Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2018 18:00:09 +0000 (UTC) From: John Pearce Subject: Erotic Domination-4 Thanks to Nifty. Please contribute so that we can all continue to enjoy this great archive of stories. CHAPTER FOUR Part One - SIR BECOMES MY MASTER After the evening in the restaurant it was several days before I found myself once again outside Sir's front door. Over the past few months I had grown used to visiting him and submitting to him. All the early nerves had vanished and I had come to approach each meeting with a sense of impending excitement and expectation, mixed with a sense of calm acceptance, of coming home to where I could really be myself. But this time was different. This time fear of the unknown was once again swirling around me. the fluttering in my stomach reaching down into my balls making them hang heavy between my legs. Once again I was very nervous, my palms a bit sticky, once again I was filled with that sense of uncertainty, of stepping into the unknown of our early meetings. For since the visit to the restaurant things had changed, and I carried the physical evidence of that change in my hand to present to him. So it was no surprise that I stood there hesitant for several long moments reflecting on the events that transpired since that night.. * * * * * * * * The day after we went to the restaurant I struggled to collect my thoughts to put it mildly. To say I was in shock would be too dramatic, but I certainly felt one step removed from reality throughout the day. The events of the night before, my exposure to Gordon in the restaurant followed by Sir coming in my mouth had stirred me up considerably. What Sir had told me was true. Now there were new unknowns, and I felt very much as I had done the first time we had met, full of nervous energy and expectancy. I had now taken his sperm inside me, and that had made me want more of it, indeed I felt a distinct hunger for it. I hadn't expected that to feel so intense. And that feeling, coupled with the introduction of someone new had brought back all the nervous excitement I had felt then. It was obvious too that soon Gordon would have more access to me, and it was these thoughts that made my heart flutter and pound relentlessly. And above all that was the knowledge that this would all happen without any action from me. I didn't need to do anything to get it to happen, I only needed to be passive and accepting and wait. Submit myself to it. Sir had left me to my own devices for a few days. On the third day he rang. After we said our initial hellos, there was a short pause. "So, he said. "How are things with you?" "Excellent thanks." I laughed a little. "Never better, in fact." "Hmm, that's good. No ill effects from the other night then?" "No, not at all. I enjoyed it immensely." "That's grand. I'm very glad to hear it." He paused for a few moments, "Look sorry, I can't talk for long now, I've got a fair amount on. I just wanted to get in touch and make sure everything's going ok with you. How about we meet lunchtime tomorrow? Are you free? We can have a good chat and catch up on where we're both at." "Of course I'll be free, that's fine," I said. "I'll look forward to it." "Great. I'll pick you up around midday then." * * * * * * * * The following day I kept an eye out for him, and was out of the door almost before he had pulled up. He drove us out into the countryside to the pub we usually went to. We found a table outside, he preferred that as we could talk freely without being overheard. We sat and ate lunch as we chatted amicably about this and that. When we had finished our meal he sent me off to take our plates back to the bar and order some coffee. Once I'd done that and was settled back at the table he changed tack to address the subject which I'm sure we were both aware had been lying just underneath the surface throughout our meeting so far. "So," he said, "the other night. How do you feel about that?" My eyes lit up. "It was terrific, I've never known anything like it. It has to be the most exciting sexual experience I've ever had. It all just seemed to happen so naturally." "Good". He smiled. "You asked to receive my seed some time ago now. How do you feel now I've given it to you?" "Different," I said. "I feel different. It was a big thing for me, taking part of you into me, it was very symbolic. Even now, today, I'm still very aware that there is something of you inside me. I feel like you have finally taken possession of me." "Good. Now we can begin to try some more things. Make no mistake, I will not force you to do anything, but I will draw you in and your very nature will lead you to follow my wishes willingly. You know the old saying, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink? It is true, but if the horse is thirsty, then he will drink. And you are very thirsty, I can tell." Then he questioned me a bit further about the evening. When he asked me how I felt I tried to explain the feelings as an odd mixture of excitement, apprehension and calm. Excitement because it was all very thrilling to be touched in such a public place not only by him but by a stranger as well. Apprehension because Gordon was such an unknown entity and I found him rather intimidating. But both of those feelings were overcome by a strange sense of calm. Calm because of his presence beside me. I was certain that with him there nothing bad would happen. He smiled as I said this. "Well, thank you. It's good that I'm earning your trust, even in such a novel situation. But what did you find intimidating about Gordon?" "Just that manner he had of being totally above me from the first moment, of not considering me at all, treating me like an object. His air of total domination. I just crumbled in front of him, I felt bound to obey him. Don't get me wrong, it was exciting too, and now I come to think of it, exactly as I imagine an experienced master would behave with a submissive. But I did feel he was a bit harsh on the waiter, mocking his penis like that. I thought that was very unkind." He laughed aloud at that. "That's just your inexperience speaking. All submissives are not like you, there are many kinds. Some are much more effeminate. Being fucked is what they crave, and their penises are not that important to them.. For you it would be a big insult if I dismissed your cock in that way, for them it isn't. I should tell you a little about Gordon and his submissives. "Gordon owns the restaurant as you've seen. He's gay, has no interest in women. When he has to recruit staff he always weighs up the candidates using his radar for submissives of the type he likes as well as by their experience and aptitude for the job. Then he draws them in them, much as I did with you, and as often as not he will master them so that they then serve him and take care of him sexually, as you do with me. It's the same thing but different." He paused again, looking directly at me as if weighing something up in his mind. I waited passively for him to speak. "You'll remember that he referred to me as your master. What was your reaction?" "Well, to be honest for some time now I've thought of you as my master. I know you've never claimed to be, but somehow I always knew that is who you are." There was a pause as he thought for a moment, nodding slightly before he spoke again. "That's good. Thus far you could say that I have acted as your friend and mentor. I have led you into new experiences in order to help you develop and accept your sense of submissiveness. I feel that the time may well have now come for you to accept me as your master. Whether or not this is right for you depends on how much you have learnt to trust me. To take me as your master will mean that you freely acknowledge my authority as your superior and that you will follow my instructions without question whenever I require it." He was speaking quite softly and gently, and I felt a surge of affection for him. "Taking me as your master will not change many things on the surface, it won't suddenly usher in my becoming much more stern and demanding. It is more that you are now ready to declare freely that you want me to take unconditional control of all of your sexual existence. You have shown willing deference to me ever since we met, but we have not as yet given any definitive form to our relationship. "When I say unconditional control I mean that you will be ready to have sex whenever I wish, wherever I wish, at whatever time I wish and with whoever I wish. You will be expected to do this without any hesitation or prevarication. The basic question is whether have come to trust me enough to accept this?" Hearing him so definitely state what it would mean caused my balls to stir between my legs. Especially the 'with whoever I wish' part. The memory of Gordon's irresistible touch was still rampant within me and it was the thought of being under his control that started my penis to stir as the blood flooded into it. "Oh yes, I trust you. So far I've enjoyed everything you have wanted from me with so I'm happy to take it another step further" "Excellent. So we're agreed, you want me to really be your master instead of just thinking of me that way?" He smiled gently as he said it. "I think so, but it's like so many things, it's almost impossible to know without having had any experience." "Well," he said, "let's agree to test the water as it were, have a trial run. I will act as your master for a few weeks, a month maybe, then we can decide whether on not to make it permanent or not. How does that sound?" I gulped, suddenly. It was the word 'permanent' that made it all more real. But as always I trusted him, I couldn't see him suddenly transformed into a cruel and vicious tyrant. So I closed my eyes figuratively, and jumped into the unknown again. "The one thing I know is that if I don't at least try, I will always regret it and wonder about what might have been. I trust you, so the answer has to be yes. Yes please." I paused, then went on, "Yes please, sir." "Very well then, we'll give it a go. I don't think you will regret it." His tone hardened, became