Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2005 01:51:20 +0100
From: Slow Shark <slowshark@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Service, Sex & Scenes - Day 1

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WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which
depict sex between men or consensual violence or live in a
jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is
illegal exit now.

This story is a true account of my first BDSM experience
and also my first homosexual encounter. This story is of
course told from the author's perspective and, as such, is
susceptible to error through the author's memory. Some
artistic license has been taken to make the story more
readable. However, the story is as accurate as it was
possible to be.

Since the account is real, it may not live up to the
expectations you may have of a normal story. The author had
very real doubts and, for the first day at least, they play
a very central role in the author's feelings and reactions
to situations.

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Service, Sex & Scenes - Day 1 - Beginnings

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The door was there. The last chance to back out was right
then. As soon as I knocked it would be too late, I would be
committed. All of the thoughts from the last minutes, hours
and weeks rushed to invade the tranquil emptiness of my
mind, leaving me awash in doubts, confusion, hopes, dreams,
fantasies and predominantly, worries.

How will I react to being a real slave for the first time?
Will it be all I expect? Will I be all that is expected?
Will I perform OK? Will it be fun? fulfilling? exciting? a
major turn on? How will He handle it?

I had imagined the first meeting a thousand times, every
time different. Will He make me strip? Will He find me
acceptable? or send me away with a snort of contempt?

Was I meant to have brought a gift? I had thought about
that and decided, given that I knew nothing of His
preferences or needs, that I should do without. Would I be
punished for that presumption?

What happens if I hate it? Could I turn away after a day? I
should have asked so many questions, why did I not?

Being late didn't help, no matter that it wasn't my fault,
it was, after all, our first face to face meeting and I had
no doubt that he must be thinking me a fake not going to
show, or else a tardy, untrustworthy slave. I mean I
suppose it WAS my fault, I should have allowed more time
for possible problems en route. It shouldn't have mattered
that the train was cancelled; I should have been prepared.
Why didn't I think of it? Oh, please ground, swallow me up.

I reached to knock, but noticed a bell, and pressed it
instead... no immediate reply. Should I ring again? Did He
hear it? If not, obviously I should ring again, but if he
did, will that sound impatient, as if I'm judging Him? I
waited and after a minute, rang again... no reply. Was the
bell working? I certainly couldn't hear it ringing inside.
I waited another minute and decided it would be best if I
knocked. But then another thought came to me, my phone! You
see I hate phones with a vengeance and mobile phones all
the more (perhaps from helping to design them), so I never
turn mine on unless absolutely necessary. But I turned it
on now and sure enough there was a message from Master;
"How are you doing slave". Was that worry for me? Surely
not, no it must be anger at my lack of punctuality. Seeing
as I was there, I knocked anyway and was stood fiddling
with my phone as the door opened and Master, clad only in
shorts, opened the door.

"Why wasn't your phone on, boy?"

My phone? Not "why are you late?" but my phone? I stood
there open mouthed and stricken for words until Master
ushered me in and up the stairs. My mind was still stalled
and remained stranded at the door. My usual analytical
nature fled and I moved up the stairs in both an emotional
flurry and an emotionless state. My stomach was doing
somersaults and my mind was blank.

Entering Master's playroom brought my mental faculties back
to rights. There was someone else tied up on the table!
Master had mentioned having another slave in the next day,
but this was now! I thought I'd have a day to get used to
my role! How was I meant to react to this? Was I meant to
say something? Was I.... I was cut off by Master's next
instruction.

"Kneel facing the wall, boy."

I did as instructed, somehow managed to shed my rucksack in
the process and was struck by a new problem. What was I
meant to do with my hands? Put them on my lap? by my sides?
behind my back?

"Hands on your head."

"Yes, sir."

Oh it felt so good to say that out loud for the first time!
I was obeying! I was submitting! Feelings both familiar and
new to me washed over me, this was heaven!

But the feelings slowly abated as Master turned to play
with the other boy. I calmed and listened, what was going
on? I wanted to see! I even had my glasses on; all I had to
do was turn arou... oh damn! My glasses, I should have
taken them off earlier. With my arms held firmly in place
behind my head, there was no way I was going to get them
off, at least not without disobeying Master's first direct
order! I did the only thing I could, tried to think about
something else and pretty soon my attention was fixed on my
ass. It ached. I had had my butt plug in for over six hours
by now, more than twice as long as I ever had before. I
shouldn't have, Master had told me to have it in from the
time I left London... I'd already had it in for nearly two
hours before I even got there. Admittedly I hadn't been
planning to come via London and had done my best to
interpret His instructions without guidance. However, the
cancelling of the Reading-Manchester train had elongated my
route by a fair amount and taken me through London. My ass
was aching because of my disobedience.

