Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2019 21:13:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: obd4@aol.com
Subject: When Master Calls Chapter 2

When Master Calls (2)

Thanks to readers who sent such appreciative comments, once again the
events here are based on true and recent experiences. Further comments
are very welcome. Remember that Nifty depends on your generosity.
Master's call comes unexpectedly this morning; we hadn't met for a
little while for various reasons and i had been led to believe He was at
work today. It is late to be sitting un-showered and not dressed, reading
the Guardian and leisurely sipping coffee; when my phone pings and i see
Master's name i nearly piss myself with anxiety, jolted out of my
idleness.  He says little, but expects everything. The first text is
always low key, ordinary even. "Hi". This is where the niceties end.
I reply "Good morning Master, thank you for calling!"
"My house now. Bring cane." Is the only other communication.
So i scramble and almost fall over myself leaping out of the chair and
race to the bathroom.  Cleaning teeth, defecating, struggling to clean my
hole effectively in the shortest amount of time possible and showering
are all done in a blur and i race to the bedroom to dress: plain white
briefs, a polo shirt and jeans, slip on shoes.  I find the least evil of
the two riding crops, hoping Master will not notice this choice and run
to the car.
In all, this has taken around 15 minutes, with another 15 to reach
Master's house there is danger that He may be displeased.  As traffic
lights go against me i begin to sweat, anticipating what Master may have
in store.
At first Master seems gentle, kind even.  In his bedroom i am instructed
to remove all clothes but before i can lower my jeans and briefs He has
pushed me around to face away from Him, unbuckled my belt and pulled them
right down as though i am a naughty boy who cannot be trusted to do
anything for himself prior to a spanking.  But this is unlike any
childhood spanking.  I feel his powerful hand push me forward and he
reaches for the riding crop from the bag which i have placed on the bed.
Ten heavy blows cruelly strike across my arse cheeks, the pain is severe
and i foolishly howl, consequently five more follow.  "Don't ever make
me wait so long again, cunt!"  I blush with the shame of having let
Master down.
When Master allows me to stand and face Him, He reaches between my legs
and grabs my dick. "What a pathetic little thing you have there, what is
it exactly?"  I am forbidden from calling it my cock and must use
humiliating terms such as "my little willy" (even though by most
standards it is of adequate size).  When i say this Master laughs, smiles
even, and seizes my balls.  As i flinch and draw away the pain, of
course, intensifies.
"What's the matter boy, don't you like it?"
"Yes Sir if it pleases you it pleases me, thank you for doing it sir.
Ppp...lease do it more Sir, do it harder so it may give you more
pleasure."
But Master can see that i am struggling -- He is so good and so kind and
i am almost crying with the pain and with the disappointment of not being
able to please him more. His care and kindness at times like these can
also move me to tears, at this very point He says, "Look me in the eye,
you may put your arms around me and hold on to me."
Master is naked and i wrap my arms around His torso easing myself closer
to Him for support, clinging more tightly to his hairy masculine chest,
inhaling deeply the scent of a true man, at the same time he increases
His firm grip on my little sac.  He looks down and smiles. i want to feel
the ecstasy of submission but something is holding me back, i am just not
ready for the intensity of the pain and cannot focus fully on pleasing
Him, i know this is not going well and Master will seek to resolve it in
a way i am yet to imagine.
There is a moment's release and my bollocks though now free still throb
with pain, almost as if He is causing it by His sheer will.  i am invited
to lean in closer, feeling Master's hot breath on my face but His hands
are moving across my chest and i know that within seconds my nipples will
be stretched outwards and twisted in every direction; once again Master
can sense my hesitation so i push my left nipple forward as an offer of
my submission, hoping he will sense willingness, but He knows me too
well. "What's the matter, cunt, don't you like it?"  "Yes Master of
course i like it but.... ."