more demanding as he continued. "So tell me then, do you have any appointments or other meetings scheduled in the next forty eight hours?" I thought for a moment. "No, not as I remember." "Good. From now on, any time you make any appointments for business or otherwise be sure to remember that you must check with me and reschedule them if they don't suit my plans. As your master your first duty is to me." He got up. "I'll go in and settle up, go and wait for me by the car. I have something for you." With that he walked off towards the pub. I made my way to the car park and stood dutifully beside the car. When he came back out and approached the car beeped as he unlocked it. He came up and stopped beside me. "Open the door for me then, don't be forgetting your manners!" I jumped slightly and obeyed him, fumbling slightly with the catch as I opened his door. He got in and settled into his seat. "Close the door, then go round and get in." Once I'd walked round and settled myself in the passenger seat he turned and reached over the back of the seat. His hand came back with a black soft leather bag closed at the top with a drawstring. He handed to me. "This is for you. " The moment I took it I could feel what it was and I felt my heart rate pick up. I opened the bag and took the collar out, feeling it's weight as I lifted it. It was of black leather, maybe two inches wide. It buckled at the back, the buckle had a pair of metal rings attached held together by a small padlock. It had similar rings on each side and at the front. Attached to the front ring was a light chain of some length ending in a looped leather handle, like a dog lead. On the front of the collar were two words, printed in gold capitals, one word on each side of the ring. PAREBO DOMINUS. "You remember I promised you a while back that I would give you a symbol that you can wear to demonstrate your acceptance of my dominance?" I nodded dumbly. "Well, this is it. Your very own slave collar. It's a present from me to show how pleased I am with you, as well as a statement of our new relationship as master and servant." "And the inscription?" I asked. Parebo Dominus sounds a bit ominous I thought. Oddly, among all my palpitations, I wondered why I had begun thinking in verse. "It's in latin, it means 'I will obey my master'. And that is exactly what will be expected of you. There are still things for you to learn, responses to explore, but the moment I fasten this collar round your neck for the first time marks the end of your initial training. From that moment you freely acknowledge that your sex life and your body belong to me for as long as I may want them. For my part I will always treat you fairly and ensure that you come to no harm when in my care." "The collar is now yours to keep, you will take it home with you and keep it somewhere where it is on display, beside your bed will be best. It will remind you of your obedience to me each time you see it. It will also mean that I will have a presence in your own home. Each time you visit me you will bring it with you and hand back it to me when you enter. You will wear it as a declaration that you accept me as your superior and give me full control over you. I will put it on you when you arrive and hand it back to you when you leave. The padlock is there so you can't put it on and preen yourself in it while at home. Only your master can put it on and take it off." "If you have visitors and feel the need to hide it, you may, but you will confess the fact to me and you will receive a stern form of correction for being ashamed of me and the role you play for me. You have to learn to be proud of your role, not ashamed. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. I will try." "There is one further thing which is largely symbolic, but nonetheless important. As your master I will be taking more control over your body when we are apart than I have so far. I have exerted control over your cock and balls for some time, but I am now extending this control to your entire body. You will not touch it directly with your hands anywhere any more without my permission. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "I will provide you with disposable rubber gloves and you will wear them every time you bathe or shower or shave yourself. I will provide them rather than have you go and buy your own. That way the gloves will always be something of mine that forms a literal barrier between your hands and your skin. A regular reminder that the rest of your body is now mine, for my use only and not for you to fondle at will any more. It belongs to me now, so you have no right to touch it any more without my permission, just as you would not touch any other of my possessions. Your hands are still free to touch your face and head of course, but only there. "Now, let's be off, there's things to do. Pop the collar back in it's bag." I sat in silence for a while as he drove us back into town, still overwhelmingly aware of the collar in it's bag my lap, this new solid physical evidence of his mastery over me. We got about halfway back before I spoke of a doubt lurking around in my brain. "Will we still meet as friends, or will this change all that?" He chuckled. "No, no, that remains the same, it hasn't changed. The only change is in the roles we'll play when we have sex. Everything else stays the same." When he pulled up by where I lived, he switched off the engine and turned to me. "From now on there will be a ritual for you to follow each time you enter my home, so pay attention and make sure you remember. On each visit you will enter with your head lowered and you will not speak. You'll hand your collar to me and then strip, placing your clothes on the chair. You will then kneel, knees spread, hands behind your back, and wait for instructions. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir." "Repeat them to me." "Enter with head lowered. Don't speak, hand you the collar, strip and kneel. Knees apart, hands behind my back and wait." "Very good, but I didn't say knees apart, did I? Knees apart could be one inch apart. So what did I say?" "Knees spread, sir." "Indeed. Spread means wide apart, as far apart as they will go. Do you understand?" I nodded vigorously. Every time he said 'do you understand' it wasn't with anger, it was more how he might speak if talking to a particularly dumb child. "Yes, sir," He looked at his watch. "Be at my door at seven this evening, bring your collar with you. And I want you clean and freshly shaved." He reached across and opened the glove box, brought out a pack of disposable gloves and handed them to me with a big smile. "Don't forget these when you bathe and shave. Off you go now, don't be late." I clutched the gloves to me along with the collar in it's bag, unsure quite where I stood now, whether I should speak or not as he hadn't asked a question. In the end I just mumbled 'thank you sir' as I got out. I shut the door and watched as he drove off. * * * * * * * * A couple of hours later I was vividly reminded of what he had said about wearing the gloves. I wore a pair for the first time as I shaved myself in preparation for my appointment with him and it was true that the feeling of touching myself was greatly reduced. It was quite easy to imagine that it was his hands, not mine, that were doing the shaving. That caused my cock to spring violently to full erection and my balls to ache and for both of them to feel twice the size as images of his hands on them and the feel as if it were his hands swam through my mind and the realisation that I could come so easily now swept through me. I managed to pull myself back and away from the urges, I dared not come now. I left my genitals alone until my erection subsided and after that I touched them as gently as I could while trying to concentrate on the actual shaving. Even so, my cock was still swollen and my balls on fire even after I'd finished and dressed. All the while my collar was resting on the table, waiting for me, giving me a little twinge of pleasure mixed with apprehension each time it caught my eye. I'd taken it out of it's bag, and Sir was right. Had it not been padlocked I would have found it almost impossible to resist trying it on, seeing how it felt. I was being bent to his will, even when he was not there. * * * * * * * * Another couple of hours, and here I was, back where I started this chapter, outside his door clutching the bag that contained my collar, coming to have him place it around my neck for the first time. Stomach churning, palms sticky, wondering just what awaited me beyond his front door. What would he want from me as my master? What new things might he want from me? Would he want to punish me? Maybe it wouldn't just be him, maybe another new man, a stranger's cock to suck? Maybe it would be Gordon's? My stomach and palms were joined by a wave of adrenalin as if I was crouched in the door of a vibrating roaring plane about to make my first jump into the unknown . . . I realised there was only one way to find out, and I couldn't run away. I swallowed, then put my finger on the doorbell and pushed. The die was cast. Remembering his instructions I kept my gaze lowered. I didn't want him to open the door suddenly and catch me looking straight at him. I heard the sound of the catch mechanism and saw the bottom of the door sweep back. He was barefoot and I saw the hem of his robe. "Come in." I took a few paces in and turned towards him as he closed the door. I held out the collar in it's bag. He took it and I began to strip. My excitement was intense, it seemed like I was standing in a field of electricity, charged up almost to bursting point, senses fully alert, magnifying every sight and sound. Adrenalin pumped through my veins just as it had that first night when I first stepped into the unknown. Now I was doing it again, and I'd never felt so alive. I remembered to put my clothes on the chair and as soon as I was naked I moved to kneel down. "Stop," he said. "Take the sheath off as well. From now on you will be fully on display all the while you are here." I took it off, exposing