Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2014 21:15:24 -0500
From: Nycjohnny44 <nycjohnny44@aol.com>
Subject: Twelve Days of Domination Part 1

This story is about sexual Domination between two consenting adults. Always
practice safe sex and make sure that any sexual contact is safe, sane and
consenual.


The Twelve Days of Domination I


	It had all started a few days ago. We knew each other somewhat. We
travelled in similar, overlapping circles, but I can't say we knew each
other well. He was more handsome than I was and more confident, which made
people flock to him. They wanted his attention and acknowledgement, while I
faded, not completely into the background, but while he was bright and
sharp and in focus, the cameras on me would have been fuzzy. I don't say
any of this to gain sympathy. My life was good and I enjoyed myself
(mostly). I didn't hook up often, but now and then my dick pic on some site
was enough to find someone attractive enough and smart enough to meet up
with. I say this only because it was a surprise to me when I was standing
in the corner of the room, looking at my friend's bookshelf, while at a
party. I was looking through some book about exercise, when he came up to
me.
	"Hello." He spoke formally, without any trace of an accent I could
find. His voice was deep, but naturally. There was nothing artificial about
him.
	"Hi," I replied, turning slightly red. My voice felt high and
feminine and I dropped my voice low. "How are you?"
	He laughed. "You can just speak however you want to do so. I'm not
hung up on the whole `masc gay' thing. Sexy is sexy." He shook my
hand. "I'm Daniel." I introduced myself. "Yes, I know. We've never formally
been introduced, so I thought I would remedy that."
	I smiled shyly and returned the book I'd been looking at to the
shelf.
	"I came over, because I had a feeling about you. I've been having
it ever since I saw you first, but I think it was confirmed tonight. When
you were standing at the bar, waiting for a drink, you let three people get
in front of you. You didn't assert yourself, you didn't say anything, just
looked down at the floor and waited." He looked at me and waited for me to
react, I think. Waiting for me to say something that would have asserted
something, taken back some power, but I didn't.  I looked around, hoping
that no one was listening, hoping that someone would come near. "Don't look
around. I'm speaking to you, so you look at me." Speaking to me, I noted,
not with me. Still my head snapped back to look at him. "You're going to
say good bye to our hosts and thank them for a wonderful visit. Then you're
going to go downstairs and sit in the lobby and wait ten minutes for me. On
the ninth minute, you'll go outside and get us a cab, so I won't have to
wait in the cold weather. I know you and what you really want. You want me
to teach you to be a good little submissive. You're a natural but you need
practice. We're going to start tonight with a lesson. Every day you'll
learn a lesson and by the end of it, you'll thank me by begging me to do
things you've never even thought of right now." He looked at his
watch. "Ten minutes.
	I walked downstairs and did everything as I was told. I don't know
why I did this. I've never had any kind of rough sex. And, even though he
was a little taller than me, he wasn't a huge muscleman. He wasn't so
handsome that I would have done anything for him. A pretty face doesn't
make me swoon much and I had no idea why I felt compelled to do this.
	By the time I had a cab waiting he came out the door and I waited,
holding the door for him. He gave the cabbie an address and looked out the
window, not speaking with me, to me, at all. We got to his place and I
followed him inside. He pointed to the closet and handed me his coat and
while I was hanging up mine, poured himself a glass of wine. He motioned
for me to sit next to him, telling me I could feel free to ask him any
questions I might have.
	"I'm sure this is nothing like you've ever experienced before, but
I can tell, you want it. You may not know you do, and after tonight, if you
don't want to continue, we'll remain casual acquaintances and never speak
of this again. I'm guessing you'll want to continue. How does that sound to
you?" I replied that it was fine, and he smiled. "Take off all your
clothes. You won't wear anything."
	He watched me as each article of clothing came off and stopped me
once or twice, asking me to turn this way or that, staring, appraising,
smiling or not. I work out regularly and I'm careful about what I
