Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2015 20:01:10 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-17

NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be
legal in your area.  This story is completely fictional and written only
for entertainment purposes.  Any similarities to real life people or
characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from
fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.

Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 17

Monday I sat through school all day fully aware that in the last two days
I'd had Dad's big cock in my ass...three times...and a nighttime butt plug.
I wasn't exactly squirming around in my chair unable to find a comfortable
position like I feared I would, but I could feel a low throbbing at the
entrance to my butt.  When I sat on the toilet that morning there was a
little discomfort but the memories of how that discomfort got there helped
me to get through it.  I was a little uncertain how I would feel later in
the day if I had to go to the bathroom during school.  I decided to see if
I could hold off until I could get home.

There weren't any leftovers from the weekend that I could take to school
for my lunch, and I was running a little late in the morning so I didn't
pack anything.  I decided that was a good thing because even though I had
to spend a little money, I was able to just buy a couple of things in the
school cafeteria to tide me over at lunch.  I reasoned the less food I ate
the better my chances were of avoiding the bathroom, and whether or not
that was the actual cause, it worked.  I did have to walk home a little
faster than usual however.

Once I got home and took care of business I had a shower.  I debated using
the enema bag but decided I needed to let my ass rest for a day, and I
hoped Dad wouldn't be disappointed.  I intended to ask him Sunday night if
the `no clothes around the house' day could become a regular rule, but I
fell asleep before I got the chance.  I decided to test the waters with
him, so after my shower I just stayed naked and headed for the kitchen.

I set the oven to preheat and removed some chicken from the fridge.  I was
in the mood for some baked chicken and I was pretty sure Dad wouldn't
object to my choice.  I put the chicken in a bowl, whipped up some barbeque
sauce to pour over it, added some bread crumbs I had stored in the freezer
and set it in the oven to bake.  I stared in the freezer again to figure
out a vegetable to add and saw some green beans.  I set those on the
counter to cook later.  I put some more beer in the fridge for Dad and a
few in the freezer so there would be some ice cold ones for him.  I set a
separate timer to remind myself to pull those beer bottles out before they
froze, then wandered back out to the living room.

Dad must have thrown the towels we used on the furniture into the laundry
after he put me to bed the night before, so I got out another set to have
on standby in case he was going to agree to home nudity.  I put one on the
couch so I could sit down and opened up a book I'd started the previous
week.  I managed to read four chapters before the `beer timer' went off, so
I pulled those out of the freezer, placed them in the fridge, peeked in on
the chicken then went back to the couch and my book.

I heard his car pulling into the driveway so I quickly bookmarked the
chapter I had just started, snatched up the towel and folded in neatly over
the couch, and...not knowing what else to do, I ran to stand behind his
chair.  I figured it was tall enough to hide me from the waist down just in
case he wasn't on board with my idea, and I could grab the shorts I had
nearby and act like I was still dressing from having taken a shower.

He walked in, sniffed the air, "Ahh, I smell chicken," he said, then
noticed me standing behind his chair.  He gave me a quizzical look.  "Um,
hi Sean.  You know, if you're hiding from me I think I should remind you
that you're no longer three feet tall...I can actually see you back there."

I could just feel the blush zipping up my entire body.  Obviously I didn't
think this all the way through.  "Hi Dad, welcome home.  Um...see...I was
just wondering if...well, you know how yesterday we...um..."

I saw his eyes flick to the towels neatly folded on the couch and chair and
a grin spread across his face.  "Sean.  Are you naked back there?  Is that
why you're hiding behind my chair?"

I heaved a huge sigh.  "Yes Dad, I'm naked.  See, I was kinda hoping that
we could extend yesterday's `all guys, all naked all the time' event to a
regular house policy.  I meant to ask you last night but I fell asleep
before I got the chance.  It doesn't mean we're gonna have sex, I just
thought we were both real comfortable and...um...I should have asked first,
I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize son, you're entitled to have your own ideas in this
house you know.  First, let me ask you.  Is that baked chicken I smell?"

"Yes."

"And is that barbeque I also smell, maybe even on the chicken?"

"Yes Sir, you do...and it is."

"Well then, I think that's the perfect excuse to be naked!  We're just
gonna get messy anyway.  We won't even need napkins, we can just wipe our
hands on our legs then take a shower afterwards!"

I looked at him.  I wasn't sure if he was joking, if this was some kind of
test...I wasn't even sure if this was falling perilously close to the `Dad
you're making fun of me and I'm calling you on it' rule.  I think the look
on my face must have told him I didn't have a clue how to proceed.

"We will have to reevaluate this nudity policy when it starts snowing
outside, but until then, I accept your proposition and I second the motion.
There is only additional rule you will need to follow," he said, grinning
at me.

I knew he was on board at this point, but I still felt a little wary.
"What rule is that Sir," I asked.

"You have to undress me boy," he smirked.

