My Master's Slave

Chapter One-2

I sat there speechless as he continued to talk, “I really enjoy hanging a slave from the ceiling by his wrists and putting some heavy weights on his balls before I whip him.”

He watched me as I started to squirm a little in my chair opposite him. “Stand up, now!” he ordered.

Reluctantly, I got up from the table. He saw it. Anyone who looked at me could see it. My c**k was getting really hard, creating an obscene tent in my shorts as it tried to get up to a full erection.

“All this talk of bondage and whips really turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said softly, hanging my head down onto my chest.

“Don’t be ashamed. I knew it would. You’d be spanking your little monkey right now if you could. I bet when you get back to your room you’ll beat that thing as hard as you can until you blow a big load just thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you. Won’t you?”

“I don’t know…. Probably.”

“Oh, you will. There’s no doubt about it.”

As I started to sit down, he immediately stopped me. “Did I tell you to sit?”

“No, Sir.”

“I’ve got a better idea. Since you want to play with yourself and get your rocks off so badly, why don’t you take one of those paper cups from that cart over there and go into the men’s room and fill it for me. I want you to jerk that little thing off and catch every bit of your hot spunk. Don’t lose a single drop of it. Understand?”

“But….”

“No buts. Just do as you’re told and bring it back here. Now get going before the waitress comes back and I have to tell her where you’ve gone and what you’re doing.”

Shyly I walked over to the supply cart and took one of the paper cups. After drawing a deep breath and looking back at him I went into the bathroom and closed the stall door. I sat down and with my shorts around my ankles I looked down at my throbbing, dripping c**k. I couldn’t believe how hard I was.

Without any hesitation, I m*********d. My left hand rubbed my balls while my fingers and thumb circled my stiff, hard pecker. I squeezed and rubbed it up and down, hard and fast, savoring the feeling of lust that was surging through my veins from what he’d been telling me. My s*x-charged body seemed to be running in over-drive as my balls churned and tingled. I was so hot and so very close. It took me just a minute or so to put a massive load of c*m into the cup. Long strings of hot pearly juice shot from my c**k head. Moans of pleasure whispered through the room as blast after blast of pure ecstasy engulfed me. My breathing was loud and heavy as my balls continued to drain and spurt their steamy stuff. I leaned back and savored the ultimate pleasure of life as my powerful orgasm continued. It was absolute heaven.

As I sat there I couldn’t believe what I had just done. A guy I don’t even know seemed to take control of my life, and I let him. He ordered what he wanted me to eat and I never said a word. He even told me to come in here and jerk off, and I did it. “Holy s**t,” I whispered to myself. “What am I doing? Why can’t I stop this before it’s too late?”

As I looked at the creamy load of useless sperm, I knew down deep what was going to happen when I returned to the table. There was no doubt in my mind. I’ve read enough porn to realize what was going through his mind. I really wasn’t sure I could do it.

I knew that I should just throw that cup away and disappear out the back door, but something deep inside of me wouldn’t let me do it. There was no running away from this; there was no escape. I was being drawn back to that table and to him as if I was on a string.

Slowly I made my way back to the dining room and set the cup down for his inspection.

“Man, that’s quite a load. Haven’t you jerked off in a while?”

“No, Sir. It’s probably been three or four days. I’ve been busy and I was sort of saving myself for Friday night.”

“Unbelievable,” he said shaking his head. “What in hell were you saving it for? Your nuts make new stuff every day. When I was your age I was whacking off three or four times a day, getting laid once or twice and even getting a couple of blow jobs to boot.”

Just moments later the waitress brought our lunch. “Is there anything else I can get you? Wouldn’t you like some dressing for your salad?”

“No thanks. He’s got some special stuff in that cup. I think we’re fine.”

“Great. I’ll be back in a while and check on you,” she said as she walked away.

Then it happened. Phil picked up the cup brimmed with my s*x juice and poured it over my salad.

“Please, Sir. I don’t think I can eat that.”

He looked me straight in the eyes and said just one word, “Eat!”

I looked back at him and picked up my fork, slowly pushing it into the greens. Mixing it around a little wasn’t making my situation any better. I hesitated for a few moments more and then reluctantly put a forkful of the vile stuff in my mouth and started to chew. I tried not to think about it as I swallowed my first mouthful. I really thought that I would gag and puke, but I didn’t. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The slightly bitter-sweet, almost salty, creamy s*x-dressing really didn’t have a lot of flavor. It was just the thought of what I was eating that was the worse. I tried to rationalize it by thinking that we expect girls to swallow when we get a blow job. I guess there really isn’t any difference.