eat. Though I'm not a model, my body is slightly better than average but I
felt undeserving of him, even though I might actually have been more
muscular. He had me bring him a sturdy chair from the corner of his
apartment and sat in it, flat footed. He gestured to me, and I lay across
his lap, like I hadn't since I was a child.
	"Your first lesson today will be endurance and tolerance. You'll
tolerate the pain as long as I want to give it out and you'll endure it. I
expect you to whimper and cry, but don't raise your voice so loud that the
neighbors will hear you. Do you understand?"
	I nodded and he brought his hand lightly to my backside, rubbing
each cheek in turn, letting my body get used to his touch. The first spank
landed surprisingly and my legs jerked up in shock and pain. I grunted and
the next blow landed in almost the same exact spot. This time I was
expecting it, and my legs didn't move but I still felt it. Each time his
hand landed on my ass, I could feel warmth rushing to my skin. I imagined a
red handprint almost tattooed on each cheek. It took me almost five minutes
before the first whimper came. He waited almost five swats after I made
that noise before he stopped for a minute. His hand started gently stroking
me, comforting me, making me feel more loved than punished. It was strange,
being stretched across his knees. As if I'd somehow found a place that
provided both comfort and structure. It wasn't until after he'd been
stroking me that I realized my dick was fully hard and pushing against his
thigh.
	"It seems you like this, don't you?" He didn't use my name, and it
wouldn't be until much later I realized he never used my name in those
first few times we met. My cock had started out dangling between his
thighs, soft and flaccid. Since it was hard and against his legs, he lifted
his leg up and down, causing it to rub against the soft wool of his
pants. Taking my hand he rubbed it against the growing bulge in his
pants. "This is the only cock that matters when you and I are together. If
you come it will be spontaneously. It won't be because I touch your cock
and it certainly won't be because you did. We'll get to a point where you
won't come in or out of my presence without permission, but for now I'll
let you jerk off at home. Whenever you want and however many times you
want. There will be a time, though, when I'll prevent that. I won't resort
to locking you up unless I have to, but hopefully that won't be necessary."
This time, the spanking came without any warning. It was merciless and I
couldn't take it. I started bucking, but he held me in place. He was much
stronger than I'd thought, and I let out a short, sharp yell.
	"Quiet!" He said. He landed a sharp blow on my ass and I bit down
the shout forming in my throat. The tears started coming and I whimpered,
begging for it to stop one minute and for it to continue the next. "I love
it when you beg me." He stopped spanking me for a minute and leaned
down. "I want you to remember this when you're jerking your dick off
later. Remember that right now, in this moment, you're begging me for your
pleasure. Remember that I'm the one who can give and take your pleasure
away." He landed a sharp blow and I barely stifled myself from
yelping. "Stand up and face away from me." I stood up and looked down at
the floor while I turned away from him. I heard him laugh a little and he
stood up and walked towards me. I felt his finger touch my back and trace a
line across my shoulders. I had stiffened at the touch. "I told you. One
lesson at a time. Are you afraid?" I nodded affirmatively, worried that my
voice would crack with emotion.  He came around and lifted my chin so that
I would look at his eyes. "I want you to see something." He showed me a
picture on his cell phone of my ass. It was a close-up. Both cheeks were
red and white and the edges were purple. I almost winced thinking about
sitting down. "Now that you've seen that, here's the more important
question: are you afraid of me?" I thought for a moment and shook my head
no. As much as I feared the emotions and desires this last half hour had
unleashed in me, he didn't scare me. I wasn't worried he'd scar me or hurt
me. I wasn't worried he'd tie me up and slit my throat. Especially when he
smiled at me. "Go home. I know you want to sleep here tonight, but I want
you to think about who you are and who you want to be. I'll see you in
three days. Back here. 7 pm." He kissed me lightly on the forehead and
stepped towards the window, turning his back to me and totally silent as I
slowly got dressed.