Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:51:36 +0100 From: paul jockboy <paul.jockboy@gmail.com> Subject: 2006 Here is a follow-up to my first encounter with my Master. From July to September 2006, i kept on seeing my Master regularly. He made me do things that i would never have dared. My Master was a patient but demanding instructor. i went from one lesson to another, learning to love having my balls tortured, learning to fear his hurtful twisting of my nipples, longing to suck his cock for the first, dreaming that he would allow to get fucked by him. In late June, my Master took me shopping. He bought me a white Bike jockstrap and a very tight-fitting T-shirt. That evening, i took a picture of me in the jockstrap and e-mailed it to my Master, as he had requested. Two weeks later, my Master told me to come to his place for a long afternoon session. As usual, i stripped as soon as I arrived at his place and knelt in the middle of his playroom. He made me stand. He put a blindfold over my eyes. Then, he tortured my balls, pulling them down and hitting them hard. All along, i was very hard and tried not to moan too loud. He pulled some more on my balls. i realized that he was squeezing my balls and cock to put something around them. It a cockring, the first i had ever worn. He made me then put on some cotton shorts. With the cockring, my balls and cock were sticking out. My package was obscene. He gave me a shirt, made me put my sneakers and off we went. We walked in the middle of Paris, in a very busy street, and then entered a supermarket. Everybody's eyes were on me, this is what i was imagining. My master made me carry all of his shopping all the way back to his place. Back at his place, i stripped obediently. My Master pushed my back on the ground, lubed my ass and started pushing his fingers inside. i was very, very tight, and even taking only 2 fingers was a real torture for me. But at the same time, i was hard and leaking cum. Then, he took the cockring off, made me wear the jockstrap under my cotton shorts, and we left for the nearest gym. My master told me to exercise and showed me some moves. i was very nervous, as i feared that lube could drip down from my asshole onto the white cotton short. What would other gym members think? Luckily, nothing happened. At the end of the gym session, my master made me change in the locker room. In Europe, only homosexuals wear jockstraps to play sexually, and i have never seen anyone in a jockstrap in a locker room. So, i knew that my stripping to my jockstrap, with my white ass sticking out, was raise eyebrows. And i was very ashamed because i think of myself as masculine, and showing my ass like this in public would mean that i was a big, filthy and horny bottom boy. i changes as fast as i could, under the amused look of my Master. We headed back home. Then, i left my master's apartment to get back home. Once again, my Master had denied me from cuming. i had not even been allowed to jerk off. This was very tough, as the only way for me so far to bear things up my ass was to masturbate at the same time. Back home, i wrote to my Master an e-mail where i summarized the day's learnings. Here is a copy of what I wrote to him: - you are a great listener and i can rely on you to guide me - you are experienced and know what you are doing - being at your mercy makes me hard, even only writing about it, Sir - i learnt some parts of our protocol, such as adding Sir to each sentence - i learnt to douche properly - i have started to trust you when you cause me pain, even if i still need your physical reassurance for the moment - i learnt how to work out my biceps - i had my first cockring, i went shopping with it (and no underwear, another first) - i got my first experience of balls torture - i learnt to say "I love myself and I appreciate the way that I am" - i learnt I could get a hug from you at the end of a session you liked This was the biggest session we had that year. Summer came and we each went on vacation. In September, i saw my Master once. Came October, i felt overwhelmed with my work and my twice weekly kickboxing lessons. i was a very bad boy, as i let time slip without trying to contact my Master. He got worried, but all i did was saying that i was busy. This was very selfish of me. Yet, my Master did not give up on me. 2007 would soon come and my master would take to sex parties, to private encounters with other masters, and he would put me through a tough series of tests - all this in the next chapter of my real adventures under Master Lance's orders.