myself to him, and put it on top of my clothes. My penis was fat with desire, and swelled even more as I suddenly felt the air swirling around it for the first time in ages. I knelt down, spread my legs as wide as they would go, and clasped my hands together behind my back. I could see his hands opening the bag, taking out the collar, unlocking the padlock, opening the collar. He moved in front of me, holding the collar in both hands as he faced me. I had another adrenalin rush sweep through me at the thought of what was about to happen. The moment he collared me he would change from being my tutor and become my master. I guess I felt something of the same thing a girl might feel when accepting an engagement ring, the same sense of making a commitment. Now he would own me sexually. This all passed through my mind in a flash, even before he spoke again. "You have to show that you enter into this freely, that it is what you really want. The request has to come from you, you have to ask me to collar you. Are you ready to ask me?" "Yes, sir" I said, head still bowed. "Good. Then look up at me and ask away." I raised my eyes to his. He had an eager look in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips. I felt a wave of affection for him. "Please sir," I said. "I want to wear your collar." He raised the collar showing me the inscription. "Parebo dominus. What does it mean?" "I will obey my master, sir." He lowered the collar, captivating me in his gaze. "And will you obey me?" "Yes sir. I'll do the best that I can." His smile broadened. "That's my boy." He reached down with one hand and pulled at the cord letting his robe fall apart. He was obviously aroused, his cock was already engorged and standing out slightly. He took a pace closer bringing it within range of my lips. "Take me in your mouth now. It's symbolic that you should be demonstrating your submission as I collar you." I closed my mouth eagerly around his helmet and washed my tongue around it. I felt him stiffen, and sucked harder. He brought the collar up under my chin, and for the first time I felt the leather close around my neck as he brought the two ends together and buckled them. Then he slipped the padlock back through the loops and snapped it shut. "Now you belong to me until I choose to release you. My own cocksucker," and he ruffled my hair gently. "My own pet cocksucker." He stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Stand up now." I obeyed and rose to face him, keeping my gaze lowered. He had the leather loop at the end of the chain round one wrist and tugged slightly on it making me sway forward. "What a lovely sight," he said. "I've wanted to have you on a leash for many weeks." He moved a couple of steps down the hall pulling me with him to where there was a mirror on the wall. "Look at yourself, it suits you perfectly, don't you think?" I raised my eyes and saw myself reflected, the collar dark around my neck, it's chain taut, held tight in his hand and a warm flush moved through me as I recognised the real me, my real sexual being looking back at me. "Yes, sir. Very much so." He reached forward with his other hand and took hold of my genitals to lift them up and forward. He slipped the loop over them so it nestled up against my groin. The length of the chain was such that the leather loop fitted closely behind my scrotum. "Stand up straight, don't slouch. Arch your back properly." I did as asked, and felt the chain tighten the loop under my balls as I did so, lifting them slightly up and forward. "That's better. It displays you nicely. You should always keep your back arched like this, good posture is very important." There was a short pause. I kept my gaze lowered, acutely aware that the pressure of the leather around my genitals coupled with this whole situation was making my cock begin to swell. He reached forward and took hold of the chain midway between my collar and my genitals, twisting it slightly to tighten it and drawing it away from me. I felt the pressure simultaneously on my neck and my balls. "You wear this as a constant reminder that I now control you completely. To remind you that now I have you by the neck and by the balls at all times." As he spoke he was pulling then relaxing his grip on the chain, pulling and relaxing, pulling and relaxing, rocking me slightly back and forward as I watched my cock stiffen and rise out in front of me. He stopped his motion on the chain, holding it just pulled forward enough for the tension still to be there as his other hand reached down and closed around my shaft, feeling it's heat and stiffness. "Good boy," he said softly. "You like this, don't you." "Yes, sir." "Of course you do." His hand stroked softly up and down until my cock came up to full stand. He teased my helmet for a while, rubbing it gently between finger and thumb before taking his hands away, releasing the chain and stepping back. "Good," he said. "Now, take yourself off into the lounge. Your instructions are on the desk. Follow them to the letter." He stepped round me as he spoke and gave a good sharp slap to each buttock. "Off you go." So I set off on my own down his hallway, the loop on the chain still pulling up at my genitals as I kept my back straight, my cock standing out stiff in front of me in an open declaration of my arousal. It was a strange sensation entering his lounge on my own. On every visit bar one so far I had always followed him in fully clothed, the exception being the night we went to the restaurant when he had had me strip in the hall, but even then he had preceded me into the lounge. But this time I was entering on my own, naked, collared, yet to find out what he had in store for me. What my master had in store for me. That thought alone caused a further stirring of desire. He was my master now. So what did that make me? His servant? His slave? His role had been defined, mine had not. His submissive? But that was what I had been from the first night. Submissive was just my nature, my new role had to have more weight than simply being submissive. On the desk was a sheet of paper, next to it was a tray. On the tray were familiar items. A pair each of wrist and ankle cuffs, the wrist cuffs with a six inch or so length of chain attached. The plug/gag I had had in my mouth on previous visits. The buttplug, along with the belt and cords used to keep it in place. Next to it lay a tube of lubricant and a bunch of tissues. The sheet of paper had only a few short lines in large bold type. I picked it up and began to read. Adorn yourself with the items on the tray. Kneel on the mat facing the sofa. Clip the chain on each wrist cuff to the ankle cuffs. Have your knees wide apart, back arched, head lowered. Wait for your master to come for you. You will do this every time you enter this room. This is the ritual you will follow to prepare for your master. I began with the belt, buckling it around my waist. Then took the cap off the lubricant and squeezed a good dollop onto my first two fingers. Spreading my legs apart and bending forward I reached back between my legs to lubricate my anus. I felt kind of displaced all the while, one part of me astonished that I was really doing this. Here in the present, right now, I was doing the things that he had previously done to me. The feeling intensified as I picked up the buttplug and spread lube over it's surface before bringing it round behind me and rather gingerly tried to locate my hole. A couple of prods and suddenly the tip began to enter me. It slid in easily to begin with but then my sphincter instinctively tightened around it, trying to expel it. I had to hold it there before pushing and retreating over and over again, going a little deeper each time while trying to persuade my sphincter to relax. I knew the feeling well from the times I had felt him penetrate me with it, so I knew my arse could take it, but it took a grunt of pain and a firm push before it finally slipped inside and the pain was replaced with an equal wave of pleasure, that delicious feeling of fullness that came as it settled firmly inside me. The cords were hanging down from the back of the belt, and as I fed them through the loop on the buttplug, just as he had done, and brought them up either side of my genitals, just as he had done, to tie them off to the rings on the front of the belt, just as he had done, the significance of what he was having me do fully struck me. These were things that previously had been done to me by him, now I was doing them of my own free will for him. I was doing them as a physical demonstration of my willingness to serve him, to have him come and use my body. To use my body and then come. To give me his seed. I used some tissues to wipe my fingers and replaced the cap on the tube of lube, careful not to make any mess. I knelt first on one knee and then the other to strap the ankle cuffs in place. The wrist cuffs were a bit trickier with only one hand to pull them round the wrist and buckle them. I had to hold each cuff against my chest with my wrist to manage it. That left only the plug for my mouth. I picked it up and looked round for the mat. It was to my right a few feet away from the sofa, and quite large, about three feet square, made of thick spongy rubber, and felt comfortable under me as I dropped to my knees onto it. I felt gratitude to him for his consideration for my knee joints, but fully realising that it's main purpose was most likely to protect his carpet. I put the plug into my mouth and clipped the chain on my left wrist cuff to the ankle cuff using my other hand to hold the d ring steady. The right wrist was more difficult with only one hand as the d ring either dropped flat or the cuff twisted around my ankle but finally it clicked home and I was secured. Then the feeling of unreality disappeared as I was once again back where I belonged. Naked, restrained, waiting for what was to happen, full of passive sexual anticipation. I was getting quite good at passive sexual anticipation. In my former life, sexual anticipation had always been accompanied by a sense of urgency, a need to bring