Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 02:42:33 -0500
From: controlone <controlone@adelphia.net>
Subject: How I Got Under Your Skin

How I Got Under Your Skin

Controlone


We met one dark night in a loud gay bar just outside Miami.  I came to
visit you a week later.

You were sitting in a chair in your living room watching TV; some insipid
program about other people's lives, movie stars, pretty people.  It was a
hot, humid Saturday night in June; you had the A/C on low.  You were
sitting there in a blue pocket t-shirt, light tan rowing shorts, and white
tube socks.  Your curly light brown hair was damp around the edges and
rolled over your ears.  You stared blankly at the TV as I moved behind your
chair.

You didn't realize I was there until I spoke.  I said, "Do not move.  Don't
turn around."  And your brain went wild.  You wanted to jump out of that
chair and kick my ass, but something told you to stay put.

I got right behind you and said, "Stand up pup."

You started to speak and I said, "Not a word pup."

Again your naturally dominant nature was straining at the seams.  That
night in the bar I had laid the groundwork for this meeting.  You were
deeply hypnotized before you knew what was going on.  I had decided to open
your mind and set you free.  You're probably wondering why I chose you.
There were a couple reasons.  First, I overheard you mocking an effeminate
callboy.  That got me interested; then there was your face and your body.
I guessed you were in your early thirties though you looked no more than
twenty-five; the experience in your face gave your true age away; your six
foot frame was tight and lean with just the right musculature, not one of
those overgrown, muscle-bound, gym addicts; you were probably a runner who
hit the weights four or five times a week.  You were handsome without being
pretty and had the kind of rough edges I loved to work on, sand down, and
make perfect.  When you were under I interviewed you.  You'd spent years
building up walls and barriers; you were such a manly man that you didn't
realize how much you were missing; how much of your nature was going
hungry; how really unhappy you were.  You identified yourself as a TOP,
only a TOP.  No man had ever, would ever fuck you.  No man had ever put a
finger in your ass. You didn't even like to be kissed.  You were so cute
and so fucked up.  I gave you a series of suggestions; simple suggestions
that would begin to tear down those walls, and free up the lonely guy
inside.  That was a week ago and I could tell you were ready.

I pushed you forward, three feet in front of the chair and moved behind
you.  I told you not to turn around, not to look at me.  Then I took out
the small blindfold.  It was only an elastic strap and two plastic cups
that fit exactly over your eyelids.  That way I could still see your whole
face and your hair.  The only thing I couldn't see was your pretty blue
eyes, but I'd spent time staring into them that night at the bar so I had
them committed to memory.  As I stood behind you I inclined my head and
kissed your neck.  I put my left hand around you and lightly rubbed your
left nipple with the palm of my hand through your shirt; with my right hand
I reached under your shirt and ran my palm lightly over the fuzz on your
belly.  I nibbled on your neck and nuzzled your hair.  You moaned a bit.

I said, "Not a sound pup.  You can speak when I tell you and not one second
sooner."

I walked you slowly over to the thermostat.  I told you to reach out and
turn off the A/C.  I wanted you hot and wet.

Then I pulled you closer to my body.  You could tell I was wearing a long
sleeve dress shirt and dress pants.  Your hands reached behind you and I
let them lightly touch my clothing so long as they made no attempt to push
or grab onto anything.  You seemed to know not to be too aggressive.

I said, "On your knees pup."

And once more your mind was speeding a mile a minute.  You wanted to turn
around.  You wanted to grab me.  You were definitely getting hot and your
natural instinct was to take over, to control what was going on.  But your
mind had been taking down its defenses for a week, removing all the
barriers.  Gradually day by day, without actually knowing why, you had
begun to question your need for dominance; the reasons you could never let
go; how you had been hurt in the past, by your father leaving when you were
fifteen, by your best friend who'd been revolted at your gayness.  So you
rebelled against your "nature."  If you had to be gay; if your dick was
only going to get hard for men; then you'd be damn sure you were always on
top; you had to be a man's man; submission was for fairies and fags, and so
was kissing and love and warmth.

Enter me.

So slowly you went down on your knees.  You hated it, but you did it...
you obeyed.  Then you reached for my belt.

