Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2023 16:49:27 +0000 (UTC) From: John Pearce Subject: Erotic Domination-8 Thanks to Nifty. Please contribute so that we can all continue to enjoy this great archive of stories. Sincere apologies for the excessive length of time this chapter has taken. After all this time you may well need to reread the earlier chapters to remember where the last one ended! __________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER EIGHT - THE SURRENDERING OF MASCULINITY - SIR CEMENTS HIS MASTERY Part One: ANTICIPATION As the days passed before I was due to see Sir again I felt as if I was in the eye of a hurricane. My mind was calm, my body was relaxed, yet I was acutely aware of the storm that still raged both behind and in front of me. The storm that lay behind me was my experience with Master Gordon. Looking back to that was like trying to remember the details of a firework display. It was burned into my mind, not so much as a sequence of different events but as the merging of all I had experienced there into a fiery whole that had had a profound affect on me. Master Gordon's manner of sternness combined with his self confidence had given him a power and authority that had taken me to a deeper level of submissiveness than anything I'd experienced before. My whole being had dissolved before him in such a way that I was not capable of anything other than complete unquestioning obedience. Overriding even all that was the memory of the way he had brought me to a new and overwhelming kind of orgasm with just his finger in my arse. The complete unexpectedness of that coupled with the eroticism of the sensations that had swept through me had left my mind struggling to catch up. My body most definitely wanted more and his parting words had most certainly promised more. "The submissive's path to pleasure comes through its pussy not its clitoris" he had said, and the hunger for more was now alive and well, lurking in the very depths of my being. That only added to the turbulence that still faced me. Sir's letter had told me that the moment for me decide whether or not I was prepared to fully commit myself to him as my Master was now imminent. It was to be this coming Thursday, at sometime after 6pm. All I knew was that he regarded it as a serious step, not a frivolous one and that it involved my swearing of loyalty to him. 'For a few weeks I will act as your Master' he had said, a while ago now. And so he had. But he had been very specific that it was in no way a request from him that I should visit Master Gordon, it was a direct order from him as my Master. An order that I had no right to question. Soon I would see Sir again after the longest time we had been apart since the beginning, now nearly three whole weeks. I felt a little guilty, as I realised that I had hardly thought of him all the while I was under Master Gordon's control. There was no question in my mind that I wanted him as my Master, but even so there were still flickers of apprehension. I just felt that with everything going as well as it was that I didn't really want anything to change. Would he change? Would he be more demanding of me, harder even, and if so how? How would I respond to the changes if he did? What would I do if I didn't enjoy the changes? These thoughts rolled around in my head at a low level, the uncertainty coming from the fact that I had no way of resolving them. I would just have to wait and see. So I did. It was a strange few days as the days seemed to pass very slowly yet also very rapidly at the same time. I tried, and at times succeeded in seeing my nervousness as anticipation rather than uncertainty as Sir had suggested. But even so it had swelled to an emotional peak when I arrived at his door a few minutes before six on that Thursday, my stomach churning and my breath restricted at the imminence of stepping into yet another unknown. Yet my finger did not shake a few minutes later as I reached out to ring the bell. There was a short pause before I heard the sound of the latch and the door swung open. And there he was, smiling at me as he drew the door back. "Hello, welcome," he said, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Come on in!" As I stepped past, a mumbled 'Hello, thank you' catching in the tightness of my throat, he turned away to shut the door behind me. He turned back to face me. "It's so good to see you again," he said and spread his arms out wide in invitation. "Come here." As I automatically stepped toward him and felt his arms wrap around me drawing me close to him all the nervousness just fell away. Of course it was all fine. This was him. This was Sir, so of course I had nothing to fear. Instinctively I put my arms around him and squeezed him in response, dimly realising that my arms and hands had never touched his body before. He felt big and strong and mighty. His hands stroked my back soothingly in silence for a while, I felt the warmth of his breath on my ear. Then one arm tightened around my waist as his other hand came to push at my shoulder to bend me back away from him so we were face to face in a tight embrace. And then he kissed me. Not in his normal urgent masculine way, but gently, sensually, even lovingly. And for a long time. My eyes were closed, I simply revelled in the sensation, all care and worry draining out of me as he took full possession of me once again. His tongue was slippery and teasing, not so male and urgent, and I licked mine back at him. It was more similar to the kiss I'd had with Adrian than any I'd had from him in the past. Eventually our lips parted as his grip on my waist eased and he moved away from me. I opened my eyes to see his smile and smiled back at him. "Well now," he said. "You're still all in one piece then?" "Oh yes, absolutely." My arms had dropped to my sides and I held up the bag with my collar in to him. He took it and dropped it onto the side table. "Time for that later. We should have a chat just as friends before anything else. So come through and I'll get you a coffee." With that he turned and headed up the hall. I followed him into the kitchen and he sat me down on one of the stools before turning away to get cups and fiddle with the coffee machine. I just sat there watching him, feeling light and airy and free. I was back where I belonged. Back with the man I belonged to. _______________________________________________________________________________ Part Two: SWEARING OF LOYALTY "Well then," he said as he came across with two mugs of coffee to put them on the counter before perching himself on the stool next to me. He smiled at me and asked me how my everyday life been going and so we chatted about this and that for a while. He led the conversation, he always did, and so it wasn't long before Master Gordon came up. "I want you to know that I gave my consent to everything that has happened to you since we last met. Gordon and I discussed it. I wanted to test both the genuineness of your submissive nature as well as the depth of it. It seems from the outside that you took it all in your stride. But I what want to know now is how it was on the inside for you." So he didn't want to know all the ins and outs of what had happened, I realised that he already knew that only too well. It was more my thoughts and feelings that he was interested in. He basically wanted to know whether I had been upset by or fearful of anything I'd experienced with Master Gordon, as well as what had turned me on and how much. And the more he asked me about it the more I could only smile and give positive answers saying that for me the whole thing had been like a wild and exciting sensual roller coaster ride. When he asked me what the most difficult moment was I knew at once that it was bringing myself to knock on the door of the restaurant at exactly the designated time. That panicky feeling of almost nauseating expectation coupled with the fear of the unknown. The shuttered windows giving off the idea of a different unknown world within. The sudden desire to run away. He asked if I become fearful at all, I told him that I had has a few dodgy moments such as when Master Gordon had begun to restrain me on the plinth, but as soon as I remembered how he had told me that I could trust Master Gordon in the same way I trusted him any fear drained away almost immediately. He seemed very moved by this, and reached out to stroke my face. "Thank you for your trust in me," he said. "I really appreciate it." He kissed me on the lips and then sat back upright again. And to his question about embarrassment, I said it was the moment of being ordered to strip in full view of people I'd never met. How lucky I felt that my role demanded the lowering of my eyes so I never had to look at them, to accept them into my reality. But the odd thing was that after having been both spanked and buttplugged in full view of them, by the time Master Gordon led me past them on my hands and knees, plug and cage fully on view, I knew beyond any possible doubt that this was somewhere where I belonged and was pleased, almost proud for them to see me there in my proper place playing my rightful part. And I realised that the roles Sir and I enjoyed were not just played by us in his flat, but among a wider group of people. Demonstrating my submissiveness publicly as it were had added a whole new depth of satisfaction and arousal to it along with an awareness of the new possibilities that came with it. And when he brought up the orgasm I'd had from Master Gordon's finger I did the best I could to describe what a revelation it had been, but that the feelings were still all so new that any attempt to describe it was completely inadequate. All I could honestly say was that it had been indescribable. This brought a smile from him. "That's excellent," he said. "For that was a very important moment. It was the first time that you have been brought to orgasm under the complete control of a Master. Your personal desires play no part in it and only a Master can determine how and when it will take place. It renders your penis completely irrelevant. Slaves need to have their fluid drained out regularly, as it is beneficial to their health. We call it milking, and it is a feeling that you will grow increasingly accustomed to." He paused for a while looking steadily into my eyes. His gaze bored deeply into me as I felt the depths of my being unfold and surrender itself to him. "So then," he said. "It seems that everything is fine, so let's get to the point of why you're here. As you know, for the past weeks I've been acting as your Master and now you have had a taste of what having a Master means. I said that after those weeks it would be time for you to decide whether you wanted to fully take me as your Master. And now that time has come, as I'm sure you are only too aware. "One thing that I should state very clearly from the start is that everything I am about to say about dedicating yourself to me as your Master relates to your sexual life and the time you spend with me, and that alone. You will remain free to continue all the other aspects of your life, work, social, hobbies, whatever, in any way you wish. There will be obligations you will have to me when we are not together but nothing that would interfere with your normal life. Apart from those things your everyday life will remain yours to do as you want with. What I have to say relates only to your future sexual and sensual life. "I have to spell out some things to you before we go any further. So please, if you will, for a while just let me speak and only break any silence yourself in response to any questions I might have for you. Is that ok?" "Yes, of course." A sudden thrill ran through me at this first implied suggestion of his mastery. "Ok, thanks." He paused for a moment. "So . . thus far you have been voluntarily following my guidance in exploring your sexuality. As far as I