Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 14:05:17 -0500
From: Mike Phillies <civilwarscholar@gmail.com>
Subject: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR 2

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
PART 2

He led me to the middle of the room and used the reins to tether me to a
stout pole that supported an overhead beam. He addressed me in a stern
tone. "Be quiet and stay put, slave. I'll be back in a moment. Take a look
at your surroundings." He went back upstairs. It took my eyes a moment to
adjust to my new environment. The basement was cool and dimly lit.

I got a quick visual lesson about what comprised a dominant's dungeon. In
one corner of the room next to the stairs stood a simple metal-frame bed
and night stand adjacent to a cubicle that I later learned contained a
small stall shower, a toilet, a sink, and essential toiletries. One wall of
the room featured an array of restraints hung from hooks: Numerous sets of
handcuffs, shackles, and coils of rope.  A second wall was decorated with a
variety of medieval-looking implements that I took to be gags and muzzles
to silence the mouths of submissives; by appearances, cruelly, if need
be. The third wall housed paddles, whips, and other spanking and punishment
tools. Three large wooden X-framed crosses were mounted on the fourth wall,
each with shackles obviously intended for wrists and ankles. The middle of
the room featured two spanking stations: An antique-looking pillory with
openings for a captive's wrists and neck and a padded spanking bench.

I stood perfectly still in enforced silence and wondered about the
predicament I had gotten myself into. It was then that I realized the
appropriateness of his mocking comment: "Be careful what you wish for." But
my submissive desires again betrayed my better judgment; even though I was
frightened about what lay ahead, there was no concealing the full erection
my cock had once again developed.

He returned with several bottles of water. He loosened the reins attaching
me to the pole and turned me around. I was greatly relieved as the
handcuffs were removed from my wrists and the ball gag was unbuckled,
freeing my mouth and relieving my aching jaw.

"Turn around." I obeyed and instinctively assumed the inspection position
without needing to be prompted. This sign of subservience obviously pleased
him; he smiled almost benignly and nodded his approval. I was handed a
bottle of water and was told to drink it. I did not realize how parched I
had become from wearing the gag and quickly drained the bottle before
handing it to back to him and resuming the expected posture.

He looked at the erection tenting my boxers and smiled. "It seems that your
boy-cock is sending me a loud and clear message. A boy's naughty mouth can
lie, but his naughty boy-cock never does. Shall I get to work on my captive
college boy?"

"Yes, Master," I whispered. I was his; there was no use denying it.

"Will anyone at home miss you tonight?"

"No, Master," I replied.

"Good boy. Here's what I have in mind for you. I am going to paddle your
ass and discipline and tame that naughty boy-cock of yours. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied. I by now was realizing that the edging and milking
of my cock was something I really needed and wanted and was eager to
experience.

"Very well. I will then complete the process of dominating you by teaching
my boy how to orally service his Master. If you are an eager and obedient
slave, I will then bed you down for the night and send you home in the
morning a much more disciplined and respectful boy.  Understood?"

I was mortified by the thought of taking him in my mouth; oral service was
something that had been taken off the agenda when I agreed to report to
him. "But Sir?We had agreed?"

He cut off my protests by slapping my face, abruptly and hard. "Shut the
fuck up. You have tried to top me from the bottom for the last time,
college boy. We do this my way, or you leave now. I will keep your clothing
as punishment and you will have to drive home naked, but that will be the
end of it. Or you drive home tomorrow morning greatly satisfied and a
better person for your time spent under my control. The choice is yours."

I pondered a long moment. There was no one home; leaving my clothing behind
was an inconvenience that would only become an issue if my car was pulled
over, so his threat was not much of a threat at all?

And?I truly wanted him to dominate me. I was falling victim to my secret
desire to be dominated by a stern, controlling, older man. He had been
right all along: "You cannot deny what you are and wish to be?I know what
you want and need." I was trapped, and we both knew it.

I looked down at my rock-hard cock, so desperate for release, just as my
pent-up desires desperately needed to be liberated and satisfied?They were
different from anyone else's that I knew, but I could not help that?

