Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2015 00:22:07 +0100
From: Brian Bainbridge <brwainwright@gmx.com>
Subject: From Foot Fun to Master Part VIII

"Insomnia"


	Professionally, people may know me as Rick Michaels, a freelance
journalist and author. The suave and aristocratic looking gentleman, who is
sleeping in the comfortable bed I'm looking at from my bed space on the
floor, is Brian Carter. Some may remember him as a former male model; he is
now a successful attorney. He has been part of my life for the past twenty
years, beginning as my boyfriend, quickly becoming my husband, and becoming
my Master a little over five years ago.

	To be honest, I've got insomnia tonight because I'm stuck on the
plot development in the middle of my latest book in the Ted Elliott: Doctor
Detective series. The series is based on my Grandpa Elliott's life. He
became a father figure to me after my dad died during the Vietnam War when
I was only six months old.

I haven't had writer's block or insomnia in a long time. I'm watching my
Master as he's sleeping so soundly in the hopes that I can follow his
example soon. At one time I would have gotten up and gone into our home
office to work on this, but this is something Master and I have evidently
overlooked in my duties to him. Do I have permission to leave my slave bed
and spend time away from him? I am allowed to get up in the night to use
the slave bathroom down the hall if needed, but this is different. What if
he should get up and needs something, and I am not there to take care of
his needs? I am just not willing to take the risk so that Master would have
to punish me again tonight.

	Earlier this evening, I received a severe spanking with Master's,
flogger, paddle, riding crop, hands, and belt because I overlooked my
duties and forgot to take his tuxedo to the dry cleaners as he told me to
do before he left for work. He will be attending a gubernatorial fund-
raiser in a week and wants it dry-cleaned. I know my punishment was
justified, and at the same time I feel so guilty and ashamed because I
disappointed him.

After the spanking, my punishment continued with corner time. I stood in
the corner of Master's bedroom for almost four hours, while he went out to
dinner with Mark, a potential bottom. My butt is extremely red, blistered,
and hurts so much tonight, that sitting down would be another
punishment. Rather than facing the possibility for further discipline, I
will remain in my sleeping area and try to mentally work out my writing
problem.

	While I look up and watch him sleep, I am in constant awe of how
handsome he really is. His brownish- blonde hair and blue eyes are part of
a chiseled face embedded with an angelic smile and the most beautiful
dimples. His bedroom eyes and pouting lips seduce both men and women, who
will often stare at him, for he is the chosen recipient who has been either
blessed or cursed to have been born with such impeccable beauty. I think of
how many men and women I've noticed over the years that have taken double
looks at him and probably began fantasizing about him only moments later.

	And, twenty years ago, he chose to spend his life with me; how did
I earn this blessing? I look at his handsome face, which for the last few
months has been covered with his first beard. He is so proud of this but
says he will probably shave it off in a few weeks. I am always amazed that
whatever makeover he may choose to do, it only adds to his untarnished good
looks.

His chest is covered with just the right amount of hair-not too hairy and
not too sparse. That beautiful chest was shaved during his brief modeling
career. His muscled legs and arms were developed very young from doing
chores on a family ranch and are now maintained from playing tennis,
racquetball, and occasionally jogging. His stomach and abs are firm and
flat, a result of proper diet and exercise. Even his feet are muscled with
the most sensual looking toes. Models feet are not always shown in ads, but
his feet are so perfect, swimsuit ads usually pictured them. His warm,
loving smile, and perfect teeth add to his already god-like persona.

	His athletic looking body is well toned, and everything is in
proportion to his 6'1" and 205 pounds of masculinity. Even in height, he is
superior to me in towering over my 5'9" and 155 pounds body. If
reincarnation does exist, he must have been the model for Michelangelo's
David because both his looks and his physique are flawless.

Attached to this perfect body, people quickly discover a kind, loving, and
generous man. People taking double looks at him may be amazed that besides
his Hollywood good looks is a brilliant mind, who through a college
scholarship, earned a BA and MBA in finance. Modeling swimsuits and
underwear professionally, provided temporary worldwide fame and also
tuition money for him to finish law school. I look at him all the time and
sometimes still cannot imagine what he ever saw in me.

	Watching him sleep is something I like to do when I have trouble
falling asleep. Sometimes I miss being able to sleep next to him with my
head resting on his chest. Reality then returns and reminds me how
delighted I am to spend the rest of my life in servitude to him. He has
rewarded me with the honor of being his slave. How am I so fortunate to
have received this privilege?  My happiness in life now comes from serving
him and taking care of both his personal and sexual needs.

	I want to announce this to the world; I am a slave. I am Master
Brian Clark's slave, and I'm proud of this!  But, we have always led a
simple and a quiet life, so the world will never know this. The hardest
thing I must now accept is the fact that my Master now openly sleeps with
other men.