can tell you have been doing this willingly and enjoying the sensations it brings. I am more than happy to say that having you in my life has brought me a sense of sexual satisfaction greater than anything that I have previously experienced. I am naturally hopeful that you feel the same." He paused for a few moments here, his gaze steady and unflinching before continuing. I felt a warm flush spread throughout my body on hearing him express his satisfaction with me so openly. "So tell me, is that the case? Do you feel the same?" "Oh yes," I said. "I want you in my life more than anything. I can't imagine being without you." "Good," he said, a broad smile spreading across his face. "We have played our roles for long enough now for me to feel that you are ready to acknowledge my complete mastery over both your sensual and your sexual life. If that is true, then the time has come for us to make our relationship a permanent one. For that is what my becoming your Master will entail. You will swear to honour and obey me for the foreseeable future, and I in my turn will swear to love and cherish you. Is that what you want?" "Oh yes, absolutely. I can't wait." The words fell out of my mouth with no hesitation, it was just what I'd been hoping to hear. His smile broadened, and I could not help smiling back at him. "That's excellent," he said. "It's a big step you understand though, not just a whim. In many ways it's our equivalent of saying we wish to make a kind of marriage, where both of us declare that we want to share our sexual lives on a permanent basis. In practice it won't make a lot of difference, but where before you have been following my guidance, from now on that guidance will become rules that you will be expected to follow. And you will know that I will punish you should you fail to do so. Though I don't expect that to be an issue as you've always followed my instructions willingly so far. "From the moment we swear our vows to each other, our relationship will be formalised as that of a Master and his slave. Of course you won't actually be my slave, I won't really own you, how could I? But the games we play are after all a form of sexual theatre where we both get to act out the parts that suit us best and give us the most satisfaction. So I will writing and directing the play and your part will be to learn your lines and follow my script, shall we say?" He smiled, then went on. "To be honest with you I'm not particularly fond of the word slave. Slave has many unpleasant associations from the past. For me something along the lines of 'obedient servant' would be more suitable, but that's a bit of a mouthful. Slave is much easier to say and it is what is generally used in our group to describe submissives so you need to get used to hearing yourself described in that way." He paused for a moment. "Another thing," he said. "From the moment you swear allegiance to me as your Master, you relinquish utterly all rights to regard yourself or your body as sexually masculine in any way whatsoever. After all, masculinity itself is what would prevent any proper man from willingly enslaving himself to another man in the way you are about to. So you can no longer be addressed or referred to as male. And the same goes for your body. And when we take the male out of the equation we are only left with female terms. I'm sure that you understand the kind of thing I mean from your experience with Master Gordon. Is that true?" "Yes." "And did you object to his use of these terms?" "No. To be honest, in some way it felt strangely appropriate. And earlier I remember him saying a Master would use any terms he wished in referring to a slave, so I just thought, ok, if that's what he wants then it must be up to me to just accept it." "Good. The way that the Masters in our group will generally refer to you will be as a slave with a clit and a pussy. And so will I now. Being another man's slave emasculates you entirely, making even a simple 'good boy' far too masculine a term for you any more. After all, boys grow up to become men don't they, but you didn't. You were never even a proper boy really. You were born a submissive and submissives never grow up to become men. By taking me as your Master you are openly acknowledging your acceptance of your submissive status so it will not be correct for me to call you 'good boy' any more. So from now on when you have pleased me it will be 'good girl' instead. Are you happy to accept this?" "Yes, Sir. Of course I will." I had already found that being referred to as good girl had given me a certain extra thrill each time I had heard it, so there was no hesitation. The borderline between our being friends and my subordination to him was beginning to blur now with every word he said so it was all to easy for the word Sir to slip unthought of from my lips. "Despite what you may think, all this is in no way an attempt to turn you into some kind of female. It is just a tool to help you cast off any remaining thought of yourself as being a male. A slave can not be regarded as being male in any way, so it is necessary for you to learn to stop thinking of yourself as such. Being referred to exclusively in female terms will help this along. It will encourage you to rid yourself of any long held ideas of yourself as male that still remain. I don't think you have realised it yet but the way you move your body has steadily become more feminine when you are naked. I must say that I like it, it makes you very sexy. He paused and looked at me. I could feel my cheeks reddening. "You're blushing!" He said and laughed. "Why's that?" "Well," I mumbled. "No-one's ever called me sexy before." He leant toward me, tilted my head back with one hand under my chin, and kissed me. "Well you are sexy. Bloody sexy. I can get hard just thinking of you." My brain reeled. I couldn't take it in. It was something I'd always longed to hear, but never had anyone paid me this kind of compliment. He took his hand from under my chin and sat back, still smiling at me. Then his face became more serious. "There is one more thing, one last important thing you should know." He left a pause before he spoke again. "From the moment I become your Master you will never touch your own penis again. Ever. It will belong to me exclusively, and the only right to it that you will have left will be to pee through it. And you will only ever see it again when I choose to remove its cover." He paused again to let that sink in. "Are you horrified by that prospect?" "No, Sir" I said. "Really it's not that different to how it's been for a long time now, is it. And to be honest, since Master Gordon caged it I've almost stopped being aware that it's even there. And I've hardly touched it since I met you anyway." I was mildly surprised to realise how little significance my own penis had for me at this point. But then I hadn't masturbated for months now, not since I had met Sir anyway, so it paled into insignificance when set against the importance of what was happened right now. "Good," he went on. "For a slave has no use for a penis. Once you become a slave what you have between your legs will no longer function in any way as a penis. It becomes simply a very sensitive spot that your Masters can use to stimulate you if and when they so choose. Therefore its function will change from a penis to that of a clitoris. No longer will its nub constantly excite itself by rubbing against your clothing and bedclothes, it will be kept hidden securely away from all stimulation. So that is how it will be treated and referred to from now on. Given time that is also how you will come to think of it in your own mind. Only I will decide when and where it will be revealed. And only I will decide when and how you will receive any pleasure from it. "After all, throughout your entire previous life viewing yourself as having a penis has brought you very little benefit and much frustration, has it not? What is required of you now is to forget all about your own penis and concentrate on being given the honour of getting up close to and satisfying the penises of your Masters instead. Your fascination now should be with learning how best you can use your mouth to give your Masters the most pleasure that you possibly can. Worship of the phallus of its superiors is the deepest desire of the true submissive." He paused and looked at me for a moment before going on. "Somehow I don't think you'll find that very difficult will you?" He smiled. "Something tells me that you are already well aware of that, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir" I said, blushing a little. "In fact I think I'm probably already there." He laughed. "It certainly looks that way. That look of helpless desire that comes over you whenever you see my cock is very appealing." I blushed even more at the thought that my desires were so apparent to him. "But whatever we may call what it is that you carry between your legs, you can rest assured that I will be taking good care of it. It will still come out regularly and get appropriate exercise to ensure that it stays in good working order." He paused for a while, just sitting there smiling at me. A huge wave of excitement and fulfilment had risen inside me as he was speaking, knowing that I was now moments away from taking the final step to complete surrender to him. And when he spoke again my answer was preordained, inevitable. "So then" he began. "Bearing in mind all that I have just said, and with all that you already know, I will ask you one last time whether you are ready to swear your loyalty to me as your Master. Are you willing to permanently surrender complete control over your sexual life to me? And are you willing to obey my instructions at all times without question?" "Yes, Sir, I'm ready, and I will. It's all that I want." The words fell out of my mouth, and his smile broadened as I said it. "And would you like us to take that step, now, at this very moment?" "Yes, absolutely." "Good. Then there is a short ritual we will perform. Much like it is with a marriage, but in this case it is to celebrate our sexual union. And in its way as significant. With it we will acknowledge that our union as as Master and slave is to be a permanent one. It is to be no passing fancy. But we will remain equals and friends in all other aspects of our lives. Will you be able to adjust to that?" "Yes of course. I respond to you in the same way whether we are having sex or not. It's just that when we're having sex I like having you tell me what do. He laughed as I said it. "That's a perfect summary. So then, we can begin." He stood up to face me, motioning me to do the same. I rose to face him. "There are a few more things that I need to go through with you before we go any further. As I have just said, we will be moving from a situation where we are exploring things together into one which has a much clearly defined structure of rules and expected behaviour. Most of these you are already aware of and abide by, but I want to spell out exactly what my expectations of you will be once I have become your Master. You will kneel now and lower your eyes as I tell you how it will be." I instantly dropped to my knees in front of him. He began to speak. "It is perfectly natural for you to regard me as your sexual superior in every way, for you recognise instinctively that is what I am. As a submissive your basic nature is to follow rather than to lead when faced with anyone of a more dominant nature. My basic nature demands that you serve me and satisfy my sexual needs so that is what you will do. You are simply following your own nature in doing so. "As your Master I will have complete control of your sexual life. Your only sexual experiences will be those that I determine. You will have sex only when, where and with whom it may please me for you to do so. And only then. Any sexual activity outside of my control is unforgivable and will not