Date: Mon, 02 Oct 2000 16:28:01 EDT
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Slave - A First Time Story:   part 3

At this point, I believe we were both breathing heavily.  Before he
completely caught his breath I heard a loud rustling in his chair.  He
evidently was writhing to remove an article of clothing and his hair matted
calf pleasingly brushed up against my ankle in the process.

When the sounds ended and he seemingly was sitting up in the seat as before,
he slowly and deeply spoke, "now it's your turn.  Get down on your hands and
knees and place your head above my lap.'

I felt almost resentful but not surprised as I obeyed this command.  I felt
almost instantly revived as I caught an exhilarating whiff of his man scent.
  My eyes had now better adjusted to the dark and I beheld before me his
thick majestic fully hardened cock resting against his lower abdomen.  I had
seen other men's erections of course in straight porn, and I had always
imagined myself indifferent to them.  I was hardly indifferent to this
magnificent specimen however and couldn't take my eyes off it.  Oh, if there
was only more light in the room to better observe the details of my newly
discovered "objet d'art."   It must have been at least 7 1/2", cut, with a
sumptuous "straight arrow" dickhead, the ridge sloping to an artful curve.
It had a stunningly wide girth and a substantial tunnel that ran along the
underside from the base to the dickhead.  Two impressive orbs hung from a
mature low ball sac.  This mesmerizing display was surrounded by a
beautifully curled and tousled heavy bush, which more than a couple inches
up lightened to a handsome graze, spread over the entire lower abdomen.

I think he approved of the trance like expression on my face.  I was
practically drooling and I felt the same heat build up in my loins.  Once
again I felt my own male parts stir and swell with renewed passion.
Satisfied that I was stimulated by what I saw, he more good naturedly
commanded me to gently grab hold of his penis, observe it and stroke it.
But more menacingly, he insisted that I was not to look up from his lap.
Throughout his session of dominance, he was to remain strictly anonymous.
Furtively but decisively I reached out for the gorgeous living sculpture
that pulsed with my grasp.  The heat that leapt into my hand and the silky
smoothness that covered this turgid fleshy wand was a defining moment in my
life.  I hope the reader will not be offended when I say that being granted
the privilege to handle and more carefully study this vivacious living
appendage was nearly a religious experience.  At this moment, all
inhibitions and negative feelings about my homosexual impulses evaporated
instantly.  I knew this delicious man meat, complete with its heat, its
veins, its smoothness, and its unmistakable animal magnetism was about to be
mine and I CRAVED IT !!  . . . . . . In an instant, I was joyful that I was
attracted to men and that there were men who were probably attracted to me.
I was enthralled with the prospect of mutual bodily pleasures between men.
I knew that I was just embarking on an adventure in my life that would bring
me thrilling satisfactions that I had heretofore never imagined.  Most of
all, my animus toward my captor was no more.  It was replaced with affection
and sincere reverence.  I felt sexy as I never had before, contemplating
what explicit practices he would require of me.  I would now eagerly oblige
his every whim.  The painful embarrassment, the humiliations were swept
aside and well worth it as I pondered that their consequence was my exotic
and erotic metamorphosis.  Ironically, the fact that that miserable amazon
had won me in that tawdry auction was the best stroke of good fortune I had
ever known.

My contemplation was interrupted by a thrilling new command.  Very simply,
but authoritatively he demanded, "now lick it all over."  I nearly head
punched him in the stomach as I lurched forward darting my tongue out to
oblige him.  First, I cleaned off the salty pre-cum that was oozing out of
his pee hole.  I then swirled my tongue all around his springy dickhead and
under the ridge.  My tongue lapped over his hot veiny smooth shaft, from the
ridges to the base, his thick man bush tickling my nose, its aroma making me
giddy.  His musky taste and smell were a sensational turn-on for me.  Up and
down his animated and throbbing pillar of flesh I would lick, my tongue
strokes ever increasing in firmness and confidence.  I was gratified that he
evidenced pleasure with this exercise, as I heard little low pitched moans
and grunts gurgle from the deep recesses of his throat.  At one point, he
groaned for me to lick his balls.  Happy to oblige, my tongue moved lower
over his wrinkled sac and further to taste the responsive springy orbs that
hung down there.  Realizing I was only giving him pleasure, I daringly
sucked one ball part way into my mouth, running my tongue over the sac that
covered it then proceeded to the next.

Nearly shouting, he blurted out his next request.  "Now take it in your
mouth, but watch your teeth.  Take your time.  Relax and try to take it down
your throat.  I intend to cum in your mouth and you are to swallow every
drop of it."

