Date: Sat, 02 Jun 2012 15:38:12 -0400
From: gayandhorny <gayandhorny@fastmail.net>
Subject: Master and Slave, chapter 8

Master and Slave, Chapter 8

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Seductive and sadistic -- that was my  MASTER. Not only was he
physically beautiful, but he had a combination of charm (when he wanted)
and dominance, which worked on me like an aphrodisiac. And the training
really was working. By now I could not even jerk off without thinking
about humiliation from him. I would see myself in his arms, kissing him,
and then imagine him beating me, and my cock would explode. I would
imagine him fucking slave David, with me tied up, watching helplessly,
and just the thought of MASTER humiliating me like that was enough to
make me cum. And my frequent emails to him usually now actually
contained suggestions for how to mindfuck me more deeply.  It was like
having his big cock inside my head; it hurt, but I also deeply needed
it, I dreamt about it, I would think about it in daydreams at work.

Our next few meetings took a new turn. He began to regularly tie me up.
Of course, at this point, he really didn't even need rope, since my mind
was under his control, but the  physical bonds felt right to me,
especially when he was beating me or whipping me. As soon as he started
to tie me up, I would be hard. I felt like I belonged to him, I was his
to do whatever he wanted. He used my body like an object.

He also took control of my orgasms. I was no longer allowed to cum
without permission. Or he would give me permission to cum, say, twice in
one week. Which of course just made me more horny; usually I was hard
again 5 minutes after shooting.

One time he came over and tied me to the bed, on my stomach. Then he
took out his belt and started flogging my back. Of course I had to yell
out how much I loved him, and thank him for every stroke. And my cock
was so hard and I was so horny, I was humping the bed like a kid. I
pleaded with him to let me cum, but he refused. Usually when this
happened he would deliberately do something especially erotic to me,
like play with my balls, or put his cock tantalizingly close to my
mouth, only to remove it when I tried, stretching out, to kiss it. He
became an expert at edging me, he knew all the little signs when I was
close to orgasm. Sometimes he would just stop there, and sometimes he
would keep up, but order me not to cum. It was agonizing, since I LOVED
any type of physical contact with him. But if I cum without permission,
usually it meant that he just packed up and left within seconds. He knew
that was the worst punishment for me -- just leaving me alone, desperate
with need for him.

In another visit he tied me to the bed, and edged me mercilessly. I was
panting with the effort of NOT cumming, and then he suddenly untied me,
and ordered me on floor, on my knees. He put his hard cock right in
front of my mouth and started slapping my face with it. But he ordered
my hands off my own cock, since just the contact with his dick would
have made me cum after all that frustration. And then he gave me a
diabolical choice: "You have a decision to make, faggot. You either get
to cum, or else you finally get to suck my cock. And if you suck my
cock, you are not allowed to cum for 2 weeks." This was the first time I
had a chance to suck his cock, and I had been fantasizing about it
constantly. But two weeks without cumming? I am a really horny faggot,
and I can cum four or five times in one day, so two weeks seemed
unbelievably long. Finally I chose to suck him -- of course he had known
I would -- and he proceeded to face fuck me, roughly, for almost an hour.
I had been dreaming about having him shoot in my mouth, but as usual, he
combined a gift -- his cock in my mouth -- with something frustrating: He
pulled out at the last second and came on the floor. Of course I had to
lick it up, but I had wanted so badly to feel him fill my mouth with it.

Sometimes he would tie my hands behind my back, and my feet together,
and then lie down nude beside me, so tantalizingly close, but just out
of my reach. And I had strict orders that I could not touch him without
permission. Sometimes he would add a ball gag, and of course then I
could not even ask for permission. And he would taunt me with questions
I could not answer. He would ask me if I wanted his cock inside me, but
with the gag I just made animal noises. And then he would laugh at me,
and say, "Too bad, faggot, you just lost your chance." At  times like
that I actually admired him more, since he had become so wonderful at
knowing just how to use my own  needs against me. I also loved the fact
that he was hardest while humiliating me. If he spit in my face, or
slapped me, or made me beg for something and then refused it, I could
actually see his hard cock jump, and that made me harder also. The same
thing sometimes happened when he "changed the rules" on me, for example
when, instead of having to beg for the honor or licking his boots, he
made it a standing order to do it immediately, and punished me if I did
NOT lick them instantly. Little changes like this kept me on my toes all
the time, and of course sometimes I was wrong. And then he would slap my
face, or spit on me, and I would have to thank him and yell out, "I love
you, MASTER".

It was hard for me to accept that I needed this man not only because he
was so sexy, but exactly because he was sadistic with me. And he was
such an intuitive psychologist, who knew just what would penetrate my
faggot slave mind the most. I was realizing that that was what I loved
most about him, the thing which made him so irresistible to me: the
total mindfuck. It was like being impaled permanently on his hard cock.

(to be continued)