be tolerated. This is why I have compared our union to something approaching a marriage. Should you be unfaithful to me I will immediately cease to be your Master and you will have to go back to trying to organise your own sex life. "You will be expected to follow my directions at all times, not only physically but also internally regarding how I wish you to view your own self. I expect you to not simply play at being my slave, but to actively train your own mind to mould yourself to be the slave that I desire you to be. You will desire the things that I want you to desire simply because by doing so you will know that you are pleasing me. And that will satisfy your needs in return. "You will come to regard your body, this body that you have spent your whole life thinking of as your own, as no longer yours in any meaningful way. As my slave your body will belong to me and in your mind that is how you will come to see it. It will be your Master's body, not yours any more. And so you will touch it only in certain specified ways just as you would with any of my other possessions that you had access to, I'm sure. "All that you have learnt so far will still apply of course. You will only speak when spoken to and then only with a simple Yes Sir or No Sir. Your eyes will remain lowered at all times unless you are instructed otherwise. You will be naked at all times in my presence unless instructed otherwise. All those things still apply, only now they are no longer requests that I make of you, they are requirements that I expect you to obey. "Should you disobey me or otherwise disappoint me you will expect to be punished. Any punishment may or may not necessarily be physical. For example, banishment from my presence for a fixed period would I'm sure be more effective than any physical punishment. "And last, but by no means least, your needs will continue to be taken care of, just as they always have." There was a long pause. My mind was in a whirl, trying to take in and remember all he had said even as my body stirred in excitement, loving every word of it. He held out his hands to me. "Take my hands." I reached up and he took them, my left hand in his right and my right in his left. "So then. Tell me whether or not you agree to abide by all of this?" Even in my confusion I had no doubt. "Yes, Sir. I agree." "Look me in the eyes now." I raised my eyes to his. "Do you swear to honour and obey me as your Master from this moment on?" "Yes, Sir." "Then repeat it back to me." "I swear to honour and obey you as my Master from this moment on, Sir." I was getting lost in the tenderness of his gaze even as I spoke. His reply was as gentle as his gaze. "And do you swear to be completely faithful to me and me alone?" "I swear to be completely faithful to you and you alone, Sir." "Good. And for my part I swear to love and cherish you as my slave from this moment on. Say that too for me just to be sure you understand." "You swear to love and cherish me as your slave from this moment on, Sir" I almost swooned as his words sank in. "Indeed I do," he said. "In every way possible. And now I have a gift for you." With that he reached into his pocket to bring out a light chain that he dangled in front of me, holding it at each end. It was of gold, and in the centre it had a small flat oblong disc that carried what appeared to be a kind of art deco pattern on it. "You will wear this around your neck as a symbol of our union as a permanent reminder of your status. I have had it engraved on the back for you." He turned the disc over in his his hand and I could see markings on the back, but it was too small for me to read. "You'll need this to read it," he said with a smile and handed me a magnifying glass. I took it and the marking sprung out in sharp focus. In two lines of small print it said "Property of Master Richard." "From now on every time you look in a mirror and see this it will remind you that you are now subject to me as your Master. It will act as a permanent version of your collar, only this will be one that you will wear at all times, not just when you are with me. It's my version of a wedding ring you might say." He smiled, then paused slightly as I continued to stare at it. "Do I have your agreement?" I didn't really pause. "Yes Sir. Thank you." "That's a good girl," he said and just as with Master Gordon I felt a little thrill of pleasure at the term. He smiled as I looked up at him. "But there is one further thing." He held the two ends of the chain up before me. One end had a tiny protruding stud on it, the other a matching hole for the stud to go into. I could see they would make a neat little lozenge shape when put together. "This is a one time only fitment. Once it is closed it will not come apart again, so once it is around your neck you will have to wear it permanently. The chain is too short to come off over your head so it will remain there for as long as our relationship exists. The only way to remove it will be to cut or break the chain, and the doing of that will signify the end of our relationship." He paused again, looking steadily at me. "But you must enslave yourself. You must lock it around your neck of your own free will. Will you do that for me?" I was struck by the momentous nature of what was taking place but did not hesitate in my reply. "Yes, Sir," I said. "Of course I will." "Very good," he said, holding out the two ends to me with a smile. "Just make sure you put it this way round so the inscription is on the back!" I took it from him, my hands shook a little and I fumbled as I reached the two ends up around behind my neck to fit them together but my resolve never varied. As I matched up the two ends I paused, still looking straight at him and then I pushed the ends together. There was a little click as the two ends met and it was done. He drew me to my feet before him and took my head between his hands, one to each side. "Thank you for your trust in me. So now it must be time for me to kiss the bride." His lips met mine to share another long and gentle kiss. Not hard and passionate, but soft and loving just as he had kissed me when I first arrived. My eyes closed and I lost myself in the whole sensation of the moment, my hands now hanging limply at my sides, not daring to even think about touching him again. His tongue stroked against mine, and I licked back at him. I don't know how long it went on, it could have been minutes as I lost all track of time. Then suddenly his grip on my head tightened and his passion exploded. He bit and chewed at my lips as if wanting to devour them as his tongue, hard and rampant now, plundered my mouth forcing mine to drop back, helpless under his assault. Then equally as suddenly he relaxed his grip and pulled back. We stood facing each other, still close together, both panting heavily, his hands still cradling my head. It felt like the very air around us was charged with sexual energy. "So now it's done at last," he said. And when he carried on softly, "Tell me, who am I?" I knew instinctively what to say. "You are my Master, Sir." "So I am. And who are you>" "I am your slave, Sir." "And so you are. And now everything is as it should be between us." He paused for moment, our eyes still interlocked. Then his grip strengthened a little, holding my gaze to them. "Enough starry eyed gazing for now, my little slut." This would have alarmed me, but he was speaking gently, shades of a smile playing about his face. "You are a slave now, and what do good slaves do when face to face with their Master?" I looked back at him in confusion for a good few seconds before I realised what he was saying and lowered my eyes. "Exactly," he said and released my head. He stepped back and sat himself down on a stool again. I stood there for a few moments unsure what I was meant to do. "You have already been told that you should never be clothed in the presence of a Master, have you not? It's a punishable offence. So get them off now." His tone was still gentle, and I heard him chuckle. "Besides, I have been looking forward to having you naked before me again. And to see what Master Gordon has done with you." Almost before he had finished speaking I was pulling my t-shirt over my head. I turned slightly away to drop it onto a stool while kicking off my shoes. I unzipped my jeans, dropped them, pulling my legs out of them. I put them on top of my t-shirt and turned back to face him, my legs automatically parting themselves as memories of Master Gordon flashed through my mind. It was exhilarating to be naked with him again, and I couldn't help smiling even though my head was lowered. As I did so he spoke again. "Take the display position. Do you remember the display position? Show it to me now." I instantly put my hands behind my head, straightening my spine and pushing my elbows back while my legs automatically moved a little further apart. I kept my head lowered. He was still seated on his stool and motioned me with his hand. "Forward a bit," he said and I shuffled myself toward him, then he put his hand up. "Stop." There was a long pause as I stood before him, my whole body tingling in its nakedness. "Ah," he said then. "What a pretty sight you are." Then he reached forward, cupping his hand under the cage to lift it bringing my genitals up and forward. "And this." He paused. "Has it caused you any discomfort?" "No, Sir." He handled the cage for while, lifting it this way and that. "Do you resent wearing it? Answer honestly." "No. Sir, not at all so far." "You are sure?" ""Yes, Sir." "Well that's good, it's very good. For it suits you. It says a lot about you. It shows that you are an owned submissive. And it also demonstrates the depth and quality of your submission. He took his hand away letting my genitals drop back down as he released them and sat back. "Now then," he said "I have to be sure that you are properly trained in the way a slave should behave before I can take you out with me as such. If you don't know how to behave properly that will reflect badly on me. So you will bear in mind everything.." he paused here before emphasising it. "..absolutely everything,.. that Master Gordon told you about what is expected of a slave. Correct behaviour, how you should position yourself, what sex you represent, all of that. And so from now on you will adhere to all of them with me just as you did with him. I will correct you if you make mistakes, but for now I will not punish you if you do. It is only once I am sure that you have learned and accepted them all can I be confident that I can display you proudly as my slave within our group." He paused again, and I could feel his eyes moving over my body. "So, bearing in mind everything that Master Gordon told you, if I as your Master now tell you to go down the hall and wait for me there, then how will you accomplish that?" Panicked thoughts again tumbled through my head until once again logic returned and I remembered. "I will go on all fours, Sir." "That's right. Well done" I sensed him lean forward a little. "So then, this is your first instruction from me as your Master. You are to take yourself down the hall where you will then stand facing the door in the display position and wait there until I come for you. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Right then," he smiled. "be off with you." And so I dropped onto all fours, turned myself round and made my way out of the kitchen. I must admit I tried to sway my arse a bit at him as I went round the corner into the hall. ________________________________________________________________________________ Part Three: INDUCTION As I made my way on all fours along the hall all sense of myself as an individual person had fallen away. All that was left was this shimmering whirlpool of arousal and anticipation that I had dissolved into and which consumed me. This was all just so unbearably exciting. It was not so much even sexual excitement, this was no urgent desire for a build up to release. I felt no awareness of my penis, it lay dormant and unnoticed in its cage. This was more an overwhelming sensual arousal deep inside my body causing every single atom of my being to vibrate in joy and exultation. A raised sensation of existence. A dreamlike experience maybe, but a dream that was real. I had imagined the swearing of vows that Sir had mentioned, but I could not have imagined how momentous the effect of it actually taking place would be. Not so much for what I said, but the undertakings that Sir had made. He wanted me to be a permanent part of his life. He had said it aloud. So I had no more need for the occasional small fear that he might discard me, that he might suddenly not be there any more. And he'd sworn to love and cherish me. No-one had ever done that before. And there had been a subtle change in his manner. His dominance was more assured now, more demanding of obedience. He had just told me that he was going to have the same expectations of me as Master Gordon did. That stirred me anew. As did calling me a good girl, although that aroused me in a deeper and more subtle way. But if now such dominance would be coming from Sir there was no need for me to feel any worry or concern. I had absolute trust in Sir, so any apprehension I might have felt with Master Gordon simply was not there with him. I could let myself freefall into whatever he wanted of me with no thought or care for where it might lead. And it was utterly mindblowing. All things put together, the result was that I almost literally floated over the hall carpet on my way to the door. When I got there I rose to my feet facing the door and put myself obediently in position as he had ordered. Legs apart, back straight, hands linked behind my head, my elbows drawn back at each side. And then I waited. The door was dark wood, plain and featureless so there was nothing for my lowered eyes to focus on, not even the pattern of a floor carpet. It rendered me effectively blind, with no way of knowing whether or not he was approaching. I could only remain as I was, immobilised in this moment of time, overwhelmed by feelings of my complete vulnerability and powerlessness. I tried to distract myself remembering Master Gordon's instruction. 'Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think'. The featurelessness of the door seemed to match the blankness my mind required. 'Head bowed, eyes down, don't speak, don't think'. I repeated it until I began to lose all sense of time. And then suddenly I sensed him. I don't know if it was movement in the air, a certain feeling of the warmth of his body, or even a waft of his maleness, but even so my body twitched in startled surprise as his hands took hold of me at each side of my waist. "Shush now . . it's only me" his voice came close by my ear as his hands slid up my body on either side before moving forward onto my chest to make their way down to my belly and the top of my thighs. I felt the warmth of his breath on my ear as he spoke, and the heat of his body as he drew me back against him. "This is how I had you stand the first time I touched your naked body, all that time ago now. Do you remember?" "Yes, Sir." "It is pleasingly symbolic for me to have you once again stand in the exact same position as I now touch it for the first time as its Master, is it not?" "Yes, Sir." His hands continued to move on my body drawing a deep groan from my lips. "We have come a long way since that moment, haven't we?". "Yes, Sir." "It was your body then, wasn't it, but who does it belong to now?" "It belongs to you, Sir." "So it does. And you need my permission before you can touch it in any way at all now, don't you?". "Yes, Sir" "Indeed you do. By accepting me as your Master you have given up the right to own anything, even your own body. Obviously I cannot lock your whole body away from you as has been done with your most intimate parts, but when you are not with me you will touch it as infrequently as possible with your bare hands. And you will never again touch it in any way that is intended to lead to its arousal. Do I have your word that you will do that for me?" "Yes, Sir." "Good. Now that I am your Master you are no longer a sexual being in your own right. Your only desire will be to become the expression of the sexual being that I wish you to be. Your only need will be to learn to respond in the manner that best pleases me. And to adjust your inner view of yourself in order to best achieve that." All the while he was saying this his hands continued their movement on my body. Rubbing, stroking, squeezing and exploring every possible inch of me. His touch was irresistibly erotic. I would have willingly agreed to give up all right to pleasure myself for ever just for him to continue. And all this was delivered in a calm gentle voice in my ear, a seductive whispering that drew me in and snared me. I felt the warmth of his breath on my ear as he spoke, the warmth of his body against my back, the warmth of his lips as he kissed my neck from time to time. His masculinity wrapped itself around me in a protective shell that I felt safe and secure inside. This was no longer just Sir, if I can dare to refer to him as 'only' anything. This was now my Master. The man who had taken control of me and who would keep me safe. His hands continued to explore my body for a while, in silence now. He took hold of my nipples to squeeze and draw them away from me, he slid his hands down over my belly to delve between my inner thighs on each side of my cage and pull them further apart. With one hand pressed to my belly the other hand grasped my arse cheeks one at a time to knead them as continuous soft moans of pleasure fell from my lips. Then suddenly his touch was gone as he stepped back away from me. "Turn now and kneel." I concentrated so hard on following his order while keeping my eyes lowered as I dropped to my knees that I hardly caught sight of him as I did so. Then I was on my knees and all I could see was his bare feet. "Look up at me." I raised my eyes, but instead of the magnificent manhood I had been longing to see, the leather jock strap he wore contained it within a significant pouch, hidden from my sight. I felt a quick surge of disappointment, but that disappeared as I saw the rest of his body. This was the first time I had seen his upper body naked as he had always kept his robe on before, only letting it hang open to reveal himself. He was thickset, with powerful arms and shoulders that gave him an air of overwhelming masculinity. He looked so solid and unchallengeable, as if he could easily physically overwhelm me any time he chose. Even the bit of a belly he had made him look more manly and powerful. Every inch of him radiated strength and my inner submissive swooned anew at the very sight of him. He turned away to pick something up from the table, and when he turned back I could see he was holding a small plug. Unlike the ones I'd seen before this one had straps hanging from it. "Mouth open." I obeyed and he slid it into place before securing the straps behind my head fixing it in place. "This is to remind you that when you are with a Master your mouth is no longer for speaking. Your mouth's sole function is to service the manhood of your Masters as and when they see fit. You will indicate a yes or a no by nodding or shaking your head not by speaking. Do you understand?" I nodded vigorously as he stepped back a couple of paces from me. "Come forward," I shuffled towards him. "On hands and knees now." As I obeyed he moved behind me dropping to one knee. He stroked a finger across my bud, then there was the sudden cold of lube and I gasped as his finger probed and slipped inside me. He worked it in and out before pressing down to rub against my prostate. The now familiar feeling spread through me and within seconds my body began to twitch and I gave a long groan of pleasure. All too soon the finger withdrew and I felt the more solid pressure of a buttplug as he pushed it into me. "Look back between your legs," he said. As I did I saw a tube dangling there with a rubber bulb on the end. "Now reach back and pump it up until you feel like you're about to have a shit." And so I did. It was a strange sensation as with every squeeze of the bulb I felt it swell not only within but also expanding my sphincter as it grew. I squeezed it maybe five or six times before I felt the familiar fullness and stopped, putting my hand back on the floor. "That's good," he said before reaching down to take hold of it again and give it a couple more good pumps taking the feeling from fullness to imminent arrival that made me catch my breath. He stroked my arse with his hand. "That's it. Relax now. It's only a feeling, nothing's going to come out." Then he stood up and came back to stand in front of me. "That's good. Now follow," As he moved off up the hall I crawled gingerly after him, trying to believe what he had said despite the feeling that I might shit all over his carpet at any moment. When he reached the end of the hall he turned not left into the lounge but to the right into the bathroom, just as Master Gordon had done. I followed him in until he told me to stop and take the rest position. As I sat back dropping my hands to my knees he turned away. When he turned back he was holding a pair of leather cuffs joined by a light chain. "Wrists," was all he said, and as I raised them he wrapped a cuff round each wrist using the velcro to fasten them in place. "Up." As I got to my feet he pulled back the glass door to the shower compartment. "In," he said, and his next order came as soon as I had done so. "Up above your head is a hook in the ceiling. Reach up and hook the chain over it." I did so, leaving my hands raised above my head. He stepped into the shower behind me to take the nozzle from its peg and turn on the water. I winced at the initial coldness as the spray hit my legs. The water soon heated up as he directed the spray all the way up and down my body and face and hair before telling me to turn my back to him and doing the same all over that until I was soaked all over. Then he turned off the water, squirted some soap on his hands and began to apply it, smearing it all over my body. "This is a ritual cleansing," he said as he worked, his hands moving briskly over me from the top of my head to my knees. "I want this body to come to me fresh and clean and new so what I am doing is washing away all traces of its past from its surface. Today its existence begins anew with nothing from the past." It was a very strange sensation being washed by someone else while I stood there like some kind of inanimate object. Thinking back I realised that it hadn't happened to me since I was a toddler at the hands of my mother. In a subtle way it reinforced the notion that he was the one with all the power and free will, while I had none. It felt right and proper, and reassured me in a strange way. It solidified my view of myself as the submissive partner in the act. And this was no swift and workmanlike business of cleansing, it was more an unhurried sensual stroking over my entire body as he had me turn this way and that as he worked. The feeling of his hands moving over my body as they moved slowly around it, rubbing and squeezing as they went, was incredibly arousing and comforting. Once he had finished the soaping he turned the shower back on and rinsed me off, starting at my hair and working swiftly down my body until every trace of soap was gone and I stood there dripping before him. He took a towel and dried my upper body, again having me turn this way and that as he worked. When he was done he stepped briefly from the shower and when he came back he had me turn to face him. He dropped to one knee and swiftly unlocked the padlock to remove the cage freeing my cock and balls. This allowed me to see them for the first time since Master Gordon