I hurried around the chair, flinging the spare shorts onto the couch and
ran up to him, giving him a big kiss on the lips.  I started to unbutton
his shirt but he grabbed my fingers.  "First things first boy.  On your
knees."  I quickly got on my knees in front of him, not sure where this was
headed.  "Boots, boy," he growled.  I quickly untied his boots then leaned
into his leg so I could lift up and pull off each boot.  I couldn't help
myself and put the boots up to my face to inhale.  "Hmmm, seems like my boy
may have inherited a foot fetish.  We'll have to explore than later.
Socks, boy."  Once again I leaned in so I could lift up each leg and remove
his socks.  I leaned forward and licked each foot a couple of times,
savoring the flavor.  "Very nice boy, very nice indeed, but you're not done
yet so stand up."

I jumped to my feet and quickly realized that I was hard.  I hadn't meant
for this to become sexualized but I just couldn't help myself!  "Shirt,
boy."  I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, my fingers not really
wanting to cooperate.  I pulled his shirt up out of his pants, undid the
final button and pulled it off of him, folding it loosely and dropping it
on the couch.  When I turned back to him he grabbed me by the back of the
head and pulled me in.  "Boy, I want you to stick your face in my hairy pit
and inhale.  No tongue, no licking or sucking, just breathe in."  He lifted
his arm and pulled me in with the other hand until my nose was buried in
his pit.  I took a deep breath...oh fuck oh shit oh fuck!  Although there
was a trace of his deodorant, the overwhelming scent was all him.  I
actually felt my knees start to go I was so turned on.  He quickly let go
of my head and grabbed me by the waist.  "I've got ya boy, I've got ya.
Pull away from your Daddy's pit boy."  I didn't want to but I followed his
orders.  "Are you okay, do you need to sit down?"  I shook my head, as much
in response to his question as to clear my mind.  "Are you sure?"  I
nodded.  "Good boy.  Now get back on your knees."

I slid down to my knees, holding on to him as I went.  I had to admit that
I still felt somewhat lightheaded and that confused me a little, but I
pushed it to the back of my mind.  I looked up at him.  "Pants boy."  I
reached up and unbuckled his belt and popped open the top button of his
pants.  I pulled down on the zipper, watching it roll over his hard bulge.
I pulled his pants down to his ankles and he raised each leg to allow me to
pull off his pants.  He held out his hand to take the pants from me and
tossed them onto the couch to join his shirt.  I glanced up at his crotch
and saw his cock in full erection, stretching the cloth.  "Shorts, boy."  I
reached up and grasped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his
legs.  His cock swung up and hit me in the face leaving a precum smear on
my cheek.  I was only vaguely aware of him stepping out of his shorts as I
turned and swallowed the leaking head of his thick cock into my mouth.

The delicious flavor of his precum, traces of his piss and the aroma of the
musk coming from his groin started to make me lightheaded again, but I was
determined to stuff as much of his cock in my throat as possible.  I inched
my way down his shaft, using my tongue to wet down his skin to make it
easier for my lips to slide up and down.  I felt his hand on the back of my
head and I heard him chuckle.  "So much for the `no sex', eh boy?"

I pulled off of his cock for a moment.  "This isn't sex Sir, it's just my
way of welcoming you home."  I heard a low laugh rumble from his chest as I
sucked his cock back into my mouth and went back to sliding it in and out.
I felt the head of his dick hit the back of my throat, which was my normal
stopping point, but I wanted more this time.  I opened my mouth wider and
tried to take in more of him.  I felt my gag reflex start to protest but I
backed off a little then pushed forward again.  I managed to get a little
more of his shaft in my throat than the last time, but I could tell it was
going to be a struggle to get more.  I backed up then sank down, backed up
and sank down.  His aroma kept me trying for more until suddenly I realized
that I couldn't inhale anymore.  His cock was blocking my air shaft or
something.  On the one hand I didn't like not being able to take in his
aroma.  On the other hand, that meant I had managed to swallow more of him
than ever!

I felt his hands pushing a little bit on the back of my head, encouraging
me to keep going.  Unfortunately I'd hit the wall and wasn't able to go any
further.  I pulled off coughing a little.  I heard him say my name, and I
could tell by the tone of his voice that he was trying to caution me, but I
had to be sure I could repeat my success so I let his shaft slide back in
again.  I didn't quite hit the same mark as before but I was thrilled with
my accomplishment.  I started to bob up and down, trying to reach that spot
every third or fourth stroke.  Dad was now using my head to help pump me on
his cock and I could see his legs starting to shake out of the corner of my
eye.

"Fuck boy, you're getting me close...damn you're taking me so
deep...getting ready boy!"  He started to thrust into my mouth.  I could
tell he was holding back to keep from choking me so I wrapped my hand
around his cock right at the point where I could comfortably take him and
he took that as his cue to start fucking my face.  He slammed into me until
my lips hit my hand, then he pulled almost out and slammed in again.
"FUCK!  Swallow my load boy," he yelled just in time for his cum to start
shooting into my mouth.  I was happy I was on the `upstroke' when it hit; I
wasn't sure what it would have been like to have had that stream of juice
shoot straight down my throat.  Besides, if that had happened I might not
have been able to taste it!

I used my hand to continue pumping his shaft, helping him empty out his
load.  I kept swallowing until there was nothing else coming out, then I
just held him in my mouth, nursing on his cock while I listened to his
panting slow down.  I looked up at him.  His eyes were closed and his head
was tilted slightly back.  I moaned and he flicked his eyes open and looked
down at me, giving me a very sexy grin.  I sat there on my knees, his
deflating cock still in my mouth, thinking how nice it was to be able to do
this for him.  He patted me on the head, then gave me a wicked smirk.  "You
thirsty, boy?"