It was like he was reading my mind: "I know, boy. I deal with a lot of boys
like you. Why do you think I run that ad? Because no one ever answers it?"

My voice was a muted whisper. "I know why, Sir. Because boys like me want
what you do and need it."

"Yes, slave." He was smiling again. "Now, decide. As I said, the choice is
yours."

Once again, I succumbed to my repressed desires and my rigid cock. I
swallowed hard and said it. "Yes, Master. I am your boy for the night."

"And you need and deserve what I am going to do to you?"

I looked down in shame, almost overwhelmed with humiliation?and desire.

"Yes, Master," I whispered.

He put his hand on my cheeks, raised my head, and puckered my mouth. He
looked me in the eye, nodded, and playfully tousled my black wavy hair with
his other hand. "Good boy. I know you must do it. That's why you are
here. I will get to work now."

"Yes, Sir," I slurred.

He released my mouth and snapped his fingers and I assumed the pose. He
looked down and once again snapped the waistband of my boxers against my
skin. "Time for me to take care of these foolish things once and for
all. What were you instructed to have on underneath?"

"Briefs, Master."

"Do these underpants meet the standard?"

"No, Master."

"Then strip 'em off, and hand 'em over. I have use for them. The socks
also."

I quickly complied and got back into position. For the first time my body
was fully naked before my captor and my erect cock was in full view,
twitching and pulsing slightly as it saluted him.

He held the discarded boxers in his hands and began compressing them into a
ball. "You disobeyed my orders, and you have admitted it. I want my slaves
in modest, boyish briefs, and you were too proud to comply. So, since you
wanted to wear these boxers so much, I will allow you to wear them, but as
I choose and in a way that will humiliate and humble you. Open wide."

I dreaded what he was about to do to me, but had no choice; after all, I
had agreed to stay. I opened up as wide as I could.

He worked hard and I grunted involuntarily as he stuffed my mouth with my
underpants, packing me so full so that by the time he had finished only the
elastic waistband - still proudly proclaiming the AE brand - protruded from
my lips. I blushed with embarrassment - yes, being gagged with one's own
underpants is supremely humiliating - and he laughed out loud at my
discomfort.

He finished off the gag by taking a length of narrow rope, centering it
directly over the fabric in and outside my mouth, looping it twice around
my head, and tying it tighty behind my neck. I would not be making a sound,
with my mouth packed full and secured like that?

He proudly surveyed his handiwork and smiled and winked at me. "Next time,
wear the briefs as instructed, college boy."

I nodded glumly. "Now, let's get you good and spanked." He pointed to the
pillory. "Get over there, slave."

I quickly scampered to my station. He unlatched the top plank and raised
it. "Wrists and neck. You are a college boy and are educated; you can see
where they go. Put them in place."

I bent over at the waist to get into position, and the top plank was
brought back down and latched, imprisoning my head and wrists and putting
my ass in an exposed and vulnerable posture. He went behind me and used a
spreader bar and shackles to position my feet about 12 inches apart and
keep my lower body immobilized.

I watched as he went to the wall displaying the spanking implements. He
took his time making his selection, picking out several items and slapping
them into his palm and then putting them back in place, allowing the
anticipation and fear in me to build. My eyes went wide when he settled
upon a large polished wooden paddle and approached me with it.

"When we were upstairs I belted your sorry ass over your underwear. This
time, let's try a harder surface on a bared ass to make a more lasting
impression." He stood beside my rear end and continued to build the
anticipation for my impending spanking by gently massaging the
now-quivering skin of my buttocks in a slow circular motion with the
smooth, cool wooden surface of the paddle. "Once I begin paddling my
naughty college boy, I want to hear him count the strokes through the gag
stuffing his insolent mouth. Work real hard at that, slave, and there will
be fewer blows for you to endure."

He withdrew the paddle, and I held my breath. He reached down and grasped
my erect shaft, causing me to gasp inaudibly as my cock twitched and
throbbed in his hand. I closed my eyes and steadied myself?

