Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2007 17:02:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: nick.d.nude@gmail.com
Subject: Letters to My Master - Chapter 2

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                      Letters to my Master

                         By Nick D'Nude

                     nick.d.nude@gmail.com

                        ed. by deepdiver

Dear Master,

Sir, as you ordered, here is my second letter.  I hope it finds you well
and pleased with you miserable slave.

Once you allowed me into your house, I crawled gradually like an
obedient slave dog.  As I entered the door, I became aware of a
refreshing scent, which wafted throughout the house.  It felt like I
was entering the gates of heaven.  I began to relax and feel more
comfortable.  As you gave me the grand tour around your house, I
was surprised to discover that you have a secret room.  I wondered
what might lie behind its door.  My curiosity grew and I felt
compelled to move towards that door but you stopped me just
before I could enter.  You then warned me to stay away and forbade
me to ever enter that room without your permission.

So, my curiosity has become even more aroused, perhaps like Eve's
attraction to the "forbidden fruit" in the Garden of Eden.
Nevertheless, somehow I managed to control myself and obeyed
your order, at least up until now.

You then took me into the living room and told me to kneel before
you.  As I knelt, I finally had a chance to look around.  Pictures of all
your slaves were  hung on all the walls around the living room.  Most
of them were pictures of you humiliating and disciplining your
slaves.  There was also a humongous window across the living room
with long curtains hanging in front of it.  The living room was totally
different from what I imagined it would be like.  Your house is
decorated with expensive furniture  showing impeccable taste,  and
filled with high-tech equipment including a 36-inch plasma screen,
projector, and surround sound system.

You were kind enough to offer me a drink. I nodded, indicating that
I would like one and you went down to the kitchen to get me a soda.
You ordered me to wait while remaining on my knees.   I did not
dare to stand even for an instant, though my knees were hurting
even after a short while. I kept looking around and searching for you,
wondering where you had gone and how long you would take.  At
last, after about twenty minutes, you came back with the soda.  You
sat down in a huge leather chair just in front of where I was kneeling.

I reached out and grabbed the soda but before I could take a sip,
your arm flew through the air and slapped my face hard.  Shaking
with hurt and fear, due to my mistake, my eyes filled with tears.  I
had no idea what you expected of me.  Trying to keep myself calm
and motionless, I could not keep myself from trembling.

You then poured me some soda on the floor and ordered me to lap it
up as if I were your pet dog.  Petrified by the slap you gave me, I
found it difficult to move.  You again ordered me to lick it up and
overriding my anxiety I began to lick the soda off the floor.  Slowly, I
cleaned the floor using my sensitive tongue which was not
accustomed to such humiliating tasks.

After I finished cleaning your floor with my tongue, you came to me,
pulled me up into your powerful arms, hugged, and kissed me on the
cheek.  You  then warned me not to act without first being ordered to
do so.

Next, you instructed me to tell you a bit about myself  and my family.
 As I remember,  it was hard to tell you about the death of both my
parents, which occurred five earlier.  Remembering, how they were
suddenly taken out of my life, always brings back the painful
feelings.   Since then I was living with my foster parents, until I
started school here at the community college where I am majoring in
marine biology.  Right now, I'm on summer vacation just having
finished my second semester.

You asked me what I like to do on my free time.  Well, I work out
twice a week at the gym and hang out most of my evenings at a
nearby gay bar, waiting for some willing master to humiliate me.

You then asked to know more about the humiliations hat I have
endured.  Without thinking about the consequences, I told you about
everything and all the experiences I had been through while serving
various masters that I met in the gay bar.

There was one scene in  particular  where I posed in the middle of
the room and had a huge dildo inserted into my rectum.  I bragged
that it was nine and a half inches long and three and a half inches
wide.  Your eyes sparkled like diamonds while I described the
sensation of that phallic symbol moving up into my ass hole.   Then
suddenly, I thought to myself that it had made a major blunder
having revealed this to you.   I began immediately to regret having
described that experience.

Without allowing me to go any further, you ordered me to assume
the very same position that I had described.  So, I crawled to the
center of the living room, knelt with my legs wide apart  and joined
my hands behind my head.  My naked body was totally exposed to
your menacing eyes.  You stared at my nipples, armpits, cock and
balls, which were all waiting desperately to be used by you;  to be
abused by my master.  I could see your cock growing inch by inch as
you leered at me.

When you came closer to me, you ordered me to smell your hair.  I
therefore exhaled and waited to inhale the scent of the hair on your
head, but then when you pushed my face into your crotch,  I realized
that you were talking about your pubic hair!  The next thing I knew
you were pressing my face towards your bush, making me inhale
your manly musk odor.  Wow... that pungent odor was unbelievably
great.  Your essence was incredible, the true smell of a master.  It
worked like an aphrodisiac on me, and made my cock instantly hard.
I just couldn't get enough of your manly aroma.  It worked on me
like drug and I quickly became addicted, wanting to inhale more and
more of you.  I continued to try to fill my lungs with your aroma
from hell, but you reached down and cupped my balls in your large
hairy fist, squeezing them until I reacted from the growing pressure.
My enjoyment of the sensations of smelling your bitter/sweet pubic
hair were overshadowed by the growing pressure  you were putting
on my testicles.  I soon began to jerk trying to free myself from your
firm grasp.