I smiled...well, as much as I could smile with the fat head of his prick in
my mouth...and nodded.  After a few seconds I felt a stream of piss shoot
into my mouth and I dutifully swallowed, never taking my eyes off of his.
A couple of smaller squirts followed and I swallowed those with ease as
well.  He ruffled the hair on my head and pulled back until his cock popped
out of my mouth.  "I actually took a leak before I left work, so I'm
surprised I still had some to feed you boy, but I didn't want to disappoint
you.  Now stand back up here and let me taste some too."

I used his legs and torso to crawl my way back up his body and leaned my
face up towards his.  He bent over and licked my lips, then shoved his
tongue inside my mouth and rolled it around, sampling the cum and piss he
had deposited in me moments before.  "Mmmm, damn good if I do say so
myself!" he moaned.  He ended the kiss and gave me a big hug and once again
I inhaled his amazing scent.  He chuckled then looked back at me with his
eyebrows pulled together.

"Let's take a seat on the couch Sean."  He walked me over then helped me
arrange the towel so we could both sit down.  "Now, as much as I'd love to
take full credit for my pits making you almost faint, is there something
else going on with you?  I really thought you were gonna fall over there
for a minute, and I'm gonna feel like absolute shit if I should have
stopped everything right then and there and got you over here on the couch
sooner."

"I don't know Dad.  I mean I really did feel okay until I got my face in
your armpit.  Really, if you hadn't withdrawn permission for me to use my
tongue we'd still be standing there like that and your pits would be
soaking wet with my spit, deodorant or not!  You always smell great, but
today...wow!"  Just then my stomach growled and he turned his head slightly
and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Sean...when was the last time you ate?"

"I had lunch Dad."

"Okay...what did you have for lunch?"

"Well...we didn't have any leftovers in the house and I didn't get up and
out in time to make a sandwich...so I just bought an apple and a cookie at
the cafeteria."

"Breakfast?"

I hung my head and shook it slightly.  "No Sir...like I said I was running
late."

He reached over and lifted my face with his fingers under my chin.  "Look
at me Sean.  You know better than that.  Crap, no wonder you almost fell
over.  I'd happily take credit for making you swoon with my awesome aroma
if it was true, but you just didn't get enough to eat today.  Damn it Sean,
you keep talking about getting big like me, but skipping meals is not the
way you're gonna do it."

"I know Dad...skipping breakfast wasn't intentional, I was just kinda
daydreaming in the shower this morning and lost track of time.  And
lunch...well...I didn't really have an appetite."  I hated fibbing like
that, but I knew if I told him the truth about my bathroom fears we'd never
have another weekend like the past one.

He heaved a huge sigh and shook his head.  "Sean, look, if we have to get
some toaster pastries, or granola bars, or something in the house for you
to grab on your way out the door we will.  Those don't really qualify as a
decent breakfast but at least it's something in your stomach.  Now your
English teacher owes me a favor after what happened with you and those
terrorists down the street.  He doesn't *really* owe me a favor but he
thinks he does, so that's good enough for me.  If I have to get him to
monitor you to be sure you're eating a decent lunch I will, don't make me
pull rank on you young man!"

Just then the timer went off to announce the chicken was five minutes from
being ready.  I set it ahead to give me time to nuke the green beans in the
microwave.  "Saved by the bell??" I said, looking up at him and trying to
appear as innocent as possible.  He sighed again, then stopped me when I
tried to get up from the couch to go to the kitchen.

"You aren't going anywhere!  I'll dish out the chicken."

"Okay Dad, but you still have to nuke the beans.  Grab a bowl and dump the
beans I have out on the counter, add some butter and sprinkle some Parmesan
cheese over them. Then nuke them for 2 minutes, stir them then nuke 2
minutes more."

He winked at me.  "I think I can handle that.  Is the chicken ready to come
out then?"

"It will be when the beans are done, but you can turn off the oven now if
you want, just don't open the door yet."  He got up and started to head for
the kitchen.  "And don't forget you're stark naked.  Don't burn anything
important!"

I heard him laugh in the kitchen, so I breathed a small sigh of relief.  I
always figured if I could get someone to laugh a little then any tension
would be lessened, so maybe that would be the end of our `you gotta eat'
discussion.  I knew he was right, so I also knew I had to work out a way to
deal with the butt-soreness issue over the next week.  As much as I enjoyed
it, maybe taking it up the ass three times in one weekend by a
monster-sized cock was a bit much for a recently popped cherry like mine.

I heard him tinkering in the kitchen, then a yelp.  I was afraid he'd
burned something despite my warning.  "That is one cold bottle of beer!" he
yelled from the kitchen.  I couldn't keep the smile from my face, it always
made me feel so good knowing I'd done something special for him.  He came
back into the kitchen with chicken and beans on a plate and a glass of
milk, all arranged on the tray I'd made for him.  He set the tray on my lap
with a flourish and a grin.  "Dad, this is your birthday tray, you're
supposed to use this."