"But what?" This is not going well.  i scream and  tears begin to form
as my nipples are wrenched, it feels, almost from my body.  Again Master
shows his kindness and concern assuring me that it is ok to cry, i must
cry if i need to.  Perhaps if i sob more deeply and lean in again to
Master's chest i would feel again that overwhelming joy, the release of
total submission, but today i just cannot get it right.
I sense a little impatience in Master's manner, he pushes me over the
bed and again reaches for the crop, this time i determine to take the
strokes without breaking and i think Master is impressed.
"On your feet boy, over here," and suddenly we are standing opposite
each other, eye to eye.
"I want you to kneel in front of me, nothing more, just focus."
I drop to my knees immediately and adopt the position so familiar to any
submissive.  Hands locked behind my head, i stare ahead. My only view is
of Master's magnificent cock, pushing upwards at 45 degrees, with his
large ball sac below.  This is exactly what i need, and Master in His
wisdom understands this so well. Taking deep, slow breaths i stare at
this vision and begin to contemplate the meaning of what is in view.
Whether i shall be allowed anything further today i now neither know nor
care, i must focus only on this and meditate on the splendour of this
image and the reality of Master's power over me.
I begin to think of the joys i have experienced since being subservient
to Him, i gaze longingly at the tip of his smooth skinned penis. The
foreskin puckers around the glistening end, traces of pre-cum evident in
that precious space, i inhale deeply in the hope of catching some of his
masculine scent, maybe the hint of sweat, piss or, such bliss, a touch
even of cheesy deposit beneath his foreskin (i know He hasn't showered
yet this morning, thank goodness, all of Master's odours are a wondrous
gift to me). Already my head is elsewhere, i remember the times He has
entered me, filling my arse so completely, using my body as an instrument
of His pleasure, giving enhanced meaning to my existence. I think of the
times i have knelt before Him to receive His seed as a precious gift all
over my face; of the time another slave had been given the gift of
Master's spunk on his tongue as i knelt alongside, he then turned to
share it with me in a long deep kiss and we passed Masters' jism between
us with our tongues and lips, delighting in the exchange of the slick,
silky fluid as Master looked approvingly on. I shift the focus of my gaze
to His balls, so large in a sac whose skin, is stretched shiny and taut
with the tension; the weight of Master's balls has always impressed me
and I wonder now how i ever manage to take each in my mouth on His
instruction and savour that sweaty weight without causing Master any
pain. Master's balls, the source of His power and strength as a true
man.
 Minutes pass. Master is still. Master is quiet. I continue to focus and
contemplate my situation.
After what seems like 5 minutes Master reaches down and brings my head
towards him, i am to be rewarded after all. I open my mouth and taste the
tip of His cock, tentatively licking with the tip of my tongue. He says
nothing.  Soon i am greedily taking it all in and moving back and forth
quickly, desperately in need of His seed.
How stupid! How selfish!  Can I get nothing right today?
Master grabs my head, thrusts it back and shows his anger.  "On the bed
now!"
The blows, at first with his hands, are merciless, soon it is the crop
again and i am instructed to pull apart my arse cheeks so He can strike
at every part of me, making sure to strike vertically across the hole
itself.  Again i have failed Master today, instead of thinking about His
needs and his pleasure i had been thinking about my need for His seed, a
basic error, such disobedience and lack of focus, an error which after
all Master's training I should be ashamed to have made.
Told to dress I do so, and ashamed and embarrassed stand in the corner
while He speaks to me. "You have taken a lot of pain today, cunt and I
am pleased by how well you have done it, see the picture on my phone of
the welts on your arse. It is a pity though that you still have a lot
more to learn, we shall have to use the crop more effectively in future
sessions to instil the lesson.  Always remember your pleasure is
irrelevant, your sole purpose is to please me, repeat this now and never
forget it. Your lack of focus and selfishness today have disappointed me
Maybe next time if you show you have learned I will take my pleasure by
fucking you. Go."
When Master next calls i vow to be better prepared, to be obedient and
never to act without instruction. The lesson of today will be remembered
all week as I try to sit on my pained backside. I am so grateful, Master.