Then you grabbed my dick and pumped it hard, stroking it in your
strong hand.  For a while, I felt I would lose control of myself and
cum  in your fist, but I managed to hold back the urge and wait for
you orders.

After that, it was time for dildo play.  You went to get your dildo and
I was left there alone, wondering how large the dildo would be that
you were going to jam up into my butt hole.  You soon returned with
your smallest dildo.  I almost passed out when I saw that it was
another eight-inch long dildo, and at least three inches wide.  You
pushed in against my lips and  told me to suck on it while you
lubricated my anus.  I did as you ordered.  I  went back down quickly
on all fours, with my legs and ass cheeks spread wide in order to give
you access to my love chute.

"You had better make it nice and wet, if not, I can't guarantee what
will happen to you later," you said threateningly.

Trembling again,  I tried to focus on the huge dildo and make it as
wet as possible with only my saliva.  While I was sucking and licking
that penis shaped thing, your began to finger me, nice and slowly.
Sliding your finger into my hole, you moved it gently back and forth
and then in small circles.   These sensations were unbelievably erotic
and nice.

Continuing to move your finger in and out slowly and with a perfect
rhythm, you gently placed your second and third finger up my ass.
You then massaged my sphincter until it relaxed enough so that I
could hardly feel anything.  Thank God, you stopped after inserting
your third finger.   When you told me that I was ready, my heart
began pounding because I had lied to you.  I didn't know how or
what to tell you.   How could I admit to my master that I had lied
about my sexual experience?  The truth is I never took a dildo of
more than an inch wide up my bum.   I started to more than regret
my lie.

You went back to your chair , sat and then commanded me to
proceed.  I moved onto it and hoped that I was horny enough to take
the whole thing up my ass.  I tried and tried as hard as I could but
only managed to get it about half way in.  Your looked at me
furiously as I struggled with it.  You told me that I wasn't allowed to
stop trying until I got the watermelon size thing in, no matter what.
I continued to push it repeatedly, fearing what you might do to me if
I failed, but it didn't do me any good.  I was caught in my bold-faced
lie and the evidence was now hanging half way out of my anus.

You walked around in front of me and asked me if I had really taken
a three and a half inch wide dildo up my butt.  Wanting to cry for
having failed you by lying,  I decided it would be better to tell you
the truth.  I figured that if I told you the truth now, maybe you would
allow me to stop pushing the over sized phallic symbol into my tight
sore ass.  However, I was wrong.  Straight away, you kicked my
stomach, to remind me that I was going to pay the price for my
dishonesty.

Then your dragged me into one of your play rooms and told me to
stand in the middle of the room.  You took a few measurements and
then you forced me to sit on a chair.   But the dildo was still only
about half way inside me.   So you added some more lube to the
dildo, and pushed me down onto the chair, trying to  jam the dildo
into my sorely stretched rectum.  Nevertheless, it barely moved an
inch further up into me.

Thats when you attached the dildo to an upright stand, and made me
pull myself up by two bars that crossed the room, above me, from
one wall to the other.  Once I did a chin up,  you tied my legs and
pulled them towards one of the walls until I was in a sitting position
hanging by my arms.    Then you moved the stand with the dildo
attached it and placed it under my ass hole.  As my arms tied, I
couldn't help but to lower my body onto the waiting dildo.  As my
weight pulled me down, the well lubricated and thick dildo slipped
inside me.  When it hurt, I could chin up and pull myself up off the
dildo, but as soon as I tired, I would be forced to lower my body thus
allowing the dildo to continue penetrating my sore rectum.

You left me in that position knowing that the whole dildo would
soon be all the way up my ass.  In pain, I tried to hold on for as long
as I could.   Finally, I had to give up, and stopped resisting,  letting
the dildo ram its way into my body as I lowered myself onto it.  The
pain was excruciating, and intensified rather than lessened.  When I
looked over to you pleading with my eyes to be freed from this
torture, I could see that my suffering was giving you pleasure.  Tears
burst from my eyes from the intensity of the pain that the huge dildo
was causing me.  You started to jerk off in front of me.   My distress
and suffering  was a sexual turn on for you.

After about 20 minute of intense pain, I managed to adjust and relax
in spite of the dildo that felt like a train parked in my ass.   Pleased at
my achievement,  you shot your load of cum all over me.  When you
went to clean yourself off, you left me there like a useless slut.  You
then used chains to keep me suspended in that hanging position.
You told me that I had to stay there until you came back to get me
the next day.   As you left you shut off the light, leaving me hanging
alone in that dark room, with this huge dildo rammed up my rectum.
I was completely at your mercy.


Your Faithful Slave,
Nick D'Nude

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