"Tonight, it's yours for the evening," he said.  "Don't get used to it
though, we're not making a habit of it cuz its one of my favorite things
ever.  Don't think we're through discussing your eating habits, but I spent
a good amount of time today thinking back on our weekend and I wanted to
make things a little bit special for you tonight.  Bon appetite!"

I quickly swallowed my protests as he stepped over and spread the other
towel over his chair.  He went back into the kitchen then came back with
his own plate and a bottle of beer.  "You had this beer in the freezer for
me didn't you son?"

"Of course Dad.  If I didn't take care of you, you'd be forced to drink
warm beer and eat raw chicken."

He shook his head and sighed as he sat down.  "Hell yes I would!  I do not
have the foggiest idea what I did to deserve you son, I really don't.
You're my son first, my playmate second, then somewhere after that you've
become the chief-cook-and-bottle-washer, the maid, laundry service,
gardener, resident genius and my adult daycare supervisor.  I'm surprised
that every other kid in the world hasn't chained you up in a cave somewhere
so the rest of the adults can't see what a decent youngster can really be
like.  I sure wasn't the model child when I was your age, so you must be
taking lessons from someone else on the sly."

I laughed at him, especially since he now had barbeque sauce on his face.
"What's that you said about chains,...hmm?"

He snorted at me.  "All those really sweet and wonderful compliments I just
gave you and all you picked up on was the chains?!?  What am I gonna do you
with Sean?"

I winked at him.  "Well...there was something said about chains..."

He snorted again.  "Oh great, I am definitely gonna have to watch
everything I say around you now to avoid adding another fetish to your
list.  Sorry boy, we don't have room in the house to install a dungeon to
play in."

We both continued to eat our dinner, but I was also chewing on the idea of
asking him more about the chain fetish.  Although I remembered those naked
guys in that video being chained to the wall that was the sum and total of
my knowledge on the subject.  I couldn't really blurt that memory out, so I
decided to pursue the topic a little more to see what I could get out of
him.  "Okay Dad, you have my interest piqued.  Please explain what a chain
fetish is."

He chuckled under his breath.  "I've just been sitting here waiting for you
Sean, I knew you were working that one through your head!  Okay, let's
finish our dinner, wash up and then we'll have a short class before I have
to get back to some homework.  That doesn't mean you should eat faster,
although it does make me feel better to see your appetite has improved
since you got home."

"Mmmm, that's because you fed me my dessert first Sir," I said, trying to
give him my best sexy look.  He burst out laughing.

"Sean...that really would have been a great comment and it might have even
got me in the mood again, but you've got sauce smeared all over your face.
Very cute, yes.  Sexy...not so much."

I pouted.  "What if barbeque sauce was my fetish," I challenged.

He barked out another laugh.  "Then I guess we won't get invited back to
any cook-outs once they see what you do with it.  Or, then again, depending
on the host...maybe we will!"

Dad sent me to the bathroom to wash my face while he cleaned up the
kitchen, insisting it was still part of his `thank Sean for the weekend'
duties.  I cleaned up then returned to the couch and waited for him to join
me.  He did a quick wash up in the bathroom as well, dropping off a fresh
beer for himself and a bottle of flavored water for me on his way.  When he
returned he parked himself on the couch with me.

He raised his beer so we could clink bottles and we each took a swig of our
respective drinks.  "Before we get started on today's lesson I have a favor
to ask Sean.  I know you've probably moved on to other projects in your
shop class at school, but do you think there's any way your teacher would
let you make another one of those trays?  I sure would like for us to have
matching ones.  I mean you can make yours look different than mine if you
like, but they are so handy, and I'm so proud of the craftsmanship you put
into it."

I actually had to choke back some emotion when he asked me that.
"Um...sure Dad, I can ask him."  I couldn't help the tears that started to
well up in my eyes, it just meant so much to me that he thought so highly
of the present...the one that I almost destroyed.

He smiled at me and reached over to wipe the one tear that had escaped and
was making its way down my cheek.  He ruffled my hair then pulled me in for
a quick kiss.  "Thanks Dad," I whispered and gave him a hug.  I knew that
he knew what I was thanking him for.

He leaned back and stretched his legs then reached down to grab my feet and
swung my legs up over his.  "Alrighty then...we'll start with a brief
description of 'BDSM'.  Have you ever heard of that term Sean?"  I shook my
head no.

"Okay, it means different things for different people.  Some folks think
it's pretty straight forward, but it can really be considered as an
overlapping set of abbreviations: Bondage and Discipline, the BD part,
Dominance and Submission, the DS part, and Sadism and Masochism, the SM
part.  Let's break that down."

I stretched out over him to get more comfortable.

"Bondage is where your chain fetish comes in.  Some folks like to be tied
up when they have sex play.  That could be with chains, ropes, leather
straps, handcuffs, whatever is strong enough and handy to use.  These folks
enjoy the feeling of helplessness they get when someone else runs the show,
so to speak.  If you're tied down, you can't stop someone from doing most
anything to you.  For people who are new to this kind of play there's
actually a sense of freedom, oddly enough, with being unable to stop their
partner from, say, tickling them.  If I started to tickle you right now you
could always try to break free, run to another room, use your hands to get
back at me, and so on.  If you were tied, you wouldn't be able stop me, so
the duration of the tickling, where and how hard I tickle, etc. is out of
your control and it forces you to deal with it.  With me so far?"

