Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 10:57:01 -0500
From: Bruno Ciardi <brunoman51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sir Called - Part 4

i left Sir's house minutes ago. Although i had just cum i was walking with a
hard-on that anybody passing by on the street would notice. i was thinking
about the fact that i was having the hottest sex of my life with a man who
had barely touched me and whom i had never touched. It made me aware of how
much sexual pleasure was in my mind. But it also made me mad. Why was i
letting myself be turned into a boy/slave by Sir? Why was i willing to
settle for whatever he wanted to give me on his terms only? As i walked
along i got more pissed. Instead of going home i decided to go to the Eagle,
have a drink, and look at some men on my own terms. i took a cab over. When
i got inside i checked my coat and as an afterthought my T-shirt too. i got
a drink and cruised around the bar for a while. There were lots of jeans and
sneakers types and some guys in leather. i felt like i needed to identify my
newfound sub self so i went into the little leather store on the first floor
and bought a leather armband. i couldn't get it on by myself so i asked the
leatherman sales guy to help put it on my right arm. He grinned when i asked
and said. "ask right, boy" i replied, "Sir, could you please help me snap on
the armband so that everyone here will know that i am a boy?" Then he helped
me and before backing off stuck his armpit right into my face, saying "Give
it a few licks, boy" Without thinking, i did as he said. My boy training was
taking over my life.
i walked out of the leather store back into the bar. A big guy in leather
chaps and vest, and a leather cap was watching me. He followed me to the bar
and started talking. "My slave and I are looking for another boy -- someone
like you -- to play with tonight. Why don't you come home with us?" A couple
of months ago i would have just laughed at an invitation like this. Now my
reaction was one of curiosity and fear. i wanted to see how this leatherman
would use me and his boy together. i was afraid of what Sir would do if he
knew i did something behind his back. But i was pissed at Sir so i said
"Yes, Sir i would like to go home with you and your boy." The leatherman's
slave approached. He was a younger guy, about 5'6". He wore tight leather
shorts, boots and a chain around his neck with a lock. He approached his
master eagerly and almost forgetting to lower his eyes in respect. The
leatherman said, "Boy, this is slave Juan. Give each other a nice slave
kiss." i didn't know what he meant and just stood there but slave Juan came
up to me, hands locked behind his back. i did the same and we began to kiss
for master's pleasure. Slave Juan was a cute guy but all i could think of
while i was kissing him was that i wanted to be kissed by Sir or have Sir be
the one telling me to kiss slave Juan. i was feeling really bad now and i
knew that i couldn't go on with this. i stopped kissing slave Juan. i pulled
back a bit and turned to the leatherman. He didn't look happy but i
instinctively got on my knees in front of him in full public view and spoke
to him very respectfully. "i am sorry Sir, but i can't do this. i would be
betraying the man who now owns my life." The leatherman laughed at this and
pulled on my hair with big hands so that i was looking up into his eyes.

"That's a good response, boy. Let me give you something to remember me by."
With that he spit in my face. i left the gobs of spit on my face and said
thank you to the leatherman and to slave Juan. Then i got up and went home,
spit still on my face.

At home i stripped off my clothes and lay on the bed for a long time without
sleeping. As usual when i thought about Sir, my cock was pulsing. i knew
that i was going to confess what i had done to him and i was afraid of his
reaction. i didn't care if he punished my; i would beg him for that. What i
was terrified of was that he would send me away. i realized that i was
completely in love with Sir and did not want to lose him. i barely slept
that night.

Sir called. It was several days later and i was still restless and worried.
He wanted me to come over on Saturday to clean his townhouse and entertain
some friends that evening. i asked Sir how i should dress for the evening.
He said that i did not have to be concerned with clothes for the evening.
With these friends i would present naked as if it were just the two of us.
Before he hung up, i told him that i would have something important to tell
him on Saturday morning.

There was too much going on in my head as i walked to Sir's. i was going to
confess. i had no idea how he would react. i was supposed to be introduced
to friends as his boy. All in one day. i was in turmoil as i got to his
place.