the anticipation to completion. But the way Sir had encouraged my passivity and brought it to the surface meant that I no longer associated the anticipation with the need for completion. The anticipation was as strong and arousing as ever but I could remain calm as it swirled around me because I knew completion would only come when Sir decided. And Sir was giving me the best sex I'd ever experienced. So my anticipation had now become passive. That was why I could feel satisfied with just one orgasm every ten days or so, and foregoing masturbation instead of having daily sessions. I was still just as sexually aroused almost all the time just as I had been before, but the lack of urgency left me free to enjoy the sensation of arousal without any desire to bring it to an end. I was happy to live with it. I had come to feel almost as if permanent sexual arousal was my very nature. I don't know how long I knelt there, sitting on my heels and waiting, I would often lose myself in these reveries and wander around my inner self at these times. There was no sign of Sir. Though facing the sofa as I was meant that my back was to the door. For all I know Sir was standing in the doorway watching me. That thought made me check that my back was still nicely arched and my head suitably lowered, the chain kept taut between neck and testicles. I didn't want to disappoint him. Suddenly I sensed movement behind me. I felt one hand ruffle my hair as his other hand came and stroked my cheek. "What a pretty sight you are," he said. "I'm very pleased to see you like this." He stroked me for a few moments, then his hands dropped to my shoulders and he began to massage them. My body stirred a little in response and I gave a little groan of pleasure under the movement of his hands. His grip was firm and direct, I felt he was taking full possession of me. He pulled me back against him and I felt the warmth of the bare flesh of his stomach against my back. He moved his body from side to side against me, and I could feel his penis pressing against the nape of my neck as it hung down between our bodies as if he was using the touch of my body to stimulate himself. It was a very erotic sensation as I felt it begin to stiffen and rise against my skin. He kept this up for several long glorious moments until his hands left my shoulders and came into my vision as they moved down onto my chest. His hands were firm and strong and felt more like a massage than a caress as they rubbed over my bare skin. They moved up to rub over my nipples and soon he took a firm hold of them to squeeze and tug gently at them. Another groan came from behind the plug in my mouth. His grip tightened and he pulled harder. I groaned again, louder this time. I became aware that my penis was standing out rock hard before me, visible evidence of my arousal. "Good boy," his voice came from close above me as he bent forward over my shoulder. "You like that, don't you." "Humm hurgh," was all I could manage through my plugged lips. "Yes sir." He released my nipples and rubbed his palms back and forward over them. One hand took hold of the chain and he drew it out away from me lifting my balls and pulling at my collar. "Bend forward." I obeyed, slackening the chain and I watched as his hands slid down my front to slip the leather loop down and away from my genitals, lifting them and then letting them drop again as it came off. He put the loop on his left wrist, then took hold of the chain a few inches from the collar, pulling it away to the left dragging the collar round on my neck until the chain came taut. Then he lifted it, pulling the collar upwards. "Come up off your heels, kneel up straight now," he said as he pulled. As I rose up the chains from my wrist to ankles drew tight pulling my shoulders back and down. He drew his chain up the side of my head so it pressed against my cheek, turning my head and pulling it back so my other cheek was pressed against the warmth of his stomach, his hand pressing against my head, holding it tightly back against him. His other hand came round and stroked all over my face, rubbing and exploring every inch. His penis had risen now to half mast, feeling hot and urgent now, lying horizontal as it pressed against my shoulder blade. The hand on my face came down to my mouth and took hold of the plug in my mouth. "Open." As I obeyed he pulled it out and dropped it back onto the tray. As my head was still tilted down saliva leaked out of my open mouth and dribbled down my chin. I felt warm drops falling like rain on my thigh. His hand came back and smeared the dribble around my mouth and chin, wetting his fingers. When he spoke his voice was soft and gentle as if speaking a truth. "Your body belongs to me now. Outside . . " He paused and slid two fingers into my mouth . . " and inside." He paused motionless for the words to sink in, then I moaned as I always do when fingers go into my mouth as he began to slide them in and out. "Suck." And so I did, closing my lips and drawing his fingers deeper as they hooked into my mouth and slid in and out in a gentle fucking motion. I was in heaven, I felt utterly possessed by him. Still the chain held my head tight against him, still his fingers moved in my mouth, still he moved his hips from side to side, his penis now standing upright and hot as he rolled it between his belly and the nape of my neck. Saliva was leaking from my mouth, some running onto his hand, some dripping off my chin onto my thigh. I felt as if I was moving into some kind of trance state. Then his hand started to push down on my head. "Sit back down on your heels." Lowered myself back down meant that my shoulder was now below his his groin, and he moved his hips to one side freeing his penis. Suddenly there it was, poking through in the groove between his hand in my mouth and my cheek, his helmet pressed up against my eye and nose, monstrous in my vision. I felt it's heat on my cheek, and his scent filled my nostrils. Now he was moving forward and back slightly instead of side to side, as if in a slow motion masturbation. His scent was an aphrodisiac. God, I wanted it in my mouth. I felt as if he was teasing me, flaunting it so close while denying me access to him with the fingers in my mouth. Of course, he wasn't teasing me at all, it was himself that he was teasing. Temporarily denying himself. Prolonging his pleasure, exactly as he'd described to me that first night. I was just the lucky recipient. He was the one with the strength to deny himself. But even he couldn't deny himself for long. His fingers came out of my mouth and took hold of his shaft. Now he was rubbing it back and forth across my lips. Instinctively my tongue came out to lick at it. In an instant he pulled my head back and slapped me on the face with his penis, once, twice, three times. His voice came sharp and angry. "Did I tell you to use your tongue?" "No sir," I mumbled abjectly. "Then why are you doing it?" "I don't know sir," Now the mumble was guilty, for I knew the reason for his anger. "I told you already, you only do what I tell you when I tell you! If I have to tell you again you'll get a beating. Do you understand?" "Yes sir. I'm sorry." "Did I ask you how you felt about it? No. I asked you whether you understood or not. Of course you're sorry, you've just annoyed your master. Now I ask you again, do you understand?" "Yes sir." Then he pulled me back down against his penis and the sharpness left his voice. "Good boy. Don't worry, you'll soon learn." Once again his penis rubbed across my lips, still half open - he'd not yet told me to close my mouth - and soon saliva began to leak out onto his shaft, lubricating it so that it slid ever more smoothly against my skin. He pulled it back further so the saliva coated his helmet, and then rubbed it over my eye socket, coating one eyelid and then the other with a mix of my saliva and his precum. He dropped it back down against my lips and then came the words I'd been waiting for. "Now you may lick at it." So my tongue came out and lapped at him, hard, then even harder as he pulled it back so I could lick at and under his helmet. Occasionally he would take it away from my lips and rub it over my face, my nose, my forehead, all over, but always returning to my lips and tongue. He began to move slowly around towards my front, only a little at a time, all the while with one hand resting on my head, tilting it up or down as he saw fit, and before long he was far enough round for his other hand to rest on my shoulder. Every inch he moved around me was bringing his penis more and more at an angle to my mouth, nearer and nearer to the point where it would point straight into my mouth. He moved the head around now so that I could reach all around it, covering it all over with my saliva. My only thought was please, please, put it into my mouth. Then my prayers were answered. He took a step further round, took my head between his hands and with no further ado buried it straight into my mouth, all the way to the back. When it there got he just stopped and held it there. He didn't move it back and forward, but he did wiggle my head a little from from side to side and move his hips around as he was nestling himself back in. With my mouth filled, I couldn't use my tongue, it was trapped underneath, and my lips were too far apart to make any use of. All I could do was to stay still and passive and let him use me. I felt it swell more as it rose to full stiffness, I felt the heat of it. He stayed still for some time, it seemed some time but I can't be sure. All I could see was the base of his cock and his stomach, I couldn't hear as his hands were over my ears. So it was all up to him, there was nothing I could do, I was totally helpless in all this. That led to a kind of revelation, where I realised that him being in total charge meant that I could offload any fears onto him, give him the responsibility to take care of them, leaving me free to put my complete attention onto pleasuring him. Free from all fears. He began to pull back and push in again slowly, just rocking himself back and forth