I nodded my head, then remembered that he wanted me to vocalize more so I
said "Yep, I'm with you."

"Okay.  On the flip side of this are the people who want to be the ones
tying someone up.  For them, it's the feeling that someone is under their
control and can't stop them from whatever it is they want to do.  Let's say
you worked for a big company and you felt like you were just another cog in
the giant wheel, always having to do what someone else tells you to do.
Being able to tie someone up and be in control once in a while may have an
appeal for you.  It's not just being tied up either.  There are ball gags
that can be tied in place so the sub can't speak, there are devices that
can be locked over your dick so you can't get a hard on, there are
harnesses guys can wear, collars...if you can think of it someone has
probably manufactured it and someone else is wearing it."

"So it's kind of the way bullies feel when they can get someone smaller to
cry or run away, it makes them feel important," I said.

He paused and thought about that.  "Yes, you could sorta compare it to
that, and the reason I think you could is many bullies are themselves
subject to being bullied, often at home by their parents or an older
sibling.  They can't fight back at home, so they get their frustrations out
on someone else.  But members of the bondage community would take a dim
view of that comparison Sean, because they don't see it as bullying."

"What I should have explained right from the beginning is most people who
follow the BDSM lifestyle do so willingly and are not out to cause or be
subject to permanent harm.  That actually brings us to the Discipline part.
In a true BDSM situation there are often specific rules that the more
submissive person has to abide by.  Failure to follow those rules could
result in them being disciplined.  This could be anything from being told
not to speak, having to stand in the corner, required to stay in one
position, all the way to being paddled, caned or whipped, and everything in
between.  Now I want to repeat again Sean that this is supposed to be
consensual. As much as you probably wouldn't want me to take off my belt
and beat you for...say...breaking a lamp or something, there are those who
would actually enjoy that."

"Uh...nope Dad, I would not enjoy being hit by your belt.  I don't get why
anyone else would either," I said with a little disgust.

"Now please be careful Sean.  It's really easy to look down your nose at
what other people like, but don't forget, a large population of people
would be revolted by the very idea that you and I enjoy piss play.  You
don't have to understand the whys and wherefores of what other people like,
but as long as its consensual play and not harmful, I want you to learn to
respect what other people enjoy."

I had to stop and think about that and I realized that he was absolutely
right.  I had already figured out that most other people would be grossed
out by piss, I mean it's not like folks talk about doing it all the time.
"You're right Dad, as usual.  I didn't even think about it that way.  I'd
be pretty ticked off if I overheard someone calling me a freak because of
what I like to do, so I promise to keep an open mind here.  Sorry Dad."

"It's okay son, these are the lessons you have to learn in life, and it's
really my job to help you learn them.  I'm not saying that you have to
accept everything in life.  There are certainly things that most people
find really horrible, like when people mistreat pets.  You'll learn to know
the difference as you get older and experience more things.  That's one
reason why I like that you watch the news with me at night, it's good for
you to know what's going on and how other people react to events."

"I like watching the news Dad, even when you're not home yet.  I don't
understand people who have no clue what's going on in the world around
them."

"I agree with you, and I see it all the time at work, people who are just
dumbfounded when they hear about events that happened weeks ago and they
were oblivious.  Okay, let's move on to Dominance and Submission, which is
something you and I engage in to a small part.  You made the comment to me
that I shouldn't let you top me because I'm the father and naturally more
dominant.  I will freely admit to you son that I have always enjoyed being
the more dominant person, or Dom, ever since I first started exploring my
sexuality as a teenager.  I tried to hold that part of me inside when we
first started playing, but you seem to naturally choose the submissive
part, or sub, so I've let out my dominance a little.  I need you to
understand that just because you may feel submissive with me, does not mean
you would feel that way with another partner."

"Did you ever feel submissive with someone else Dad," I asked.

He smiled a little.  "Yes, there were a couple of times in college when I
hooked up with someone who wanted to dominate, and I will admit that it was
scary the first time, and it wasn't easy for me to let go.  Once I did
though, I enjoyed it, it really was freeing to let someone else take over.
I think I'm naturally dominate though, so I've only had a couple of
submissive experiences."

"I think you're real good at being the dominate one Dad"

He chuckled at me.  "Well what you and I do is rather tame compared to what
some Doms and subs get into Sean.  We only move into those roles when we
play, we easily drop the roles afterwards, and we don't really need them to
have fun.  There are couples who practically live those roles 24/7.  I
should think it would be a lot of work to maintain those personas all the
time, but I've never really tried."

"How would you live like that all day Dad?  How could you go to work, have
friends over...how could you visit your family for the holidays?"  I
couldn't quite picture all of this.

