, There was no way out of this one. She bent down a little and turned a crank, lowering the top of the stocks until I was bent over, head below my hips. "You are going to receive a sever beating, Larry. It will serve as my introduction. It will be much easier for you to accept me as your Mistress afterwards. Scream if you need to. The room is sound proof." Mistress Diane walked over to one of the cabinets and opened a small case that was sitting on top. She removed an object, but I could not tell what it was. She walked up behind me and slowly pulled my panties down as far as they would go, about mid-thigh. She applied a dab of something greasy to my anus and massaged into me with her finger. Then began working the cold tip of something into my ass. "Your very tight, a virgin I suspect." She laughed, "Well, not for long!" With that she pushed the object into my ass. At first, it seemed stuck. It hurt like hell and I cried out loud. It was stuck fast. She simply increased the pressure by leaning her full body weight into her effort. Still, it did not go in. I let out an agonized scream. Still having trouble, she began to twist it clockwise, then counter-clockwise. Finally, my splincter relaxed and the object entered. It had a large bulb on the end, an indentation followed, then it got big again. It was securely locked in place. "Quit groaning, slut. It isn't even a large butt plug." She slapped me on the ass with her hand. "We will be able to park a car in your ass when I am through with you." I heard something swish through the air. "I want to introduce you to my favorite whip, Larry. It's a two-foot piece of flat whalebone, about an inch wide. I have been told that the pain it delivers is excruciating." Whack! She was right, I could not believe the pain. Whack! another. Whack! she waited a few seconds. Whack! Whack!, both blows in the same spot. I was squirming and dancing as much as I could in my severely restrained position. With every blow my muscles tensed, pushing against the butt plug; an instant of extreme pleasure. I began squeezing the butt plug after every blow."Do you like my whip, slut?" "Yes Mistress!" I blurted. Whack! Right on the back of my thigh; I screamed out loud. She continued beating my ass and legs for the next twenty minutes or so. After a while the blows no longer stung, they just landed with a heated sensation. The butt plug felt warm and very pleasurable. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I had reached sensory overload and was becoming oblivious to all reality. And then she stopped hitting me. I slumped down, letting the stocks hold my weight. I remained motionless for a few moments. She returned and removed my restraints, opening the stocks. I collapsed to the floor. "Stand up, slave! This is not over yet." I slowly got up, bracing my hands on my knees to do so. I was surprised; she had changed her clothes. She was now wearing a black corselet, with what appeared to be black split-crotch panties. "You took your punishment well, slut. I think I will reward you a little." She took hold of my arm with her hand and led me to a small divan in the corner of the room. She sat on the edge, spreading her legs. "On your knees! Right now!" she barked. I fell to my knees in front of her. "You know what I want. Get to it". I leaned forward moving my face into her crotch. I was rewarded with the smell of perfume and lust, but at least, thank god, she was clean. I opened up her panties and leaned in to lick her labia and clitoris. I tried to be gentle, loving; adoring. With all of my heart and soul, I wanted to worship her. I carefully caressed the whole of her sex with my tongue, from her anus to her navel. I wanted my respect, and yes, gratitude to show. "Very nice, slut. You do this very well" she spoke softly, placing her hands on my head as I continued the task at hand. After a few minutes she said, "I have something else for you. I don't know if you will enjoy it or not, but I will." Help me remove my panties," she was lifting her hips as she spoke. I gently pulled the panties off of her hips, handing them to her. She simply flung them aside, grabbing hold of my hair and pulling my face back into her cunt. "I want you to place your tongue inside of my vagina with your top lip on my clit." I did as she asked, "Now start sucking gently. I'm going to give you some pee and I want you to drink it all. Don't you dare spill a drop". My instinct was to pull my face away from her pussy, but she held me in place while she began to go. It started as a trickle, but was soon a flooding torrent of piss. It was all I could do to keep up with it. But in a minute the volume decreased and turned back into a trickle, She pushed out a couple of squirts and she was finished. "Ahh she groaned, that was nice". I cannot believe how good I felt about this. I had truly pleased her. I resumed licking her pussy while she lay back and rested. After a few minutes she sat back up, pushing my head away. "Now the fun begins." Reaching behind the divan, she brought out a strap on rig. It was a pair of tough looking elastic panties with a long stainless steel bolt sticking out of the front. "I have a variety of tools for this thing. Some are small and some are quite large. You will enjoy your introduction to them. Go over to that cabinet, you will find a leather briefcase on it." I went over to the cabinet and found the case, bringing it back to her. She opened the case removing three black rubber dongs. The smallest was about ten inches long, about the thickness of a real cock. The middle-sized dick was about twelve or thirteen inches long