I hit your hand away, grabbed your jaw, tilted your face up, and said, "You
don't touch pup.  You don't move pup.  You don't do a thing till you are
told.  Soon pup, you won't breathe without my permission."

You looked very confused so I said, "Pup, I want you to put your left cheek
up against the front of my pants, over my zipper, and I want you to caress
my crotch gently with the side of your face."

And you put your face against my pants and you moved it back and forth,
barely grazing the material.  I reached down with my thumb and rubbed it
around you lips.  You opened your mouth.  I reached under your chin and
closed your jaw.  I went back to tracing your lips, as you continued to rub
my crotch.

I said, "Can you feel my cock through the material pup?  It's hard for you.
If you are very good pup, you may get to touch it, but only if you are
very, very good."

Then I pushed my thumb between your lips.  You kept your teeth together.
You were learning!  I moved my thumb back and forth around your teeth and
then I pushed it between them.  You opened wide and stuck out your tongue.
I could tell you were a fast learner; and my dick jumped; it lurched
forward for you and grew that last very special inch.  You see as a
controller I have mastery over my body.  My hard cock is ten inches, but
for special men (and once in a while even special women) I'll let it grow
that extra inch.  I can expand its girth by almost as much.  It's the
result of years of training and exercise.  Controllers must have total
control over every aspect of their bodies and their sex, only then are they
free to explore the limits of what can be.  We learn control to ultimately
be able to lose it entirely.  You may not understand that yet, but some day
you will, and it will be the happiest day of your life.

I moved my thumb into your mouth and with gentle pressure from the rest of
my hand you knew to close it and then to play with my thumb.  You did very
well.  You swirled your tongue all around; you filled your mouth with spit,
then swallowed it all down and sucked my thumb dry.

I put my hands under your arms and pulled you off the floor.  Once again I
got behind you and sucked on your neck.  You could feel the sharp points on
the gold pieces I wear in each ear; not actually earrings they are heavy
wires through each lobe, bent at the hole, the ends cross and remain
unfinished in points (shaped like the Greek letter alpha; they look like a
fish with the tail open).  They tickled and pinched as I dragged then
around your neck.  I pulled you to me hard so that you could feel the
stainless captive rings I have through each nipple.  Your tongue would come
to know them very well, long before your eyes ever saw them.

I began to slowly roll your t-shirt up your torso, as I sucked you neck
harder and bit your ears.  Once the shirt was above your nipples I rubbed
them with the palms of my hands till they were hard.

I whispered, "I want these both pierced pup.  Small rings to tell the world
that you belong to me."

I could feel you begin to tremble.  I pulled off the t-shirt and threw it
across the room.  Your pits were getting good and wet.  I said, "From now
on pup, no more scented soaps, no more deodorant sticks, no more cologne or
aftershave.  I want you to smell like you, like the man you are.  If you
think you stink then take a shower, but plain unscented soap.  When I enter
the room I want to be able to smell you there, and when you're hot and wet
with man-sweat I want to smell that too, and even when you're drenched in
fear sweat for having disobeyed me; I want to smell that too.  And pup, if
you are in a room, any room, in any building, anywhere, and I walk in I
will know that you are there. I will sense that you are there.  I will
smell that you are there."

And as I held you to me and palmed your nips and nuzzled your neck I said,
"From now on when you are in this apartment, I want you naked, nude,
undressed, no clothes, no shoes, no socks... naked.  The minute you walk
through that door I want you to take ever stitch of clothing off your body
and fast pup.  You never know; I may be in the room, and if you are slow at
stripping down I may just get up and leave.  Do you understand pup?"

And you shook your head yes.  Like I said, you were a natural.  I didn't
even have to tell you not to speak.  You just knew.

I went on, "And no more air conditioning pup.  When it's hot I want you
sweating.  Pup, I want you hot and wet and horny all the time, day and
night... and the hotter and sweatier you get, the hornier you'll get,
thinking about me.  Because you're going to hate me pup.  You're going to
love me and hate me.  Love me for setting you free; love me for giving you
the best sex, the hottest orgasms, the longest orgasms, the hardest cock,
the fastest recovery time, you've ever known.  You're going to love me pup.
And you're going to hate me pup; hate me for making you want me all the
time, day and night; hate me for not being here, with you, in you, all day
and all night; hate me for making you love me."