"Well, let's take us right now Sean.  If I was a true Dom I would not be
naked now but you would be.  A true sub would never be dressed in the
house.  His nudity would serve two purposes.  First, it would make him more
accessible for sex whenever the Dom wanted it.  Second, it would be
considered an act of humiliation and subservience for him to have to be
naked when the Dom didn't have to be.  It would be a way the Dom exerts
control.  As far as the other points you brought up, you'd find that most
Dom/sub couples would have friends who were also into that lifestyle or
were comfortable enough to be around it.  Anytime someone came to visit,
either a few people or even a party, the subs would be naked or in some
outfit that would expose most of their bodies and they would be expected to
cook, to serve, clean up...the Doms would just show up to have fun and the
subs would do all the work.  As far as family is concerned...I venture a
guess that most couples would stay away from their families as much as
possible, or the sub would have to wear something dictated by the Dom, but
only for the amount of time he would actually be seen.  Once they got back
to the house, or even in the car to leave, the sub would strip down to his
birthday suit again."

It occurred to me that being that kind of sub actually sort of appealed to
me.  I had to really think about this, and I didn't think it would be a
good idea to mention it to him until I'd devoted some thought to it.  He
didn't sound like he didn't approve of a Dom/sub lifestyle, just that he
thought it would be a lot of work to maintain.  I wondered how much more I
could get out of him before he started to worry about where I was going
with my questions.  "Okay Dad, so I'd be naked and you wouldn't be, and if
Carl came over I'd either have to throw on some clothes or he'd have to be
in the know as far as me being your sub.  What else would it be like?"

He looked at me for a moment, and I did my best to keep any expression of
my face.  "Okay...well...it depends on how extreme we both wanted the
relationship to be.  I suppose there would be some punishment involved for
infractions, maybe some paddling.  I don't think a `simple' Dom/sub
relationship gets too much beyond their sexual roles.  If it does, then
another relationship comes into play."

"Like what dad?"

He looked away from me for a moment.  "Let's skip that for now and finish
up with the S&M part of BDSM.  You've probably heard someone called
`sadistic', yes?"

"Yeah Dad, I've heard that on the news with people referring to some of the
events in the Middle East."

"Okay, good.  `Sadistic' comes from Sadism, which refers to the desire to
inflict harm on another living thing, usually bodily harm.  Sadism can be
mean slapping a guy in the face all the way to causing extreme pain,
bleeding...even death.  You're not going to find that kind of extreme
sadism in BDSM, it's mostly just paddling, slapping someone's butt, maybe
even using whips.  That leads us quickly to Masochism, which is the desire
to feel pain or have pain inflected on you.  A sadist wants to find a
masochist so he has someone to cause pain to.  A masochist wants to find a
sadist so he has someone who can cause him pain.  Again Sean, remember that
this is consensual.  People who engage in BDSM use what is referred to as a
`safeword'.  A safeword is one that all parties agree to that would be said
at any time the sub feels he is about to be, or has been pushed to his
limit, or if something is about to happen that he does want to have happen.
A safeword would be a word that wouldn't normally come up during playtime;
you wouldn't want to use 'dildo' or 'chain' as a safeword, it would be too
confusing. Some Doms like to check in verbally with their sub during play
so they have the sub use the colors of a traffic light: green means I like
what's happening, yellow means I'm not sure about this or it's something
new so everyone needs to go slow, and red means stop, this is too much for
me."

"What if the person can't speak, like if he has one of those things in his
mouth so he can't forms words?"

"Very good question son, and something that folks in BDSM should also be
aware of.  A good Dom will also ask for a touch signal, such as three taps
on the leg or whatever body part the sub can access, as well as a look
signal, like maybe blinking three times in a row.  There should always be
some way for the person who is not in control to be able to stop the
proceedings.  A Dom who won't agree to that is not a good person to be with
and should be avoided at all costs.  All of this is supposed to be mutual
Sean.  Even though I know it sometimes sounds one-sided it really isn't.
Both parties have to be 100% invested in this, otherwise someone could get
hurt, and hurt badly."

"Dad...it all sounds so involved!  It makes you wonder who comes up with
this stuff."

"Did I overload you with all this Sean?  I know you initially only asked
about chains, but once I got going I figured you'd have questions about it
all so...maybe I said too much.  I don't want to confuse you and I sure
don't want to scare you, I know some of this sounds like it could get
pretty intense."

"Yeah it does Dad, but you know I'm a curious kid.  I'd like to know more
about all this, but I suppose I'm still too young for that."

"Son, I know you're curious, you're very smart and one of the ways you
learn is by asking questions and doing research.  I've watched you and I've
gotten some of the same comments from your teachers.  This is a good thing
and I'm glad you like to absorb information, but you're right, sometimes
people aren't ready to receive more information than they can handle at the
time.  There are books and videos, and I'm sure there's a ton of
information on the internet, but let's not get carried away with this.
Like I've said before, I don't want you to get into a specific mindset that
keeps you from learning what the `real you' really wants."

Once again I had to try to keep my face as blank as possible and hope I
didn't start blushing to give myself away.  Now might be the perfect time
to confess to him that I've already watched a couple of his videos on this
subject matter, but then again it may be the worst time.  I still hadn't
decided if I was ever going to tell him what I'd done, so I just kept my
mouth shut on that.

"I understand Dad, I'm keeping an open mind on everything, but that's why
I'm so glad that you're willing to teach me about all this stuff.  I won't
have to stumble through my teen years and even my young adult years
wondering about these things.  I mean, what if some dominate guy wanted to
tie me up but wouldn't agree to me having a safeword?  If not for you, I
wouldn't even know I should have one, then I could end up in a mess of
trouble!"