Master's hands brought me out of my reflection. Moving them
over my shoulders, down my back and across my front
seemingly all at once. Oh, so nice, but at the same time, I
couldn't let myself go, I was too nervous. It should have
been erotic and sensuous, but for some reason I was tensed
passed the point of being able to relax. My T-Shirt was
drawn up to my head, draped over my arms, revealing my
smooth chest.

A pause, short, long, I couldn't tell before His hands were
back, touching and slowly calming me. And then they went
lower, feeling for my waistband and then the button and
fly. He pulled me gently to my feet and touched me. A
strange thing was happening to me. At any other time I
would have gotten hard from the experience, but here I was
holding my hands firmly behind my head allowing another
man, the first other man ever, to touch me intimately. My
feelings were not ones of lust, or of sexual need, but rang
with the rightness of my use. To be sure, my feelings were
still awhirl; doubts clouding my pleasure at every turn,
nerves making my stomach feel like I'd been punched and my
ass giving a constant but subtle reminder of reality. But
the predominant feeling was that pure full emptiness of
rightness. At some point Master had taken my T-Shirt off, I
lost the moment in a daze.

"Take off the rest of your clothes, boy."

"Yes, sir."

I obeyed, finally disposing of my glasses and glad for it.
At last I got rid of my shoes and socks and knelt back
down, hands on head, albeit now facing the scene. Master
continued to play with the other sub, and my thoughts once
again drifted. Why was I so not turned on? Was I doing
something wrong? Was I just too nervous? Was this really
for me? I pondered with my eyes fixed firmly ahead, not
even giving into my inquisitive nature to see what was
happening with the scene being played out right in front of
me.

Master pulled me out of my reverie by returning with a
collar. A collar for me! Oh joy of joys, I would actually
be wearing a collar! Around my neck it went, I was
surprised at its feel, much thicker and stiffer than I had
anticipated. It was surprisingly loose fitting, I guess I
was expecting an almost constricting feeling, but the
reality was far more pleasant. Master drew me up for a kiss
then, holding me to his body, asked how long I had been
wearing my butt plug for.

"Since 9:20 this morning, sir."

"Go to the bathroom and take it out."

"Yes, sir."

Still in a bit of a daze, I found my way out of the
playroom and into the bathroom, where I proceeded to remove
the butt plug. Gripping the flange at the base, I gently
pulled it out. I took advantage of my location and
afterwards, cleaned myself up before returning to the
playroom. I had been unsure of whether or not to waste time
cleaning the plug and had resolved that I would do it
later.

"Have you cleaned your plug, boy?"

"Erm, no, sir."

"Go and clean it then."

I did as ordered and once again returned to the playroom.
Master drew me up for another kiss and after an extended
period, left me, head spinning, to get a pair of leather
shorts. Leaving me to put them on as He ordered, He
retrieved a leash. Clipping it on to one of the D-rings,
the heavy chain spanning the gap from my neck to the
leather held in Master's hand, we moved to the kitchen. The
stairs caught me off guard, the sudden tightening of the
chain as Master descended ahead of me caused me to bend
over. This was the first time that I had seen outside of
the playroom, save the bathroom, whilst retaining some of
wits.

The house, though not large, was obviously well suited to
Master's lifestyle. The playroom took up nearly half of the
upstairs, the rest being home to the bedroom and bathroom.
Downstairs was split between the living room and kitchen.
The overall feel was pleasant, a lived-in air, but not
overly messy or dirty. It was thankfully free of that
sterile cleanliness that always seems to preside at home.
In short, it looked welcoming.

The kitchen, though, was obviously in need of some
attention.

"Wash the dishes and pots and pans, boy." Master ordered
after checking to see whether I was doing OK.

"Yes, sir." The usual response was coming almost
subconsciously now.

I turned to the dishes, leash still dangling from the
collar, but Master stopped me for a moment. A quick kiss
was promptly followed by the leash's leather handle loop
being pushed past the waistband of the shorts, past my
balls and then cupping them in the loop as the slack was
pulled up.

