Date: Mon, 02 Oct 2000 16:34:44 EDT
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Slave - A First Time Story:   part 4

I was awoken what seemed only minutes later by my master calling out to me.
He was standing astride my bed, again, his form only vaguely silhouetted.
He had apparently pulled back the covers and sheets to reveal me sporting a
nocturnal erection.  He ordered me to get out of bed and prepare for my next
slave session.  He stepped aside in the darkness and told me to walk
straight-ahead 5 paces.  After doing so, he slipped behind me and told me
not to turn around.  He said he had a flashlight.  He told me that with the
aid of his directed beam of light I was to walk out of the room, cross the
hall, and enter the bathroom.  As I obeyed, I noticed the lights in the
hallway downstairs were off.  Without the flashlight it truly would have
been nearly pitch black.  Once in the bathroom, he told me to wait where I
was until he joined me there.  By now, my erection was no longer nocturnal.
Dripping pre-cum again, I wondered what erotic adventures he had in store
for me.  Would we perhaps shower together?  In the bathroom behind me, he
shone the flashlight at the bathtub and told me get in it and lay down as
much in the center of the tub as I could facing up.  As I carefully lifted
my leg over the high ridge of the huge tub, my wet cock swaggered in the
beam of light aimed on it.  The surface was cold to the touch of the palm of
my foot and I realized that the tub would feel cold to my nudity.  As I lay
down, I shivered with the stone coldness against my backside.  He nearly
shone the flashlight in my face the whole time he climbed in with me,
careful not to step on me, his large bare feet straddling my firm love
handles as he stood over me.  Only old bathroom accoutrement could
accommodate two people in this fashion.  He told me to lie perfectly still
as the flashlight snapped off and I heard a rustling of clothing on him.
For a moment there was complete silence before I heard him let out a little
cough and suddenly I heard and felt the piddling flow of warm water fall on
my still excited genitals.  The acrid odor alerted me to the fact that he
was peeing on me.  Slowly the stream of warm urine moved up my torso.
Rather than be offended, I was enjoying another intensely intimate
experience and welcomed the warm wetness spray on my cold dry epidermis.
Eventually the stream fell full force on my face and I had to spit to keep
from tasting the salty acridness.  As the intensity of the stream
diminished, it ended on my now drenched midsection.  He told me not to move
and he carefully climbed out of the tub.  He told me to get up and lean
against the wall opposite from the fixtures.  He explained that now we were
to shower, but he was to wash me. I was not to touch him at all.  Following
his instructions, he climbed back in the tub in front of me.  He told me he
would adjust the faucets to the right temperature.  I heard the strain and
squeal of turning faucets and the rush of warm water emitting from the
showerhead.  Again, he climbed out of the tub and drew the curtains.  He
told me to stand directly under the shower.  The water flowing over me was
just the right temperature.  It felt great.  I heard a rustling of clothes
through the rushing water.  He pulled back the curtain from behind me and
this time climbed in where I had stood.  I suspected that for the first time
he was completely disrobed in my presence.  Suddenly, I felt a bar of soap
and his prodigious hands on me.  It was thrilling to be attentively washed
by another man from head to toe.  He even lathered my hard cock and
shampooed my adjacent bush.  Before rinsing me off, he stuck the bar of soap
up the crack of my ass and then fingered around my rectum to insure that I
was clean to his satisfaction.  When we were both out of the tub, he tossed
me the large fluffy bath sheet I had encountered before and told me to towel
myself off.  When I finished, I was to cross the hall and walk into the
bedroom from whence we came and sit at the bedside. I noticed that he did
not directly cross into the bedroom but hurriedly walked down the hall
presumably to another room.

Before I was ready to cross the hall myself, he had returned and pointed the
flashlight into the bedroom to assist my walk to the bed.  Sitting on the
side of the bed, I heard him walk up to me.  I felt him reach for my right
hand and place it on his own fully hardened cock sticking out straight at me
horizontally.  It was an unbelievably pleasant re-acquaintance.  In my other
hand he shoved a tube of something.  Presumably a tube of lubricant for he
insisted that I squirt dabs of the stuff on to my fingers and spread it out
over the whole length of his penis.   I was then ordered to spread a towel
he had handed me over the bottom-fitting sheet of the bed.  He told me to
climb over the towel on my hands and knees, doggy style.  I felt the heave
as he climbed on the bed behind me.  I dreaded the event that was to take
place next, but I believed it to be the ultimate test of my affection for
men.  I earnestly wanted to pass it.  He told me that if I wanted, I could
rest my head on a pillow, but the top of my head had to be resting against
the brass bars.  Instead of greasy fingers invading my butthole, I next felt
him spread my ass cheeks with those brusque digits and then the unmistakable
feel of his tongue skillfully flicking about that region.  Rapturous new
pleasures were mine again.  I found myself thrusting my hips backward to
meet the sweeping licks at such a sensitive spot.  I gasped as he prodded
his tongue into the bull's eye, parting the encirclement of my fortunate
sphincter.  Soon tongue was replaced with coated fingers, and my conditioned
posterior greeted the stroking penetration with ease and pleasure.  This
welcome invasion was short lived.