"Well, that's why I'm trying to be so open with you son.  I know there are
a lot of people who would not approve of our discussions, but those are the
same people who refuse to allow their children access to condoms or the
pill on the stupid idea that if they tell them about sex then the kids are
gonna run right out and start fucking.  Then these same parents just can't
figure out how their daughters get pregnant.  There are a lot of adults out
there who seem to forget how it was for them when they were teenagers.
People are gonna have sex, and you can either give them the information
they need to deal with it responsibly, or you can stick your head in the
sand and then act surprised when something unexpected happens."

"You know Dad, not that I'd really want to have to share you, but it's too
bad you didn't father more children.  We'd all be so smart and
well-informed...we could take over the world!"

He smiled but there was a little sadness behind it.  I instantly felt
stupid for saying anything.  "I'm sorry Dad, that wasn't very nice of me to
say that.  I didn't mean to upset you."

He rubbed his hand up and down my leg and was quiet for a moment.  "It's
okay Sean, I know you didn't.  I never told you this, but I had hoped to
have at least one more child, either a brother or sister for you.  And
you're right, I bet they would have turned out smart like you and we
all...well, we'd just have been really happy.  Things turn out the way
they're supposed to though I guess, and I wouldn't say we got the short
stick either.  I think you and I do pretty damn well for ourselves, don't
we son?"

"Fuck yeah Dad!"

He burst out laughing and reached down to slap what little part of my ass
he could get to.  "Thanks Sean, that was the exact right answer!  You don't
say the big, bad `F' word very often, but when you do it's at just the
right time."

I laughed along with him, happy that I was able to shake him out of his
sadness.  I then decided to see if I could get him to tell me more about
Doms and subs.  "Okay, so you said you would tell me about more extreme
Dom/sub relationships..."

He looked at me like he knew what was going on in my mind, and then he just
shook his head in resignation.  "I did say we'd discuss it at another time,
yes."

"Well...can this be 'another time'," I asked, trying to bat my eyelashes to
look more innocent.  He laughed at my feeble attempt.

"Okay, alright, but only because we've already got ourselves pretty deep
into this subject matter."  He took a deep breath and exhaled it with a big
sigh.  "There are some couples who actually have a Master and slave thing
going on.  An actual contract is written between the dominate partner,
detailing what he expects of the submissive partner, and the sub writes in
what his expectations are as well.  If there are any limitations, those are
also included.  The dominate person becomes the Master, and the submissive
person becomes the slave, who pretty much turns over his life to the
Master, financially, emotionally...everything"

"Can they really do that?" I asked.

"Legally, no.  Slavery is against the law in most countries so the contract
is not legally enforceable, but it's taken very seriously by the parties
involved.  In most cases either person has the right to break the contract
if its rules are not followed, but you really have to be committed to that
kind of lifestyle to start with, it's not something you would ever want to
just agree to on the spur of the moment."

"So other than the contract, how is it so much different than just the
Dom/sub relationship you explained about before?"

"Well, even a Master/slave situation is different based on what the
partners agree to; some are more extreme than others.  In what I would call
the closest to a regular Dom/sub pairing, if you were the slave in a
relationship like that you'd still be naked all the time, but in addition
you wouldn't be allowed on the furniture, you'd sleep on some sort of bed
on the floor in the Master's room except during sex, you'd take care of all
of the household chores, and you wouldn't eat at the table but on the floor
instead.  You'd probably be required to drink your Master's piss all the
time, morning, noon and night.  You'd have to keep yourself cleaned out and
lubed up all the time because you'd never know when he would just throw you
over the table and fuck you and he wouldn't care if you weren't lubed up
because it would be your own fault if you weren't."

I had to casually raise my knees up in the hope that he wouldn't notice I
was starting to get hard.  I didn't think he would be happy with the fact
that I was getting turned on by his description of a slave's duties.

"Your Master could offer your mouth or your cute little ass to anyone else
he wanted to just as a favor to that person and you wouldn't have any say
in the matter.  You wouldn't be allowed to speak unless you were asked a
direct question.  You would shower or bathe your Master every day, you'd
probably wear some kind of collar and may even be led around on a leash
when out in public.  Unless it was agreed on differently as part of your
contract, you would likely lose all contact with family, old friends, you
wouldn't work or if you did it would probably be part time and all your
money would go to your Master's bank account anyway.  Otherwise, you
wouldn't be allowed out of the house unless taken out by your Master unless
you had gardening duties or something like that."

"That doesn't really sound all that extreme to me Dad.  I mean yeah it
would be a very secluded, maybe even lonely way to live, but if you really
loved your Master...well heck, some of what you described is how housewives
used to be treated in those old TV shows."

He laughed and nodded his head.  "You're right Sean, taking care of their
husband used to be the wife's duty and many of them really were housebound,
and had to be available for sex and keep the house clean...you're right.
It's no wonder so many women finally rebelled and wanted a better life.  My
own mom was stuck in that rut, and my asshole father was happy to keep her
there."