slightly, pulling his penis out further each time. More and more until he slid back enough for my tongue to press up against him and tease the tender spot just under his helmet. But then he pulled right out and lifted his penis up against his belly, presenting me with his balls. "Lick my balls now." So I concentrated on the front, moving a little from side to side, lapping at them with my tongue. I sucked at them, nuzzled them up and down, anything to please him, until he lowered his penis again and my mouth could make it's way along his shaft, licking every inch of the way, until finally it could close back over his helmet again. From then it picked up dramatically. His grip tightened, he began to fuck steadily in and out, my tongue went berserk every time it could until I felt him swell and heard him grunting above me as grip tightened and his seed burst forth coating the back of my mouth and began to trickle down my throat. I swallowed instinctively, then came another burst and another, swamping over my tongue and filling the bottom of my mouth "Lick me clean now." He lifted his penis and held it in front of me. So I set to work as best I could with no hands, calling up more spit and licking all up the sides and round his helmet as he moved it around in front of me. "Stop," he said. "Close your mouth now." As I did, he tilted my head back again with free hand and used the other to wipe his penis all over my face, leaving streaks of saliva across my cheeks and forehead, using my face as a kind of towel to dry himself on. Then took some tissues and used them to finish drying himself off before folding his bathrobe over and tying the belt, closing himself off from my sight. "Now, take a few moments, then remove all your restraints and put them back on the tray. Take the plugs to the bathroom and wash and dry them thoroughly. Return them to the tray, then go and kneel by the front door and wait for me to release you. This is what you will do every time I finish using you. If you have to be told again it will displease me. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." My mind was kind of numb, but my body was glowing, the taste of his seed burning in my throat. With that he turned and left the room. I didn't move for a while, I just knelt there absorbing what had just passed, feeling the taste of him still in my mouth. At the same time the taste of that and the feeling of his seed being all the way down inside me was sending new waves of satisfaction coursing through my body. I gave a big sigh, then not wanting to displease him again, wondering how long was 'a few moments', I turned my attention to the wrist and ankle cuffs. Unclipping the chains was far simpler than clipping them. Still on my knees I unbuckled both sets of cuffs, then undid the cords holding the buttplug in place pulling them free of the plug itself. Tensing my sphincter hard to keep it in place, I rose to my somewhat shaky feet and stood there for a moment getting my balance, one hand on the desk and one hand round behind me in case the plug suddenly shot out. I didn't want it dropping out onto his floor. The belt got undone and dropped on the tray, then it was time to spread my legs, reach back through them to grasp the base of the plug and draw it out. Again came the feeling of painful stretching as the widest part came through, but as soon as it passed my sphincter clenched and it literally shot out into my hand. When I looked at it it was remarkably clean. I'd almost expected it to be coated with shit, but there was little sign, just a couple of dabs of brown around the tip. I kept it in my hand, picked up the mouth plug and headed for the bathroom. As I passed through the hall all the doors were shut and there was no sound. All at once I got that displacement feeling. What was I doing here, in this place that wasn't where I lived, walking naked holding a buttplug in my hand. How did this happen? I followed all his instructions, washing both plugs thoroughly before returning to the lounge and rearranging all of the items just where they were when I first found them. Then I walked along the hall, knelt by the front door, and waited, hands behind my back, knees apart, head lowered. Was it five minutes, was it two, was it ten? I don't know. Time had little meaning for me, I was just hovering there in a rosy glow, not impatient, not expectant, just waiting. When he returned to release me he was fully dressed again. He took my head between his hands and bending forward kissed the top of my head. "You're a very good boy, that was delightful. I'm very pleased with you." I felt his hand move to the back of my neck as he unlocked the padlock and withdrew the collar. His compliments gave me a warm glow of pleasure deep down inside me, knowing I had pleased him. He snapped the padlock shut locking the collar up again, and then handed it to me. "Get yourself dressed again now and let yourself out. Be back here tomorrow night at eleven." With that he ruffled my hair gently, then walked away down the hall to the lounge, shutting the door behind him leaving me kneeling there holding my collar. I got up and dressed, still lost in a kind of daze. I put the collar back into it's bag, opened the door and left. _____________________________________________________________________ Part Two - REWARD And so the pattern was set. Over the next week I visited him five times, following the same routine each time, eagerly drinking his seed on every visit. He was obviously very turned on by the whole scene as he used my mouth forcefully and came very quickly the first few times. In return this turned me on as it was evidence that I was giving him satisfaction and that his desire for me was strong. In a strange way this supplanted my own need for release. Although I was constantly turned on by these nightly visits I felt little or no frustration, the very act of taking his seed drew my attention away from my own lack of release. Lying in bed each night with my cock stiff and my balls buzzing with energy as the taste of his seed still lingered in my throat I felt only the thrill of anticipation that soon I would go to him again and he would feed me with more of it. My own desire for release came a very poor second, I had no desire to wank, the very idea of masturbating seemed to be becoming an irrelevance. Then came a visit that started out the same but soon things took a very different turn. I entered and stripped as usual, was collared as usual, but when I went into the lounge there were only the two wrist cuffs on the desk. I was slightly puzzled, but put them on and then knelt as usual to wait for him. When he came in he had changed into his bathrobe and was carrying what looked like a spreader bar, a wooden pole about four feet long with metal rings at the centre and each end. "Up" he said. I rose and took position with feet apart and hands behind my back. He came behind me and clipped the centre of the bar to the rear of my collar. "Lift your arms." As I did so he took each wrist in turn and clipped each wrist cuff to the ends of the bar, so my arms were held out on each side of me raised away from my body. "This is to help you to feel held exposed and vulnerable, unable to cover yourself in any way." As he spoke, still standing behind me, he stroked along under each arm to my armpits then down each side of my body to my hips, causing me to gasp and twitch in pleasure. "You've been a very good boy, and I'm very pleased with you. Tonight you will get a reward for pleasing me." With that he pulled at my hips rotating them so that I turned to face him. His hands came up and took hold of my head. He was standing very close, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face though I still kept my eyes lowered. He drew me even closer so our noses were touching then, tilting my head slightly to one side, his tongue came out and he licked across my lips. Then again. I felt the wetness of his saliva around my mouth and my lips parted automatically in response as my tongue came forward to meet his. His hands pulled me tight against him as our lips met and the kiss began, his tongue diving deep into my mouth, taking possession of me as I stood helpless, my arms held out away from my body, powerless to move in response. The kiss went on and on, I could feel and hear his breath on my cheek, his tongue forceful and demanding as it explored every inch of my mouth, pushing my tongue aside almost contemptuously. One hand had moved to the back of my head to hold our mouths welded together as the other moved down and around to grasp my arse cheek tightly, grinding our hips together. My eyes had closed in surrender as the sensations overwhelmed me. I'd never been kissed like this before, never had I felt such strength and passion. When he broke off and pulled slightly back from me we were both panting. My cock was fully erect now, pressed hard against the material of his robe. He tilted my head around as he licked and kissed all over my face, covering it with his saliva. "Now imagine my tongue is my cock. Suck and lick at it as if it's my manhood." I felt his tongue come back to my mouth, sticking out passive and gentle now, waiting for my attention, so I closed my lips around it as I would around his helmet and began to suck on it as my tongue came forward and lapped at it. Slowly he moved it back and forward and the more I lost myself in the sensation the more it seemed to come to resemble his penis. He had hold of both my buttocks now, pulling them up and apart as he kneaded the flesh, then one arm came up and wrapped around my waist, pulling me ever tighter to him until it became hard to breathe. His mouth came to life again as it turned back into a kiss, his tongue pushing mine back into my mouth as they danced together. After what seemed an eternity he broke off. He went behind me, taking me with a hand on each side of my ribcage, drawing me back with him until he sat down on the settee with his legs spread apart pulling me down to sit between them leaning back against him. His hand came to my front and wrapped around my penis. "Now it's