The first blow really stung and sounded like a gunshot; I winced in pain
and counter out "One" as best I could through my gag. Each successive blow
increased the sting and I was close to both crying and ejaculating when he
stopped after I had counted twenty.

He returned the paddle as I slumped and went limp in the pillory. The
spreader bar was removed from my ankles and the plank unlatched and
raised. He grabbed a fistful of my mop of hair and forcibly stood me
up. Despite the lingering burning in my cheeks and the tears in the corners
of my eyes, I knew to immediately assume the inspection posture.

"Good boy. Learning fast." He nodded his approval. "The slave's spanking is
complete, and he endured it well. Let me attend to my slave for a moment."
He turned me around and untied the cord at the back of my neck and removed
it. He then turned me back around to face him. I suddenly realized how much
my jaws ached from having been forced wide open by the fabric stuffing my
mouth. He took hold of the spit-soaked underwear and slowly pulled them
out. Relieved, I whispered, "Thank you, Sir." He quieted me by putting a
finger to my lips.

"Be silent, college boy." I nodded. He produced a bottle of water and put
it to my lips. I was parched and eagerly drained the bottle.

"Are you going to remain quiet for me, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied softly.

He smiled at me and again playfully tousled my hair. "I know you are,
college boy," he said with a wink. He gripped my right ear between two of
his fingers and led me to the station where the array of gags and muzzles
was displayed. I did not want to watch and lowered my head as he began
sorting through his inventory.

"Head up," I was instructed.  I obeyed and saw that he had selected a
device featuring a leather strap and a harsh-looking metal bit.

"Please, Sir." I looked at the gag and swallowed hard.  The bit was
wedge-shaped and large and would be very unforgiving. I spoke as softly as
I could. "I don't need that. I promise to be quiet."

"Enough talking. I have these tools for a reason. Naughty mouths like yours
require the discipline of a gag. Hands to the side, and open up." His voice
was stern and forceful. I closed my eyes and obeyed. The cold metal bit was
inserted in my mouth and the gag was expertly secured by cinching the strap
tightly behind my head and buckling it into place.

"Look at me." I opened my eyes. He took notice of my discomfort and nodded
and smirked. I watched in silence as he reached down and took firm hold of
my semi-rigid cock. I felt my shaft immediately come to attention and pulse
and throb in his hand.

"Now that your mouth has been disciplined, let's attend to this naughty
boy-cock of yours and discipline and tame it and put it in its proper
place." Using my now-erect shaft as a leash, he marched me to one of the
wooden X-frames and positioned me against it.

My wrists and ankles were secured by shackles and he used a leather strap
tightly cinched around my waist to lock me in place. I was now gagged and
spread-eagled on the wooden frame and completely immobilized with my
erection jutting straight ahead.

My eyes went wide as he produced latex gloves and a tube of lubricant. He
had a cruel smile on his face as a gloved and lubed hand took gentle hold
of my twitching shaft. It jerked spasmodically in his hand and I began to
squirm.

He winked at me. He set an alarm on his watch. "Thirty minutes of edging
for your naughty boy-cock, and then I milk you down."

The next thirty minutes were agonizing.  He expertly stroked and
manipulated and fingered my slippery shaft, causing it to jerk and throb
and twitch. When my muffled pleas and pulsing cock and writhing body
signaled that I was ready to burst and climax, he would remove his hand and
slap my prick and pinch my nipples and then resume tormenting my cock. I
alternated between desperately hoping the thirty minutes would elapse and
wishing that the time would never pass.

The timer finally went off on his watch and he stroked me hard past the
point of no return. I was dripping sweat and my entire body convulsed and
shuddered as I erupted and broke and splattered into his gloved hand.

Completely spent, I went limp and slumped against my bonds. He removed my
restraints and I dropped to my knees in exhaustion before him, positioning
me exactly as he wanted to complete his domination of his captive. He
unbuckled the gag and removed the bit from my mouth. "Clean it up, boy," he
ordered, as he forced me to lick my still-warm ejaculate from his gloved
hand.