Master left to go back upstairs, whilst I turned to the
dishes. There were a fair few, but I had done more in one
go before, it would just take a while. As I began, my mind
wandered off, although occasionally grounded by the
requirements of actually washing the dishes.

The time alone passed with my thoughts calming and ordering
themselves. The slow drudgery and solitude guaranteed a
temporary respite from the recent influx of new emotions,
experiences and thoughts. Was this what I wanted? Yes,
definitely, the feeling of being controlled, being used,
was just what I needed to sate my desires. My nervousness
lessened and finally receded to a dull ache just as the boy
who had previously been tied to the cage entered the room.
He was bearing gifts... the type that requires hot soapy
water.

"He asked me to bring these down."

"Thanks." I responded, wondering to myself how I was meant
to refer to him. He was wearing a dressing gown and
certainly didn't seem to be behaving slavishly. Was he here
just for play? Apparently so. Was I meant to defer to him?
No, I decided, I only defer to Master; I would just be
polite to others. Apparently the pause as I considered this
was misinterpreted, and was cause for possible concern.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah, fine, thanks."

He looked on for a moment, as if evaluating my answer,
before leaving.

I turned back to the washing up, but before long Master was
back. I kept doing the washing up even as he came up behind
me, saying nothing. Master reached down to the shorts to
take a grip on the leash handle. As Master slipped a hand
below the waistband, I turned my head for a kiss, the
washing implements hanging forgotten in my hands. We
remained in this position for a while longer, before Master
quietly instructed me to remove the shorts. I turned to see
Master holding a ball parachute connected to a used Diet
Coke bottle partially filled with water. After I had
completely removed the shorts, Master used one hand to grip
my balls, so that He could attach the parachute easily. I
spread my legs slightly so that He could more easily fasten
the parachute's three poppers.

"How does that feel, boy? On a scale of 1 to 10 how much
does that hurt?"

"Umm... I don't really have anything to compare it with,
sir, I guess it doesn't hurt that much, about a 3 or so,
sir." I replied as honestly as I could, but the pain was
very hard to quantify.

"What I'm asking," He enquired gently, "is whether you can
stand it, or if it is too much?"

"It's OK, sir," I assured Him and quickly added, "but I
don't think I could take any more weight."

He left, once again leaving me with the washing up. This
time, my thoughts did not drift to my emotions, but stayed
riveted on my groin. It certainly wasn't pain, well, not
acute pain anyway, but after washing the first dish, I
leant on the edge of the sink to breath heavily for a few
moments. With each dish I washed, the feeling changed, from
feeling like my stomach was being lightly battered to a
light pulling on the skin around my groin. I seemed to be
able to affect the feeling by leaning slightly forwards or
back. Putting the dishes away was the worst part though,
not because of the feeling, but more because I had to walk
with a slightly waddling gait with my legs apart in order
not to knock the bottle between my legs. It was
inconvenient, but that feeling was cancelled by way of its
reminder of my position.

Before I finished, Master returned to remove the parachute.
By this time, the actual parachute had worked it way down
my sack and the edges of the leather were starting to
chafe. I assumed, therefore, that removing the parachute
would be an amazing relief, but instead the area tingled
slightly and made me very light-headed, which although
nice, in a strange way, was not at all what I was
expecting. That tingling caused me to breath heavily as it
almost burned for a few seconds, but thereafter the
imagined bliss set in.

"How was your trip here, boy?" Master asked, as if I had
just arrived.

"Long, sir, I had to take a different route than I had
planned. I'm sorry I arrived late, but they cancelled the
train to Manchester, sir." Now why had I said that? I
didn't want to make excuses; doing so would sound
defensive; it was my fault after all.

"That's OK, boy, but I was concerned, you didn't have your
phone on."

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't often use my phone."

"Well, you're going to have it on more in future. Did you
have lunch, boy?"

"Uhh... no, sir, I was on the train at the time and hadn't
thought of it before getting on."

"Well, I'm going out to get some things, so come here.
Where's the lead, boy?"

I handed it to Him as I had looped it behind me, so that it
didn't fall into the washing up. Master guided me up the
stairs on the leash, which was much easier than going down,
and into the playroom. I was surprised; there were TWO
other people there. Where had the second come from? I
didn't have much time to take them in before Master showed
me to a door that I previously not noticed. This might have
had something to do with the fact that it was barely more
than a foot in height and situated at ground level.