And I slowly pulled your shorts over your straining cock.  You had on big
grey plaid boxer shorts, so I also pulled them down over your hard cock and
continued your lesson as I pushed them down to the floor and over your
feet.

I said, "Now pup, no more boxer shorts, no more shorts at all.  I want you
to buy a dozen pair of jock straps, one half size too large for your big
nine inch dick.  You'll need that extra room for the harnesses.  You're
going to get a large assortment of harnesses.  Pup, I want your cock and
balls in training any time I'm not here.  I want your balls separated and
pulled down below your prick; and I want your dick tightly bound at the
root.  It will keep you hard; it will remind you all the time that you
belong to me; that you are mine body and soul.  And I want you to be proud
of your hard cock.  Sure it's going to show through your pants pup, but
that's a good thing.  The men and women at your office are going to drool
all over your hard pulsing cock.  They'll pretend not to notice it, but you
can bet your ass... actually that's my ass pup... that the men are all
going to be jealous and the women are going to be wondering what that hard
prick would feel like sliding up their pussies.  And that's not all pup.  I
want you to buy a bunch of butt plugs.  You can start small for the first
week or so, but I want you wearing a good sized plug any time you leave
this apartment AND I want you to wear a vibrating plug at least three days
a week, and when you're wearing it, I want it on every other hour for an
hour.  Sure it will get you good and hard and drooling.  But pup, that's
exactly the way I want you.  If you don't want to mess your jock you can
wear a condom for that hour when your plug is buzzing your prostate.  But
pup, when the hour's over and it's time for you to run to the john and turn
it off, I want that condom... can you guess where... go ahead you can
answer me."

And sheepishly, like a little boy you said, "You want it in my mouth?"

Like I said you were way ahead of me, anticipating my thoughts, like we'd
done this before, over and over.

I said, "That's right pup.  When you take that spoogy condom off it goes
into your mouth for you to munch on till it's time to run back to the john
and what?"

And you answered, "Turn the plug back on?"

I said, "And????"

You answered, "And put the condom back on my cock."

I put both arms around you and gave you a giant hug.  Then I turned you
around to face me and I crushed your lips to my own.  I opened your lips
with my tongue and pushed it between your teeth.  You almost tried to put
your tongue into my mouth, but I drew back slightly and you immediately
pulled your tongue back into your mouth and let me take control of the
kiss.  I sucked your mouth and drank its contents.  I put may hands behind
your head and kissed you like you'd never been kissed before.  And you let
me.  And when I stopped and pulled back you whimpered and stuck out your
lip.  It was so damn cute that I kissed you again.  It was not right.  I
had really jumped the gun on the kiss, but you were doing so well, you were
learning so fast, you were understanding that to be submissive is very
freeing, it's letting go, it's throwing caution to the four winds and
giving in to what's purely animal in you.

When I finished the second kiss I bent down and took off your socks.  You
were completely naked, the way I'd wanted you from the moment I saw you in
that bar; the night I chose you.

I pulled you over to the big chair and brought you onto my lap.  I put your
arms at your sides to indicate that I wanted you to be still.  Your cock
was standing up jumping and dripping.  I took my index finger and starting
at your balls I traced straight up the midline, up to the root of your
prick then up the shaft to the swollen glans, then to the pisshole where I
traced around in circles.  You almost came.  You held yourself perfectly
still and stiffened all your muscles.  You were sweating like a racehorse;
my lap was already soaking wet from your sweaty ass.  It had to be
ninety-five degrees with close to one hundred percent humidity; you could
cut the air with a knife.  Your breathing was ragged.  I left your dick
alone and traced around your nipples for several minutes.  Your whole body
danced on my lap as I played with your nips.  They were hard as rubber,
sticking straight out; so I grabbed the left nip and as I squeezed it I
pulled it straight out.  You held your breath.  I squeezed it hard and you
grimaced. I pulled it way out and you began to grit your teeth; then I let
it go and it snapped back into place all red and purple; then I went for
the right nip and you did an instant replay of reactions.  I leaned in and
lapped at your nip; you gasped and sucked in air.  I made you lift your
arms.  Boy did you stink!  You were really, really sweating; warm, very
warm, man sweat; you smelled like a bag full of jock straps in a hot locker
room.  As you held your arms out the sweat began to dribble down your
sides.  I traced the wet trails with my finger and tasted it... very salty,
very sweet.  I arranged the hair in your pits.  It was all wet and matted.
I pulled it; straightened it; till it was all standing out; then I moved
the strands around till the hair fanned out, individually and straight.
You kept shuddering.  I did the same for your other pit.  Then I used one
finger to play with the standing pit hair.  I lightly pushed it back and
forth; your whole body shook and the sweat kept beading up at the very ends
of your pit hair.  I leaned in and caught a few drops on my tongue.  You
felt my hot breath in your armpit and your cock almost exploded.  I pulled
back and swallowed your sweat.  You wiggled and started to laugh.