had washed them, here in this very room. That seemed an age ago now. My cock looked just as it had before, swollen but not yet hard. He took hold of the shaft and squeezed along its length bringing a large drop of precum from the tip. "Aha," he said with a smile. "Once a slut, always a slut." He gathered up the drop with a finger, raised it to his mouth and licked it off. I felt a huge erotic surge as he did so. In that moment it seemed to me to be the most intimate thing he'd ever done. It was but a brief respite in his ongoing attentions though. He wet my genitals with the shower head, then took a little more soap and washed me there, pulling my foreskin all the way back to lather up the head. There was barely time for it to begin to stiffen before he turned the water back on and rinsed it off. He stood up. In his hand was a small glass jar with a large opening at the top. He reached down and brought it up so that my penis dangled within it. "Your bladder needs to be empty. I don't want you to be needing to go later. So empty it for me now." I stood there a bit dumbfounded as I felt no need to piss. "You probably, don't need to go, but you can. Just let yourself relax and imagine the feel of urinating." I tried to do as he said, but nothing happened, and I stood there feeling a little silly. "Close your eyes, relax the muscles down there, just let it come." Still I just stood there, but then the gates opened and all of a sudden a small stream came out. Followed by a little squirt as I clenched. Then another. He ran his finger and thumb down my shaft once again and the last drops fell into the jar. "Well done," he said. "You've shown that you can relax and let your body obey my wishes. That's good. Very good." He took the jar across and emptied it into the toilet. When he came back he turned the shower back on, cold now. Cupping my genitals in his hand he used the cold spray to drain away any sign of an erection. He dried them just as rapidly and all too soon I was caged once again. This was yet another different one. It had the same width and downward curve, though the end was now plain and rounded off with just a slit in the end. But my eyes widened as I saw that this one was dramatically shorter, hardly more than two and a half inches long. It looked tiny in comparison. And it was not the same dull metal colour as before, it was a soft feminine pink. But before I had any time to even begin to express any alarm I might feel it was locked firmly in place, though the cage around my balls was no longer there, they now hung free behind it. "Do not be alarmed," he said. "This may be a little uncomfortable at times but it will do no harm. It is much lighter so you will become even less aware of it. And it's healthier for your balls to be unencumbered. Both the smaller size and the colour will serve as a constant reminder of your lack of sexual status." These words caused a long shiver to run down my back, making me squirm a little. Not in fear, but in expectation. The realisation that I had no option but to accept this purely because it was what he wanted was strangely arousing and it consolidated the new found reality of my subservience. The cage was visible proof of it that I would see every day along with the neck chain. He sat back on his heels and looked at the cage, a satisfied smile on his face. "Besides, it makes a very pretty little sight, dangling there with your balls peeking out from behind it. It pleases me." He had me unhook the chain from above my head and step out of the shower, then kneel back down while he vigorously dried my hair with the towel and brushed and patted it back into shape. "There we are," he said. "That's got you all fresh and clean. Be off with you now, go and kneel in front of the sofa in the rest position and wait there." Any pain from the stretching of my arse was diminishing now, and as I crawled on all fours across the hall and made my way into the lounge I could feel little murmurings of pleasure as the buttplug moved inside me. It filled my arse so completely that it brushed gently against my sweet spot with each movement. The bulb that hung from it brushed against each thigh in turn as it swung as I moved. The chain between my wrists hung back in a loop as it dragged behind them over the carpet, moving in a side to side rhythm as it followed them. _______________________________________________________________________________ Part Four: CONSUMMATION As I knelt obediently in front of the sofa waiting for Sir, it seemed as if everything had shifted into a completely different dimension and my very sense of self had moved along with it. The things Master Gordon had said and done had kick started the change, but it was this session with Sir that had confirmed it. His new more dominant manner, the things he had spelled out, the feel of his hands all over my body, the plugs in both my openings, all these played a part, but it was his declaration that he wanted me in his life permanently that had been the tipping point. This wasn't just where I happened to be, this was where I truly belonged. I belonged to him for good now. For ever. This new found certainty of my situation filled me with a profound sense of peace and acceptance. I now knew with utter certainty what my sexuality needed and what role I was meant to play. My acceptance had become complete, and knowing that I now had a permanent place with Sir was crucial to this. Even so I still was moved to reach up with one hand to touch the plate on the chain around my neck just to reassure myself that this was all real, not just one of my imaginary dreams or fantasies, but no, there it was. I was indeed 'Property of Master Richard' just as it said. I dropped my hand guiltily back down to my knee, not wanting to be caught out doing something that he had not told me to do. Facing the sofa as I was, the door was behind me so he could well be standing watching me. 'Go and wait in the rest position', he had said, not 'Go and fiddle with yourself for reassurance while you wait'. And so I waited. But this time it was in a state of complete peace and calm, time just seemed to stop. I felt no urgency for his arrival, no sense of loss at his physical absence. He would come when he chose, in the meantime simply just being back here in this room where almost everything had taken place filled me with such a sense of comfort and belonging that overrode all other feelings. I was at home. Once again I sensed him before I felt or heard him, but only just a moment before his hand dropped onto my shoulder. My body jumped a little again at his touch. Still out of my vision, I felt his two hands run down my back to grasp my buttocks as he squatted down behind me. The feeling was exquisite. He gave each one a smack, pulled them apart, then grasped them firmly and pulled them upward. "Kneel up straight." As I did he reached down between my legs for the bulb that hung from my arse and gave it another two quick pumps. The initial pain had dulled and I had almost got used to the feeling of pressure it caused, it just felt like there was a big hole in my body down there. But now it was forced back to the forefront of my consciousness. I felt it swell inside me and push harder at my sphincter. Once again I could not ignore the fact that I was being stretched. Stretched by my Master for the purpose he intended. Just thinking of him as my Master made whatever was to come seem utterly definite and inevitable. But at the same time arousing. All this flashed through my mind almost in an instant. I hardly dared to think that the time had finally come. As he stepped in front of me and sat down on the edge of the sofa my attention was catapulted back into the present. He sat upright, his knees spread well apart. The jockstrap was gone and his penis was now fully on display as it hung down fat and soft between his legs in front of me. Despite the fact that my mouth was still securely plugged I began to salivate at the very sight of it. I longed to have its beautiful head buried in my mouth. But it was not to be. Not yet anyway. "Lean forward, put your hands down on the floor." I leant forward down onto my hands, his penis even closer to my plugged mouth now, only inches in front of me. He lifted one hip so his penis rolled away to one side and pointed a finger into his groin. "Bury your nose in there. Absorb my smell." I leant forward and buried my nose into his groin, his upper thigh pressed against one cheek, the warmth of his penis lying tantalisingly close against the other. As always his smell aroused me. I drew it into my lungs in increasingly deep breaths, relishing the ripe musky manliness of his scent. The more I breathed in the more I wanted it. "You like that smell don't you?" Unable to speak I nodded vigorously. "You don't just like it though, do you. You need it." Although he said this as a statement rather than a question I nodded just as before, keen to show my agreement. "You need to draw it deep into you, fill yourself with it, don't you." My head bobbed up and down like a dog wagging its tail. I was taking long slow deep breaths now, his scent filling my lungs and seeming to spread out though my entire body, wrapping me in its aroma. "Now listen to me as you breathe me in," I heard him say. "Your need for my smell is because the smell of a masculine man arouses you. Its appeal to you is instinctive because your body's sexual response is female not male. While the male nature drives males to go out to find and penetrate, the female nature seeks to draw maleness into itself. This is why my man scent arouses you. It is why you want to fill your lungs with my aroma. It feeds your need to draw my masculinity into your body. Your body already knows this, it always has. Your body may be outwardly male but that makes no difference to its inner female sensual response. "That is why you love the feel of my cock in your mouth. That is why you want to swallow my seed. Because your body needs you to take my maleness inside you. It is why your body trembles when I touch it. Because it knows that a dominant male has taken charge of it and that it can only comply with his wishes. That is the truth of it, isn't it?" I rubbed my nose up and down against him as I nodded yet again. "But that is not all of it. Your body may be male and its response female, but your nature is neither of these. You give every sign of being a natural born submissive, what we call a true submissive. And in essence the true submissive does not belong to either gender. Its deepest sexual need is neither male or female, it is to surrender itself to those who exercise the masculine sexual power that it lacks and satisfy their needs. And in that alone can it find the satisfaction that it has always sought. "And that is why your penis has been locked away. To remove all sensation from it so that it will no longer trigger sexual urges within you, urges that are active and demand release. You need to be rid of these demands before you can fully express your submissive nature. As my submissive you are no longer permitted any self induced sexual arousal from within yourself. Over time your penis will recede from your consciousness so that the sole means of arousal left for you will be the arousal that comes only from your response to your Masters. Your satisfaction will come from being given the privilege of bowing down before and serving dominant men who are your sexual superiors." He paused for a while, smiling gently at me as I continued to fill my lungs with his glorious masculinity. "After all, paying homage to me in this way brings you far more satisfaction than any of your previous searching for sexual pleasure ever did, does it not?" I nodded again, but more slowly and purposefully now, aware that I was confirming something very significant, the basis for the whole nature of our relationship. Kneeling here like this, my face nuzzling into the groin of