Date: Mon, 04 Jun 2012 12:41:59 -0400
From: gayandhorny <gayandhorny@fastmail.net>
Subject: Master and Slave, chapter 9

Master and Slave, Chapter 9

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This story is partly based on a real situation which happened to me,
although there are some fantasy elements added. I am also always glad to
hear from guys who have had similar experiences, or who fantasize about
them.

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MASTER had me where he wanted me. I needed him more and more, and he
gave me crumbs. He would tease me with something to the point where I
was desperate for it, and then take it away from me. And I was
incredibly grateful for those crumbs; I worshipped him.

Money had been part this relationship from the start. MASTER would
regularly demand large "tributes" from me. Once when I told him it was
financially hard for me, he answered, "That's the point, faggot, you
will get only crumbs from me, but YOU have to make big sacrifices."
MASTER actually came from a fairly wealthy family, and he told me that
the extreme humiliation all that money represented for me mattered more
than the financial help to him. I don't know how true that was, but I do
know that he was always incredibly hard when I made these money tributes
to him. On the times when I was naked and begging him to accept a large
sum of money, he would always make me feel like it was not enough, and
that even some small reward, like sucking his cock for a few minutes,
was worth even more.

Although he let me suck him occasionally -- after making me wait a month
for the first time! -- my biggest fantasy was still to be fucked by him,
perhaps while in bondage, or after a beating and a training session.
Just the idea of having him inside of me, intruding roughly  in my body,
was fantastically erotic.  I begged him for this so many times, both in
person and in the dozens of  demeaning emails I wrote him, that he
finally told me that he would fuck me, but only if I paid him a $10,000
tribute. By that point I had already spent several thousand dollars on
tributes to MASTER, and $10,000 was an enormous sum for me. I was
trapped. I wanted so badly to feel his big cock inside me, to my MASTER
finally take physical possession of my body, the way he had taken
possession of my faggot slave mind, that I was desperately looking into
any way I could get a bank loan for it. Of course you can't just walk
into a bank and ask for $10,000 to get fucked,
 so I had to invent excuses. Now I was mortgaging my life for my MASTER.
 I simply could not refuse him.  And meanwhile I also had to continue to
 give him regular, smaller tributes. Every time I looked at my bankbook
 now, I was thinking about MASTER, and I couldn't help admiring, in a
 perverse way, how he was fucking me over, in every sense of the term.
 Of course that is why I'm a faggot slave, and he is my MASTER.

Bondage became a more important part of our meetings. The position I
described in the first chapter -- with my hands tied to my feet, while I
was face down, my weight resting on my knees, with my naked ass in the
air -- became pretty frequent. MASTER liked it because he could whip my
ass and see it getting red, while I could do nothing except thank him
for humiliating and beating me, and, of course, tell him how much I
loved him -- now practically a reflex. What I didn't see yet then, was
that MASTER had set me up so that, whether or not I saw him, my mind
automatically worked in that direction. Being hard was now indelibly
linked to feeling dominated by him, and loving him. I could no longer
even jerk off without saying out loud, "Thank you, SIR, I love you,
SIR".

On the third or fourth time when MASTER put me in this totally
humiliating position, he put a cloth around my eyes, so I could not see.
Then he beat me for quite a while; my ass must have been a nice shade of
red. But then he did something unusual: he put his hand under me and he
deliberately started playing with my balls. He did not normally touch my
genitals, so this was very hot, and I was hard in no time.  Then he
stopped and I heard him rummaging around. After a moment, he started
pushing in what seemed like a huge metal dildo up my ass. It was
uncomfortable, but also very erotic. He started off pushing it in and
out, and after a few minutes he was fucking me with it. Of course I
really wanted his cock, but it was still very hot.

But then suddenly, I felt an incredible surge inside my ass. If I had
not been tied up, I probably would have jumped. Then the surge receded
and I breathed easier, but after a few moments it was back. I couldn't
help thrashing around each time. He was using an electric dildo, and he
had set the power quite high. It was total rape, my body was no longer
in my control. He had a direct line to my prostate. And then,
diabolically, he ordered me NOT to cum. And I knew that if I did, he
would leave, which was the worst punishment for me. So there I was,
obscenely hard, my ass and my insides pulsing away erotically. I could
have cum in seconds, but I was terrified he would leave. So I stayed on
the edge for what seemed like hours, loving it but also being totally
humiliated by the idea that I was not even a good enough slave to be
fucked by my master's cock. And remembering that slave David had been
fucked by him, for free, at their very first meeting, made it doubly
demeaning to be reacting like this to a dildo.

After about half an hour of this I was trembling with horniness and
frustration. After taking pictures of me like that from various angles,
making sure to include my face, he finally took out the dildo, and
released me from bondage. Immediately I went on my knees in front of him
and thanked him repeatedly for humiliating me like that. I can't
describe the combination of love and humiliation I felt; they had fused
into one, contradictory, but super erotic, feeling.

(to be continued)