I said, "Not a sound pup.  Don't go spoiling a perfect beginning by losing
control."

You pulled yourself to strict attention, and I began to rub my hand between
your fuzzy wet thighs.  You shuddered and got goose bumps head to toe.  I
left my hand between your legs and let my fingers brush you ball sac.  You
jumped and burped two big gobs of spunk out of your piss lips.  Your belly
and abs were covered in cockscum from where your overheated prick had been
bouncing against your stomach.

I said, "Time to go into the bedroom pup."

You jumped off my very wet lap and stood at attention.  You waited until I
had my hand at the back of your neck and you let me guide you out of the
living room past the study and into the bedroom.  The room had bookcases
and a desk with a PC and end tables and a trunk at the end of the bed and a
rowing machine and some free weights and an armoire and a closet and a big
dresser and finally the door to the bathroom.

I said, "Pup this room needs a major make over.  Almost everything goes.
The desk, the bookcases, the armoire, the trunk, the gym equipment, and
you'll need a different bed one with four wooden or metal posts so you can
be properly restrained.  Pup, you need to make this into our room; the room
where I use you.  I want it to look like it's ready and waiting for me to
come and work you like the pup you are.  Do you understand?"

And you nodded yes.

I went on.  "From now on when you make up the bed, underneath the cotton
sheet should be a rubber sheet; otherwise you'll have to get rid of the
mattress after every one of my visits.  Pup, I plan to leave you leaking
cum and asslube and sweat and piss every time.  Even when I'm not here I
don't want any of these blankets or covers.  You don't need them; you sleep
nude on top of one sheet over the rubber mattress cover.  That will be
plenty, with no A/C you should be hot and sweaty most of the time.  If you
get cold turn up the heat till you're all hot and wet, the way I like you.
As for the rest of this furniture and the books; put them somewhere else.
This room is for man sex... period.  It's for when I'm here and you are in
my arms and I am teaching you about your tits or your prick or your ass or
your mouth or the limits of your control.  It's for when I'm fucking you
and you're screaming for more; it's for you to plead for me to take you
hard and fast; it's for you to beg to come. When you're in this room I want
you thinking about sex every second.  I want you hot and hard and leaking
every moment and if I come over and you're not all hot and wet and ready,
well then pup I will turn right around and leave.  Do you understand?"

And you nodded yes.

I pulled you over to the bed and pushed you onto your stomach.


As I continued to speak I traced your ass crack with my right index
finger. "Now pup, I want you to get a good assortment of dildoes and tit
clamps and handcuffs and rope and a few belts and a whip and a whole bunch
of B&D videos.  The one thing that's missing from this room is a TV with a
VCR and DVD player; you also need a video camera.  Pup, when I'm not here
you are to be doing your homework.  I want you to study those B&D movies.
I want you to copy everything you see.  While you watch I want you fucking
your ass with a dildo and taking notes in a notebook so you can show me
what you saw and what you learned.  I want you to tape yourself fucking
your asshole with your fingers or the dildo or a cucumber; And I want
sound, lots and lots of your sounds, And a running commentary.  I want to
know what you're feeling every second; what you're feeling in your asshole;
what you're feeling in your prick; and what you're thinking.  I want to
know what you're thinking the very instant you think it.