this powerful man, absorbing his smell and submerged in the overwhelming masculinity of his physical presence, there was none of the nervousness and self doubt that had always plagued me in my sexual relations with women. There I had always felt that I was in some way falling short, failing to properly express the male role in some unknown way. Here I was completely at ease and relaxed, I belonged. He took the dominant male role as his right, and he played it to perfection. Faced with that I could only fall into this new female role, safe in the knowledge that the only thing I had to do to know that I was pleasing him was to wait for and follow his instructions. There was silence for a while. I continued to breathe him in, moving my nose up and down and around on his flesh, savouring his smell and rubbing lovingly against the top of his inner thigh but not daring to turn toward his penis. I felt his hands on my shoulders push me back away from him. His hands reached round to the back of my head and began to undo the strap on the plug in my mouth. It glistened and a long strand of saliva hung from it as he withdrew it. I licked my lips, they were quite dry from being held apart by the plug. My heart lifted in delight as I did, surely now I would be allowed to taste him. It was so close to my open mouth now. But it was not to be. He tossed the plug to one side as his other hand took hold of his penis to lift it so that it's head was only an inch away now from my waiting mouth. I stayed still, I knew better than to move. "This is what you want isn't it? My cock in your mouth?" "Yes, Sir." "Of course you do. But now you have become a slave and your personal desires are no longer relevant. Now it is only your Master's wishes that matter." He paused for a moment as I hung there in suspense. My eyes were filled with the sight of his manhood, I could smell it and feel the warmth of it. In that moment nothing else existed. The desire to have him in my mouth was so strong and seductive that it tested me to the limit to be so close and yet remain still and not move. "Just now you may kiss the head. Just one kiss, no more." I leant forward just that little bit, pursing my lips as I planted them on the very tip around his piss slit. The warmth, the slickness of his skin and the taste of him seduced me completely. I sucked at him as I let my lips move slightly on him before I pulled off with a loud kissing noise. I felt some dribble run down my chin. As I moved back a little my spirits sank as he lifted his penis up and away from me to lie it flat on his belly. His hand rested over it covering the head. His balls lifted a little as he did so and they now dangled in front of me, large and well defined in his ballsack like two ripe plums, one hanging slightly above the other. "Now be a good girl and kiss your Master's balls." I leant forward a little more and planted a gentle kiss on one ball, then moved across to do the same to the other one. Gentle kisses, because this was the most delicate part of his body and I had little experience so I was frightened I might cause him pain. I put a ring of kisses around each ball. The skin felt really soft and warm against my lips. I wanted to lick it but had the presence of mind not to dare. Kiss my balls, Master had said, not lick them. "Look at me now." I raised my eyes to to meet his and once again felt the all consuming intensity of his gaze wrap around my being wiping away all other thought leaving only my desire to please him. He paused for a moment before he spoke again, gazing steadily into my eyes as I continued to pay homage to his balls. "Looking into my eyes like this as you willingly serve me is an open declaration from you to me that you willingly accept my total control over your sexual life. We both understand that you are simply following the natural order of things. Masters act, submissives react. Your nature left you with no choice but to surrender yourself to my authority, so your acceptance of me as your Master is the inevitable result of our natures." And then he smiled broadly. "And so now I will get what I want and you will get what you need. I will direct and you will follow." I showered his balls in kisses in gratitude. Then I remembered what Master Gordon had had me do, and I began to gather up a little bit of skin with each kiss to pull his sac up and then release it. I did this a good few times, taking more skin and lifting it further so I could feel each testicle move with it. "Aah, that's good," he said. "I see you have not forgotten everything that Master Gordon instructed you to do then?" "No Sir," I murmured between kisses. "That's a good girl. Now lick as well as kiss my balls like the obedient little slut that you are." Swelling with pride at this compliment I lowered my head and put out my tongue under his sac to pull at its skin as I gave a long slow lick up and over the middle of it pushing his balls apart as I went. I dropped my head back down to lick up his flesh again, first directly over one ball and then the other. Then I kissed and licked at random, pushing his balls one way and the other, pressing more definitely now as I gained confidence. Slowly his sac became shiny with my saliva. The wetter it got the more its skin slipped frustratingly from my lips each time I tried to lift his balls with them, so I put my tongue under each one in turn to jiggle them up and down. I was lost in a kind of reverie now, the combination of feeling his steady gaze boring into me as I looked back at him, his deep masculine smell and the intimate touch of my lips and tongue against his skin all merged into one leaving no room for anything else in my consciousness but my desire to please him. I was gaining in confidence as time passed, pressing more firmly against each ball as I kissed it and feeling them move about in their sac as I pushed at them. Now I felt him move. He lifted his legs to rest his feet on my shoulders. I looked down instinctively and saw that his pelvis had tilted and his arsehole was now just below me. "Look back at me!" His tone was sharp and I instantly met his gaze again, disturbed by his sharpness and with a sudden lurch inside at the thought I might have displeased him. "Now," he said and paused for a moment, his expression inscrutable as his eyes bored into mine. "Show your devotion. Kiss my arse." And so I did. Looking back into his eyes I lowered my head and kissed the little puckered spot. I kissed it again, and again and again. It was just another part of his body. There was no smell, no taste other than his natural one, it was simply a part of my Master's body that he was allowing me touch. He smiled as he watched me kiss it and his pleasure caused a feeling of pride to sweep through me. "Use your tongue as well," he said. "Lick as well as kiss." I kissed him again, but this time I pressed my tongue out between my lips to wiggle the tip of it against his pucker as if to tease it. As I did saliva leaked from my mouth and as it became wetter I used my lips to spread it around so the whole area became slippery. Then I pressed my lips down in another kiss, my lips pulling at his skin as best they could as I sucked at him, giving a loud smacking noise as I pulled back from the kiss. He gave a small smile as I did so I did it again. And again, with more passion each time. But then a small voice in my mind reminded me I'd been told to lick so I put out my tongue and gave a long slow lick up and over his sphincter to his perineum. I dropped my head and did it again. And again and again as I watched him as he watched me. The knowledge that I was being watched made me stick my tongue out as far as I could to give him a better view. The licks were off to each side this time. He was quite hairy there, but my licking seemed to stick most it down against his skin. Then more long licks in the middle turning into ever shorter licks concentrating down onto his sphincter until my tongue was just running in a little circle on and around it as yet more saliva dribbled onto it. Then I kissed it again as I had before, my lips pressing down and closing around it, only this time my tongue pressed against it as if trying to enter. I sucked hard at him so when I pulled off there was another loud smacking noise. Then I kissed again. And all the while as I looked back into his unvarying gaze there was the sensation that every layer of my being was being peeled back, laying me open to his inspection so that every single part of me was revealed and there was no possibility of hiding anything from him. He was all powerful and all seeing and he possessed me utterly. But it was a warm sensation not a chilling one as there was no reason for me to hide anything from him. He knew exactly who and what I was and it pleased him. He was benign not malignant, and so his power over me became complete. I could have stayed there all night. But, as always it was not up to me. "Enough," he said as his feet lifted from my shoulders. "Take the rest position," and as I sat back upright on my heels he stood up. His penis once again hung directly in front of me, more engorged now but not still not stiff. Once more my desire to taste it flared up, but only for a brief moment as he stepped away from in front of me and went round the side of the sofa. With one hand on the back he reached down behind it. I heard a click and the back dropped down turning the sofa into one flat surface like a bed. He patted its surface with his hand. "Up here now, on your hands and knees," he ordered. I scampered obediently up on to it. He took hold of the loop of the chain between my wrists and drew it forward and over the edge to the underneath. I heard another click from some kind of fastener locking the chain in place so that my wrists were now secured. He moved away to go back behind me, stroking one hand down my back as he did. The hand pushed down on the small of my back. "Arch your back now. Display your pussy." As I did his hand slid down and stroked across one arse cheek before giving it sharp hard smack, before doing the same to the other cheek. His behaviour was suddenly far more masterful and I felt the excitement and anticipation rise in me as I knew from his words what was coming. He had said the pussy word, and pussies are there to get fucked. I felt as if I was balanced on a peak of intense emotion and could only concentrate on not falling off. Somehow it was comforting to have my wrists restrained as they now were, it gave me something solid and fixed to focus on as I struggled to keep my balance. He stroked around the plug and the back of my thighs again. I felt him tug at the hairs around my crease. I couldn't reach there to shave. He gave both cheeks another sharp slap. "These hairs will have to go," he said. "Slaves have no bodily hair. Slaves have nice smooth arses." He ran his hands up and down the back of my thighs and over my buttocks as he said this. I couldn't help but wiggle my arse a bit in response. It felt delightful, though it didn't last. I felt him take hold of the base of the buttplug and move it around inside me, gentle little movements up and down, in and out, causing it to stroke lightly against my prostate as it moved. I could hardly breathe in anticipation as I felt the first little tingle of pleasure it gave. Then it twisted a little and there was a sudden loud hiss of air escaping as I felt it begin to deflate. As the sound of the air came to an end he pulled at it and it slid out of me. It left me feeling empty and a low groan of sadness came from me at its loss. But immediately there was the sudden coldness of lube there as two fingers replaced it. They slid in easily to begin a slow in and out fucking motion. Each time they moved they rubbed lightly on my sweet spot. I groaned again, this time with pleasure not loss and almost at once my hips began to twitch as the pleasure took hold. His other hand came up between my