time for me to pleasure you. Time to give you your reward. But you don't come until I decide. Understand?" "Yes, sir," I purred, unable to process the delight I was feeling. And so he began, his hand leaving my penis to stand straining upright in it's need as both his hands began to rub and pull and squeeze all over the front of my body. As as they explored he began to murmur in my ear, his mouth so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek, telling me all the things I'd never had anyone say to me before. How I delighted him, how glad he was to have found me, how much I meant to him, how I excited him, how sexy he found my body, how he loved my submissiveness, and loved the way I used my mouth on him, on and on it went as I melted under his touch. He pulled at my nipples, stretching them, stroked my stomach and hips. One hand came up as he slid two fingers into my mouth for me to suck at them as he took the head of my penis between finger and thumb to roll it gently between then until I began to moan gently and writhe against him and the head became slippery with precum. Only to leave it alone again and return to exploring my body, stroking here there and everywhere. "Please sir . . " I gasped as my urgency grew ever stronger. "Please sir what?" he breathed in my ear. "Please sir, make me come." "Not yet, dear boy. You come when I want, not when you want." On and on it went, my need ever greater, his touch ever lighter and more teasing. He had one finger on the underside of my helmet, holding it up against my stomach rolling it almost imperceptibly from side to side, almost enough to make me come, but never enough. I moaned and shuddered against him, feeling the heat of his penis pressing against my back until I was almost out of my mind in lust. "You have to beg me," he breathed. "Oh yes please, I beg you, please sir, make me come, I can't stand it." He chuckled. "Of course you can stand it, it's not your choice. You only come when I decide." And so he carried on teasing me, bringing me almost to the brink and then leaving my penis alone to touch my body again as he murmured yet more sweet talk into my ear before returning to my penis to bring me to the brink again. He held me trapped in this vortex of desire and frustration until I no longer knew who I was or where I was. There seemed no beginning and no end to it. But of course the end did come. One hand moved down to close around my balls and pull them slightly out and away from my body as at last he took my shaft in his other hand. "Now, boy. Now come for your master." With that he squeezed it even tighter and began to pump his hand up and down. The inescapable wave swelled and took hold of me as my orgasm swept inexorably over me. I groaned aloud as my body went rigid and the first spurt sent my sperm far up onto my chest to coat my nipple. Another and then another, less forceful each time as my orgasm spent itself, the last dribbles of sperm falling into my navel making a little pond. I just laid against him, totally spent. He reached up to my nipple and rubbed his finger around it, all slippery with my sperm. Then he gathered some up on his finger and brought it up to my mouth. "Lick it." I obeyed automatically, still lost in euphoria, taking it in and sucking at it. He took his hand down again to my navel to get more of it, enough that it was dripping through his fingers as he brought it back up to my mouth. I took it in greedily, getting the taste of it now. Twice more he repeated it, twice more I welcomed it. Then he pushed me upright. "Off now," he said. "On your knees." I slid forward off the settee onto my knees. He got up and came around in front of me, his robe falling apart, his penis standing out rock hard before me, the head a vivid purple. I knew what do do, I just opened my mouth and fell upon it, taking it in as deep as I could straight away. He rested it there for a few moments and I heard him give a deep groan. Almost immediately he took firm hold of my head, pulling me back away from him before projecting me forwards again to take it right to the back of my mouth. He kept his body still, just used me as a masturbation device as he pushed and pulled me about as he saw fit. A couple of times he pushed me back far enough that just his helmet was left in my mouth and paused there. I automatically began to suck and lick at it until he pulled me back down on it again to resume the back and forward movement. He'd never used me in such a forceful masculine manner and I responded to it with total submission. He was dominating me totally for his pleasure in such a way as he'd never done before. All too soon his hips started moving and he began to hold me still and fuck my mouth, his own orgasm obviously approaching. He paused deep inside me and gave a long low groan of pleasure, his hands now gripping my head like a vice. Then he drew slowly back, pausing for a moment as I heard him give a longer, more drawn out groan culminating as he plunged deep again and held it there as his seed erupted into me. He gave two more low groans as more came, filling my mouth again as soon as I had swallowed. Then all movement ceased. I felt his hands relax on my head and I could hear him panting above me. "My god, that was good," he said softly. He stayed still as his penis began to soften in my mouth. I stayed motionless too, relishing the moment of his release, savouring the feel and taste of his seed in my mouth. Savouring the moment I had been waiting ceaselessly for all the past twenty four hours since he had fed me last. Eventually his hand came down to his penis to run a finger and thumb from the base of his shaft to the tip squeezing every last drop into my waiting mouth. I slowly let his seed drain to the back of my mouth, swallowing small amounts of it at a time, still lost in the moment. Still totally subservient. When he pulled out of my mouth I still licked at him trying to clean him. He moved forward, pulling me to him, my head turned to the side pressed against his abdomen. He held my head there while his other hand stroked my hair. "I meant everything I said back there you know. Every word of it," he said. "You've become very special to me." I didn't hesitate. "Thank you sir. I feel just the same." He stroked my head some more. "That's good then, we both feel the same. Now, I need to sit down. Take off your cuffs and go wait for me by the door," and he turned away and sat back down on the settee, his legs spread wide, his sated penis now dangling limp between them. I obeyed, unfastening the cuffs and putting them back on the tray on the desk before making my way down the hall to kneel and wait for him there. I felt strangely disembodied, as if all the outlines of my body were dissolved, leaving only the aftermath of my orgasm and the taste of his seed in my throat as my entire reality, all lit by the glow of satisfaction from within. Eventually he came, his robe tightly fastened now as he bent over me to remove the collar. "You may get dressed now," he said as he handed me the collar, padlock now securely back in place. He didn't leave this time, but leant against the wall and watched me as I dressed, keeping silent until I was done. "You can have a night off tomorrow. I think you've taken all the seed I have to give tonight, and I need to grow some more. Besides," and he smiled, "I'm busy tomorrow night. I'll see you the day after, be here at nine." "Yes, sir. And thank you sir." This time he opened the door for me to leave and gave me a smile. "Be off with you then. Sweet dreams." I crossed his threshold and stepped back into mundane reality for the next forty eight hours. _____________________________________________________________________ Part Three - THE PLOT THICKENS Although that was already not really the case. True reality for me now was only the time that I spent kneeling naked in front of him being used for his pleasure. The rest of the time was just a kind of limbo waiting to be back there again. But for the moment, that night and into the next day, I felt fully satisfied and complete. No one had ever spoken to me that way before, never shown that much appreciation of my body and my existence, and it left me even more determined to please him, to be a good submissive for him. I was already impatient for the next couple of days to pass and to return to him. Eventually the seemingly endless hours passed and I returned to what was now my real world. When I came naked into his lounge once again the contents of the tray were back as normal. The mouth plug, the buttplug with it's belt and fastenings, wrist and ankle cuffs, they were all there waiting for me. As I performed the ritual of adorning myself with them once again the arousal and expectation doubled in intensity within me. The ritual itself had become a trigger, the pushing in of the buttplug, the putting on of the cuffs, the clipping of them to the ankle cuffs leaving me helpless, each action built up the intensity of my arousal. My penis stiffened and stood out proudly in front of me. The knowledge that I was once again to serve him filled me with a breathless excitement that made me tremble as I knelt there waiting for him. When he entered and came round in front of me he was carrying the same spreader bar he'd used before. His robe was unfastened, his penis tumescent close before me making me salivate involuntarily. He reached over my bowed head to clip the bar to my collar. "Free your hands," he said. I obeyed, and he took each wrist and clipped them to the ends of the bar once again. "I like your arms spread out from your body like this, it makes you completely accessible. The more defenceless you seem the more attractive you look." He obviously meant it as his cock was beginning to rise as it stiffened. "Tonight I want you to concentrate exclusively on the sensation of touch," he went on. He produced a blindfold from his pocket and slipped it over my eyes. I was plunged into total darkness. "Just enjoy the touch and feel of what I'm doing with no other distractions." His voice now came disembodied from somewhere above me as I felt him