Pup, I want to know dates and times.  I want you to keep a log of each new
thing you try, anything you may have seen in a film or a video.  And pup, I
want you to practice tying yourself up.  If you need some help go to the
closest gay bar and find the most submissive bottomboy in the place; then
beg him to come home with you and show you the most degrading things that
have ever been done to him.  Then you take notes and you try as much as you
possibly can.  For now I will give you my permission to come once a week;
let's say Saturday night at ten exactly.  Now pup if you miss that ten
O'clock time you will have to wait till the next week.  Other than that I
expect you to keep yourself ready to fire 24-7, BUT don't you dare come
without my permission unless it's ten on Saturday.  You fuck up and I'm out
of your life.

But hear me pup.  I want you to continue your life; go out with your
friends; the dress rules always apply, but that shouldn't cause you any
trouble.  It will make your friends curious about this new, interesting
you.  Tell them what you please.  And date if it pleases you.  If you want
you can go out with a different guy every night.  JUST OBEY THE RULES.  You
can play with them; suck them off; let them fuck you; but unless it's ten
on Saturday YOU DO NOT COME.  Have all the fun you want, just play by my
rules TO THE LETTER.  And when you're in this house, the clothes are gone.
If you have to answer the door or if you have a friend over you can get a
bathrobe pup.  BUT the robe must be lightweight, no terrycloth, and it
cannot be lower than your knees, and I want you to keep it open at the
chest so you can see those nipples and the tit rings you're going to get
when you have them pierced, and no belt, just a narrow tie around, and tie
it once around the waist.  I want you ALWAYS almost naked when you're in
this apartment; our meeting place.  So when someone's here you can cover
only what has to be covered, and the very second they leave, the robe gets
tossed.  Soon you're going to hate clothes; you're going to want to be
naked all the time, naked, hard as stone, dripping, hoping I'll be walking
through that door any minute to take your ass.

Now pup do not worry about going out, or your busy schedule.  I know
everything about you; where you are and what you're doing.  If I plan to
see you I will.  If you're out with friends or at a party I'll come and get
you.  You needn't ever cancel your fun waiting for me to show up.  Besides,
I may just be waiting for you at a bar or a party where I know that you are
expected.  So you see pup I want you to have a full, active life, more
active and freer than it's ever been BUT YOU MUST LIVE BY MY RULES.  Do you
understand all of this?  Do you understand?"

And you shook your head yes into the pillow as I continued to trace your
asscrack.

Then I undressed and crawled up next to you on the bed.  As soon as you
felt my naked skin you got very excited.  You started to move and I had to
give you a good slap on the ass.

I said, "You stay perfectly still.  You do not move without permission pup.
Are we clear?"

And you shook your head.  I pulled you onto your side and pushed myself
next to you.  I knew how much you wanted to feel my body; to touch my
muscles; to feel the definition I spend hours to maintain.  You could feel
the hair on my chest against your back and my eleven inch prick up against
your ass, and the hair on my legs as it played with the backs of your legs.
Your right hand was at your side, away from the bed and it was inches away
from my body.  I could see your hand trembling, but I had to remain strong.
So I kneeled on the bed and turned you toward me.  I curled you up a bit so
that as I looked down on you, you were facing me, bent at your middle,
knees bent and legs up towards your body.  You were almost curled up in
front of me.  I took your free hand and moved it up and down the insides of
my thighs.  I watched as the goose bumps rose on your arms and chest and
your face got very red.

I said, "Tell me what you're thinking."

You began, "Please let me touch you.  Please let me hold you.  Please let
me suck your cock and kiss your lips, please, please.  I'm so damn hard and
so damn hot.  I'm so close to coming that I've almost lost it four of five
times.  If you touched my dick right now I'd come till I ran dry.  Please
let me come.  If you want... if you wouldn't mind... could you... would
you please fuck me."

I answered, "Pup, I'd like nothing more that to give in to you; to fuck you
and let you come.  But it would ruin everything.  You're just beginning to
figure things out pup.  If you let me teach you, I can give you a world of
pleasure, more than you can imagine, but first you have to learn control,
once you learn control you can hold onto it or release it at will; you will
be able to do anything, be anyone, know everything. And when the time is
right I will fuck you.  I'll fuck you till you cry from joy.  I'll fuck you
till you can think of nothing else night and day, nothing except how full
and wonderful you feel with my prick up your ass and how empty and desolate
you feel when my cock isn't jammed deep in your guts."