legs, lifting my cage as it did so for it to take a firm grip round the root of my ballsack. His hand pulled me back and forth by the balls in unison with the fingers inside so that I was moving back and forward until the fingers became stationary and the only movement was his hand making my pussy move on them. When he released my balls I continued to move. The feeling was far too good for me to stop. "Ah yes,", I heard him say. "That's very good. Fuck yourself on my fingers." As I did the fingers began to bend down pressing ever more firmly on my prostate and almost immediately waves of pleasure consumed me as my body began to writhe and I cried out in pleasure at every movement. At the same time my movements became more definite as I began to fuck myself harder on his fingers. "What a delightful slut you are. You love this don't you?" "Ah yes, Sir," I gasped. "Stop still now." I struggled to obey as his fingers continued their light dance on my prostate. "Now squeeze your pussy tight on me. Squeeze hard and then relax." I clenched every available muscle as tight as I could on his fingers, then relaxed. It took some effort as the wave of pleasure was becoming all consuming and it was hard to focus. "Again," he said. "This is good practice for you. It is a way for you to please your Masters." So I did, and again and again for as long as he repeated the command. "Stop now. Keep still." He slid his fingers right out of me, then pushed them all the way back in, then out again. "Relax now, stay loose. Try not to clench. Let your pussy stay open," he said as the fingers slid back in, his voice quiet, almost hypnotic now. I could feel the ease with which the fingers came back in, there seemed no resistance at all, and the feeling was becoming more erotic with every entry. Then there was a pause after he pulled out. I felt fresh lube being added, then the fingers returned, but now there were three of them. I tried hard to relax as much as I could but they did not just stroke me as before, now they were far more active and pulled me from side to side and spread themselves out as they began to stretch my hole even further open. "Relax," he said again. "Surrender. Open yourself up to me." I did as best I could, and as he continued to stretch and pull I could feel the discomfort fade and pleasure begin to replace it. He was concentrating on my sphincter now, not my prostate any more, and the more he stretched me the more I relaxed and allowed him to open me. But then the fingers were gone, leaving my hole feeling empty again. He moved quickly round the sofa in front of me to rest one knee on it. His penis was right back in front of me, more swollen now, standing out from his body. "Take me in your mouth." The command was fast, urgent. I fell on it as if I was starving, bobbing my head down to scoop him up into my open mouth. A long murmur of satisfaction came from my throat as I took his cockhead into me. The two other cocks I had sucked had been satisfying, but this was the one I wanted, the one that I desired above all other. This was Sir's cock, this was my Master's manhood. I slid my lips over his cockhead to close them tight behind its ridge to squeeze and hold it tightly as my tongue lapped furiously at its sensitive underside while I sucked at it with all my might. I loved the feeling of it in this state, fully engorged but not yet hard, still pliable and yielding as I moved my head from side to side pulling it this way and that. Then I pulled back, stretching it out towards me as my lips gripped behind his mushroom head until it burst out of my mouth with a loud plopping sound. I took it back in immediately, this time sliding my lips back and forward over the head a good few times before closing tight behind it to suck and lick and pull at it again. I could feel it beginning to stiffen now, and when I pulled off it again with another satisfying plopping noise it didn't droop down so much but stood out more. I did it all again and when I pulled off the third time all droopiness was gone as it stood out stiff before him pointing directly at my mouth. "Ah yes, that's it," I heard him say. "Get me nice and hard for your pussy." Somehow just the sound of these words inflamed my desire for him even more, made me want to feel him penetrate me and so as I took him back into my mouth I slid right down as far as I could until his cock filled my mouth and pressed against the entrance to my throat. I resisted the urge to gag, bobbing my head up and down on his shaft in a wanking motion, feeling it stiffen even more before I returned to his cockhead to lick and suck wildly at it once again. Now he took control, his hands on either side of my head holding it tight as he worked it up and down his shaft, fucking my mouth. When he pulled me off him again, it was to leave his cock standing fierce and hard and proud in front of me as I panted for breath, a string of saliva reaching from it to my mouth. And then he was gone, moving round behind me again. I moaned piteously at the loss, in a kind of frenzy of submission now, filled only with this new and overwhelming desire for him to take me, to use me, and to possess me utterly with his manhood. I hung there in suspense for a few moments scarcely able to breath as I waited for what now was inevitable. I had moved into a trance-like state now where I was not really able to think or move at all, I could only wait in total submission for what was to happen. And once again as before, the only thought I was able to summon up was the hope that I would not disappoint him. I felt his fingers rubbing at my hole, then the coldness of more lube as he worked it into me. Then he took me firmly by the hips and I felt a new pressure at my hole. Not a finger, not the tapered end of a buttplug that slid easily in, this was a blunt solid assault that pressed on and around my hole seemingly far too large to make its way in. He pressed hard, then retreated for a moment before pressing again. And again for a third time, each time seeming to get stronger, closer to breaking through. His hands had me tightly by the hips, holding me firm. I was overwhelmed by my desire to please him now, to open for him as he wanted me to, but all I could do was to try and relax all the muscles down there. The next time he pressed harder still and for a moment I felt myself begin to open, felt a ring of fire spark into life in my arse. But then equally suddenly it was gone again. "Relax now," I heard him say. "We're nearly there." The pressure came and went again but the next time as it grew I could not help but to instinctively push my body back against it. His hands pulled on my hips as I did and then I gave a long piteous wail as my sphincter opened up and he pushed himself inside me. Time seemed to stop. Sensation overwhelmed me. In that moment I was only aware of a burning ring of pain that felt as if he had torn me apart. It was like the moment when a buttplug reaches its maximum width as it goes in. But the plug stretched for only just a moment, this time the stretching remained there constantly. He held still for some time before I felt him push again to move further inside me. How far I could not tell, the fire at my sphincter was still drowning out all other sensation. He began to rock slowly back and forward, moving a little further inside me with each push. I could still scarcely breathe, but with every push a little whimpering cry came from my throat. It seemed that every time he moved inside me some sort of sound came out of my mouth. A sharp cry, a deep groan, a little squeak, even an ooooh, all coming direct from my senses to my tongue with no conscious thought involved. I'd never been vocal during sex before, but this was all so different, so beyond my control. He stopped still again, further in this time, and I felt his hands leave my hips and move to stroke up and down over my sides and back, caressing my skin lightly as if relishing the feel of the curves of my body. The sensation was very seductive, its lightness seeming to counter the ravaging of my sphincter and ease the pain. And when his hands returned to my hips to grasp them he began a series of short little in and out pumps. As he did I could feel his cockhead begin to rub lightly past my prostate with each stroke and the sensations began grow. My body began to move in response and my little cries turned to soft throaty groans. "That's it," I heard him say. "There's a good girl." His movements slowed now and deepened with each stroke, rubbing my spot a little harder and as the waves of pleasure grew the pain miraculously began to recede. His hands left my hips as he reached forward to take me by the shoulders, one hand each side of my neck, holding me tightly, pulling my body back toward him him with every stroke. The feeling was overwhelming. Being held like this at one end of my body while the other end was being penetrated rendered me utterly powerless and made the sensation of total submission way beyond anything I'd ever felt. He had total control. His mastery of my body was now complete, both physically and mentally. And just at that moment he pulled at my shoulders as he pushed forward and slowly buried himself all the way up to the hilt inside me for the first time. I felt his size within me, felt my insides move as his presence invaded them. I felt the warmth of his thighs as they pressed against the back of mine. And something was released inside me, something that told me that this moment was of great significance, that this was changing everything. He stayed buried for a short while before releasing my shoulders to take me by the hips again as he slowly withdrew. And then he began to fuck me. Long slow strokes, sometimes deeper, sometimes shorter, occasionally pushing all the way in and holding it there. I knew he was treating me gently, breaking me in rather than ravaging me and I was thankful to him. This was more a gentle internal caress than a rampant fuck, but a fuck it most certainly was. And this invasion wasn't hard and unyielding like a buttplug, nor was it bony like a finger. This was pure flesh and blood. It was rampant masculine flesh and blood that had invaded me and was filling my own receptive flesh and blood in its desire to spill its seed. And it seemed to fit perfectly there, it seemed to make me whole. My squeals and cries had become deep groans and sighs of pleasure. All of a sudden he paused and stayed still. "Try and squeeze my cock," I heard him say. "See if you can." So I did, clenching my sphincter as hard as I could and for as long as I could ignore the pain and although it seemed to have little impact it must have done as I heard him grunt in pleasure. "Again," he said. "Hold it as long as you can." As I did, holding my breath with the effort, he gave several short little thrusts and then I heard another long groan, before I had to relax, panting. "Good," he said. "That's good. Well done." And then he pulled right out of me. I gave a loud cry of disappointment, but then I felt his cockhead at my entrance and he pushed all the way back in as I groaned in satisfaction. He gave a few thrusts and then repeated it, pulling out for a few moments before pushing back in. He entered more easily now, almost painlessly. He pulled out again, but this time he stayed out. I whimpered piteously. "Do you want more?" "Yes, Sir," I gasped. "Ask properly." "Please Sir please, fuck me some more." "Good, "he said. "Now show me that you want it. Push yourself back on to me." I felt his cockhead at the entrance and pushed back, groaning in pleasure as it slid back into me. He stood perfectly still as I pushed all the way back until my body pressed against his and I could go no further. "Very good," he said, and patted my hip. "Now fuck yourself on me." And so I did, rocking myself back and forth on him giving more groans of pleasure as I did. And then I began to rock harder and faster and