and very thick, about as thick as my wrist. The largest was a heart-stopping thing. About eighteen inches long, but thankfully, no thicker then the second. Mistress Diane stood up and began to pull on the panties, "Don't just sit there with your mouth open asshole. Help me get this on." I did as requested, quickly. With both of us pulling, the panties slid on easily. She bent over and attached the smallest dildo to the front. "Give it a little suck, will you Larry". I bent over and put my lips around the end of the rubber implement. I was thinking about my lover in the park when I did. I was jolted out of my daydream by a sharp slap in the face, "I told you to get on your hands and knees on this couch". I jumped, landing on my hands and knees like she said. She reached behind me and jerked on the butt plug. I cried out in pain squeezing the muscles on the backs of my thighs and my cheeks at the same time. "Don't be such a wimp, pussy boy. You are going to have to put up with a lot more than that if you expect to serve me." She grabbed me by the hips, pulling me to the edge of the divan. Without hesitation, she plunged her cock into my ass and started humping me. I was smothered in a wave of pleasure that emanated from my asshole. She continued to fuck me, harder and harder, working up a sweat. As drops of her sweat dropped onto my back, I was lifted to heights of pleasure I had only dreamed about. "Lets get a larger dick". She stopped for a moment attaching the next weapon to her panties. "I'll put a little extra butt grease on this for you, babe." She greased up the next dick, then leaned over by my side, "Suck on this while I fuck your face with it", with that, the first dick was shoved into my mouth. She pushed it in and out with a lot of force, making me gag as she banged it into the back of my throat. Then she let go of it, leaving it in my mouth. Soon, I felt the larger fatter second dildo pushing on my anus. This cock was immense. She had to really lean her weight into her initial thrusts to get it through my anal ring. There was never a doubt that she would succeed, and she did. I felt tremendous pain as she began pumping, but I felt the stirrings of a climax right away. The pleasure of her riding my ass was indescribable, and she knew it. "You really are enjoying this, aren't you slut?" "Yes Ma'am" I groaned in response. She reached around and grabbed my own cock as she fucked me. I rewarded her caress by spitting cum into her hand. She pulled out and smeared my cum onto my face. "Let's get the big one" and in a minute she was fucking me with the giant phallus. I could feel it sliding way up inside of my bowels. I began to feel the same numbness I felt when I was being whipped with the whalebone. Never in my life had I felt anything close to what Mistress Diane was giving to me then. Finally she pulled the monster out of me. She laughed, hysterically, "I wish you could see your asshole, slut. It is wide open and gaping at me. You will be shitting your pants for days. I love it." She got up and removed the panties and dildo as one, throwing them on the floor. Walking over to the wall, she removed a crop, and immediately began to beat me with it. She fingered herself as she swung the whip, and in no time was in the throes of a violent climax herself. And then, it was over. "Get dressed, and get out, pig" was all she said as she left the room. I stumbled around and found my clothing, dressed and found my way out. I really felt low, used, and even worthless. She just discarded me like a piece of shit when she was done. When I sat down in my car, I realized how sore my ass was. Not just the cheeks, but my anus. It was raw. I was in agony as I drove back to my home. I kept switching from one cheek to another to take some of the strain off of my hole, but my cheeks hurt too. When I finally got back home, I went straight to the bathroom where I filled the tub with water and collapsed into it. I fell asleep in the water, waking about a half an hour before my wife was due to get home. My skin was white and all wrinkles. My asshole still hurt so I squirted half a tube of "Preparation H" into it. I dressed and lay on the bed, falling back to sleep. My wife woke me up for dinner. A hungry wolf would not have eaten quicker. "I thought you would be mad about the tuna casserole," she said while I hungrily forked another mouthful. "No, its great" I just kept on eating. I filled my plate a second time, then got up and grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I was hoping we could make love tonight," Linda said with a smile a yard wide. I cringed inside, my mind scrambling for some excuse, any excuse. "But I have to go back and cover a shift for Lou Ella." Her smile turned to a frown as she continued, "But I will try to get you tomorrow". I was hoping another miracle would happen tomorrow. "Is that a date? We are always missing each other in the bedroom," I was talking and still eating. She looked at me taking another bite. "If you don't quit eating tonight, you won't be able to fuck tomorrow," She wiped her mouth with a napkin and pushed herself away from the table. "Got to go, Babe, be a darling and clean up, ok?" She came around the table and gave me a kiss, then left. A close call averted. I did the dishes and headed for my computer. "Now to answer Sir Peter," I was talking to myself again. I was really nervous about writing him. I had read that a man would be a lot more brutal than a woman would. A man would know just exactly what to do. He had enclosed a cock shot with his email. No picture of his face, just one of his dick. It was