Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2015 01:10:44 -0500
From: Nycjohnny44 <nycjohnny44@aol.com>
Subject: Twelve Days of Domination Part 12

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This is a story about sexual Domination between two consenting adults. All
sexual contact should be consensual and be between two adults.

Thank you for bearing with me. I moved from one state to another and have
had some struggle with how to end this story. I hope to hear from
you. Please let me know how you liked it. I tried to take all of the
comments that people have emailed me (and I am incredibly grateful to each
person who took the time to write!) into consideration but I also had a
very specific end in my mind and I had to stay as true to that as possible.
Thank you and enjoy!


Twelve Days of Domination-12


	I could hear the shower running and Daniel hummed quietly while I
stood there, looking at myself while I felt the dry semen pinch my skin. I
went into the bathroom and he heard my footsteps and pulled aside the
curtain.
	"Come in, pup." He stepped aside and I entered the shower. He
maneuvered my body in front of his and kissed along the back of my
neck. Taking a washcloth, Daniel gently rubbed my back and shoulders with
the wet cloth. He slowly turned me around and told me to close my eyes. He
took his time, wiping my face with a tenderness that hadn't been there
twenty minutes ago when he was fucking me. I didn't open my eyes when he
ran the cloth down my back to the crack of my ass. I clenched my cheeks
when he rubbed it against my hole.
	"It's okay. I just want to clean you up. Does that hurt?" I nodded
and leaned forward, resting the top of my head against the tile, feeling
the water run down my back. He reached down again and carefully rubbed
around my hole. I made myself relax, so I wouldn't clamp up with the cloth
inside. He pulled it away and dropped it on the bottom of the
shower. Reaching around me Daniel turned the water off and stepped out,
grabbing a towel. He wiped himself dry and then gave me a hand to help me
out of the shower. He patted me down with the same towel and took my
hand. I followed and he led me to the bedroom. I watched while he dressed
casually, jeans and a t-shirt and sweater. Then he grabbed the shirt he'd
worn this morning and a pair of sweatpants. Daniel tossed them to me and
had me dress in the clothes he'd worn when he left this morning. I could
smell him on them. He grabbed a coat that was more casual than the one I'd
worn to his place and took one for himself.
	"You look nice dressed in my clothes, pup." He inspected me as if I
were trying on a tuxedo. "Very nice." He kissed my cheek. "Especially the
fact that those sweatpants don't hide the fact that I make you hard."
Putting a hand on my back, he steered me to the door. By the time we got to
the lobby and past the doorman, I was able to look down at myself and not
see a tent in my pants. He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me
close. "I don't care if you have a hard-on. It shows everyone you think I'm
hot. Maybe, later on, I'll have you walk over to a stranger and have you
tell them how you think I'm hot. Maybe you'll beg me for my piss in front
of a waiter. Or a cashier. Or in front of a sweet, little, old lady." He
paused, his eyes focused on my crotch. "Maybe we'll go to a bar and you'll
crawl to me. Maybe we'll go to a movie and you'll want to smell me, so
you'll lie down in the floor of the theatre and take off my shoes and let
me rest my feet on your face." He laughed and took his arm from around my
shoulder, lightly smacking my hard cock.
	Daniel looked at me. "It seems as if you like those ideas. Is that
true?" I nodded. "And did you ever think you'd like them? Did you ever
think they would excite you?" I shook my head. "Well, I suppose we'll have
to see what kind of mood I'm in later on, won't we?" He smiled at my
discomfort and we went for a long walk.
	We ended up at a midafternoon movie, settling in towards the middle
of the theatre while a foreign film played. Daniel kept one hand on my
thigh, gently rubbing me. I enjoyed the film, sometimes trying to get by
with my High School French, rather than reading the subtitles, but with him
touching me I was having a difficult time keeping my focus.