You said, `Please can't I learn more next time.  Please can't I come now
and learn more tomorrow.  I promise to do everything you've told me; change
my life; change my habits; do whatever you want me to do.  I swear I will."

I had to laugh, "Did you hear yourself pup?  You'll do whatever I tell you,
except right now you want to do, what you want to do, and you want to
come."

You stuck out your lip and your voice broke, "It's been over two hours and
my dick is really hurting, and my muscles are all so stiff from being at
attention and not moving without your permission.  How long will this
lesson take... sir?"

I answered, "It will take as long as it takes pup.  Would you like me to
leave?  Then you could beat off and be done with it."

You said, "Would you come back tomorrow?

I told you what you already knew, "Pup, if I leave you will never see me
again.  I know that; you know that.  So what do you want me to do?"

And you said, "Fuck me?"

I returned the volley, "Nice try pup.  I tell you what though.  You can
have a go at my chest.  How's that?"

You nearly jumped me.  You were so damn eager.  So I sat you up and laid
myself down in front of you.  Then I guided you mouth to the space between
my nipples, and said, "No hands pup.  You're just beginning.  I want you to
memorize my body with your mouth.  Go to work."

And with your hands straining at your sides and flapping and opening and
closing, you began to explore my chest.  Your mouth was very hot and
dripping spit; you were salivating like you hadn't eaten in a week.  You
slid your mouth and tongue everywhere leaving a wide trail of spit behind.
When you got to my nipple rings you went crazy.  I watched your prick bob
and weave and leak all over the bed.  We were already making a hell of a
mess.  You began to make noises like you were eating and you were humming
too, but I don't think you realized it.  You got the hair that surrounds my
pecs all matted down and wet.  I have a neat growth of chest hair that
covers the upper region, but just as my pecs dip into the valley of my
abdomen the hair narrows into a single line of curls that goes down and
around my belly button and stays narrow till it collides with my hairy
bush.  I don't trim my chest.  It's pretty neat all on its own and it's far
from a rug like some guys have. My abs are cut from a lot of hard work and
I naturally have a deep crevice that runs down the midline of my six-pack.
When I sweat a nifty little river forms in that crack that runs down my
belly and cuts it in half.

When you found the groove between my abs you worked your tongue down and
into it and you licked me up and down; first all the way up to my Adam's
apple then all the way down to my bush; kind of like your were painting me
with a brush.  After about ten minutes I could tell you were getting
frenzied.  You were breathing heavily and sweating like crazy; you were
dripping from your nose and chin.  I stopped you before you let yourself
come.

You groaned and said, "Oh man I was so close.  How the fuck can I get so
hot from just licking your chest.  This is nuts.  I've never, ever, in my
life been this turned on.  Look, please you've got to fuck me.  My asshole
is like spasming.  It has never done that before, but it's driving me
crazy.  I've never let another man touch my ass and now I'm begging you to
please fuck me.  I don't even care if it hurts.  It's OK, honest.  Look
man, please fuck me.  YOU GOTTA LET ME CUM.  I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA START
SCREAMING SOON!!"

I said, "Pup, we're just getting started.  We've barely scratched the
surface.  Do you realize we haven't had any genital contact... none
really.  We haven't done much of anything and look how turned on you are.
Imagine how much better this can get."

You said, "Oh hell mister, I don't care how much better it can get.  I'm
going crazy.  You've gotta let me cum.  I swear you can do anything you
want to me if you just let me come.  You know, spank me, tickle me, fuck
me, make me suck you off, lick your ass, french your asshole...ANYTHING!!
Just please let me come."

I said, "Pup, not yet and not another word.  NOW SHUT UP.  I'm going to
turn onto my stomach and I want you to lick my ass."

You said, "Now you're talking."

I stopped what I was doing, "Pup, that's going to cost you.  You see what
happens when I relax the rules?  I give you some freedom to express what's
on your mind and you just start breaking every fucking rule I've given you.
You need to learn to be still.  Now get on the floor on your knees facing
the bed.  Or maybe I'll just leave.  That might be better.  Perhaps we
should call it quits."