very large and uncircumcised. It was almost as big as the middle sized one Mistress Diane had used. I thought about the guy in the park. His dick did not make my asshole raw. Well, he did not fuck me for as long as Diane did either. I typed a quick letter saying that I would love to submit to him. What the hell, I thought, I want to find out just exactly who and what I really am. I looked at my other emails. Oh god, mail from that bitch Karen. I put her on the block list. The other was from Mistress Diane. "Larry, you have the makings of a great submissive. Let me know when you are ready for another session. I would love to entertain you again." It was signed Mistress "D". Oooh, I saved her email. She was as close to my fantasy as I had gotten so far. Who knows, I might get calluses in my butt hole. I browsed through fifty or so profiles, men, women, couples, even transsexuals, and sent out six new emails. My theory is "If you want to catch fish, you have to through out some bait. But I was getting tired; it had been a long and very tiring day. I shut down my computer and went to bed. I was still sore the next couple of days, but my luck was still holding. Lou Ella was still sick and Linda had to cover her shift. Thrill of thrills, Peter Stark had requested my presence the following Saturday. I new I was fucked up when I felt the tingles running through my body. "Why am I so aroused by the possibility of submission to another man?" The thought haunted me all week. He did not even make many demands, "Take your clothes off when you get inside and call me Sir." He lived out in Karen's direction, but I did not mind the drive. Saturday came fast enough. I got myself squeaky clean and escaped cleanly. Linda went up to her sisters for the weekend. I made the drive while twitching and squirming on the car seat. My ass was jumping with anticipation. This should be quite a day, a day for some answers. I was playing with my cock all the way; I was at maximum arousal as I rang Mr. Starks' front bell. His home was not a large one, but very well manicured. A very handsome man, about fifty opened the door for me. "Come in Larry" was all that was said. I entered and removed my clothes. Peter walked up to me and stood with his face just inches from mine. He began to caress my body with both hands, slowly. He fondled my penis and balls, holding my balls in his hand; he hefted them upward, weighing them. Then he squeezed them a little. He pulled on them, a little hard. I winced. He looked me in the eye and pulled a little harder still. My cock became erect. "Very responsive. I like that Larry." He let go of my cock and began working on my nipples, both at once. He was not shy about it. He pinched and twisted them so hard, I thought my legs were going to give out. He worked on my tits silently for about five minutes. It was intense. He let go of them and dug into his pants pocket, pulling our two metal clamps, the kind you would use for stationary. "These are going to hurt you, a lot!" he said as he put one on my left nipple. He was right; I let out a painful moan as he released the spring onto my breast. He did the same with the other side. I started to dance, flexing my leg muscles and twisting back and forth. Those things were killers, more intense than anything I had ever had clamped on to me. "We will only keep them on for a few minutes, Larry. Follow me upstairs now." He led the way, and I followed. He took me to what must have been his bedroom. "Stand against the wall for me" "Yes Sir" I groaned. He smiled as he began pulling and twisting the clamps. "Ohhh, arghh, aaaa," only guttural sounds came out of my mouth. My legs buckled, but he held me up. He was surprisingly strong. "I think we can remove these clamps for now" He pulled them both off at once, without releasing the spring's tension. I cried out loud. He began to massage both nipples to help get some circulation back. It hurt like hell. "As you can tell, I really enjoy nipple torture," saying that, he pulled a short leather strap from his rear pocket and began hitting each nipple. He gave about ten smacks to each slowly, deliberately. He was not hitting full force, but by about the fifth blow the pain started to intensify. It was not pleasant. After he beat them, he began pinching and twisting them again. When he stopped, they were really sore. "You did well, Larry. Not many men can take it like you just did," he smiled, backed up a little and unzipped his pants. Reaching into the fly he came out with that giant cock I had seen in his picture. It was flaccid. "Suck it for me a while," He place his hand on my shoulder and applied some pressure, pushing me to my knees. I leaned close and open my mouth trying to get the big fat head of his cock into it. I experimented with his foreskin; I had never seen one up close before. He reached down and skinned it back for me. It was still soft and it went into my mouth like a giant marshmallow. I began to suck it nice and easy. "I want you to suck on my balls too, Larry. Move back and forth." I did it like he wanted. He stiffened a little and I could no longer open my mouth wide enough to get his dick inside. He backed up a step and told me to do his asshole. He was kind enough to spread his cheeks for me. It was not unpleasant, as he was very clean. "Get your tongue up inside, as far as you can." I worked diligently to please him, getting into a rhythm. As I worked, his hole loosened and it became easier. I was actually starting to enjoy it, and became hard as a rock while tonguing him. "We are going to change positions, Larry. But you are going to eat my ass