Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2013 16:53:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 01

SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 01

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM


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"Clean yersel up before ye get dressed tae go hame," he ordered as he
walked me over and pushed me into the waterfall. It was freezing cold, and
falling from a height with considerable force, but I did as he told me and
quickly washed as much of the mud out of my hair and off my body as I
could.  I noticed that I could see the road from the point where I was
cleaning up, and I saw a few vehicle headlights pass as I washed. I was
done in about ten seconds and he walked me back to my bag which was inside
in the dry of the close, though it was still getting colder and colder
temperature wise.

He uncuffed me and I opened my bag and began to get dressed.

"I wanna see ye again," he said and I nodded my agreement so quickly and
forcefully that I almost lost my balance as I was stepping into my
shorts. He chuckled.

"Good. When?" he asked.

I met him every Sunday for about five months. He taught me a great deal
about sex, submission, exhibitionism, and being honest and true to what I
really desired.  I discovered I was his first guy, and his first slave
experience, as he was my first guy and first master experience. He got a
job in London and had to leave Glasgow. We kept in touch for a while and I
toyed with moving to London as his full time slave, but things never quite
worked out and we finally lost touch.

He definitely sparked many of the interests I continue to explore today.

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Hugh had been my first boyfriend, my first Dom, my first Master.  He was a
"Punk" who wore all the trappings of the punk lifestyle, and I loved the
strong masculinity of it all, as well as the fact that he actually desired
me and wanted to use me every weekend.  I was pretty crushed when he had to
leave Glasgow to head to London for work.  Unemployment was pretty bad, and
many people were taking jobs wherever they could find them.  I'd even
suggested going with him as his slave, and finding work down there myself,
but we both kinda knew that wasn't on the cards.

It left a big huge gap in my life. I'd tasted the forbidden fruit and I'd
viewed the forbidden land and I WANTED more of it.  I became a little more
confident in cruising guys that I found attractive, but I was till just
over 16 and didn't know where to hang out or where to meet other guys who
liked what I liked.  I was so horny, I was jerking off five or six times a
day, sometimes more if I could find a place to do it.

About ten weeks after Hugh had left, I got a call out of the blue from a
number I didn't recognize.  Hugh had said in an e-mail he had a "surprise"
for me that he hoped I would enjoy, but nothing had arrived by mail and he
hadn't called me up to tell me he'd returned to Glasgow, so I'd been
wondering for a day or two just what the surprise was.

"Jay?" asked the voice at the other end of the telephone conversation. I
could tell there was an accent, but I wasn't sure what it was.

"Yeah," I replied, unsure who this was.

"My name's Rashid. I met Hugh in a bar in London last weekend. You know
Hugh, right?"

"Oh yeah, sure I do, Sir," I replied excitedly.

"He said I'd probably like you and told me to call you and tell you where
and when to meet me," he said in a friendly, yet decisive way.

My cock was already hard and throbbing and I found myself stroking it
through my jeans as I stood in the middle of a shopping center, just after
school had let out.

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

"Good boy," he answered with a knowing confidence in his voice that got me
hornier than ever. "Central Station in Glasgow on Sunday morning at 9am by
platform one.  I'll expect you in your footie outfit, just shorts, shirt
and tennis, " he ordered.  "NOTHING else," he said, emphasizing the nothing
is a way that made my cock jump.

"Yes, Sir. I'll be there this Sunday," I replied somewhat hesitantly.

"Hugh told you to expect a surprise, right?" he added, picking up on my
hesitancy.

"Yes Sir, he did," I responded a little more confident that this stranger
really did know Hugh.

"I'm it.  He told me all about how he met you and the brilliant time he had
with you."

He let that sink in for a moment before continuing.

"I want to meet you to see if all the stories he told me about you are
true.  If they are," he paused, "I"ll take you on as my own fuck slave and
I'll take you much further than Hugh ever did."

