Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2004 13:37:59 +0000
From: kbar boy <kbarboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Online master part 7 - (authoritarian)

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Last time:

...well done Dave.  I think you are finally beginning to learn how to
surrender control.  You shall be rewarded - watch out for a present arriving
at your workplace soon.  When it arrives, you must not open it until you
receive permission.  And one more thing Dave - I updated your profile - hope
you like it...

I quickly clicked on the link to my profile

A pic - my cock - hard and throbbing
Name: Dave. Location: Leeds. Hobbies: Being submissive.  Latest news: In
ownership and ready to move up a gear.

Move up a gear - oh god - I was only just getting to grips with what was
going on here - how much further would I actually allow my master to push
me?
____________________________________________

Since our last session, I had been worrying about exactly what my master
might have in mind for me.  What present was he going to send me - how was
he going to move me up a gear?  It occupied a lot of my mind - I had been
neglecting my boyfriend Tom, and I wasn't really able to concentrate at
work.  I guess you can successfully say that my master had worked his way
deep into my mind.

A few days later at work, there was a knock on the door.  It was my
colleague John, and he had a strange look on his face.  He was holding out a
package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.

'This has been delivered for you Dave - I just picked it up from the mail
room'
'Oh' was about the only response I could muster.
'It says on the front that it's a present for all your good work - you going
to open it?'
'Ermmmm'

What could I say?

'Oh I think I know what it is John.  I'll open it later'
'Oh yeah??  Big mystery!  Don't tell me you've got a secret admirer?'
'Errmmmm'
'You're not having an affair are you Dave?'
'No, no - sorry - my mind's on other things - I'll deal with it later'

And so - eventually - John left me in peace.  And the package sat on the
corner of my desk.  It was about 12"x6" and was fairly soft and flexible.  I
poked and prodded it, trying to work out what could be inside, but I didn't
have a clue.  In fact, I didn't know what to do with it.  I was not supposed
to open it without permission from my master, Matt.  I put it into one of my
desk drawers.

It was about 3 o'clock the next afternoon when my mobile rang - 'number
withheld'.

I was in my office - alone.

'Hello sir'
'Good morning Dave - I trust you are well.  Have your cock and balls
recovered from our last session together?'
'Yes sir - just about'
'And have you been having sex with your boyfriend?'
'No sir - I cannot get you out of my head, and haven't had sex with Tom for
a week or so now'
'That is not so good - we will have to remedy that.  You have been keeping
your cock and balls neatly shaved for me - just leaving the treasure trail
running down to the base of your cock'
'Yes sir'
'And Tom hasn't noticed this?'
'No sir - like I said, we haven't really had sex'
'Hmmmmm'

Obviously he was planning something - I wondered what.

'Did my present arrive Dave?'
'Yes sir'
'I hope you haven't opened it yet'
'No sir - I have kept it in my drawer - waiting for you to ring'
'Good boy.  The present is something that you should wear to help you think
of me.  You must wear this item every time we speak to one another - unless
I ask you to be naked.'
'Yes sir I understand'

My brain was ticking over - what could it be?  I guessed it could be a
collar, or a cock ring - I had read stories that involved such items.

'You may open the package now Dave'
'Thank you sir'

I tore into the brown paper envelope ripping off the string.  Inside was a
polythene bag sealed up, and inside what looked like some black fabric.  I
opened up the sealed polythene bag.  The fabric inside was black silk.  I
reached out to touch it - it was damp.  I opened up the fabric - it was a
pair of boxer shorts.  The unmistakable smell of cum wafted up into my
nostrils.  The black silk had large damp patches and was heavily stained
with dried white marks.

'Have you opened your present Dave'
'Yes sir'
'As you will see - it is a pair of my boxer shorts.  Since we have been
talking together, every time I have felt the need to masturbate - I have cum
onto this pair of boxer shorts.  The last time I came onto them was when you
abused your cock and balls for me with clothes pegs.  Then I sealed up the
shorts in polythene to keep them damp and sent them to you.'
'Thank you sir'

Just being able to smell my master sent me into overdrive.  I held the
boxers up to my nose and inhaled his essence.  This was the first physical
contact of any type that I had with my master.

'Thank you sir - it means so much to me'

I truly felt grateful for this present - yet wondered inside my head about
these feelings.

'Good.  Now put them on.  Whenever we speak - you will be wearing them.  You
must keep them with you at all times.  Strip and put them on Dave'

I didn't even bother locking my office door - I was so keen to be wearing a
part of my master.  I just ripped my trousers and boxers off - replaced them
with his and put my trousers back on.  I could feel the damp fabric pressing
against my cock - which was ramrod hard.  I could smell my masters cum -
both fresh and stale - wafting around in my office.  I felt horny.

'I have put them on sir'
'Good boy - now go and get in your car - I have a job for you'
'Yes sir'

Not even questioning the fact that I would have to walk out in the middle of
the afternoon.  After all - my colleagues would never suspect I was walking
out under instruction wearing another mans pair of cum stained boxer shorts
up close against my engorged cock!

I went out to my car - got in shut the door - and put my phone into the
hands-free system.

'I am in my car now and hands free sir'
'Good boy - I want you to drive to the M62 Dave.  When you get there you may
turn in either direction - it does not matter.  I will call you back in 15
minutes - you should be there by then.  You will be driving at 60 miles an
hour in the inside lane'
'Yes sir'

These were seriously strange instructions.  I tried to work out what my
master may be planning but had no idea.  I simply followed the instructions.
  I got to the M62 and headed for Manchester - sitting in the inside lane -
going slowly - not the way I usually drive.

