Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2008 10:26:15 -0800
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: SUB-Student, Part Three

The Sub-Student
PART THREE
By bamaboi2serve@charter.net

  Bitch boi's legs were still secured to the shower floor as he sat on the
little bench, looking at the shaving equipment I had left out for him. The
rubber wrist restraints were still on him, but I had untied his hands to
allow him to follow his orders.
   I lazily manipulated my cock, watching on my monitor, seeing that he
wasn't too anxious to remove the rest of his man-hair. It was so early in
our relationship...he was learning how to expand what he just thought were
boundaries!
   Finally, after delaying as much as he could, he put some foam into his
hand and lazily spread it on one leg, looking around the room, including
directly at my hidden video camera, though he didn't know it. Then he
picked up the razor and held it for a while. His other hand went to one of
his tits and played with it, then he raised one hand and sniffed his bare
underarm...oh, the secret things I could learn from this hidden camera!
Eventually he sighed and took the razor, beginning on his right leg,
removing swaths of hair with each pass. In a matter of minutes the right
leg was done, though when he lifted the leg up I could see he would need my
help to get the hair in his ass crack. He dipped the razor into a small
bucket I had kindly left out for him, cleaning away the hair form the
blade.
   I stopped playing with myself, not wanting to shoot now, and my cock
cooled down a bit as I watched him shave his other leg. I always found it
amazing how absolutely changed a boy can be simply by removing a little
hair.
    As he finished, I turned off the monitor and walked back into the room.
    I grabbed the hose and washed him off, then moved inside the shower
stall, my still half-hard cock in his face.
  "OK boi, time for some serious testing here. Are you a good cocksucker?"
     The bitch boi struggled with his answer, finally coming up with a
simple "Yes, Sir!". That would do for me...I stepped forward and inserted
my cock into the mask hole and into his willing mouth. I put both hands
behind his head and pulled him onto my shaft over and over, causing an
almost immediate erection for me and a continuation of his seemingly
endless hardness.

     "Another rule...when you are not masked, and you're sucking on your
Master's cock, you are to look up at me bitch!" I ordered and I could
envision his eyes moving up behind the rubber mask to meet mine, big brown
puppy eyes that were huge as he accepted the mouth fuck he was getting. I
pistoned him with a steady pace, in and out, over and over, fucking his
mouth and diving a touch deeper each time, finally touching his throat and
making him gag as I inserted the first inch all the way in, giving him his
first lesson in deep throating.
    I held his head firmly with both hands, not willing to let him pull
out. He frantically and quickly learned to inhale using only his nose. Just
to play for a second, I used the fingers on one hand to clamp his nostrils
shut and his eyes got even bigger. I kept my fingers there only a moment, I
wanted him to learn the lesson that I was in control, and that only took
the briefest of time with no oxygen.
   His hands were unrestrained, but I noticed he kept them behind his back,
in the proper slave position. What a find this boi was!
   He was breathing through his newly appreciated nostrils as I pushed my
tool into his throat another inch, then made some short back and forth
thrusts, rubbing against his throat opening, letting him know what if felt
like to have a Master's cock deep inside. Then I pulled out. I wasn't ready
to cum, and I wasn't sure I wanted him to have the privilege of tasting my
sperm yet.
  "Look down!" I ordered, as my dripping cock slapped across his
rubber-covered face when I pulled it out of his mouth. His head aimed
downward, saliva dripping from the mouth hole.
    If I worried I was being too tough with him, a quick glance down at
this extraordinary erection was all I needed to ease my conscience. All of
this was a major turn-on for Jimmy, not to mention me!
   My new bitch was shaking now, and dripping too! He was so ready to shoot
that I probably could have caused it by just touching his tits. Time to
cool down a bit.
   "Stay!", I ordered, as if he could simply get up and leave if he wanted
to!
   I retreated to my living room to plot out what happened next in this
first scene with the new boi. That's the advantage of being a
Master. Obviously you are running things, and that means the flow is at
your pace, for your benefit. I grabbed a beer and watched the boy on the
monitor.
   How did I want the rest of the evening to progress? No hurry on my
part...no work in the morning, and he wasn't going anywhere.