deeper, relishing the delicious feeling of penetration and fullness and wanting more of it. His hands were not on me any more, he gave me full freedom of movement until suddenly he grasped my hips again and pulled back out of me. "Enough," he said. "On your back now." His hands twisted and pulled at my hips and legs, guiding me as I rolled over onto my back. Looking up at him I could not help but be overwhelmed by his masculinity as he towered over me. I admired the powerful spread of his chest and shoulders, there was no question as to his power. Then his hands came up under my legs, easily raising and spreading them so that my ankles rested on his shoulders. He took hold of me by the hips and pulled me back towards him with a soft grunt. Then he raised his head to look at me. I dropped my eyes away immediately. "No no." he said. "Look at me." I raised my eyes to him, locking into his gaze. "I want you to look at me as I take you." Immediately I felt the touch of his cockhead against my bud, and gave little resistance as he slid back into me, all the way in until once again I felt his thighs against my arse. He held me there for a few moments, tight up against him, feeling utterly penetrated. His unrelenting gaze bored into my brain and I was pinned down by it, totally exposed and powerless. He pulled back nearly all the way, then began to fuck me anew. Still long slow strokes, but going all the way back in as deep as he could each time now. Then suddenly, five or six strong and remorseless fast hard strokes as he grunted and his hands on my thighs pulled me hard back against him with each stroke as he fucked me hard. I heard his thighs smack against my arse with each thrust and wailed unceasingly until he slowed the pace again. I felt utterly possessed. The aura of masculinity that he radiated consumed me as I marvelled at the sight of him. It seemed as if he had taken on godlike qualities and because of that was deserving of nothing short of worship. This longer deeper fucking was arousing my prostate more as it rubbed against it and I felt my body begin to move in response. Without thinking I tried to bring my arms down to reach out to him forgetting that they were still fixed above my head. One time as he buried himself to the hilt he leant forward, folding me over under him and lifting me as he reached down with one hand under my neck to pull me up and kiss me. The feeling was so intense with his tongue overwhelming mine at one end as he possessed me utterly at the other that I could only close my eyes and arch my back as I moved beneath him. The kiss was long and surprisingly gentle. I was experiencing sensations that I'd never felt before. But when he put his hands behind my knees and thrust my legs back towards my chest swivelling my pelvis everything changed again. His manhood was rubbing solidly against my spot now, and an explosion of feeling made me lose myself totally as I writhed and cried out and threw my head back. His thrusts were hard and purposeful now and I felt the inexorable wave of pleasure rise and rise until I feared I would burst with the intensity of it. It was like I had been with Master Gordon but Sir's penis was so much better than any fingers ever could be. But before the intensity peaked he let my legs drop back away from my chest and the crescendo relaxed back into the steady slow fucking that it was before. I felt languid and totally pacified now, drenched in the total sensuality that surrounded and overwhelmed me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked magnificent. His powerful arms had me by the thighs, his broad chest rose and fell as he breathed. He was total manhood, taking me and making me his. Making him my Master. He raised his eyes to look into mine, and I couldn't look away. And he smiled at me as he fucked me, and I could not help but smile back. "Such a good girl," he said softly, and my smile grew ever wider. But then suddenly he pressed my legs back again and began to fuck with short sharp thrusts, his cockhead rubbing tightly against my spot with every thrust. And I was gone, carried helplessly along on the new wave of ecstasy as it rose again and overwhelmed my whole body. I had no sense of being, just a tsunami of erotic sensation that dissolved yet filled my body. But then his voice carried through the ether into my ears. "Oh shit, I'm going to come," it said and I felt his grip tighten on my legs. I opened my eyes. He was staring fixedly down at where his cock met my hole. His face was screwed up in a grimace, all his muscles tensed and he seemed to be holding his breath. I realised I'd never been able to watch him come before. He gave two or three more deep thrusts before giving a deep guttural roar as he came inside me. I swear I felt his cock throb as he came, even felt his seed shooting out from it deep inside. Again he roared as a second pulse shot out, and then again with the third. Then he stopped, leaning over me with his hands either side of my body, panting rapidly as his body and face slowly relaxed again. Then he raised his gaze to meet mine and smiled. I smiled back. One arm came up to hold me by the shoulder as he rolled me over to one side with my leg beneath him so he lay alongside me, still buried deep inside me as I faced slightly towards him. I felt the warmth of his breath as he still panted. His arm left my shoulder and tilted my face toward him as he kissed me once again, a long slow and very tender kiss. He pulled back and looked directly at me again, "I came sooner than I intended," he said, But then his tone became accusative. "And it was all your fault." My eyes widened in shock and I totally forgot about all the rules. "My fault?" I queried. "How's that? I don't understand." And then had second thoughts, and stammered a blushing "Sorry Sir," in apology. "No, no," he said. "You can speak freely now. It's just that you just looked so damn sexy writhing away down there below me that I couldn't help myself." His face relaxed into a broad smile and the alarm flowed out of me. Hearing him say again that he found me sexy gave me such a deep pleasure that my body wriggled gently against him, my flesh moving slightly against his. "Ah well, never mind," I said, smiling back at him coquettishly. "There's always next time." He raised his eyebrows. "Next time eh? So you're happy to do this again?" "Oh yes, absolutely. It was fantastic." I paused, trying and failing to summon any thoughts before giving up. "Just don't ask me to describe it because I can't." "That's good," he said. "I've been waiting a long time for this." He leant forward and kissed me again. One hand was stroking up and down my body, the other was underneath my neck cradling it as he rested on one elbow beside me. The kiss was long, and I felt wonderfully safe and secure with his nakedness so close to me, I could feel the warmth of it all down my side. He seemed much softer now, almost as if he was back to being my friend rather than my Master. I could feel his cock beginning to subside within me, and on impulse I gave it as best a squeeze as I could with my sphincter. He broke the kiss and looked at me with eyebrows raised. "Ooh yes, that's nice. Do it again." And so I did, three four five times I squeezed at it. His smile grew ever broader. "You really are a slut aren't you. My own sexy little slut." "Yes, Sir," I said, lapsing back into my role. "I'm your sexy little slut, Sir." He kissed me repeatedly again, before sitting up and reaching down between my legs. He slid out of me as he went and I felt suddenly empty, lacking something. I gave a disappointed little whimper. "I've a present for you," I heard him say, then he came back down beside me onto his elbow again. When his other hand came into view it carried a well filled condom. "I've kept this warm for you," he smiled. "Open wide. Tongue out!" I opened my mouth and put out my tongue as he tipped the condom, but he only tipped it far enough for his seed to dribble slowly and tantalisingly out on to my tongue. He dribbled it around as it came as if he was drawing a pattern on it. "Stay still, don't swallow yet. Let it coat your tongue. It's special. It's the first time I have fed my seed into your body at both ends." He smiled at me as he said it. I wanted to smile back but didn't dare, he'd told me to be still. So I stayed still as he did so, feeling his seed spreading slowly on my tongue and draining down into either side of my mouth. Strangely enough, I couldn't taste it yet, and that was frustrating. I wanted to feel and taste it, to roll it around in my mouth, coating it all over. But I stayed still, even as some of it began to run off my tongue and down my chin. He ran a finger and thumb down the length of the condom, draining each last drop out of it. "Now you can swallow." And so I did, welcoming the feel and the taste of him that my throat had lacked for so long. He leant forward and wiped up the seed that had leaked out onto my chin with a finger which he offered to my mouth. I parted my lips, taking his finger in to suck it clean. Then he kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth, stroking and pushing against mine as it pushed back against his in a soft duel. Then he drew back. "I like the aftertaste of my seed in your mouth," he said. "It's very intimate and sexy." We lay still for a while, the only movement was his hand still stroking gently over my body. I felt very cosy and secure, with the warmth of his body all along my side. I don't think I'd ever felt so peaceful and relaxed after sex before as I did then. My sphincter was still sore, but the feeling was more one of heat rather than pain. But all to soon he yawned and stirred, sitting up beside me. "I don't know about you," he said, "but I'm hungry. Care to stay for something to eat?" Since he had come he seemed to be moving seamlessly from Master to friend. I felt it was certainly back to friends now, so I answered freely. "Yes, thanks. That sounds lovely." I said as I smiled up at him. "Great. I'll go and get something going." Looking up at him as he stood above me I was once again filled with the sense of his solidity and power. He seemed to represent the very embodiment of true masculinity. I felt almost as if I should worship him and I swear my pussy stirred anew at the sense of male power that emanated from him. He picked his familiar white bath robe up from a chair and slipped it on before picking up another one and draping it over my legs as I lay there. "Lie here and reflect for a bit, get yourself back together again. Then put this on and come and join me in the kitchen. You can easily get your own hands free." He chuckled as he said that, then smiled again and bent down for a final kiss before heading off. I laid there for a while, luxuriating in the afterglow, stretching and feeling a total contentment throughout my body. I hadn't come and my arse was sore but that didn't seem to matter, it made no difference to my satisfaction. I was perfectly content to leave my arms pinioned above me for the moment, indeed, the very fact of my arms being restrained added to the general feeling of well-being. I knew something profound had changed in me this night, but I wasn't exactly sure what it meant yet. All I knew was that it was permanent and that there was no going back. I understood that this was the logical outcome of everything that had happened between us up to this point. His fucking of me meant that he had finally confirmed his mastery over me in every possible way. He had proclaimed his dominion over me by taking possession of the totality of my body, both inside and out. And by that act he had truly become my Master. The taste of his seed still lingering in my throat made me hunger for more. My whole body tingled with anticipation. * * * * * * * * Comments and suggestions are always welcome at john_pearce321@yahoo.com Many thanks to everyone who has commented on the story so far!