Upon entering i quickly took off my clothes and kneeled with my head bowed
and hands locked behind my back. i was sweating and shaking a bit when Sir
came to inspect me about ten minutes later. i immediately kissed his bare
feet and licked between his toes. My agitation must have been pretty
obvious. He told me to raise my head and look him in the eyes. His gaze took
complete control of me. I started to weep and explained what had happened
the other night. Sir kept gazing at me. i asked permission to speak. When
Sir said yes i begged him to punish me because i was sorry for what i had
done and then i said what i had feared to say for weeks now.
"Sir, i love you. i know that i am just your boy and maybe someday your
slave, but i love you, Sir." Sir continued to penetrate me with his eyes and
put his fingers to his lips, indicating that i should be silent. i shut up
and knelt completely still.

"Boy, I know that you love me. You might be surprised to hear this but I
love you too. I am not going to love you in the way you are used to. I will
love you eventually as your Master and you will love me as my slave. What we
are doing now is shaping your mind and your body to respond as a truly
obedient, submissive slave."

He continued "I also know that you are struggling with what is going on
inside of you and that you both love me and at times hate me. So you thought
in your mind that you could hurt me by being unfaithful. But boy, I know
that you can't do that."

"I will punish you." He said, "Not to hurt you but so that you can think
about what you have done and how important it is for you to serve me."

That was when Sir had me lie on the kitchen floor. I saw his naked ass for
the first time as he squatted over me and shit on my belly. Then he got up
and went to his study, leaving me on the floor, contemplating a pile of his
-- happily for me -- solid turds.

i knew that i could have got up and walked out at that moment but i might as
well have been superglued to the floor. i barely moved a muscle but lay
there for several hours. Sir came into the kitchen, had a cup of coffee and
ate a sandwich as if i were not even there. My eyes followed him whenever he
was in sight without moving my head. i realized that i was happy just lying
in this man's shit if it meant that i was close to him and that he cared
about me.

At about 1:00 p.m. he came into the kitchen again and told me to take his
shit into the toilet. I did as he commanded. He came into the bathroom and
ran warm water in the shower. He told me to get in and from outside of the
shower he washed my torso while i stood with my hands locked behind my back.
Then he toweled me dry.

He gave orders. "Boy, you have a lot to do now. I want the living room and
dining room clean and the menu for tonight is on the kitchen counter.
Mauricio and his slave will arrive at 7:30. I want everything ready and I
want you to make me proud tonight when I show you off.

Then Sir did what he had never done before. He took my head in his hands and
drew me close to him. He kissed me deeply with his tongue. My cock felt like
it was going to explode as his tongue invaded my mouth and made that too his
property to own and control.

For the rest of the day i worked very happily. i barely saw Sir. He stayed
in his study doing some work, reading, and then resting. i cleaned and
cooked and savored the memory of him inside of my hungry mouth. The shame
and humiliation i had once felt in being naked and subservient in his
presence were now being transformed into something much warmer. i felt truly
loved and cared for as i made preparations for the evening, concentrating on
how much i wanted him to be happy with the results. i could not ignore my
hard-on. It might have looked silly to someone looking in from the outside --
a grown man, a highly educated professional man cooking and setting table
naked with a raging hard-on. But to me it felt just right.

At 5:00 Sir checked on me. Seeing that there were only finishing touches
left to complete he called me into his study. i knelt on the oriental carpet
beside his leather chair. He tousled my hair and spoke. "You've done well so
far boy. Maybe you should rest a while before our guests arrive. i was
grateful for Sir's thoughtfulness. He told me to lie on my back on the
carpet and try to sleep a bit. i closed my eyes and did as i was ordered.
Sir occasionally massaged me with the soles of his shoes. I couldn't sleep
much but was very rested when the doorbell rang. Sir ordered me to go to
open the door and to receive Mauricio and his slave on my knees. I scurried
to the door to follow Sir's command.