Date: Wed, 06 Jun 2012 14:40:42 -0400
From: gayandhorny <gayandhorny@fastmail.net>
Subject: Master and Slave, Chapter 11

Master and Slave, Chapter 11

MASTER had really enjoyed our last encounter in my "dungeon". The next
time he came over he ordered me straight downstairs for another session.
He said he was looking forward to torturing me more intensely, I
couldn't imagine what he was going to do, since the last time had been
the hardest to date: I had been bound and flogged by him, and then he
tormented me with those incredibly teasing moments, bringing his body
just close enough for me to almost sense his skin, but always just
beyond my  reach, as I begged and pleaded for him to at least touch me.
Those moments always left me feeling wildly horny, and also very
strongly in his power.

Once we were downstairs, he put a blindfold on me, tied my hands to the
hooks above my head, and told me to wait. He left for a while, and then
I heard him coming back, but of course I had no idea what he was
carrying. There was a sound of wood moving around, and I heard him
behind me. My hands were tied a bit too high for comfort, so I was
relieved when he lifted my feet onto some kind of supports. Then I felt
that huge dildo again, invading my ass, but this time I could not move
at all. I had no choice but to endure it, and to thank him for it. But
then there was more noise, and MASTER told me to sit down. Well, at that
point I had that 10 inch dildo up my butt, so I didn't quite understand.
So he roughly pushed me backwards onto what felt like a little stool
with the dildo impaling my ass. It felt like it went up into my throat,
it was so long. Now I was writhing in erotic agony; it was wonderful to
be fucked like that, but I had never been
 penetrated so deeply. But there was more to come.

One I was pinned in place on the dildo, MASTER pushed away the supports
for me feet, so now my weight was entirely on my ass, so I was being
even more deeply fucked. Then I felt MASTER grab each of my foot and tie
it, as he had the last time, to a spreader bar on the floor. Of course
that pulled me down even more onto the dildo. And then I felt his hand
on my balls, and he wrapped a rope of some sort around them and tugged
it, hard, and attached it somewhere on the floor. So now I was being
pulled up by my hands bound at ceiling height, pulled down by my balls,
and immobilized on that huge dildo. I was totally trapped.

But he still was not finished with me. I heard a click, and my balls and
my ass were suddenly throbbing: he was sending electroshocks through
them!  I was reacting uncontrollably now. But being totally bound, I
could not rise due to the cockring, I could not go lower due to my
hands, and most of all, because of that dildo, brutally raping my ass.
It was an exact image of my relationship with MASTER: restrained in
every direction, with no way to go, and being mindfucked. Now I had
become very, very hard. The constant surges to my prostate and my balls
were impossible to ignore, I was like a circus animal being put through
its paces. And then MASTER asked me, "What do you say, faggot?" And of
course I had no choice, I could only say "Thank you, SIR, I love you,
SIR". But MASTER told me I wasn't convincing.  So I had to keep saying
it, putting as much emotion as possible into it, sounding more and more
desperate for his approval, while my body was
 pulled in all directions at once, by the bondage and the electro
 stimulation. Then he ordered me to beg him to whip me, in addition. So
 now I was yelling out, "Please, SIR, whip your faggot slave, Please,
 SIR, I love you, SIR."

He made me repeat it for almost five minutes and then he finally started
flogging me. The combined sensations were overwhelming: bondage,
electro, and the whip. I was yelling and pleading with him; part of me
could not stand it, and another part of me was more turned on than I had
ever been, it was so intense I was practically out of my mind, which
also meant of course that anything he asked of me or ordered me, I would
have done, without even thinking. Through it all I started to feel a
kind of ecstasy, I had never been so in love with him. Only he could
fuck my mind and my body this deeply, he was more than ever my god.
Eventually, he told me I was allowed to cum, but without using my hands,
and only while he was whipping me.  Finally I exploded, at the last
minute.

But the stimulation continued! After cumming, part of me wanted it all
to stop, but he made sure that I understood that cumming was a present
he was giving me, and that it did NOT mean I was in control. So for
about 10 minutes longer he kept on the whipping, the electro. Just as I
was getting really hard for a second time, he stopped.  He undid my
bonds, he put the supports back under my feet, and he pulled out that
enormous dildo.

As I was freed, I went down in front of him, still naked, and on my
knees, kneeling in the puddle of my own cum on the floor, and I kissed
his feet and thanked him as never before. I was sobbing, I was shaking,
and I was telling him again how much I  loved him and I needed him.
Something inside me had moved: I felt more deeply enslaved than ever
before.

(to be continued)