Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 22:05:42 -0500
From: Nycjohnny44 <nycjohnny44@aol.com>
Subject: Twelve Days of Domination Part 9

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Twelve Days of Domination-8 Self Control


	I slept quietly, without any dreams, until Daniel's alarm sounded
early the next morning.

	"Time to get up, puppy. Work. You'll wear something of mine today."
I followed him quietly to the shower and made sure the temperature was
right for him before stepping aside to let him in first. He let the water
run down his body before beckoning to me. I stepped in and took the soap,
gently washing his back first and then his front. When I was down on my
knees I saw some of his body hair clinging to the soap. I wanted to take it
off and rinse it and keep it in my pocket for work. Keep it safe and warm
and protected. He looked down at me while I was hesitating and smiled, as
if he knew what I was thinking.

	"Let's go, pup." I finished washing him and rinsing him off and
hurried through my own shower, not wanting him to wait before I dried him.

	I rubbed the towel on him carefully and then dried myself while he
told me to wait. He left the bathroom, naked and came back a minute later
with a small plastic baggie. Grabbing a pair of scissors he clipped off a
small amount of his pubic hair and put it in the baggie.

	"This is for you. I'll expect you to bring it the next time we see
each other." I followed him to the bedroom and he tossed me some
clothes. It was the outfit he'd worn to the restaurant two days
ago. "You'll wear this to work today. I don't want you to wear any
deodorant or cologne when you're wearing it. I want you to smell me." He
indicated that I was to get dressed while he picked out his own clothes for
the day. The pants were slightly too big for me and I could feel my dick
rub against the fabric, causing me to get a slight erection. Passing close
to me on his way to the mirror, he laughed and squeezed it. As he was
dressing, he looked at me in the mirror, is gaze causing me to look down.

	"I want you to take this week and think. Really think about whether
you want to continue down this path. It won't be easy and I want you to do
it without the haze of being around me or being in the middle of some
sexual experience. Some decisions need to be made in the harsh light of the
day. The only thing I want you to do this week is edge yourself every day
for at least an hour." He sat down on the bed to slip into his shoes and
tie them. "Text me when you start edging and text me when you end, but you
are not allowed to cum." He stood up and wrapped a tie around his neck. "If
you have a wet dream, that's fine, let me know, but I don't want you to
knowingly orgasm. Other than that, unless you have some emergency, I don't
want you to contact me. I want you to think. If you remember the images you
edge to, that's good, but not necessary." He slipped his suit jacket over
his shoulders and looked at me. "If you want to continue then I'll see you
this coming Friday at 6:00 pm. Do you understand all this?"

	I nodded, numbly wondering how I could go five days without his
touch, but realized that, as usual, he was probably right and knew what was
necessary better than I did. After the emotions yesteday had brought up, I
needed some distance. I quickly put my shoes on in the front hall and
grabbed his coat holding it out for him. He shrugged into his coat and
waited for me to get my own coat.

	We went to the elevator and when we stepped inside, he kissed me
gently on the lips, smiling at me.

	Neither of us said a word as we went our separate ways to work.

	As emotionally wired up as I was, I was glad to have something to
focus on, and other than a few 'New outfit?' comments from my co-workers, I
had an actually productive day. After work I went to the gym, fixated on
building as much muscle as I could. I could never compete with Alex, but
the way he'd called Daniel 'Sir' (should I call him that? He'd never
mentioned it.) made me want to be as solid as I could. If I had to take
more pain it would be easier to endure with more muscle than flab.
	I went home and ate, trying to relax. I was feeling a bit tense and
trying to figure out what to do with myself. I logged onto my computer and
answered a few work emails, before switching over to a new window in my
browser. There we­­­re a few video sites I usually watch and tried
watching some of the rougher edged scenes, but they didn't remiond me of
Daniel. They seemed, somehow, inauthentic and I couldn't get into them. I
texted Daniel quickly that I was starting my edging and started clicking
randomly until I found a homemade video.
	The submissive was on his knees, wearing a blindfold, and the view
was from a handheld camera the Dominant had in his hand. He kept up a
steady stream of instructions telling the sub how to please him. The Dom
slowly worked the blindfold off and the sub blinked a few times and looked
up. I didn't know if he'd known he was being filmed or not.
	When the Dominant told him to smile for the camera, the sub blushed
bright red and closed his eyes tightly, but he never stopped sucking. I
thought about Daniel, hoping that I wouldn't find myself in some position I
didn't want to be in. I clicked to another video, also homemade and
grainy. I turned the sound up a little higher and closed my eyes. I tried
to focus on Daniel and the feel of his body on top of mine, but I couldn't
focus on one thing and flashes of different things went through my head
like some strange music video. My mind flashed to the curl of Daniel's lips
when he smiled, the feel of his breath on my neck. I imagined his hand
running down my back and how his palm was dry and soft with an occasional
callus on one hand. I inhaled, imagining I could feel his armpit hairs
tickling my nose, his smell filling my brain. My hand was on my dick and I
almost orgasmed before I pulled it away. It took me some time before I
could even think about Daniel without my dick quivering.  I was suddenly
very glad that he'd only told me an hour of edging. I wasn't sure I could
go much longer than that. I'd actually be very grateful if I could last
even that long.
	Once I was breathing normally, I started stroking myself again,
just using the videos as background noise. I jumped from one video to the
next, listening to the dirty talk. The studio porn, the ones that seemed
shiny on the surface lacked something for me. Neither Daniel or I had worn
anything that was leather, except a belt, and yet my submission to him was
as complete as it could be. I wondered if the leather was just a focus for
the Dominant man, something that brought his power to the forefront. I
didn't even know if he owned any.
	As I brought myself to the edge and back of orgasm, I wondered what
he would look like wearing full leather gear, what I would look like in a
mask and collar, being led by a leash.
	My alarm sounded and I texted Daniel to let him know what I'd been
thinking and then went to bed early. The bed proved to be another obstacle
as I realized I was humping a pillow and then the sheet, tossing and
turning, trying to get comfortable. Eventually I fell asleep on my back,
the sheet only covering my lower legs. It was a strange feeling the way I
kept falling back and forth between being horny and being tired, but
finally I drifted off into a world of dreams I could only vaguely remember.