He worked fast and unbuckled his jeans and lowered them and his briefs. A
large, erect cock sprang free in front of my face. I had been completely
subdued; his ownership and domination of my cock and control of my orgasm
ensured that I would be docile and compliant. I offered no resistance as he
puckered my lips, opening my mouth. He slid his shaft in, grabbed a handful
of my hair, and deliberately and methodically fucked my mouth. Seconds
before he came, he withdrew his cock and erupted onto my face.

"College boy just got christened. Hope you enjoyed your first facial," he
growled. "I have marked you as my own. Now clean it up."

I dutifully complied, collecting his salty fluid in my hand and licking it
off.

"Good boy. Stand up."

He assisted me none too gently by taking a handful of my hair and pulling
me upward. Weary and utterly broken, I managed to assume the expected pose.

He pointed to the cubicle next to the bed. "Get in there and clean yourself
up. You have ten minutes to use the bathroom, shower, and brush your
teeth. Move!" He shoved me in the proper direction and hurried me along by
slapping my still-sore behind.

With that, he left. I quickly entered the cubicle, showered myself clean,
toweled my body dry, and brushed my teeth. I knew to be standing beside the
bed in the captive position when he returned.

He had an alarm clock and several more bottles of water. I was permitted to
drink until I had quenched my thirst as he went to the wall and picked out
another ball gag.

The clock and gag were placed on the night stand next to the bed with the
remaining bottles of water. "Time to bed you down, college boy," he
said. "The alarm is set for 6:30. When I come back down here at 7:00 sharp,
you had better be freshly showered, properly gagged, and standing at
attention. You will sleep naked. If all is in order, I will return your
clothing and you will be sent on your way. Any questions?"

"No, Sir," I obediently replied.

He pointed to the bed. "In you go."

I pulled down the white cotton sheet, climbed into the bed, and covered
myself. He left without another word. The lights went out after I heard him
go upstairs and close and lock the door behind him. The sheets were crisp
and cool against my skin, and I succumbed to complete exhaustion and
quickly drifted off into a deep and comfortable sleep.

The alarm jolted me awake at 6:30. I jumped out of bed, used the bathroom,
showered, dried off, and brushed my teeth. I knew better than to disobey
the expected protocol; I had strapped the gag in my mouth and was standing
at attention in the inspection posture when he came back down at 7:00 as
promised.

I cringed as I felt my cock spring to life and begin to stiffen as he
looked me over, up and down. He smiled knowingly as he noticed my cock's
reaction to his presence. He nodded his approval and placed my shoes and
clothing - including my socks and AE boxer shorts, all of which he had
laundered and dried - on the nightstand. I was ordered to get dressed. I
quickly complied and resumed the expected position.

"Remove the gag." I did so and put it on the nightstand.

"You have done very well. Take the gag with you. Your phone and keys are
where you left them when you arrived. Pick them up on your way out. Drive
safely. And if you feel the need to re-learn any of last night's lessons -
hardly the type of lessons you learn in college - You know how to contact
me. Be sure you strip naked and strap on the gag before you begin any
communication with me. But if you do contact me again" - he paused, smiled
benevolently at me, and winked - "Just be careful what you wish for."

I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," I
replied with conviction. He pointed at the stairs; I picked up the gag,
climbed the stairs, collected my things on the way out, and got in my car
and drove home. I took my time and it was actually a pleasant drive; on the
entire trip home I felt a sense of relief and release and, yes, an inner
peace?

EPILOGE

I had thought long and hard about what my Master had termed "lessons." (I
had not decided if I would see him again, but I certainly was not ruling it
out. I realized I had undergone a catharsis of sorts from my experience
with him that night. He had tapped into desires I did not fully know I had,
and I was slowly beginning to realize that I needed to release myself from
the twin constraints of shame and embarrassment and accept myself for who
and what I was. I thought often about what he had said: "You cannot deny
what you are and wish to be."

I suppose that was what my Master had meant when he remarked I would be a
better person when I left him?

THE END