take my head gently in his hands and pull me forward. His penis rubbed gently around on my face, brushing against my nose and my cheeks as he moved my head about. I longed to put my tongue out and lick at it but the mouth gag kept it firmly restrained. I could feel him stiffening even more into full erection as he rubbed against me. The musky male smell of his groin filled my nostrils and I began to groan in frustration. His hands moved to my shoulders and pushed me slightly away from him and the contact with his penis was gone. His hands left my shoulders and I was left kneeling there in isolation with no contact though I could sense him still close in front of me. I jumped slightly as he ran his fingertips along the underside of my arms, through my armpits and then down on each side of my body, his touch just lightly grazing against my skin. Then they were gone and I waited again. His next touch was sudden and direct on my nipples, seizing upon them to squeeze them tight and pull them forward drawing a groan from me through the plug in my mouth. Another pause before his touch returned to stroke lightly up the inside of my thighs, heading all the way to my groin, making me wait for the seemingly inevitable touch on my cock and balls that never came. And so he went on, with me always waiting for the next touch but never knowing where or when it would come. One time he took the head of my penis between finger and thumb to squeeze and roll it between them until the precum leaked out and made it all slippery under his fingers. For a moment I thought he was going to make me come, but all too soon the fingers were gone again. Then he moved, going round behind me and I felt him lower himself so he was kneeling close behind me. As his arms came round to run over my chest pulling me back against him I felt the warmth of his bare skin against my back. The enforced blindness was taking me off into an other worldly feeling where nothing existed except for his touch and every contact was intensified. His hands worked over my chest, squeezing and rubbing at my nipples and I felt the heat and power of his erection pressing and rubbing against the small of my back as our bodies moved. His touch moved to rub lightly up and down the sides of my body causing me to writhe a little as they tickled against my skin. Curiously I began to sense a strong smell of leather mingling with his smell but I didn't wonder about it, it just served to intensify my response driving me ever further into a deeper sense of utter depravity. I just thought maybe my passion was heating up the collar around my neck. Now one of his hands descended to wrap around my genitals encircling them with his fingers and thumb pulling them gently forwards away from my body as the other came up under my arm to my mouth and took hold of the mouth plug pulling it out and I heard the gentle thud as he dropped it to the floor. His thumb pressed under my chin as two fingers slid into my mouth to seize my jaw in his grip. The fingers moved in and out in a gentle fucking motion. My groans grew stronger, muffled by his fingers as I felt saliva begin to drool from my mouth and be spread around my chin. They intensified again as his other hand released my genitals and moved to stroke the shaft of my now almost painfully erect penis for just a few moments before changing his grip to enclose my ball sac and pull it down and away from me. I no longer knew who I was or where I was, every atom of my being focussed on his touch and the way he was setting my senses on fire. Then his fingers slid out of my mouth, his grip left my balls and for a few moments I was again left poised alone in my darkness before both his hands came on each side of my head to take hold of it, tilting it slightly forward. I licked my lips then closed them to swallow the mass of saliva that filled my mouth. The smell of leather was stronger now, adding to my arousal. There was a pause as he held me fixed there, his grip tightening to hold my head still. I waited, immobile, feeling the air on the exposed front of my body. All of a sudden something warm and soft touched my cheek and moved slowly across my lips from one side to the other. A short pause, and then it brushed back across the other way. My lips automatically parted. It returned, but this time it stopped in front of me, moved a little from side to side before pressing forward so that my lips closed around it. My tongue moved out and licked at it and it pressed forward again so my lips parted around it. It was the unmistakeable shape of the head of a penis, hot against my flesh. Sir's hands held me immobile, my mind reeled as the penis began to move forward slowly sliding into me. I had no thought, only the instinctive reaction to begin to suckle and lick at it as it advanced. I didn't question, I didn't wonder whose it was, in the heat of my passion it was simply a penis and therefore it belonged in my mouth. It was just another part of this whole experience and as such I welcomed it wholeheartedly as it slid forward filling my mouth all the way to the back. It rested there for a moment, then withdrew until only the head was left in my mouth before it slowly slid back in again. Then out and in again. In and out it went in a slow fucking motion. It certainly wasn't Sir's. How could it be, Sir was still behind me. The shaft itself was a bit thinner than Sir's, it didn't stretch my mouth as wide, and it didn't have the same mushroom head, so it eased it's way smoothly in and out through my lips like a snake. For a brief second I remembered Sir's voice from weeks before. 'Cock is what you will want and in your mouth is where you will want it.' It was certainly a cock, so in my mouth was where I wanted it. I ceased to care whose cock it was. I didn't care that it was a slightly different shape, I just sucked as well as I could on it as it withdrew, and began to use my tongue and lips to pleasure it whenever I got the chance. It not only filled my mouth, it seemed that it filled my entire being and the only thought left in my existence was to attend to it and please it. I felt Sir's hands relax and begin to slide down releasing my head. But even as they did they were replaced by another pair of hands coming from above to take hold of my head again, cool firm hands that held me even more tightly fixed than Sir's had. They moved my head now a little, moving me onto him as he advanced and back as he retreated as if it were me fellating him at the same time as he slowly fucked me. Sir's hands reached round again and moved down to my chest to grasp my nipples and pull and push at them in time with the hands that moved my head. It felt like they were moving together to use me as a living masturbatory device for this new master's pleasure and I was lost in the sense of abject submission that swept over me. All of a sudden hands moved on my head and the blindfold was swept up and off. I blinked as the sudden rush of light blinded me again. As my vision cleared I saw the shaft of the penis as it moved below my nose and beyond it a mass of greying pubic hair below a flat lightly tanned abdomen encircled by a broad black belt holding up a pair of leather chaps. The vision stunned me. This combination of leather belt and leather covered legs framing bare aroused genitals had always struck me as the epitome of a master in pictures I'd seen. Having it so suddenly and intimately revealed right in front of my eyes filled me with a kind of awe. The tightness of his grip on my head, the remorseless motion of his penis in my mouth combined with the lean tightness of his body and the smell of his leathers roused a shiver of fear in me but it was nothing compared with the arousal that flowed through me at the sight. This was the stern and powerful master I'd always pictured in my mind. Sir was most certainly my master, but he was a kind and friendly master that I knew with a soft belly that I liked to rest my head against. This unknown stranger who was using my mouth so freely was another matter entirely. His lean and fit looking body perfectly fitted my vision of how a master should look, matching many of the porn pictures I'd looked at, always with a slight shudder of fear as it had always struck me as the epitome of a stern and ruthless master. Now here was such a one, inescapably real before me as the remorseless motion of his penis in my mouth continued unabated. More than that I could not see with my head held fixed tilted slightly forward in his hands. Such was the power of the sight that I was frightened to even try to raise my eyes. But then his hands began to tilt my head up, and my eyes travelled over his flat belly up to a chest lightly covered with hair bearing prominent nipples. My eyes stopped at this point as even though he continued to tilt my head up I remembered Sir telling me that the submissive's eyes should remain lowered and I was wary of annoying this new dominant who seemed every inch the master and whose penis continued to move in and out of my mouth. But then his voice came, firm and direct. "Look at me!" I raised my eyes to his. It was Gordon, Gordon from the restaurant. Of course it was. Gordon looking down at me with an amused twist to his mouth. "Well, well young man, so we meet again." He gave a slight smile as he paused. "Are you pleased to see me?" As he finished speaking he withdrew his cock from my mouth. "Yes, sir," I said. panting slightly. Even as the word 'sir' left my lips his cock slid back into my mouth to resume the slow fucking movement as his eyes held mine. "But this time you are in your proper place. Where we both know you belong. On your knees serving a superior man." This time he didn't pull out of my mouth for an answer but simply continued to work his penis in and out of my mouth as he studied me from above, his eyes holding mine with an unrelenting gaze that penetrated right to the centre of my being. I felt like an insect skewered and on display. He left a long pause before he spoke again. "Naked and collared down there before me, like the true submissive you are." Another long pause as he