	Daniel moved his hand up my leg, pushing it down the front of the
sweatpants I was wearing and began stroking my cock. I moaned slightly and
knew I was leaking some pre cum, hoping he wouldn't smear the front of the
sweatpants with it. As much as I wanted to please Daniel, however I could,
I wasn't sure I was ready for such a public display of service. He just
kept watching the movie, jerking me slowly. I gripped the arm rest of the
chair to stop myself from grabbing his hand. Each time my breath quickened
and he could tell I was close, he would pull his hand out of the pants. If
his hand was wet, he would hold it up for me to lick clean. I don't think
he ever looked at me while he was doing this. He would laugh softly under
his breath each time my body would shift into a new position, desperate
with desire. Daniel played my body, enjoying my helpless responses.
	Finally he let me go and leaned back in his seat, enjoying the
movie, enjoying me trying to catch my breath and not grab my dick and jerk
myself to orgasm. We stayed in the seats until the end of the credits and
he took my hand as we stood up.
	"I could use some coffee, puppy." I don't know why, but his smile
caught me off guard. It was open and kind and lovely.  We walked a few
blocks and he pointed out some buildings to me.  He knew more about the
architecture and the history of the city than I did and we went to some
coffee bar a few blocks from my place. It was a bit more crowded than I'd
seen it, as it was chilly outside. We ended up standing close to each other
towards the back of the place. Neither of us talked much, we just warmed up
a little bit with our coffee and tea, enjoying each other in silence.
	A man I didn't recognize came up to us and said hello to Daniel. It
was clear they knew eaxh other and Daniel spoke with him for a few minutes,
not involving me in their chat.  The man leaned into Daniel's ear,
lingering a bit too long for my taste but I held back, just watching
them. Daniel introduced me, letting his hand linger on my neck, intimately
and possessively. The man, Jared, smiled at me, as if I were something
inconsequntial and laid his hand on Daniel's chest. I actually took a step
forward and growled, before Daniel's hand closed tighter on the back of my
neck.
	"Heel," he said, speaking into my ear. I immediately stepped behind
him still feeling a low, guttural noise in my throat and he talked to the
man for another minute before we left.
	I started to say something, I don't even remember what it was when
we got out onto the street, but he turned to me. "We'll discuss it when we
get back," he turned away and I followed him back to his place, one step
behind him the entire way.
	When he opened the door to his apartment, I was almost a wreck. He
didn't seem angry, exactly, but he wasn't speaking to me either. He held
the door open for me and steered me inside none too gently.
              "Living room. Knees. Now."
	Shit, I thought to myself. He was really angry.
	He must have left me there alone for at least two minutes, my palms
and face sweaty and red, waiting for the punishment I knew was coming.
	His voice came from the doorway, but I kept my eyes on the floor,
feeling the scratch of his carpet under my knees. "I do not take on more
than one boy at a time. For me, the beginning, this part of what we do,
requires too much trust and intimacy. I've tried training more than one at
a time, but it's not something I can do. The fact that you decided to get
aggressive with someone who was flirting with me because you were jealous
is unacceptable. You need to remember that you need to treat everyone with
the same respect that you treat me. Do you understand what I'm saying,
pup?" I nodded my head, still not looking at him. He paused for a long time
and I could see his feet come around in front of me. "That being said, I
have to admit, it was very sexy to see you get aggressive." I slowly lifted
my head to look at him. "I liked that." I smiled at him. "Don't get cocky,
puppy. If you do it again, there will be consequences."  I nodded. "I want
you to get dressed and sleep in your own bed tonight, puppy. Tomorrow is
going to be the toughest lesson for you." I started to stand to get my
clothes from the bedroom. "Hands and knees. No one said you could stand."
He grabbed a magazine and read while I crawled to get my clothes.
	"Don't bother. You can wear my clothes home tonight. When you come
tomorrow, I'll expect you to bring them back."  He didn't say anything else
as I crawled slowly to the door, anxious and off kilter. "Be here at noon."

