Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2003 08:27:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Robin Reed <any_mouse2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Peter Principle (Part 5)

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The Peter Principle

Part Five, Boot Camp

It was late morning, before lunch, and I was fellating one of our new
clients. His name was Reggie. He was a man of substance, an athletic agent
with swept back hair and an expensive suit. He tasted musky and rich and
his odor filled my nostrils. He was fresh from the morning shower but
already loaded with the rich scent of man. I bobbed my head up and down on
him, delighting in the way he responded to me, encircling his waist with my
arms, submitting to his need, taking his robust and urgent member all the
way to the back of my throat. With each thrust of his hips, each glide of
his slick member across my tongue, I thought about Eddie, how I loved to
please him, and by extension, anyone he wanted me to please.

Eddie had two names, now. Sometimes I called him Master Edward to be formal
and very submissive, but there was a certain slyness to it that I was
permitted. He knew he had ownership of my heart, and over the year I had
been his lover I had come to know most of his proclivities. Not all of them
by any means, though. He loved to test my commitment to him. This morning
was one of them. He was opening a new business relationship with Reggie, a
retainer deal to cover certain personal litigation, and decided to seal the
deal in a manner that ensured Reggie understood the equally personal nature
of our services. He was someone we wanted to cultivate for our Firm, and
so, when the discussion was done and some papers signed, he asked him to
come around to his side of the desk and take a seat in the cushy leather
club chair next to the desk. Then he came out to the reception area where I
am queen of the outer office. He touched my short spiky hair with a fond
possessiveness and told me to go in and give Reggie the very best head he
had all week. He told me to think of country houses and tennis courts and
afternoon cocktails and long fast cars in circular drives out front.

I had kept that thought as I walked into the office and fell to my knees in
front of Reggie. He looked at me with a smile of anticipation. I unzipped
him and fished around in his briefs for his penis. It was a nice fat one,
cut, and as I touched him I felt him stiffen. I lowered my head and took
him in my mouth, tasting a drop of pre-cum on my palate. Soon he was fully
erect, and based on his eagerness, I knew that he was going to spew soon. I
kept my lips pressed around him and gave an emphatic thrust of my head,
more assertive than I would normally give Master. But I figured I was doing
Reggie a good turn, and he was not my lover, after all, just a guy with a
hard dick in my mouth. I was doing this for my Master, though I did like
being on my knees. And oh, how I liked the slick silky smooth texture of a
hard cock, and how the reward of a rich ejaculation made me feel
complete. There was something about making a man shudder and cum that
completed a part of me I had always denied.

Eddie brought out the best in me.

I could feel myself stiffen as I thought about Reggie rising toward
orgasm. I smiled around his stiff cock as I thought about the power that my
willing subjugation to had given me. It really was funny that in giving up
control I had actually gained it. I had gained the courage and the serenity
to do what I was told, to not worry about things. To just let Eddie tell me
what was good and let it wash over me like sweet hot salty fluid. By giving
pleasure I became the granter of the gift of ecstasy.

Eddie had trained me well, and once I understood the process, I began to
take a proactive role in it. Or maybe it wasn't so much training as the
opening of all the doors and windows of my mind, letting in the fresh air
and blowing all the cobwebs away. There had definitely been no
force. Everything I had done I had done willingly, from the first time I
went down on him the darkened garage. He always said I could say "no" to
anything, get up off my knees and walk away. Knowing that freedom was
always with me is what made me stay with him. It was very odd at first. He
never stayed over at my apartment. He had stayed most of the night that
first time he came all over my back, marking me as his own. I liked that,
and I had been able to get him hard again, hard enough to fuck me twice
more and to feel his semen on my lips. But then he got up, put on his
trousers and left. I wanted him to hug me. I wanted him to curl around me
in my bed. But it was something that he was reserving for some other time
and some other circumstance.

But what I wanted was irrelevant, and it took me a month to understand. It
was the beginning of my training, though I didn't think of it that way. I
was just completely head-over-heels for him, and there was nothing I would
not do for him. Of course, some of the things I wound up doing for him were
things I would never have thought of, or initiated on my own. So that is
why Eddie called it training.

It did not happen fast. It happened over time. I was moonstruck and jealous
of his time at first, like any new lover. I had to put my physical needs
second to his. That was a bit of a challenge. In the first weeks I craved
him so much that once I failed and jerked myself silly. I had tried no to,
but one morning he called and said something had come up and he couldn't
stop by before work for a blow-job. I was so worked up and so
disappointed. I wound up in the shower, the hot water coursing over me, and
I was so hard that I couldn't not take myself in hand, begin to stroke
myself as I wanted him to do.

I figured it wasn't cheating so long as I didn't cum. I left my face in the
hot water and was lost in the sense of the hot water rolling over me and
the feel of my dick, so rock hard with desire. I didn't hear the key I had
given him turn in the lock on the front door, didn't know he was there
until the glass door on the shower rolled back and he was there, looking
stern. I felt like a complete idiot, my dick in my hand and the man of my
dreams glowering at me in disappointment.

"My plans changed, Rob. And this is how you treat me. With disrespect and
with the idea that you can pleasure yourself without my consent."