"This is the box where slaves stay, whilst their Master is
out." He gave me time for that to sink in before opening
the door. "Get in, boy."

I did as I was told and took in my new surroundings as the
door was shut and bolted. The inside of the door was rough
wood, but the floor was covered. As darkness closed in, I
could hear Master talking to the two in the room.
Apparently Master was going to the shops. The relationship
was obviously not one of submission outside a scene.

Master went out, leaving me with my own thoughts. I tried
to get comfortable, which was not too difficult, although
the space was a bit cramped. The calm solitude suited my
emotions to calmness, but after a time the close darkness
made staying awake harder and harder... and harder....

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A loud bang startled me out of my semi-conscious state, as
Master closed the front door directly below. I turned back
to face the door to the box, now eagerly waiting to serve
Master. A solid thump-thump as Master came up the stairs
let that feeling turn to anticipation. Finally, the bolts
were slid back with a solid clack. The door opened and
light flooded in.

"Get out here, boy," Master commanded.

I crawled from the box and stood blinking in the relative
brightness. The two other young guys were engrossed in
something on the computer, so I turned my full attention to
Master. His commanding face considered me for a moment
before ordering me to the bedroom.

"Get onto the bed, boy," Master clarified.

Leaving behind the black playroom and red anteroom, I moved
along the short upstairs landing, to the bedroom next door.
I walked between the large double bed that took up most of
the room and the bookshelf. Sitting on the edge of the bed,
naked save for my collar, I tried to make out some of the
titles on the shelf, but without my glasses the effort was
futile. Instead I let my mind wander and sank back onto the
bed.

Master entered the room and, after shedding His clothes,
climbed on to the bed next to me. I slid over to accept his
embrace and found myself kissing Master passionately. His
hands slid across my body, lingering on my nipples, gently
massaging them. As Master continued to play with my
nipples, I lost myself in the kiss' flood of passion
centred on tongues and lips.

Swiftly my attention was drawn back to my nipples as
Master's gentle massage turned to a tight grip. The sudden
electric thrill on my chest intensified with the force of
Master's grasp. Suddenly Master stopped gripping with His
fingers and turned His hands so He was holding my chest
with his thumbs directly over my nipples. He pressed down
on my nipples hard. The sensation shot through my body and
my back arched involuntarily. The feeling was all
consuming, burning like twin fires in my chest and
rendering thought of anything else impossible.

"Lick my nipples, boy."

The instruction came as Master released my chest. As I
moved my head down to one side of Master's chest, I let my
hand slide down the other, caressing Master's skin. My
tongue made contact with His chest and spiralled in to the
nipple. As my light touch began to spiral out, my lips
closed around the darker skin and I began to suck gently. I
let my free hand caress His chest and begin to focus on the
other nipple as my tongue sped over the now firm bump of
the first. I sucked harder and lost myself in the motion of
my tongue. For minutes, I let simply sucked and caressed
with my tongue.

Swiping my tongue around one more time, I sucked hard and
pulled my mouth away, breaking contact with the skin. My
tongue swirled around the skin now open to the air before I
moved my focus to the other side of His body to repeat the
process.

Any remaining thoughts fled and all that remained was
Master. As I ended my contact to swap back I let my
technique grow stronger, so that I used my tongue to press
the stiff protrusion against my teeth. Several more times I
swapped sides, and on each, I increased slightly the
strength of my attentions.

Eventually Master indicated that I should attend to the
rest of his body. My kisses trailed down His torso,
stopping briefly at His navel, before continuing down to
His thighs. Kissing first down one thigh and then back up
the other brought me to my eventual goal. I started by
licking up over Master's balls and along the underside of
His cock. I slid my head down to continue my ministrations,
but Master had other ideas.

Turning over, He commanded a similar worship of His back.
My kisses trailed His back and slowly crept to His ass. As
they drew towards the centre, homing in on the cleft
between His buttocks, Master adjusted His position to give
me better access to His hole. I licked the new area,
savouring the unfamiliar tastes and striving to do the best
I could to pleasure Master. As I let myself close in on His
hole, I used my hands to pull His cheeks apart slightly. My
tongue ran in a circle around the edge, causing me to first
taste the newness and then for my saliva to neutralise it.
My first impression of the taste was a strange dulling
blandness, rather than the acute taste I was expecting. I
did my best, by first letting my tongue glide around the
edge of His hole, before tentatively pushing my tongue in
harder.