	Soon after we met, we had our private commitment ceremony. Shortly
after saying our, I do's, I suspected he was still sleeping with other
men. It was just a gut feeling I had. Spouses, whether they are gay or
straight, just know when this is happening. I then realized that his heart
and love filled my body, and I was willing to overlook this one fault of
his for the beautiful and loving life we shared together.

Now he does not have to hide the fact he will be spending the night with
another man. This is his privilege; he is the Master; he owes me no
explanations. The hardest thing to see is when he and his fuck for the
night walk into his bedroom, and he shuts the door while I spend the night
on the floor in the guestroom. On many of these nights, I have cried myself
to sleep. This is hard to witness, but it is now my reality.

	When Master returned home tonight and gave me permission to leave
corner time, I immediately kneeled and lowered my head to his feet. He sat
on the bed and soon gave me permission to lift up my head and look at
him. He expressed his disappointment in my actions and explained how he
hoped I learned from my mistake. He also told me that after meeting Mark,
he had decided that the two of them lacked the compatibility in Mark
becoming another one of his bottoms. Secretly, I was so excited over this,
but I told Master how sorry I was that this potential relationship didn't
work out.

Now looking at my Master sleeping so soundly, I am suddenly realizing
something I never thought of before. Whenever he speaks of Randy, Dave,
Craig, Mark, or others he has slept with or wants to sleep with, he always
says, "I want to fuck him," or "I love to fuck him." He never says, " I
want to make love."  He always says, " I want to fuck..." He does fuck
them, and then they leave home, his home. And I stay. THEY LEAVE. I DON'T.

 Sometimes after his fuck for the night leaves, he goes off by himself for
a while. Maybe, just maybe, he still has feelings for me as a
husband. Maybe he is experiencing a little guilt. I may have finally
discovered his secret. He still has feelings towards me as both a husband
and as my Master.

	Wow! My shoulders suddenly feel a whole lot lighter than they have
felt in a long time. Master must secretly still be in love with me, as I am
still and will always be in love with him. He loves me. He is still in love
with me; even though, I am now his slave. All of a sudden Master woke up
and noticed I was staring at him.

	"Slave, is something wrong that you're not sleeping? Crawl over
here."

	Moving from the foot of his bed, I now crawl to the side of the bed
and lower my head to the ground in my Submit position. Master looking down
at me then tells me to lift up my head so he can see my face.

	He starts to pat my head like he pats the heads of the dogs. He
then asks me, "What's wrong Slave; did you have trouble sleeping because I
had to punish you?"

	"Yes Master, I'm sorry I let you down. And, I am also having
writers block in trying to work out the events in this new novel."

	"Slave, as I told you earlier, now that you realize your mistake
and have been punished, you are now at a clean slate. Make sure you don't
mess up again, or Master will have to punish you more severely next
time. Now, regarding your writers' block, you haven't had this in
years. What's wrong?"

	"Master, I think I need to start rewriting the story and take it
down a different route, but I'm not sure what to do."

	"You're the writer here, and as your Master and husband, I'm your
biggest fan. Maybe you just need to take a break from it for a few days."

	Showing his concern, I take another look at Master's face, and the
look of concern he has makes me fall in love with him even more, if that's
possible. Yes, I was right; he still loves me.

	"There's the smile on your face that I love to see. Slave, you now
have a glow about you, and it's nice to see. You haven't had that glow in
some time, and your Master is glad that our talk has helped you to get that
glow back."

	Looking in his eyes, I can see his love, and it's his love for
me. I tell him, "Thank you for caring so much for me."

	He then tells me to remain kneeling, and he gets out of his bed. He
bends down and lifts me partially up to him. He gives me a hug and a kiss
on the lips. My heart is now racing faster than a NASCAR driver because I
got a kiss on the lips. Master rarely does this, but he just kissed me on
the lips.

	He then tells me, "Kneel." Still giddy over his kiss, I kneel
proudly. He then adds, "Slave, as you know, I used some of the proceeds
from your last book and bought myself the fishing cabin we both liked. I
think it's time we spend a weekend at my cabin."

	Looking at Master, I ask, "Do you mean leaving in the morning?"

	"Yes, I do. We can leave early in the morning; maybe this may give
you the break you need to get over your writers block. In the morning you
can pack your slave van. Let's get away from the city for the weekend, do
some fishing, and get some fresh air and sunshine."

	"Thank you Master; that sounds like a lot of fun."

"It will be a lot of fun. Now for keeping your Master up this late, get
your slave ass on the floor, put my two big toes in your worthless slave
mouth, and suck on them.

I lift his feet up to my mouth, and he rams his toes down my throat. They
taste delicious.

"And by the way slave, my camp also has a bondage table set up. You have
another payment due on your lifetime loan for my sex toys, and I will
expect a payment this weekend. Now, get busy and suck my toes "