	I didn't sleep very well, but I curled my body around a couple of
pillows, pretending they were Daniel and I managed to finally doze off.  I
woke up earlier than I wanted, but I was up and so I went to the gym,
trying not to focus on what was going to happen. I went home, showered and
shaved carefully, ate lightly. I didn't know if I was going to get flogged
or beaten, or who knew what else, but I figured I should have as little in
my stomach as possible. I was ahead of schedule and stood waiting outside
his building for ten minutes. The doorman smiled at me and waved,
remembering my face by now.
	I went to his door and rang the bell. It took a minute but Daniel
answered it and held it open for me. He hadn't shaved and the dark stubble
around his chin was acting as a magnet to my tongue. I really wanted to
throw myself at him. I stood there for a minute, unsure what to do, as he
kissed me. He walked into the living room and I followed him.
	He sat on the couch and turned the TV off. He gestured to the sofa
and I sat carefully on the other side.
	He looked at me for a minute. "Before we get to today's lesson, I
want to ask you some questions, okay, puppy?" I nodded. "This is the
twelfth day we've spent together; if we include the days you've been on
your own, we started this over two weeks ago. Tell me what you liked least
about what I've been trying to teach you."
	I hesitated. I was not someone who spoke very much, nor was I given
to introspection, so it was a little tough for me, even in the time we'd
spent together it was more about me learning from him than sharing my own
thoughts.
	He stared at me, waiting patiently for my answer.
	"Well, I'm still not used to the taste of your piss."
	He laughed. "I figured that's what you'd say."
	"It's not that I don't enjoy it. I do. I mean, I enjoy having a
part of you inside me. It makes me feel like there's some connection to you
when we're not touching. It's just hard for me to get used to, that's all I
mean."
	"It's fine, pup. There are no right or wrong answers. I just want
to know what you're feeling."
	"What I like best is smelling you." I blushed and stumbled over my
words. "I love the way I can taste you on my tounge and smell you at the
same time. I don't remember the last time I slept as well as when I had my
face in your armpit." I was almost rambling now, but I couldn't stop. "I
like the way that I feel safe when you're around. I like the way you're
patient with me, but it scares me how much I want to please you. It scares
me that I'm not scared at all to do these things I hadn't even thought
about a year ago. It scares me that because we know some of the same people
they'll know what goes on between us, but it scares me that I don't care."
I paused and sucked in some extra breath. "Sorry."
	He reached out and touched my face. "Don't ever be sorry about the
way you feel, puppy. You may be sorry about the way you present something
to me but don't ever be sorry about telling me how you feel. I can promise
you, I will never be angry with you for sharing your feelings with me." He
leaned back and looked at me. "Is there anything else you'd like to share
with me, pup?"
	"I know you asked what I liked the least, and, honestly, I don't
like getting spanked, but at the same time, it feels like," I paused
here. "It feels like something I needed. I feel like even if I don't like
something it doesn't matter because it brings me closer to you. I'm
sorry. Does that sound desperate or needy or sick? I just...I just want you
to be happy with me."
	Daniel took a long time to answer me. "Puppy, this journey is
something that I enjoy taking you on with me. I am very happy with you and
I hope you remain happy. But if you change your mind. If you want out or
want something different, all you have to do is tell me."
	I nodded again and he lifted my chin, as he'd done so much the last
twelve times we met and forced me to look in his eyes. "Today's lesson is
going to be very hard for you. But it's one that all subs should learn. I'm
not a sadist, pup. I enjoy your pain but it's not my goal. My goal is your
total submission. I haven't got that quite yet. You may think I do, but
it's a process that can't happen in two weeks or two months. The reason
that this lesson needs to happen is that subs like you need to understand
that having the responsibility of caring for another human being is
difficult." He stroked the side of my face with his hand. "The lesson today
is that I'm not going to give you orders. I'm not going to dictate every
move you make. This is going to be hard for you because puppies need
structure, but I can't always be there to tell you what to do. This is why
I said I wanted a sub who thinks on their own. I do not want to tell you
when to shit or when to blink or when to spend money. You should know
enough of me by now to know what I want without me spanking you. You're a
smart man and I want you to take this as me trusting you not punishing
you." Daniel leaned back into the sofa. "This shouldn't paralyze you,
pup. It should empower you." He smiled at me, and I stayed still for a few
minutes, before I took his feet in my hands and began to massage him.