"I wish I could have met your mom before she died.  I'm sorry if that makes
you sad again Dad, but I don't have a grandmother on either side, and I bet
I could have learned some things from them."

"Yes Sean, I bet you would have too, and I do miss her.  Maybe we could
have gotten her away from him and she could have lived here with us.  Of
course, you and I would NOT be having these kind of conversations," he
added, chuckling.

"Anyway, yeah, the Master/slave scenario I just described is actually not
bad if you really wanted to just devote your life to someone and put up
with not being allowed to express yourself much.  In the more extreme
Master and slave situations, the slave does not get to sleep in the
Master's bedroom, he's lucky if he gets anything to sleep on at all.  Some
Masters keep their slave in a cage, like maybe down in the basement, maybe
even tied up the entire night.  Those slaves might not even have all those
household duties because they aren't allowed out of their cage except to
pleasure their Master or his guests, and those types of Masters tend to be
much more into inflecting pain and even torture.  And you can forget all
about having a safeword Sean.  When you're someone's slave you agree to
allow that type of Master to do almost anything to you.  I won't even begin
to tell you about some of that stuff, not until you're years older, and
don't bat your little eyes and try to talk me into it because it ain't
happening.  I'll probably regret telling you this much."

"Please don't think that Dad, I really appreciate that you're teaching me
about these things, and I'm glad you think I'm mature enough to handle the
subject matter.  It does gives me stuff to think about, and at some point I
may ask for permission to do some online research...with you sitting close
by of course...but I'm good with what you're told me so far, I won't push
for any more."

He smiled at me and rubbed my knees.  "I'm glad to hear you say that Sean,
I know I've already told you that you're more mature than most of your
peers, but even still, I don't want to cram a bunch of information into
your head that you don't need at this point in your life.  The fact that
you started getting hard when I first began talking about Masters and
slaves does concern me a little, but sex talk is sex talk so I guess I
won't worry too much about you...at least not yet anyway."

I know I turned a deep shade of red.  Here I thought I was being so clever
hiding my woody and he knew what I was doing the whole time.  "Sorry Dad, I
just couldn't get some images of Masters and slaves out of my head.  I hope
you don't think less of me."

"Of course I don't son, you can ask almost any guy in the world and they'll
tell you we don't always have control of what our dicks react to.  As long
as you still get hard at the non-fetish stuff I wouldn't concern yourself.
Now, then, speaking of you having a hardon."  He used both hands to pull my
knees apart, took one look at my hard cock, leaned over and swallowed it
down.

"OH!" I yelled out.  "Oh wow...Dad...that feels...so good!"  He chuckled
under his breath but never stopped sliding up and down my shaft.

His fingers started playing with my balls, then a couple of them walked
their way down to my ass and he tickled my hole.  After all that sex talk,
his wet mouth and playful finger was all it took for me to start shooting a
load of hot cum into his mouth.  "Oh Fuck!  Oh damn!"

He moaned around my cock, swallowing my load while I flailed around trying
to keep my grip on my sanity.  He finally pulled off with a popping noise
and smirked up at me.  I just laid there on the couch, drained...literally
and figuratively, and waited for my eyes to focus.  I tried to see if he
was hard so I could offer to return the favor, but he was already standing
up.

"There you go boy, now we're even for the night, we've each had a blowjob.
You can read or watch TV or whatever you want, but I have to get back to my
spreadsheets."

"Whew!  Thanks Dad.  So what's up with you having to work at night, I
thought you hired some more guys?"

"I did Sean, and I'm gonna have to turn around and lay them off if I can't
figure out why we keep getting underbid on our quotes.  I think we do
really good work at a very fair price, and we have references by the ton
load to prove it, but we have a competitor who lately comes in just under
our numbers.  I keep cutting anywhere I can without affecting safety or my
high standards, and I just don't know what else to do.  I just figure I'm
missing something.  We've got another bid to present in the morning and I
want this one to go through."

"Okay, I'll keep quiet so you can concentrate," I said, reaching for my
book to pick up where I left off before he came home.  I couldn't help but
notice that his cock was half hard when he walked back to the computer and
I wished I could take care of it for him, but I knew this bidding thing was
pretty serious so I just had to behave myself.

I read for a while but found myself starting to get sleepy.  He was still
typing every now and then but I could hear some cursing under his breath so
I knew he was struggling with getting his proposal the way he wanted it.  I
replaced my bookmark, set it next to my chair, then quietly got up to use
the bathroom.

After I brushed my teeth I walked over to him and stood behind him,
massaging his shoulders.  He leaned into me and groaned.  "Uhh yes, I'll
give you ten hours to stop that Sean," he whispered.

I leaned down and kissed the top of his head.  "I'm afraid I'm too sleepy
to keep this up that long Pop," I whispered back.

He reached up and patted my hands.  "That's okay Sean, I'm about to call it
quits myself.  I just have a little bit more to do to finish this up.  You
have a good night baby."

I leaned around and gave him a kiss on his lips, but before I could pull
away he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me in again for
another kiss.  "I love you so much son."

"I love you too Dad.  Don't stay up too late.  Good night."

"Good night Sean."

I padded into my room, set my alarm, and to the sound of the occasional
clicking of the keyboard I nodded off to sleep.


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