Date: Fri, 01 Jun 2012 17:43:48 -0400
From: gayandhorny <gayandhorny@fastmail.net>
Subject: Master and Slave, chapter 7

I had now known my MASTER for more than 3 weeks, and I had still not
even been allowed to suck his cock. It was so humiliating, and at the
same time I was addicted. I was writing him multiple emails each day,
telling him my most private kinky fantasies, as he had ordered. And I
have to confess it turned me on more and more that I was also giving him
the keys to my slave mind and cock. The more I told him, the more
vulnerable I became, and the more he used it against me. And the more I
wanted him. By now I needed to be humiliated by him, to beg him, to
adore him. My mind was full of him every free minute. It was like my
need for him just took over, and I had no off switch.

A few days went by, with no word from him, no call and no answer to my
emails.  I was getting scared that I was not a good enough slave for
him. Seeing him with slave David had really burned into my mind how low
on the totem pole I was. When MASTER finally did call, my legs went weak
with delight, just to hear his voice, and to know that he was not
abandoning me.  He actually asked how I was, and said he would be over
the next day. I couldn't help telling him again how much I loved him. He
told me that he expected me to give him a substantial tribute -- more
money.  I was rather short of money at that point, but I was so grateful
to hear from him that I was ready to do anything.  So I went to the bank
and took out $500, money I really did not have to spare.

When he arrived, after begging and then thoroughly licking his boots, I
was ready for my training session. As usual, I was on the floor, on my
hands and knees, naked, my ass in the air, and at each stroke of the
belt, I yelled out, "Thank you, SIR, I love you, SIR". He insisted that
I react quickly, he told me that the conditioning had to become totally
automatic: At any punishment from him, my mind was supposed to
IMMEDIATELY think about how much I needed him and loved him. And it was
working.  My ass was red and sore, but all I could think of was how
lucky I was that this sexy, beautiful MASTER was beating me.

Then he stopped, and told me to make my tribute. I had the $500 in an
envelope. He told me to take the envelope in my mouth, and to crawl over
to him on my hands and knees. When I was in front of him, I thought he
would just take the money, but as  usual, he wanted to humiliate me as
well. So he made me actually beg him to accept the tribute. I begged and
begged, and I was even afraid he would refuse and leave. Finally he took
it, spit in my face, and told me I was lucky he was in a good mood. I
was so grateful, that I wanted to lick his feet again and thank him.
"Please Sir, may I lick your feet in gratitude?" He hesitated and
finally said yes, but that I would have to do better next time.

Then he asked me if I wanted him to continue training me.

"Yes, SIR, please, please, please keep training me!" So I went back into
training position, and he slapped my ass and my face this time, and of
course I was replying with "I love you, SIR" every time. After another 10
minutes of beating me, he stopped and told me to beg to lick his boots
again, which of course I did instantly. And then he allowed me a few
minutes of bootlicking. But just as I was really getting into it, he pulled
away from my face. I tried to follow him but he told me to freeze where I
was. I pleaded and begged to be allowed to start bootlicking him again, but
now he was enjoying playing with me, teasing me with his boots, and seeing
me suffer. He kept inventing ways to dominate me like this: he would give
me something I wanted, just enough to give me a taste for it, and then he
took it away. It was deliberate, he knew he was creating needs in me that
only he could fulfill.

Before he left that day, he took this one step farther. He lay in the
bad, nude now, and told me to lie beside him. Of course I was horny
beyond belief, after my training and bootlicking, and being next to him
was a huge turn on. And he was wonderfully hard as well. And then he did
something amazing: he hugged me, completely nude, both of us hard. And
for the first time, he kissed me. It was wonderful, it felt like heaven.
This went on for maybe a minute or two, not long, and then he pulled
back, straddled me with his muscular legs, and started to jerk off over
my face. Before long he came all over me, Of course I was licking it up,
thanking him, telling him again and again how much I loved him. And then
he smiled and told me that I would probably never get to kiss him again.
And I realized he had probably done what he had just to torment me more,
to give me the wonderful sensation of being in his arms, so I would
obsess about it, and want him more deeply.

When he got up, I again went on my knees and begged him not to go. It
was torture, I had just felt his superb body in my arms, and now, so
soon, he was leaving. But off he went, again giving me that tantalizing
smile, so seductive and sadistic at the same time.

(to be continued)