"Yes, Sir, yes Master. I'm so sorry." I tried to cover myself in my shame
at my arousal. He turned off the water and told me to kneel down in the
tub. I did so quickly, bowing my head in shame. I heard his zipper open and
I wanted to look up, hoping that he would allow me to suck him and atone
for my failing. Instead, I suddenly felt a warm stream of liquid hit the
back of my neck and arc over my hair and back. The Master was pissing on
me, letting me know just how worthless I was. Then he grabbed the back of
my hair and raised my head to his dick, still spewing a rich yellow
stream. He pissed in my face, the warm liquid splashing off my nose. I have
never felt so humiliated. I had displeased Eddie all for the sake of
feeling my erection and dreaming of release. I realized there would be no
release without complete surrender and I opened my mouth and took him in me
and swallowed as much urine as I could, sealing him in my mouth and
suckling on his flaccid cock until he was done. Then I suckled on him until
there was no more of the bitter coppery-tasting fluid left to get. I
continued to gently suckle on his soft cock until I could feel him rising
in me and I realized I could still please him this time, that I could make
him aroused, that maybe the act of humiliating me made him excited and then
he was fully hard and he began to fuck my face, thrusting in my mouth,
holding onto my ears and twisting them till I wanted to cry out but
couldn't and then he erupted in my mouth, a hard series rich slimy squirts
that mingled with the piss in my throat and belly.

He dropped my ears and turned away. I heard him turn on the faucet in the
sink to wash his hands.

"That was a partial lesson, Rob. I cannot have you deciding when or where
you will have sex. You will have it when I say and no other time. You can
say no, though it will be the last time you say it to me."

"Yes, Master."

"Yes what, Bitch?"

"Yes, Master, you control when and where I will have sex."

"All right then. Any more backsliding on your training and we are
finished. You understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"For your disobedience, you are not permitted to finish your shower. You
may towel off, nothing more. The stink of my piss will stay on you until
you return from work. And I will be here to make sure that it true. I
expect you to wait patiently near the door."

I knew what he meant. He expected me to be nude, waiting on my knees for
him to arrive. Usually I could hear the sound of his steps or the twist of
the key in the lock. If I wasn't in the shower, that is. So it wasn't that
bad. It was going to be a sticky day, though, without rinsing off. I had
made a major mistake, though, and I knew I had to pay for it. I wondered if
I brushed my hair enough I could get it to lay properly, and decided I
needed to get a shorter haircut. And to avoid displeasing my lover.

"Yes, Master."

"Good" he said. "Now get ready for work, you disobedient bitch."

My boot camp continued, each phase or segment having some lesson for
me. Once he brought a new pair of shoes to the apartment, still in their
box. He had me place them on his feet, the odor of his stocking feet making
me stiffen in expectation. Then he had me lick the shiny new shoes, the
taste of fresh leather on my tongue, the edges of the sole crisp and the
smell of leather and wax overwhelming. Thereafter the smell of fresh
leather became a strong means of arousal, and I thought of him each time I
smelled the scent of polish.

For one period, perhaps two weeks, he would come by the apartment in the
evening after work. I would be naked, of course, as he wanted, and I would
serve him a glass of wine and make a little tray of snacks. He then would
sip and run his finger along the curve of my spine. Then he would tell me
to get on my hands and knees in front of the sliding glass door. I would
take the position, looking at my reflection and his behind me in the
room. Facing away from him I could still see everything he would do, eating
an olive, sipping on his wine, looking down at me with that enigmatic
look. Slowly removing his pants, and his briefs. Leaving his socks and
shirt. Approaching me, looking down at me, at my ass offered up to
him. Stroking himself idly, his erection growing with satisfaction in my
submission and silent acceptance.

In time he would kneel and press that gorgeous cock against my asshole,
which I carefully lubricated before his arrival. I wanted his entry to be
easy and pleasant. He would sink himself in me, alternating strokes until
he was buried in me to the hilt. I wanted to roll my head and shout, but I
lowered my face, opening myself to him, until the head of his penis stroked
my prostate. He would then pick up his rhythm, faster and faster until he
shuddered in release. Then he would rest his hands on my back until he
softened and withdrew. My own cock was straining upward against my
belly. Then he would stand and use one of my towels to clean himself, and
quietly pull on his clothes, watching me in my need, and then finish his
wine and leave, closing the door slowly behind him. I would stay there on
my hands and knees, weak with desire, until the phone would ring, and he
released me from my position, warning me not to touch myself.

I will do anything Eddie wants me to do, of course, but I do not want the
sick feeling that comes with a full belly of his urine. So I did not. After
four days of being silently dog-fucked I realized the deprivation of
feeling that came with having my hands and feet frozen in place on the
floor was freeing me to feel completely the sensation of Eddie's cock
pounded into me. They say that the other senses of the blind or deaf become
enhanced, and I felt it happen to me. On that fourth day I broke through
some sort of barrier inside my head. I felt it rising within me as he sawed
into me and I whimpered as I spewed the product of my aching balls in an
arc that jetted onto the carpet and left pearly ropes beneath my heaving
chest. My cock was untouched, the orgasm pure with my need for him and his
pounding in my rectum. I saw stars.

When Eddie was done he told me quietly to lick my semen up off the carpet
and then to clean his cock thoroughly with my tongue. I wept in happiness
at my abasement to his power.

I don't know that my training will ever be complete, because Eddie is a
complex man with a marvelous imagination. There are many more events in my
journey to be utterly his, and of course, there is the culminating event
with Happy Jack in the conference room at The Firm. But that, too, was only
another point in the long journey that brought me to my knees before Reggie
and all the men like him whose seed my Master wants me to swallow. But that
is another chapter of this love story. For now I felt Reggie's need rising,
his urgency clouding his brain, his need connected to my loving tough and
soft palate, and I felt him rise and begin to shoot his sperm into my
mouth, salty and viscous. I greedily swallowed every drop, and suckled on
him gently until he grew soft and I could put him back in his briefs. I
adjusted his package and gently zipped up his trousers.

Reggie stroked my head. "Damn, you are a fine little cocksucker!" he
said. "Where did Eddie find you?"

I licked my lips, enjoying the taste and consistency of his morning jism. I
smiled deferentially. "It just takes a little training, Sir."

I thought Eddie wouldn't mind.