I felt a knot growing in my stomach, of fear, uncertainty, and extreme
horniness.  My cock was rock hard and leaking in my jeans. I was torn
between wanting to meet him this instant, and being afraid that he wouldn't
be cute enough, or demanding enough, or enough like Hugh to make it fun.

"You up for that, bitch?" he asked, in a commanding yet reassuring voice.

"Sir, ...Yes Sir," I replied nervously.

"Sunday at nine then," he said and he hung up.

It was Friday afternoon and I was finished with school for the week.  I
tried calling Hugh to find out if Rashid was indeed the surprise he
planned, but I only got his voice-mail, so I left a message for him.  I
travelled as normal to my buddies house to spend the night and Saturday
together, but my mind, my attention and my entire focus as on Sunday and
Rashid. I couldn't wait for the meeting.

Sunday morning arrived and I got up early and left before anyone else had
awakened.  I took the early train from my buddies into Central Station in
the center of Glasgow.  It's an older, cavernous, Victorian era station,
with an old sandstone hotel at one end, and multiple railway lines snaking
into the distance at the other.  The station is covered by a glass roof, so
the early morning April rain didn't bother me.  I got to the station by
train from my buddies, leaving my bag and my jacket at his home. As ordered
I was in just my nylon footie jersey, white nylon shorts, and black tennis.
No socks, no underwear, no real protection against the cold, the wind or
the rain.  I reached entrance to platform 1 by around 8:30am and paced
nervously, looking at everyone approaching me and passing by.

A few people looked me up and down as they passed, making me very
self-conscious and causing me to blush and look down at the ground.  None
of them turned out to be Rashid.  At ten minutes till nine, I saw a tall,
slim, Indian looking guy with short straight jet black hair, a serious but
handsome face, a nice leather bomber jacket and jeans with a white t-shirt
underneath walking directly towards me – his eyes fixed on me.  I
pretended not to notice him, in case it may not be my potential new Master,
but my gaze kept returning to him as he approached me, and I could feel my
cock begin to grow between my legs. I felt his eyes rove up and down my
body as he finally reached me.

"Your early boy, I like that," he said, flashing a breathtaking smile with
perfect white teeth and smoldering dark brown eyes that completely melted
any uncertainty and doubt I'd been harboring up till this point.

I blushed furiously, and averted my eyes to the ground to avoid his
penetrating stare that stirred me in ways I just didn't understand, and
mumbled an embarrassed, "Thank you, Sir."

"Follow me," was all he commanded and I dutifully followed him without a
moments pause or thought.

We left the station, heading into the wind and rain. He sheltered under a
small umbrella as we walked across Argyle Street and down towards the River
Clyde. I was trailing just a few steps behind him the whole way. Not once
did he turn back to verify I was still there, still following him.

I was checking him out for the back as I walked, mesmerized by him. His
black leather jacket stopped just below his waist and above the mounds of
his ass which were so enticingly covered by his blue jeans. He had a
purposeful, strong pace which made me rush a couple of times to keep up. He
finally stopped by the side of a pretty new Range Rover as he opened the
passenger side door and turned to face me. By this time, I was soaked
through, my hair was flattened and dripping water down my neck. My football
jersey was clinging to my slim frame like a second skin, as were my shorts
which as I looked down under his gaze, I realized had become almost
entirely transparent – clearly showing my now erect cock tenting out the
translucent material.

"Hugh said you enjoy being cold, wet and naked all the time.  I see he was
correct," he stated in a pleased tone as he stared unflinchingly at me.

I kept averting my eyes to the ground, only to be drawn a fraction of a
second later back to those gorgeous dark brown eyes which seemed to have
taken immediate control of me.

"Y..Ye...Yes Sir," I managed to stammer out, somewhat embarrassed by this
admission in front of a complete stranger on a public street.  It was still
early, and a few cars were driving in this area and crossing one of the
nearby bridges that spanned the river.

"Good.  Understand that if I decide to take you as my sex slave, I'll keep
you naked at all times when you're with me," he said, pausing presumably to
see if I would have any negative reaction. Instead, my cock jumped and got
harder.