continued to work my mouth, his penis hard and hot now. Sometimes he paused with only it's head left in my mouth and my tongue would seize enthusiastically on it to lick and rub as I sucked at it until once again it moved forward trapping my tongue under it as it filled me once more. "Your mouth filled with your master's manhood." It's hard to describe the feelings coursing through me as I looked up at him, His total assuredness of his status and his power radiated out swamping any resistance I might have had. A complete master. Sir was indeed my master, but he had befriended me and then led me into becoming my master over time. I knew him apart from sexually, and so he was still part friend. Gordon was different. I did not know him, indeed I knew almost nothing about him yet I could tell instinctively that this was a master who lived in a world where his blatant sexual dominance was simply the true state of things. I had now come into that world. His world. And he knew I was a submissive. So that gave him automatic right over me simply by the fact of our existence. He didn't need me to agree, or get to know me, or request my permission, he simply knew I would obey him automatically, because that was my place in this sexual order of things. The way he was dominating me effortlessly right now, for him that was simply the undeniable reality of things. Even though we were both strangers he knew he could exert his will over me and that I could muster no resistance. I felt a palpable sense of fear at the power this might give to him over me, yet the sexual response his treatment aroused in me vastly overwhelmed it. I could feel my penis standing out hard and proud into the empty space before me, even when untouched and ignored as it was. I guess I just loved the fact that this seemingly powerful man was giving me his attention, and that made me desperate to please him, to not prove to be a waste of his time. "Willingly surrendering your body to your superiors." Again his voice interrupted my thoughts. All the while I could feel sir's hands moving on my body, pulling me back against him. I felt the warmth of his bare skin pressing against my back, his hard cock vertical in the cleft above my buttocks, felt it twitch and swell every so often. I knew this was where he wanted me to be, that he had brought it about, and the mere fact of his physical presence behind me helped me to relax and just go along with what was happening as fearlessly as I could muster. "This is where you belong isn't it?" Again his voice shattered my thoughts. This time he pulled out, and my hurried "Yes sir" in response had barely left my lips before his penis buried itself again. There was a pause as he continued to thrust his shaft slowly back and forth in my mouth transfixing me with his gaze. Then he spoke again. "On your knees before your master." He withdrew again. "Yes sir." Once again his penis filled my mouth even as I said the word 'sir', and once more it probed it's way deep into my mouth and then out in it's regular motion. Five, six times it came and went before he spoke again. "Of course it is, this is what you were made for, isn't it." "Yes sir" "Worshipping the phallus of a real man, feeling it deep in your mouth" "Yes, sir." While to anyone listening from outside it might have sounded as if he was denigrating me, demeaning me by laying bare my subservience to him in this way, all I heard was him simply stating the facts that we both knew to be true. This was indeed what I was made for, to be down here on my knees before him, his cock deep in my mouth. It was my place in life, it was where my sexual satisfaction lay, and it sent a thrill through me to hear him state it aloud in such a matter of fact way. "And you want to receive my seed don't you?" "Yes sir." "Then ask me for it, ask me properly." "Please sir, I want you to fill me with your seed." I sounded needy even to myself as the words came out. He smiled. "All in good time. Now lower your eyes and concentrate on pleasuring me." He tipped my head down as his cock worked it's way in and out of my mouth, a little faster now. My eyes fixed on his flat abdomen as it moved toward and away from me. I had a sudden longing to be allowed to nuzzle at his skin and lick it. He didn't go so deep now, and every so often paused with only his helmet in my mouth giving me the room to use my tongue freely, lapping around his manhood and pushing against it in an effort to please him. All too soon he released my head and reached down with one hand to take hold of the chain close to my collar as he continued his long slow thrusting deep into my mouth before pulling his cock clear of my mouth. "Open wide. Put out your tongue." I obeyed and stuck it out as far as it would go. He took his cock in the other hand to lay it's underside on my tongue and rub it back and forth over it, just touching my upper lip with his smooth helmet. It was very erotic, and full of suspense as I knew soon it would plunge deep inside me again but I had no control over when. Looking across at Sir he spoke to him. "Pull tight on his nipples Richard. Leave him in no doubt who is in control here." Sir did as asked, squeezing them tighter and pulling them away from my body. I groaned aloud as he did so though such was my arousal that it was more a response to the intense sensation rather than to a feeling of pain. "Do you want me back in your mouth boy?" Gordon asked, turning his attention back to me. "Yes, sir." "Then ask me nicely and I just might." "Please sir, let me have your cock in my mouth again." With that he pulled tight on the chain and plunged his cock back in hard all the way to push at the entrance to my throat making me choke, then pulled out again. Two, three, four times he slowly and forcibly repeated the thrust leaving me gasping and spluttering, my nipples on fire under Sir's assault. "Tongue out!" he said sternly. Trying desperately to get my breath, I stuck my tongue back out and once again he took his penis in hand to rub it's head around on it, cupping one hand under my chin as he did so to tilt my head back so my tongue formed a bed for it to rest on. "That's nice," he said after a while. "And do you still want it in your mouth now?" "Yes, sir, please." I was so turned on I didn't care about the discomfort. "Good boy, soon we'll teach you to take it all easily," he said and slid the head back in. "Soon we'll teach you many things. Now suck on it, use your tongue, try and pull it back in." I sucked at it, grateful for it becoming pleasure again. "Suck harder! Don't do it like a girl, do it properly!" he said fiercely. So I tightened my lips around it and sucked as hard as I could while massaging it with my tongue as best as I could, desperate to please him. "Ah, yes, that's more like it," and he took hold of his shaft again to move the head from side to side, holding me tightly with the chain as I sucked with all my might, making slurping sounds as air leaked past his glans as it moved. His other hand rested on top of my head making me aware of his total control. Slowly his movements changed back to an in and out motion again, still keeping just the head enclosed in my mouth. "Ah yes, that's nice, be a good boy for your master." His voice was slightly strained now, intense. He dropped the chain and his hands came back to hold my head again as he began to dive ever deeper each time. I could feel his penis swell and stiffen yet more, rock hard and burning hot now, heard his breath hiss between his teeth and knew he was about to come. I pressed my tongue up hard under his shaft. He held me tighter and plunged deep all the way to the back. "Aaaaahhhh yeeesssss," he hissed as the first wave of his seed hit the entrance to my throat causing me to choke and splutter anew. "Yesss, that's it. Take my seed, little slut, take it all." He pulled back out of my mouth, then in again, not so far this time, as the second burst and then the third filled the back of my mouth. It was hot and thick, and had a stronger taste than Sir's, more pungent and fiery. I coughed and swallowed and spluttered, some of his seed going back up into my nose to block it. His grip loosened and I heard him panting up above me. I felt totally possessed and used and wonderful. He stayed in my mouth only for a short time as the rigidity left his penis and I felt it soften in my mouth, then he pulled it out, taking hold of his shaft to wipe the mixture of semen and saliva that coated it all over my face as his breath returned to normal. "Thank you Richard, "he said. "That was very enjoyable." Then abruptly and with no acknowledgement of my part he was gone, but I got little respite. Sir got up and came round in front of me to take his place, his cock rigid in front of him as he took his turn to take hold of my head and impale me on his cock. I welcomed the familiar shape of his helmet as it moved into my mouth, tightening my lips behind it, trying to capture it in my mouth. He was evidently very aroused by what he'd just witnessed as he fucked his way urgently over my tongue into the depths of my mouth and it seemed no time at all before he too came in me giving me my second dose of male seed to mingle with the remnants of Gordon's. He lingered longer in me once he'd come, letting his erection die away as he softened in my mouth, cradling my head against his belly. Eventually he pulled out. "Well done," he said. "I'm very proud of you. Now clean yourself up and go wait for me by the door. * * * * * * * * That night as I lay in bed with the sexual energy still flowing throughout my body, two thoughts swirled around each other in my head in a constant stream. They dispelled any other thought or consideration, making my body twitch and the adrenalin surge in my veins. Along with a slight sense of fear of the unknown that flowed within it that strangely enough seemed to feed into the sexual energy and enhance it. I now had two masters. And I knew there was no way I could resist either of them. All comments and suggestions are welcome at john_pearce321@yahoo.com Many thanks to everyone who has commented on the story so far!