That's when you lost it.  You started to cry, "Noooooooooooo.  Please don't
leave.  I'll shut up.  I won't say another word.  I swear.  Only please
don't give up on me.  I want to learn.  I swear I do.  I can feel how great
this is... all of it.  So please, please just don't leave... and please
sir, keep calling me your `pup' I kind of like it."

I said, "OK then shut up... pup...and get on the floor.  Let's go back to
basics.  Let's do a little foot work."  And without instruction, without
being told; first, you sat at my feet while I sat on the bed; and one tiny
step at a time; with a rest in between to see if it was OK to move to the
next part; you slowly and gradually took my right foot into your hands and
began to massage it.  And once you got my foot good and loose and all
warmed up you began to bring it to your face and caress it with your cheek
and then your lips.  At first you kept your mouth closed; it was the right
thing to do and you knew it; you spent a few minutes at each level before
you moved onto the next.  Eventually you were tracing the lines of my foot
with your tongue.  You bathed the sole from one end to the other with wide
swipes of your tongue; then once my whole foot had gotten general attention
and was good and wet you began to suck on each toe individually.  It was
wonderful.  You were as gentle as a kitten and you purred as you worked.
And all the while your prick shot prefuck all over your belly.  When you'd
licked and sucked every inch of my right foot you step by step moved to my
left foot.  You were perfect.  I wanted to pick you up and kiss you for an
hour, but that's how I fucked things up the last time so I held myself in
check.

When both feet were well done you sort of let your tongue go beyond the
boundary of my foot.  I found you licking up the inside of my leg.  I
decided to give you your head and see what you'd learned.  You came within
a centimeter of my ball sac and you stopped; then you traced your tongue
down the inside of my other leg.  WELL DONE PUP!!

When you'd thoroughly soaked the insides of my legs I stood before you, put
my hands under your arms and lifted you up till your face was in front of
my own.

I said, "I'm going to kiss you pup, but first I'm going to take off your
blindfold.  Before I do that there are a few things you need to know.  Feel
free to ask me questions if you want.  This is part of your lesson pup.
When I take off that blindfold you're going to want to open your eyes and
look at me.  If you do that you'll get a good look at me... leaving, and
make no mistake, if I leave you'll never see me again."

You asked, "But why, why can't I see your face.  You know I don't care what
you look like.  I don't care if you have scars, or a big nose.  I don't
care if you're bald.  I don't care if you're ugly.  I think I love you."

I answered, "Pup, there's nothing wrong with my face.  It's a pretty nice
face, and my hair is fine and I'm not covered in scars.  I don't want you
to see my face till it's time.  Pup, I want to control every aspect of our
pairing.  I am your teacher so let me teach you.  After tonight I want you
thinking about me every moment of the day.  I want you to look for me
everywhere.  Each time you see a tall good looking man getting into a cab I
want you to wonder if it's me.  Every time you see a hot guy across a
crowded bar and he makes you sweat I want you to wonder if it's me.  I want
you to look for me everywhere, see me in everywhere, see me in everyone.  I
want your prick to jump every time you see a good looking guy on TV or on a
billboard or in a magazine or in a movie, because pup it just might be me.
Do you understand?"

You said, "No... OK, OK look, I guess I can sort of understand, but
why don't you just leave the blindfold on."

I said, "Pup, you know the answer to that.  The answer is CONTROL.  You
must begin to practice control.  From now on there will be no blindfolds,
only your wish to keep seeing me... by not seeing me.  If I see YOU in a
crowded room I may come up to your back and the minute you hear my voice I
expect you to shut your eyes and pray that you didn't catch a glimpse of my
face.  If you see my face before I am ready pup, it will be the last time
you'll see any of me."

You began to cry softly as I removed the blindfold, "I fucking hate this.
I want to see you.  I want to know you.  I want you to stay here with me.
I want to open my eyes and come home with you and stay there till you throw
me out.  I want you to fuck my ass and kiss me.  I want to wake up and be
able to hug you and shower with you and MAKE LOVE WITH YOU.  Look, you've
got me, you own my ass... if that's what you want.  Tell me what to do."