This at first seemed a daunting task.  I wondered how I was going to get
this living beast in my finite mouth, but I was hungrily determined to do my
best.  I opened my mouth pulling my teeth away from my lips and led in his
spongy dick head.  I enveloped my lips over it and swirled my tongue all
around.  By now he had placed his warm large hand firmly over the back of my
head.  He was prompting my head lower, and my mouth glided slowly down his
long thick shaft, my tongue furiously stroking up and down and all around.
I was mustering all the suction I could apply on this hot pulsing smooth wet
pole and it tasted wonderful.  In seconds, this seemed the most natural and
pleasurable activity there is.  It was as if this was another vital function
of the mouth: to suck cock.  The fact that in my 19 years, this was the
first time to engage in such a delight was inexplicable to me.   I strained
my ears to listen to his louder grunts and groans over the din of the almost
deafening slurping noises evoked by my greedy ministrations to his throbbing
wet pleasure pole.  I was now determined to take his dickhead to the back of
my tongue and into my throat, as if to swallow this delectable male organ
whole.  By now, he was face fucking me and I had learned to relax by taking
deep breaths from my nose to help diminish the gag reflex.  The thrusts of
hot cock were now bouncing against the back of my mouth and my throat opened
as if to begin swallowing it.  As I was dangling his big balls with one
hand.  I crammed his huge meat down as far as I could with the other.
Suddenly, his thrusts stopped, my fingers felt the balls do the telltale
dance in their sac, his cock impaled down my throat gave one fabulously
expansive throb and I felt what must have been long strings of heated cum
shoot down my throat.  He was gurgling out long throaty moans of pleasure as
he discharged a flood of pearly passion into my vitals.

After releasing him, we both were breathing hard again, this time in a state
of exhaustion.   Again, before completely regaining his breath he spoke.
"You are a good slave and a good student.  But I am not finished with you
yet.  Before we continue, you need some rest.  Listen to my instructions
carefully.  Get up and leave the room through the same door you entered.
Exit the room you took off your clothes through the same door you entered.
This will lead you into the front hallway.  Climb the stairway at the front
of the house.  At the upstairs hallway take your first right.  You can sleep
in the bed in that room.  If you need a bathroom, there is one directly
across from the hall where you will be sleeping.  The upstairs is completely
dark.  You are not to turn on any lights on upstairs except in the bathroom
and only for as long as you need it.  In the meantime you are forbidden to
put on any clothes.  You will remain completely naked until I instruct you
otherwise.  Now go and rest.  I will meet you in the bedroom when I am
ready. "

I arose without saying anything, plodded off by the candles to the door, my
bare heels making thumping noises against the wooden floor, and entered the
barren pantry, carefully closing the door behind me.  The clothes in this
dimly lit room were draped over the furniture just as I left them.  I was
relieved that the officious woman had not stolen them.  When I opened the
door to the hallway.  the comparatively bright lights nearly blinded me.  I
had no idea how long I had been imprisoned in relative darkness.  I wondered
out loud as to the time and proceeded to the stairway as my eyesight
adjusted to the light.  I was startled part way upstairs by the presence of
a full-length mirror hung just above the banister, that I had not noticed on
my arrival.  For a fleeting moment I perceived that a naked colleague was
accompanying me upstairs.  Even though I was again cold and still completely
defenseless in a strange house, it felt good to be naked and sexual.  I
winked at myself as I passed that mirror and noticed that I had begun to
harden again.  At the top of the steps, it was unlit, as my master had
assured.  I opened the first door on the left, quickly felt for a light
switch by the doorway and turned it on.  Sure enough, it was the bathroom,
complete with old-fashioned fixtures and installations.  I lifted the seat
off the toilet, secured my semi-rigid dick in my fingers, and peed
contentedly in the bowl.  For some reason, the tinkling sound of my pee
hitting the bowl water sounded like music to my ears.  I lowered both the
seat and the lid, washed my hands in the sink and dried myself on an
especially large fluffy towel draped over a rack on the door.  I remembered
to switch off the light as I left.  I crossed the hall and entered a very
dark bedroom.  I could barely make out a large barred bed at the far end of
the room, as this room was also evidently draped tightly and I proceeded
cautiously to the bed hoping that I would not bump into any indiscernible
furniture on the way.  Upon arrival, I pulled back the covers and gleefully
climbed in.  The clean sheets felt marvelous against my naked skin.  Thus
began a lifelong habit of sleeping in the nude, with or without a partner.