	By the third day, it was easier. Daniel never answered any of my
texts, but he still remained in my head. I didn't need him around me to
sustain either my attraction or the submissive feelings. I wanted to be
around him to take care of him. To serve him however he wanted. And I won't
fool myself, I wanted the security I felt around him. I wanted the peace
I'd felt when I was chewing the toy Scott had brought for me, even the way
he'd told me what to wear days ago. I had no desire to adbicate everything
I was, just a desire to make him happy. It seemed to make him happy to take
charge.
	I'd stopped looking at videos or reading dirty stories online, I
just let the images of him in my mind take flight. I rememberedthe things
he'd had me do and fantasized about what he would do. At one point I
thought of the Joe Cocker song 'You can leave your hat on.'
	I imagined a birthday party for him at some bar downtown and I
handed the DJ a cd with that song. It started to play and I danced lewdly,
stripping off my clothes, ignoring any other man's response. I simply
stared at Daniel as each item came off. When my short dropped to the floor,
before I dropped my pants, I reached into the pcoket and handed Daniel the
key, knowing that I would only ever get release when he wanted. I dropped
my pants and, with no underwear, everyone in the bar could see the chastity
device he'd placed on me.  Even my orgasms were no longer mine. He
controlled them whether we were together or apart. I had never in my life
dreamt of anything so slutty and I was so turned on, my dick was harder
than I had ever thought it could be.

	I let my dick go as I pulled myself out of the fantasty, afraid I'd
shoot. I realized he'd done that to me in a way already. He didn't need a
device to control me, though. He just told me what to do and not to do and
I followed his orders. I wanted to trust him. He'd done nothing that made
me uncomfortable, beyond having to walk to the bathroom in a restaurant
with a hard-on. In fact, when I had lost control, lost my temper, he hadn't
yelled at me. He hadn't asked Alex to beat me into submssion. He'd held me
close and explained why he'd pushed me so far.  I sighed and wondered if it
meant I was weak. Did being a submissive make me a weak person? Did it make
me, somehow, less of a man?
	By the fourth day, those questions had been floating around my
brain for twenty four hours. After I'd finished edging, I knew that Daniel
had told me to only text him when I had started and when I was done with
edging, but I couldn't help it. I texted him a simple question.
	'Does being your submissive make me less of a man?'
	In less than a minute my phone rang. He didn't bother to introduce
himself. "You are not less than a man. You aren't weak or inferior. A
submissive is simply someone who needs some control and discipline in their
lives. Some need more than others. You're a man who's come to realize that
he needs someone to provide some structure." He sighed. "We'll talk more
about this on Friday. Any other concerns, I want you to write down so
you'll remember them. Bring them with you. Do you understand?"
	I told him that I did and he hung up. I set my phone down to charge
and snuggled up against the pillow, holding it tightly.

	Somehow, hearing him tell me I wasn't weak had meant as much to me
as a compliment did when I was a child and my spirits were high. By the
time I waited for him in his small lobby on Friday at 6:00 with the baggie
of his pubic hair in my pocket I was more at ease and less anxious than I
had been the week before.  He'd arrived ahead of me and the doorman told me
to go up when he saw me.
	I entered Daniel's apartment and he had me show him the baggie and
kiss his feet before leading me into the living room. I sat down and he
offered me a glass of wine.
	"I'm glad to see you. Before we get to anything else, I want to
talk." He leaned back into the couch. "I have some questions for you,
puppy."