My tongue is, to be honest, neither long nor strong and it
showed. Getting my tongue to penetrate any distance seemed
futile. Shortly Master tired of my ineffective attempts and
turned the tables for a demonstration. Swapping positions,
Master got behind my slightly parted legs, and with His
formidable tongue, started to lick my virgin hole. I had
never felt anything like it before, the strange sense of
vulnerability at having that area touched vanished quickly
to be replaced by ecstasy. Waves of pleasure washed over my
body, as Master's expertise showed itself. I could now see
the difference in technique. Whilst I had been fairly
gentle, Master used his full strength to advantage, both
for holding my butt cheeks apart for better access and with
his strong, long tongue.

"Do you understand now?"

"Yes, sir, " I gasped, dragging myself out of the sea of
pleasure.

Swapping back, I delved into my task with renewed gusto. My
grip firmed to provide better access making it much easier
for my tongue to gain access. The taste was now normal to
me and, with my renewed concentration on technique, there
was no room in my head for the exploration of emotions. MY
whole world became that hole. Licking around, spiralling
in, thrusting with my tongue, I varied my pace to gain some
rest for my tongue. As I thrust, I pushed my face closer
and harder, making it necessary to break for air regularly.

Master must have noticed my slowly tiring tongue, as He
turned over, allowing me to go back to work on His nipples
for a short period, before returning to his cock. By now
Master was much more ready and responded to my touch.
Letting my tongue glide over His balls and up His shaft,
pressing hard along the underside, I brought my hand up to
stroke the underside of His balls. I drew my fingers
lightly from between His legs, up the back of His balls,
over to the front to the base of His cock, and repeated the
process. My other hand gently held His cock, so that I
could lick His cock head before taking it into my mouth.

As He hardened, I tried to take more of Him into my mouth,
but soon found that I had to deal with my gag reflex,
something that I was expecting, but it still took me by
surprise. I bobbed on the head for a few minutes, sucking
strongly, and as Master dropped a hand to the base of His
cock, returned to licking the head.

Presently, Master's other hand found its way to my head and
pressed down lightly. I dropped my head to resume sucking
and a few seconds later, was rewarded with a salty taste. I
swallowed and continued to suck, before slowly licking the
head one last time.

I finally raised my head to see Master awaiting me in His
arms. I moved up along side and let my body become engulfed
in His arms. With my arms lying loosely across Him, He
kissed me and I returned it thankfully. My body, feeling
drained of energy, was forgotten as something like sleep,
without any loss in awareness, draped over me like a cloth.
My kiss went slightly slack, and Master just held me...

I was still in that dreamlike trance as Master whispered to
me.

"How do you feel?"

"Uhh... fine, sir," I said in a sleepy voice.

"But, what do you feel about what you just did?"

"Umm, I don't know, sir, a bit confused," I replied, still
both aware and as if on another planet.

"I know, boy, you feel that what you did was right, but
your mind is telling you it was wrong and you can't see
why."

"Yes, sir."

We lapsed into silence and just lay there...

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After what seemed hours, but was probably mere minutes,
Master released me. I was feeling tired, but calm and
ready. As Master climbed out of bed and put on some
clothes, I wondered whether to follow him from the room,
but resolved that He would tell me if He wished me to move.
He left the room without comment and I sank back onto the
bed.

For several minutes I rested, but soon enough Master was
back.

"Are you hungry, boy?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come downstairs, boy, I bought you a pizza."

"Thank you, sir"

Master came around the bed with the leash, and I moved my
head to provide better access to the collar around my neck.
After clipping it on, Master led me out of bed and
downstairs to the kitchen, where he gave me the pizza.

My cooking skills are somewhere between atrocious and
horrendous. I can, at my best, cook a packaged meal without
burning it in an oven I know well. Luckily this was a
packaged meal, but unfortunately not an oven I knew well.
Although I had explained this to Master before our meeting,
I think it readily became apparent to Master that I was
more hopeless than He had feared. Seeing my confusion over
the controls on the oven, Master quickly took control.
After starting the pizza, Master left me, leash still
dangling to fix myself some toast.

Master returned to find me just finishing my toast and the
pizza finishing its time in the oven.