some more." He turned around again and pulled out a handful of rubber bands from his pocket. Folding each one in half and twisting them to form a smaller loop, he placed one around the base of my cock, behind my balls. Then he placed one around each testicle, and finally, the last one went behind the balls. I was trussed up like the Christmas Turkey. "I want you to sit on the end of the bed and lay back, leaving your legs and crotch over the end of it," He pushed my back once I had sat down. "Now I am going to sit on your face so you can do my asshole a little more," He sat down facing my cock." I could barely breathe, but my hands were free and I managed to get air when I needed it. I resumed my work on his ass. Whap; the first blow landed right on my balls. I nearly bucked him off of me. "Leave your legs down, asshole!" he barked "You almost kneed me in the face." Whap, he hit me in the balls again. I could not help myself. I bucked again. He got off me immediately and went to the end of the bed. There were restraints fixed to the legs of the bed and he secured my ankles with them. I could no longer move my legs. He pulled a large strap out from under the center of the bed and placed it over my waste. Then he climbed back on and started over. Whap, he hit my balls before I got my tongue into his ass. "Hurry up, we don't have all day." Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap, I thought I was going to vomit from the pain. He just kept hitting my balls; every few seconds another blow. Surprisingly, the pain began to change into an itching sensation. I was floating in that lovely state of delirium I had entered before. My cock was as hard as a piece of wood. To my surprise, He moved his ass back over my dick and impaled himself onto it. He began a long sensuous fuck.'' "What the fuck" I thought to myself, this is not supposed to happen. But here I was with my dick up his ass. There was nothing I could do. As hot as I was, I would have climaxed if he had rubbed my dick with steel wool. There was no stopping it. It was a big one. Then he dribbled cum, from his still not hard cock, onto my stomach and smeared it around with his hand. "Thank you, Larry" he gasped. He got up off of me and walked over to the counter. "Let me take this little pill. He popped a pill into his mouth and swallowed, "Viagra". He came back over to me and removed my restraints. "Kneel on the end of the bed." He said, placing the restraints back onto my legs as quickly as they came off. He placed a leather cuff on each wrist and secured them to each ankle. Then he placed a rubber ball into mouth and strapped it around my head. "I hope you did not think I was through with you, Larry. Viagra only keeps me hard for an hour of so and I like to get my first nut while I am still soft." He began to massage my ass, then walked away to a cabinet. I could not see it, but heard the door open and close. "Have you ever been properly caned, Larry?" I heard a loud menacing swish through the air over my back. "You started to enter sub-space when I was beating your balls, you are going to go for a ride now." Smack! I screamed out loud in the highest pitch I could muster, but the ball gag muffled it. "Ho Ho, That hurt". Smack he landed another, on the backs of my thighs. "I think I'll give you thirty good ones." I tried to count them, but I went over the edge long before he was through. He was rubbing my ass with an icepack when I came back to earth. "This will help keep the bruises and swelling down a little. Your ass will be black and blue for a week or so, but what the hell, it's all fun, isn't it Larry?" He came up behind me and I could feel him rubbing my ass with his now fully erect cock. I could feel its heat as he rubbed back and forth. Then the tip was at my backdoor, pushing firmly. He had it lubed and ready to go, but it was large. Push like you are trying to crap, it will make it easier." I did as he asked and was rewarded with the best sensation I have ever felt. That huge velvety cock slid right up my ass all the way to the hilt. He stopped when he was all the way in and let me get accustomed to its girth. Then he began to fuck with slow deliberate strokes. I swear it was nonstop for forty minutes. I could hear my hole sloshing and slurping as he fucked in and out. I have never felt anything that good in my life. When I was really loose, he stopped for a moment and released me from the restraints. Rolling me over, he got in between my legs and placed my calves on his shoulders. Then he slid his cock back into me for another twenty-minute ride. He came after an hour of the most intense fucking imaginable. When he did he just collapsed into my arms. He hugged me and I hugged him back. He began to kiss me. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and I put mine into his. We made out like school kids for about twenty minutes and then he turned me onto my side and slipped that magic cock back into my waiting, and eager, asshole. I fell asleep while he was screwing me for the last time. I woke up alone on the bed. I stumbled into his washroom and showered. He was waiting for me when I came out. He helped me towel off. "You were great, Larry. I really enjoy a masochist, and you are truly that." I would love it if you became my live in slave." I told him I was married, but added, I would think about it. "You would not be sorry. I know how to give you what you need." I knew that was the truth. I put my arms around him and kissed him one more time. "I loved every minute of this day" I told him as I hugged him some more. Its just, well, I have a lot to think about.