Date: Sat, 26 May 2012 15:22:34 -0400
From: gayandhorny <gayandhorny@fastmail.net>
Subject: Master and Slave, chapter 3

Last time I wrote about how my master took control of me at our first
meeting, establishing dominance immediately. But there is more. Before
he left, he did a few more things which really grabbed me by the balls.

After he jerked off and made me lick it off the floor, he wanted to
humiliate me some more. So he took out his Iphone and ordered my to face
him, naked and on my knees, while putting my hands together like I was
worshiping a god. And then without asking permission, he took pictures
of me like that. The worst thing was that even though I found it
humiliating, my dick was totally rigid with wanting him. He even made me
beg him out loud, and recorded a little film of me. And then he smiled
and said, "I've got you, now, faggot, you're mine."

Then he told me to get him his money. Still naked, I ran upstairs and
came back with it, carrying it in my mouth, as ordered. He looked at it
and yelled, "What the fuck? You give me small bills? Your MASTER
deserves better than that. I was on my knees again, apologizing. And
then he ordered me to go back up and get him every penny I had in the
house. I had no choice, by this point I was under his power, and wanted
desperately to please him. So I went back up and gave him everything I
had. And when THAT was also not enough, he ordered me to find something
else. I had an expensive bottle of wine I had bought for a party, and I
gave it to him. By this point I wanted so badly to touch him, to suck
him, to serve him, I was practically desperate. And he had achieved it
so easily, without even letting me touch him. All I had for my efforts
was a face full of spit and the privilege of licking his cum off the
floor. And of course, my huge hard cock, which was driving me crazy with
horniness.

And then MASTER left me, after slapping my face again, as I knelt and
thanking him for the honor of being humiliated by him.

Once he left, I raced upstairs and jerked off immediately. I came
incredibly intensely. But in five minutes I was hard again. I just could
not get the images of his wonderful body, and the taste of his cum out
of my mind.  I must have jerked off five times in a row, I just could
not get enough. The way he took control of my sexual needs, and left me
needing him, after giving me so little. I just could not get over how
much I wanted him.  My entry into slavery had begun.

After I jerked off and came that night, I was still obsessed with him.
So I wrote him my first groveling email:

Dear MASTER,

I'm writing this before cumming, and I'm looking at your picture. I wish
your picture was as beautiful as you are, SIR. I wish I could look at
your face and kiss you, SIR. You mindfucked me really amazingly, MASTER.
You have me already obsessing about you. It was such torment to be so
close to kissing you, and sucking you, and then to have you refuse me,
SIR. You have the body of a GOD, SIR. And your face is so beautiful, so
smooth, you have such gorgeous lips and such a wonderful shape, SIR.

I still have not washed your spit off my face, don't  want to, I LOVE
having your spit on me. SIR.THANK YOU, SIR, for slapping my face, for
humiliating me, SIR, for showing me what an inferior faggot slave I am,
SIR. And thank you especially, SIR for using your beautiful masculine
mind to MINDFUCK me like I have never been mindfucked before, SIR.

I admire you, SIR, I want you, SIR, I need you, SIR. I hope I will have
the honor of having you whip me and fuck me, SIR. I hope I will have the
honor of being able to suck your beautiful cock, SIR. To have your hard
cock slap my face, SIR. To be covered with your cum, SIR, and keep it on
me all day, SIR, in memory of your wonderful visit, SIR.

I humbly thank you for the honor of being humiliated by you, and I LOVE
that it makes you hard, SIR. It was so amazing just to watch you and
jerk off beside you, SIR. I almost never precum, SIR, and I did with
you, and FAST.

You are amazing, SIR. Thank you for showing me what a REAL master is,
SIR.

And thank you also for that incredibly hot idea of making me beg and
taking a picture of me like that.

Is there any hope I can see you again soon, SIR? PLEASE, SIR, I'm
begging SIR.

Your pathetic faggot slave

(to be continued)