"I used to work in catering, boy, " Master answered by
perplexed look after removing and cutting the pizza with a
decidedly expert air.

"Thank you, sir, " I said as Master handed me the plate.

"You can go next door and sit down you know," Master
admonished when it became apparent that I was going to
stand there to eat it.

"Thank you, sir."

I went next door and sat on the edge of the sofa next to a
veritable mountain of Diet Coke, in which Master indicated
I was welcome to indulge. Master went upstairs, leaving me
perched naked on the edge of the sofa, holding a plate in
one hand and leant slightly forward so that the cold chain
of the leash stayed clear of my groin. Although slightly
cold, I was intent enough on my first food since breakfast
not to notice at first. In fact, as I ate, I was growing
full, leaving needing breaks between fits of eating. I
began to realise that I could hear snatches of Master's
conversation upstairs.

"... going out... eating... washing up... in box... no play
whilst I'm out..."

The thump-thump of Master's shoes on the stairs caused my
eyes to swivel to the doorway involuntarily. He appeared in
the portal, obviously dressed for going out of the house.

"I always go out on Mondays, boy. You can finish your meal
and do the washing up. Then go up and get in the box."

"OK, sir," I said for variation.

"I'll be back in an hour, slave," Master said as He left.

I finished my pizza and washed it down with a gulp or two
of Diet Coke before starting the washing up. First I
cleared what I had not had time to finish earlier, placing
all of the clean and dried items on the kitchen table.
After I had finished up with the evening's washing up, I
began on the task of putting the clean dishes away. I
always dislike doing this in an unfamiliar kitchen. The
problem is that I am never sure whether I'm putting the
dishes away in the correct places. When I'm not sure, which
is usual when putting away pots and pans, I always end up
in a conundrum -- do I stuff it into a possible space or
just leave it out? I usually end up leaving it out, as I
did now.

It was during this time that I had visitors. Visitors of
the feline variety. Apparently Master had cats, something
that didn't bother me (although I sometimes worry -- my dad
is allergic to them), but also something I was unused to.
However, the first, a wonderful black cat with occasional
white spots was certainly inquisitive and friendly, even if
its whiter companion was not. I felt a strange affinity for
the two cats, after all, we all wore collars and had the
same Master.

After doing as much of the putting away as I could, I
cleaned the surfaces and left the area tidy before turning
to go upstairs. I walked, leash chain still swaying away in
front of me, into the playroom and as I was feeling
slightly nervous again, barely glanced at the two others in
the room. I did the usual gymnastics to get into the box --
lying down on my side and doing a sort of semi-sideways-
crawl into the box -- before turning over to pull the door
shut. Apparently though, Master had left instructions with
the other two, for even as I moved to touch the door, it
was closed from outside and I heard the bolts being slid
shut.

I got myself as comfortable as was possible in the confined
space by curling up slightly. It seemed impossible to
stretch out fully with the rolls of I-don't-know-what at
either end. After I pooled the cold links of the leash
chain just in front of me and out of the way, I let myself
relax. I was contentedly full, somewhat tired and now lying
down; relaxing was easy.

After a while, with the coarse carpet digging into my side
and my legs cramping slightly from the lack of movement, I
just _had_ to stretch out. I wasn't sure whether the soft
rolls in the box were intended as head supports or simply a
symptom of the box being used for storage. I certainly
wouldn't want to use them as a pillow without permission.
Well, I'd just have to ask before the next time. With
myself stretched out as best I could around the rolls, I
began to relax again.

I spent the next hour or so in a sort of stupor, rousing
occasionally as sudden waves of nervousness suddenly washed
over my body at every loud noise. The gentle murmur of the
two in the room around me, always let my consciousness
slide away, but every time a bang from downstairs startled
me, a fresh nervousness of rewoken worries wracked my body.

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I lost track of time, all sense of its passage cloaked from
me in my dark enclosure. The bangs and murmurs slid by
until broken, an unknown time later, by the metallic clang
of the bolts being slid back in their slots. By now I was
back to my curled up position, ready for the moment when
Master opened the door. The light flooded in and my eyes
snapped shut with its sudden onslaught. My eyes flickered
open, slowly coming to terms with the brightness as Master
picked up the end of the leash, indicating that I should
get out and stand.