	He grabbed the remote and turned on an old back and white movie and
I simply massaged him while we watched. Now and then we'd talk about the
movie, about our mutual friends. It was harder than I thought it would be,
not taking his orders. I wanted him to tell me what to do, but knew that
what he wanted was to relax and enjoy himself. And I wanted to make him
happy. The next few hours were, well, the only word I can think of is
soft. We just talked mostly. I massaged his feet and made him lunch and did
his laundry. Daniel's laundry was a different experience than it was the
other day. It wasn't stressful at all. It was incredibly sexy and I got to
know more about him during the time we chatted while I folded his
clothes. It wasn't something where I felt he was taking advantage of me. I
wanted to do things for him. I wanted him to relax and enjoy himself. I
wanted him to feel like a king.
	When I was putting his tshirts in a drawer, I felt his arms come
around me and spin me around in a circle. Daniel fumbled with the button of
my jeans, and I felt his chest against my back. He finally popped the
button on my jeans and pushed them to my knees. He moved me so that the
front of my body was pressed against the wall and he pushed away from me
for a minute.
	"Don't move." I felt him return and the cool, wet feeling of lube
hit my hole. He didn't ease inside of me as he'd done the first night we
spent together, he pushed himself half way in and I gasped from the sudden
intrusion. "You feel so good, puppy. Let me in." His breath was hot on my
neck, his voice gruff and intense in my ear and I felt his arm wrap itself
around my neck, half choking me, half cradling me. He grunted and I felt
him, balls deep inside me. He didn't pull out. Instead he circled his hips,
leaving his length inside me. I felt my hand curl into a fist on the wall
as I tried to catalog all of the sensations running through my body. He
pulled out about half way and thrust back in, causing my body to rub
against the wall. He tightened his arm just slightly and grabbed at his
forearm. He immediately loosened his arm but didn't let go completely. His
other hand went to my lips and I felt his fingers push past my lips and
into my mouth. I sucked on his fingers while he pushed inside of me. I
could feel he wasn't holding back or edging himself. He wanted to get off,
he wanted to be with me when he came and when he pulled himself from me I
could hear him ripping the condom off his cock while he pulled on my shirt
to throw me face up on the bed. He didn't straddle me, because I don't
think he could have held himself off while he climbed on top of me. He just
pushed his body in between my knees and jerked himself twice before he shot
on my crotch, his semen landing in my pubes and on my cock. His legs were
shaking from the intensity of his orgasm but I stood up, too close to the
bed to really steady him, but I held him close to me, feeling his heart
beat slowly return to normal as our chests pressed together.
	Daniel wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground,
pushing me back onto the bed. He crawled on top of me, letting his body
smear his cum into my body. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him
close. It was some time before either of us spoke, both of us wanting to
prolong the moment of perfection for as long as we could.
	"Puppy, I want to ask you a question, but I don't want you to think
of it as bad." He rolled off of me and rested a hand on my chest. "You like
to come by rubbing on my leg. Do you like that better than jerking or
having me jerk you?"
	I nodded slowly. "I think so. I used to do it years ago. Hump my
pillow when I was a kid, but now..I think it just makes me feel more like
your pup. Do you not like it?"
	He smiled. "I like it very much. I was just curious. Sometimes a
cigar is just a sexy puppy rubbing his hard cock against his owner's leg
until said puppy shoots." He rolled me on top of him and I slowly ground my
dick against his leg. We kissed for a long time and later on, after a
shower, after dinner, after the late news, he pulled me against his body,
snuggling me close to his armpit, his arm around me, holding me both gently
and powerfully.
	"So, puppy, these twelve days, you've had a good time?" I nodded
into his side, feeling my eyes get heavy with sleep. "Good. Sleep well." He
kissed my forehead and I slept, dreaming of playing fetch and folding
laundry and smelling Daniel's scent. I slept well, just like he ordered.