My phone rang - 'number withheld'.

'Hello sir - I have done as you asked and am on the M62'
'Good Dave.  I can hear that you are on a busy road - there is lots of
background noise.  I believe you are telling me the truth and obeying me.
Now I want you to take your trousers down to your knees'
'What sir - I am driving'
'You can do it - just brace the steering wheel with your legs and work your
trousers down'
'But...'
'Remember what I told you Dave - no buts'
'Yes sir'

I worked my trousers down to my knees.

'Now get your cock out through the fly of my boxer shorts Dave - work it
through the black silk and get it out good and hard'
'B... - yes sir'

I figured that other car drivers should not be able to see my cock anyway -
and because I was on the inside lane - even lorry drivers who sit higher up
would be on the wrong side of their vehicles to get a really clear view.
And anyway - my cock was so hard, I was desperate to cum.  The thought of
wearing my masters cum filled boxers was just about sending me crazy.

I got my cock out, the silk boxers shimmering against the shaft.  Almost as
if my masters fingers were gently whispering round my cock.  I was hard -
the head of my cock bright purple.  I began to work the foreskin over the
head - pre-cum lubricating the motion - oozing out of the tip of my cock.

'I am working my cock sir'
'Good boy - now maintain a steady 50 mph in the inside lane - and stroke
your cock until you cum.'
'Yes sir'

I worked my cock - cars streaming past me.  Sometimes the drivers would give
me a sideways glance - but probably only because I was going slowly - not
because they could see anything.  Perhaps they wondered why this guy was
pottering along in his executive car towards Manchester.  The M62 is a busy
road, and even the lorries were streaming past me.

It was incredibly liberating - looking out at the whole road ahead of me -
seeing all these cars, all these drivers.  Stroking my big hard cock -
talking to my master over the speaker phone - following his instructions as
he told me to stroke faster and slower.  Thanking him for the cum filled
boxer shorts.  Telling him how much I wanted him to fuck me.  Begging him to
fuck me.

It was then that one lorry seemed to slow its pace and start running along
beside me.  I looked up, and realised that it was a continental lorry - so
the driver was sitting on my side of the vehicle.  He had a perfect view
down onto me out of his cab, and could see my rock hard cock and my hand
stroking it.

I told my master what was happening.

'Keep stroking Dave - do not stop.  You'd better speed up a bit to 60 as
well - otherwise the two of you will end up blocking the whole motorway'

I sped up, and the lorry driver kept in pace with me - his cab running
alongside my car.  The lorry driver was a big guy.  Blond hair - probably
Scandinavian by the look of him.  He was wearing a white t-shirt and you
could see the muscles bulging in his arms.  As I was looking up at him, he
smiled at me.

'Wank for him Dave - he wants to see you cum.  Stroke your big cock - slowly
- make sure he can see the slow movement of your foreskin - back and
forwards over the head of your cock'

This was mind-blowing.  I should be at work - but instead I was putting on a
show for a Scandinavian trucker on the M62.  And my cock was loving it.  My
hand was wet with pre-cum, which was running down my cock and making my
master's boxer shorts damp.  The big wet head of my cock felt fantastic with
the soft foreskin sliding back and forth over it.  The trucker looking down
at me, watching me - on the edge.

When the orgasm came it was spectacular.  Cum shot all over me.  Covering my
shirt - running down onto the boxer shorts.  Shot after shot of thick white
cum.  It was all I could do to keep my mind on the road.  I glanced over at
the trucker and he gave me a thumbs-up sign.  He then started gesturing at
me.  He was indicating that he wanted me to pull over.  We were approaching
a service station.

I told my master what was happening.

'He is gesturing at me to pull over at the service station sir - do you want
me to pull in?'
'No Dave - I do not.  You might be my slave - but you are not a slut.  If
other people are to be involved in physical contact with you, I will decide
who they are, and I will decide when.  Do not assume that because you are
serving me, you have no dignity.  Drive to the next junction - turn round,
go home and get your clothes in the wash.  You will not wash the boxer
shorts.'
'Yes sir'
'Do I assume you might just have wanted this trucker to fuck you Dave?'
'No sir - not really - I just wanted to know what your wishes were.'
'But would you like to be fucked Dave?'
'Well - yes sir - I love being fucked'
'By a stranger?'
'I don't know sir - I have never done it'
'How do you think that would make your boyfriend feel - knowing that you
want a stranger to fuck you?'
'It would make him feel bad sir'
'Exactly Dave - it would make him feel like you didn't need him.  And you do
need him.'
'Yes sir'
'In fact, you told me you loved him'
'I do sir'
'Well then - what time will he get home from work today?'
'6:30 sir'

I began to wonder what my master was going to suggest.

'Good.  You will be lying on your bed at 6:30 - wearing just my cum stained
boxer shorts.  You will have written across your chest in thick black marker
pen - GAG ME.  And then under the boxer shorts - on your shaved crotch - you
will have written AND FUCK ME.  When he gets in, he will do these things to
you.  I will phone you at 6:29, so that I can listen in to what happens.  I
know what makes you tick Dave - but I need to know more about your
relationship'
'Yes sir - I understand and will do as you ask'

My heart began to pound - this just wasn't the kind of thing I did with Tom.
  How was he going to respond?  What was my master going to hear?  Was I
going to get the fucking I so desperately wanted?


END - This story is part of a series and was written by kbarboy
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