Even as I was stood, still blinking and shaking off the
shroud of drowsiness clutching at me, Master was readying
for the next adventure of the day. I was led, stumbling,
around the chairs and people cluttering the near end of the
room to the far corner. Master indicated that I should sit
on the nearest available object, which happened to be the
spanking horse, and hung the other end of the leash to the
nearest eyelet in the horse.

Having dealt with me for the moment, His attention slid to
the taller of the other two young guys in the room. As His
attention left me, the last vestiges of my oscitancy left,
leaving only the nervousness and physical feeling behind.
Although the room was warm enough to allow nudity without
discomfort, it was cool compared to the box. I shivered,
not just from the cold but more from nerves. It continued,
rising and falling in strength, now strong enough to rattle
my teeth, now a barely noticeable tremor.

"Remove your clothes," the tall one was instructed.

Master returned to me to remove my collar, but noticed my
leaf-like trembling.

"Are you cold, boy? The room can seem cold after the box."
I shook my head in the negative before Master continued.
"Are you thirsty? Do you want something to drink, boy?"

"Yes, please, sir," I got out not much more strongly than a
whisper.

Master retrieved a bottle of Diet Coke and I took the
proffered drink, thanking Him before placing it down. It
was a mistake, the gas in my stomach seemed to ignite my
stomach's dormant butterflies to renewed activity, making
my shaking ten times worse.

"Come and stand here, back to back," Master said to us
both.

We both complied wordlessly, leaving the two of us standing
there, him firm and seemingly in control, me trembling like
a leaf. Master selected some rope from the hooks on the
walls and, after running it through His fingers to remove
the storage knotting, turned His attention to our hands. I
barely noticed the rope being coiled around my wrists
before being tied off, or the point at which my hands and
those of the tall sub were drawn together. I did notice,
however, the reassuring touch that the passed between us
and responded by unclenching hands that I had never noticed
clenching. We clasped our bound hands as best we could and
I let his strength and calm seep into me. Before long,
although I was still shaking slightly, he moved one hand to
touch the top of my buttocks, which, felt like a
continuation of the comforting contact of seconds before.

Despite the efforts of my taller companion, I was still
nervous inside, and displaying it openly on the outside.
Master seemed to notice that my trembling was from more
than the cold and was not lessening, as He removed His most
recently added bond and continued removing others until He
could separate His two subs. I felt, at the same time,
guilty and glad, guilty for destroying Master's plan for a
scene and glad that he noticed my nervousness and changed
his plan to suit circumstance.

Master moved to the cage and reaching the "front", opened
the door before ushering me inside. I completed the
operation with an inelegant flop, due to the restriction in
the motion of my hands by my bonds.

I lay there on the well-padded cushion in the base of the
cage, recovering from my bout of nervousness as I watched
the scene unfold in front of me. Master finished untying
the sub's wrists, but quickly He instructed him to get up
on the cage, above me. Facing down with his head half on
and half off the cage, the sub was quickly restrained with
leather cuffs attached to some of the many eyelets on it. A
hood augmented his attire, preventing him from seeing me,
which actually comforted me greatly.

Out of my line of vision, Master retrieved something; I
strained to see what it was, but failed. I didn't have to
wait long for my curiosity to be sated though, as a sudden
thwap of something gently hitting skin sounded in the air.
More followed it, getting louder and, I supposed, harder.
The sounds stopped for a few moments, before Master turned
to the last sub, who had been tied up earlier that day.

"Do you want to try with this one?" Master asked.

"Umm, OK," a hesitant reply came.

"Come on."

"I don't think I can use this one."

"Of course you can, you just..." Master's voice trailed off
as He demonstrated.

A short moment later, a hesitant slap sounded from above,
before a more confident second and third.

"I don't want to, I don't get any pleasure from this one,"
the short one said before returning to the other end of the
room.

My thoughts during the exchange were mostly of interest and
a bit of surprise. I had assumed that the shorter person
was a sub, but apparently he was a switch, albeit one not
in a mood for domming perhaps? Whatever the case, it was a
conundrum that filled my mind for a few seconds before
Master turned His attentions back to the sub above me. As
he did so, he slipped a foot inside the cage, obviously for
my attentions.