"I will use you as I please, but I promise not to leave any long term
damage," he continued, and for the first time a pang of doubt and fear
entered me. I looked up at him quizzically.

He smiled back and continued.

"I enjoy physically rough sex, so I'm not going to be gentle with you. I
will pull your hair, slap you, push you around.  I'm going to fuck you in
the arse and mouth every time we meet and you're going to swallow my cum,
my spit, my piss or whatever else I want you to swallow," he said, studying
me in every minute moment and realization.

"I'll always let you leave when we agree, and I won't do anything that will
cause you serious injury, or broken bones, or make you bleed.  I may caused
some bruises from time to time, but I'm sure you will be able to explain
those."

Again he paused to gauge my reaction.  I must have looked something like a
sodden and confused dog as my head would cant from one side to the other
and a frown would appear and disappear on my face as he spoke.  I had
fantasized about being controlled, used and fucked, but being slapped and
explaining bruises to my parent gave me some momentary doubts, yet, my cock
was throbbing and my stomach was doing cartwheels. My mouth was dry and I
felt just like the first time I met Hugh on that train.

"I will chain you up at times, and other times I'll lock you in a cage for
a while. When you're with me you will be my property, my slave and I'm
going to train you to please me, but I think you're going to enjoy it too,"
he said in a softer tone.

"Yes, Sir" I replied.

"Questions?" he asked.

I honestly had a thousand rolling around in my head, but I also knew Hugh
had connected Rashid to me, and I trusted Hugh.

"No, Sir" I answered, shaking my head and watching the water droplets fly
from my sopping wet hair.

"If you get into my car, you become my slave property until I let you go at
seven this evening," he stated, as he stepped aside to make way for me to
jump into the passenger side of his car.

I stepped forward and got into the passenger seat. Without a word, he
closed the door and walked around the front of the vehicle, watching me the
whole way until he got into the driver's side.

"Hugh said you'd be up for this," he said smiling at me as I blushed
furiously again.

"I wasn't sure that anyone as young and cute as you would really be into
this," he continued as he started the vehicle.

"You passed the first two tests.  You turned up, and you got into the car.
Now for another obedience test.  I told you you'd be naked at all times in
my presence, didn't I?" he said looking at me with a smile.

I struggled to pull my jersey over my head as it was stuck to closely to
me, but finally managed. I kicked off my trainers and struggled equally as
hard to get my shorts off, but finally sat stark naked with a huge erection
and my clothes in a pile on the floor of the car.  "Good, now open the
window," he said.

Another frown from me, but I found the button and the tinted passenger
window descended quickly and smoothly with a low whirring sound.

"Throw them out," he ordered.

I was taken by surprise and a sudden wave of fear swept over me. If I did
this and he drove off as I expected him to, I'd be stark naked and my
football kit would be gone.  I'd be naked in this strangers car going who
knows where. How would I get home?  What if we were stopped by the police?
Yet something deep down in me stirred.  Perhaps my inner slave or my inner
exhibitionist. I was being coerced into being naked and I'd be completely
naked and vulnerable without any of my clothes available to me at all. I'd
fantasized about this before. I'd wanked off dreaming about just such a
situation.

"Throw them out, or get out," he said, in a pleasant but firm way.

I collected up my wet rags and trainers from the floor into a small bundle
and passed them outside of the window, pausing for just a moment before
releasing them.

He closed the window automatically from his side of the car, still staring
intently at me with a broad smile on his face. He reached across to open
the glove compartment and retrieved a pair of handcuffs. He snapped one
bracelet around my right wrist, then told me to turn in the seat so he
could snap the other one to my left wrist behind my back.

"Get on the floor," he ordered, pointing to the floor of the car just under
the glove compartment.

"Yes Sir," I said, slipping off the black leather seat to the black rubber
mat that was on the floor of the car to protect it.

"From now on you will call me Master," he corrected me as he pulled out of
the parking space and began driving.