I answered, "You already know all these answers.  You'll have all of me
when the time is right pup.  You'll really be able to tell me what you want
then, after you've learned all about yourself and your sex.  Right now
you're a mess of feelings and emotions.  Right now your prick looks like
it's going to explode any second.  You'll say and do anything to have me
let you come.  It's your dick that's talking not your heart."

You shook your head hard, "No way, that's not it.  Fuck me don't fuck me.
Let me cum don't let me cum.  I still want you to stay or take me with
you..."

I interrupted you, "And what.  It's been maybe four hours.  Are you trying
to tell me that you're totally ready to change your life AND that what you
want is to be my bottomboy forever?  Are you serious?"

You got all flustered, "Well, it feels right.  I don't know.  I guess I'm
confused."

I pulled you into my arms and kissed you hard.  I pushed you back on the
bed.  I rolled over top of you.  I let my weight down onto you.  I pushed
my tongue into your hot mouth.  I moved my lower body off to the side.  As
I finished the kiss I knelt next to you.

I said, "Spread your legs."

You instantly shot your legs apart.  I put my left index finger into your
mouth and said, "Get it wet...very wet... pup."

You slobbered all over my finger.  When it was loaded with spit I put it
between your legs and rubbed it all around your rosy pucker.  When it was
good and slimy I bent down and added a bit more of my own saliva.  Then I
pushed two fingers up your ass and found your prostate.  I began a rhythmic
massage.  You began to moan and if it was possible you were sweating even
more.  As it was I was soaked.  We looked like we'd just gotten out of a
hot shower.  There wasn't a dry hair on either of our heads.  I shook my
head and sent a spray of sweat all over you.  It gave you the chills.  You
were arching your back and your cock was swollen to its maximum.  You were
moaning and whimpering.  I put the palm of my right hand on your forehead
while I continued to rub your love nut with the two fingers on my left
hand.  I pulled out and added a third finger to your hungry hole.  Now you
were heaving on the bed.  The whole frame was pounding up and down on the
floor.  You were yelping and groaning and bouncing your ass up and down.
It was difficult to keep my fingers on your prostate.  As the head of your
prick doubled in size I brought my lips down to yours; forced your mouth
open; stuck my tongue down your throat and sucked out your breath.  As your
cock exploded it shot rope after glob after stream of hot, thick, white,
cockcream up into the air.  The first two charges hit the wall the next two
caught me in the side of the face and dribbled down into our mouths (very
hot); the rest landed on your belly.

A minute later you felt for me... then you called for me... then you opened
your eyes... I was gone.

The next day you were a different man.  The people in your office noticed
it right away.  You fairly skipped off the elevator.  Everyone noticed how
"full" your pants looked.  The men and women began to take bets on the size
of your monster cock.  That afternoon the movers came.  They brought your
new bed and re-arranged your bedroom.  They mentioned that it was going to
look rather bare with most of the furniture gone.  You said that's the way
your "man" wanted it and therefore that's the way you wanted it.  You
shocked and surprised them.  The big, twenty-six year old, very straight,
very gorgeous, part time moving man, full time law student, felt oddly
drawn to you.  He kept trying to find a way to talk to you.  He wanted some
excuse to get you into conversation.  He tried to find some way, some
reason to come back later, to get to know you; and he had no idea why.  He
did notice your balls under the light robe that came down to your knees;
and once as he bent over he saw that you had on some strange contraption.
It got him all hard and sweating.  You were the strongest most self-assured
man he'd ever met and he felt a strong wave of admiration for you.  You
hardly noticed.  You called the piercing place and made an appointment in
two days.  You made them swear to call you instantly if they got a
cancellation sooner. You went to the adult bookstore and stocked up on
educational porn.  You bought dildoes, harnesses, nipple clamps and five
hundred dollars worth of "odds and ends."  The minute you walked through
the door you tore your clothes off and prayed you were not alone.  All
night, hot and hard and covered in sweat, every time you heard a noise you
called out, "Is that you sir?" but it wasn't.  When you slept you dreamed
of me and twice you almost came... dreaming could be dangerous.  You barely
slept.

I'll be back soon, to teach you more; to bring you total freedom; complete
abandon; the liberty to be whoever, whatever you are, and how to have it
all.

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As always I want to know what you think.  Is this the logical end of this
story or do you want an Chapter Two?

write me: controlone@adelphia.net