Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2005 13:26:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob 24 (gay/auth)

And with that, the dial tone rang out. And it
continued to pierce into my eardrums and Katie lay
collapsed, exhausted, with her big fake cock buried so
deep in me. I was exhausted too, and savoring every
moment before she would begin making welts on my ass
with my thick leather paddle. But for now, I still had
a a second of pleasure, knowing I had cum after so
much fucking because Master took control and made me
do it. I knew I had lost all control and would be
permanently in his control. And this weekend, I would
be back in his service, in his dungeon. He would again
control me fully, from inside and out, stretching my
physical and mental bounds. And once again I could
fully relax, knowing that I need only focus on
pleasing and satisfying my Master. I would certainly
do my best to provide a pleasurable Father's Day,
knowing he was more of a Daddy than just a sexual
mentor. He had that special power of persuasion that
only a true Daddy could provide. And soon enough I
would be back in his arms.

But for now, I was about to be untied and taken to the
living room for severe abuse. But for the moment, I
was still Master's pussyboy, and he had allowed me the
release I needed. As happy as I could be...

...As happy as I thought I could be. As had once been
the case, I was dropping back into the familiar habit
of using Katie as a substitute for what I really
needed. Even though she had a big leather paddle to
add to her power, Katie caused pain but never took me
above simple suffering. I never got that familiar
feeling, that glow that every true pussy bottom boy
knows, the feeling of being over the knee of a
dominant man, suffering under his skilled and powerful
hands. Rather than causing severe pain, a properly
delivered spank by a man leads quickly from simple
discomfort to a warming sensation in the ass, before
finally entering a zone where pain no longer matters
much. Once you reach that point, each firm hand
landing on fleshy cheeks is no longer an imposition of
pain, but a reminder of roles. It is a time when a
proper administration of pain can be the total
expression of emotional connection; like a father
disciplining the son for his own good, there is a
knowing feeling and being subjected to controlled
abuse intended to convey domination. And unlike the
child who misses much of the significance of such
spanks until later in life, a truly aware slave, as I
was becoming, is intimately aware during each spanking
of the power, control and domination exhibited in that
moment. Unfortunately, I was noticing it during a
painful session as I was spread eagle before the fire
place and forced to take an aggressive paddling from
my ex. And it was in this moment that I realized that
this weekend would have to be then end of such
activities with Katie. Perhaps she could fuck me with
her strapon, but no longer would she be allowed to try
to act like she was dominating me. It was clear she
was simply playing a role, as I once had as a scared,
wannabe sub, but that what I needed was what I had
always known: to be fully and exclusively used by
Master, to submit totally to Master and hand myself
over to him. I had been planning on offering that at
the end of the school year, when I would graduate and
finally be free to move to be with him. But I felt I
could not wait another nine months; I was suffering
under Katie's misguided efforts, yet not getting what
I truly needed: to be absolutely controlled in every
though and for every moment by the man who had drawn
me out of my shell and into acceptance of my totally
submissive, gay desire. I had denied it for so long,
but Master had painstakingly waited as I wasted years
hiding from the reality that was right in front of my
face. Thankfully these thoughts kept me going. helping
me ignore the pain as Katie's vengeful paddling
continued.

The next day was spent in school and then getting
ready for my return to Master's dungeon. I prepared
properly, first cleaning out my hole and having it
thoroughly shaved smooth before placing a plug in and
continuing. Katie helped with the difficult areas, and
soon I was a smooth pussyboy. Of course I had to save
every drop of my cum, building pressure in my balls,
but I was forced to play with my cock periodically to
make sure my bag was swollen full. Katie made me eat
her out before bed, but that was the end of the sexual
activities. I had to get up early in the morning to
get ready for the train. As I had the first time, I
wrote "PussyBoy" in large letters across my belly. I
then had to clamp my nipples off with the alligator
clips, dreading the fact that it would be three or
four hours before I would be in Baltimore and hope
they would be removed. My balls were tied off and my
cock sheathed. I slid the jeans on from two nights
ago, the ones with a nasty mess of cum and saliva in
swirls across the thighs, where Master had forced me
to lose control and cum before trying to clean it up.
The gripped my body tight, and I put on a white
t-shirt that did the same. My plug, a nice sized one,
though small enough to be manageable during the train
ride, was still in place. Katie picked up two shopping
bags, showing me she was not packing but that she had
stopped by the Pleasure Basement for some bondage-type
gear. Lots of leather straps and stuff, but she was
still playing along so not exactly ready to take the
railroad to Baltimore dressed that way. She laughed as
she read my chest through the thin fabric, humiliating
me.

We hopped on the subway and made it to the station,
then just caught the train in time (after a painful
jog; butt plugs are not designed for this kind of
urban athletics). We had a pretty quick ride, my mind
focused on what I wanted to say to Master as well as
what he would do to me, to confirm and seal such an
offer...

Soon enough, we were walking out of the Baltimore
station towards the dark BMW. Master was waiting, and
I knew to get in and immediately strip naked. I did so
in the front seat, as Katie slid her packages into the
back and got in. By the time we left the curb I was
already upside down, my head on the floor, ass
pointing straight up, knees on the dash. I looked up
just enough to see the smile on Master's face as he
inspected the sight. And I twitched painfully in my
twisted position as Master rubbed a dry finger around
the rim of my butt plug and took a deep sniff of my
undeniable musk. He then leaned over and had me lick
his fingers as he discussed how much he loved the
smell of my fresh boy pussy hole, relishing in the
slight scent that had developed around my plug during
the ride. Soon enough, I saw Master take a turn and
the sky disappeared, giving way to the roof of the
parking garage in Master's basement. And once the car
came to a stop, I got dizzy as the blood went back to
my head as I was dragged out the door and pushed into
the elevator. Master had me up against the wall,
groping me like an angry cop looking for concealed
drugs. And he grabbed my sheathed cock and yanked it
back between my legs.

"Ah, nice to have you back, you pathetic faggot
pussyboy. Just thought you needed a bit of that to get
the blood flowing."

He pressed the button and the elevator went to his
penthouse. When we got there, Master dragged me by the
cock up to the dungeon room while he sent Katie to
refresh and have a drink down stairs. And once again,
I was alone in the musky darkness, smelling Master,
feeling his power in every gesture, as I prepared to
turn my body and life over to him completely. And I
was in total happiness.

To Be Continued....