"Everyone else you meet with me will be addressed by you as Sir or Madam
without exception, but I am your one and only Master, understood?"

"Yes, Master," I replied and his smile of acknowledgement back to me was as
good as a full fledged kiss on the lips.  I found myself blushing again.

We drove for a long time, with me naked and cuffed in the passenger well of
the car, with a raging hard-on at the idea of being naked and cuffed with
no clothes available to me anywhere, and I was now miles from home in
public with a complete stranger. I had moments of crushing doubt when my
fears played horrible tricks on me and I imagined him killing me horribly
and dumping my body somewhere in the Scottish highlands, never to be found.
But Hugh's voice on the telephone always returned to remind me that he had
set this up. It was going to be ok.

We finally turned onto a road that I could tell was very different. I could
hear the crunch of rocks and gravel under the tyres, and the Range Rover
lurched up and down, and side to side as it negotiated the uneven surface.
After about five minutes Master stopped the vehicle and jumped out, walked
around and opened up the passenger door.

"Out," he commanded in a firm voice.

I was struggling to try to extricate myself from the floor of the car, when
he grabbed me under my shoulders and easily lifted me physically out of the
can and stood me on the road in front of him. After the long car ride I had
dried off and the warmth of the car had dried my hair and left me a little
sleepy. The shock of suddenly being naked and barefoot out in the cold wind
and rain hit me and I involuntarily shivered. Master pushed me forcefully
forward until my chest and face were forced against the cold, wet metal of
the car. Pushing his body against mine, he easily pinned me to the car,
while his left hand grasped a handful of my hair to keep my head in place
and his right hand explored up and down my naked body.

I was standing on a sharp rock and tried to move my right foot to relieve
the discomfort, but he increased the pressure on me, pinning me closer to
the car, as the fingers of his right hand pushed in one swift thrust up
into my asshole.

"Aarrghhh," I moaned in surprise as the fingers invaded my hole, but he
simply increased the strength of his grip on my hair and began licking my
right ear.

He pulled his fingers our and spun me around like a rag doll, pushing my
back against the cold wet metal of the car using his left hand loosely
around my throat and pushing the fingers of his right hand into my open and
receptive mouth. I immediately started sucking them without any
instructions from him, which made his laugh aloud.

"Hugh was so right about you, boy," he said as he retrieved his fingers and
now began groping every inch of the front of my body.

After a few moments he let go of my throat and stepped back his eyes
ranging up and down my wet, cold and goose fleshed skin.  He reached out
and grabbed a handful of my hair again, pulling me towards him and using
his other hand to grasp my chin, he forced his tongue into my mouth and
explored every area and crevice.  When he finally let me go, I was panting
for air, partly because of the kiss and partly because I was in lust for
this guy.

"This road leads to a scrap yard in about a half mile.  You've got ten
minutes to get there or I may just leave you here in the middle of
nowhere," he said.  He then walked around to the drivers side of the car,
jumped in and drove off down the lane, leaving me naked, barefoot, wet,
cold and with my hands still cuffed behind my back.

As I looked around I realized I was about half way up a large set of hills,
with the valley below. This was a very narrow unpaved lane between two huge
fields. The road was basically a gravel path, with rocks lying across the
whole surface, and pot holes throughout its length.  In the valley I could
see what I believe to be the River Clyde, but I couldn't be certain.  All I
knew for sure, was I had ten minutes to cover a half mile on rough ground
in my bare feet. I tried running, but quickly realized the rocks were way
too rough and uncomfortable, so I then tried running on the rough grassy
verge at the side of the path.  This wasn't much more helpful, as it was
overgrown by thistles and nettles which stung my legs.  I eventually
figured out that a fast jogging pace allowed me to pick my footfalls with
more accuracy and before I realized it, I was in front of a large sheet
metal fence with two open gates that led into the scrap yard.

--End

I would love feedback on this story, (or to hear from you if you are a
dominant Asian Master lol ) at GWMSUB4DOMGAM@yahoo.com.