I wriggled myself to the edge of the cage in a snake-like
fashion, before beginning to lick, kiss and suck the top of
His foot. I licked and kissed to top of His foot up to as
close to the bars as I could get before running the kisses
back down His feet to suck on His toes. Around and around I
went, lost in the bliss of my act, savouring every taste,
delighting at every new part of his foot that I could
worship with the touch of my mouth and tongue. Now he
swapped feet and the whole enrapturing experience could
begin anew. I lost myself in it, never once noticing what
Master might have been doing to the other sub above.

Apparently content with his work above and ready for a
change of task for myself, Master went to the cage door and
opened it, indicating that I should exit. I did this with
some difficulty, still having my arms in that wonderfully
secure and reassuring position behind my back. Once I was
standing, Master got me to the side of the cage next to the
sub's legs. Putting a little pressure on my back, Master
bent me forwards over the cage and the sub's legs.

The cage was slightly too tall for me, making me stand on
tiptoes to hold the required position. I was no longer very
nervous, for it had been replaced by a strange alertness,
leaving me to hear every breath of the sub below me, every
scuff of feet on the floor, to feel every little movement
in the air around me.

A small rattling sound, as if made by metal in contact with
plastic, was the sound I heard moments before the first
blow landed. I involuntarily grunted from the surprise,
before remembering to breathe again. The feeling on my skin
was certainly surprising, the initial sting dissipating to
a dullness that was almost soothing. I didn't have long to
experience it though, as the next blow landed, starting the
feelings off again. Before long, the impacts were coming
regularly and my breathing was changing, becoming shallow,
as I lost myself in the feelings coursing through my body
from my backside. It was a strange ecstasy that overcame
me, not the erotic passion of heated and desperate
lovemaking but the wondrous feelings of vulnerability and
surrender.

I was starting to shake at about the same time as it was
becoming difficult to remain holding myself up, since my
legs were tiring. Just at this point, Master obviously felt
that that was enough for me that evening, as He stopped and
waited for a bit.

"Boy! Aren't you going to say thank you? You must remember
to say thank you when I spank you. Next time you forget
I'll have to start again."

"Err, I'm sorry, sir."

"It's OK this time, boy, but remember in future," He let it
pass and retrieved a camera, "hold still, boy."

I did my best to hold my shaking in check, as He took
several pictures. After He finished with the camera, He
went to work on releasing the ropes encircling my wrists
before getting me to stand up. I stood there still shaking
slightly for a moment as Master disposed of the rope. When
He returned, He held me tightly and we kissed, a long,
soothing kiss, which relaxed me more then I would have
expected.

"Have you felt your bottom, boy?" Master said quietly in my
ear.

"No, sir."

We disengaged and, still feeling slightly giddy, I placed
my hands over my ass cheeks. They were warm! Really warm!
Master smiled at my apparent surprise and gathered me up
for another short hug and kiss.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes, sir, I've been up for a while."

"Go next door to the bedroom."

"Yes, sir," I said as I complied.

Once I was next door, I couldn't help but feel my ass
again, the feeling was still surprising. It didn't hurt or
even ache but the warmth was like a strange badge of pride
to myself now. I sat and then lay down on top of the bed,
my exhausted body curled up somewhat.

A few minutes later, Master entered.

"You can get in the bed you know."

"Thank you, sir."

I quickly scrambled under the covers as Master got in
Himself. I moved over to accept Master's embrace and gave a
slow, tired kiss before simply pressing myself against Him
gently. We lay there for a while before he talked softly to
me.

"You know why I spanked you, don't you, boy? You know what
it was that you did wrong?"

"I, uh, I did quite a few small things wrong today, sir."

"Which one was the big one though, boy?"

"I-I... I don't know, sir."

"It was not having your phone switched on, wasn't it, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said in an uncertain voice barely above a
whisper.

"Did you want me to do it, boy?"

"I, uhh, it's your choice to make, sir."

He suddenly moved His hand behind me and spanked me hard.

"I know that but when I ask you for your opinion, boy, I
want to hear it."

"Yes, sir, I erm, I guess I did want it but I was very
nervous."

"Yes you were. I think we need two new rules after today.
You're to keep your phone on all the time and you have to
answer my questions when I ask for your opinion."

"Yes, sir."

"You go to sleep now."

"Yes, sir, thank you," I replied sleepily.

Master disentangled Himself from me and got out of bed to
leave the room, turning the light off and closing the door
behind Him as He went. I moved back to the side of the bed
and got comfortable before drifting off into a deep sleep,
content with my day and myself.

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