“There are lots of things that you’ll be doing as my slave. You’ll wait on me and do everything for me. I expect my house cleaned, my cars washed and waxed and my laundry done. That’s quite a job in itself. All my clothes will be kept washed and ironed. My bed will be changed daily. After all I like getting into nice fresh sheets every night. Your list will be quite extensive. You’ll do all my shopping, fix all my meals and satisfy all my personal needs. And between times you will be punished for everything that is not absolutely perfect.”

“But, Sir, I have classes and studying and….”

“Tough s**t. You can fit that in after you take care of my needs. Besides that, the semester is just about over.”

“I’m not sure I can do that, Sir.”

“You can and you will. From this moment on, you will do exactly as I say. And it’s not Sir any more. It’s Master and you will do it or pay a very painful price. And another thing - what you just did in the bathroom a few minutes ago is the last time you’ll ever do that. You will never – let me repeat that…. You will never jerk off again without my permission. An orgasm for you is a thing of the past. You’ll have to earn the right to have one. Understand?”

I was a little slow on answering. “Yes, Master.”

“Good. Now let’s get on with business. You have a girl friend?”

“Yea….”

“You f*****g her?”

I didn’t say anything, being a little reluctant to respond to his comment.

“Well, are you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied quietly.

“Not any more. What’s her name?”

“Brittany.”

“Brittany what?”

“Daniels… Brittany Daniels Sir.”

“Give me your cell phone.”

“But….”

“Give it to me now, slave!” he said emphatically.

Reluctantly, I reached into the side pocket of my shorts and got out my iPhone. He immediately pulled it from my hands and started looking through my contacts.

Phil quickly found her number, called her and handed me the phone. “Dump her. Now, slave!”

“But, Master, I don’t….”

“If I talk to her, I’ll tell her that you never want to see her again and that you’re in a restaurant under the table sucking my big, hard c**k. I’ll explain to her that you would rather be taking my c**k up your ass than having s*x with a lousy slut like her. It’s your choice, but I suggest you tell her yourself.”

I could hear her voice on the phone and couldn’t believe what I was going to do.

“Hey, Brit, what ya doing?”

After a short pause for her reply I looked at my new Master and slowly started in. “Look, I can’t get together with you tonight. I’m sort of… ah… I’m busy. In fact… ah… ah…ah… we won’t be getting together any more. I don’t want to date you any longer. I’m sorry to just call up and tell you this on the phone, but I didn’t think it was…”

“Yea, I’m seeing someone else. I’m sorry.”

Slowly with a small tear in my eye I pushed the End button and set down the phone on the table and just stared at it. It was over. I can’t believe what I just did. Actually, I can’t believe what I’m doing. I was in a sort of confused daze when he continued.

“Don’t worry… she’ll be over it in a couple of days,” he added as he slipped my phone into his pocket. “There are lots of guys on campus who can easily take your place.

“Now where was I? Oh yes, punishment. Every time you do anything wrong you will be severely punished and believe me – I enjoy using a whip and dishing out pain. I will expect absolute perfection – nothing less. I’ll be a little considerate for the next few weeks until college is out, but by then you’ll know what to expect.

“From now on you are my slave. You will quickly find out how completely I own you. Your only duty in life will be serving and pleasing me. That will be your total existence – nothing else.

“I said it earlier… I really take great pleasure in inflicting the ultimate pain on my slave. Before you wanted to go in and wack off I told you that one of my favorite ways of getting my jollies was to hang my slave up by his wrists and dangle some heavy weights on his balls before whipping him. How much weight do you think your worthless little nuts can handle?”

I didn’t answer as I continued to eat my salad. I was trying to avoid the question.

“Well, I’ll start with five pounds hanging from your itty bitty balls and then I’ll make you beg me to add more and more until I decide it’s enough. Do you think you’ll like that, slave?”

Again I remained silent but he didn’t mind.

“Probably not, but you won’t have any choice. When I have your balls stretched half way to your knees, there’ll be quite a violent reaction when a cat-‘o-nine tails is laid across your backsides. You have no idea what I have in mind for you. Put it this way. I’m a devout sadist. I love to dish out pain – lots of it. It really excites me. In fact, I think I like it better than s*x. Well… I guess they go hand and hand. I’m going to do things to you that are totally beyond your wildest imagination. I promise you it will be an eye opening experience. Most of the time I will be stretching your limits as well as your pain tolerance, but don’t worry there will be some times of pleasure. Those few pleasing moments are what you’ll live for.

“Let me repeat this so it’s planted firmly in your f*****g little mind. You are my slave from now on, whether you like it or not. I own you. Just like I own my cars and my house, I own you. You’re nothing more than another piece of my property to do with as I please. You’ll serve me until I tire of you. Then you’ll go on with your life and I’ll go on with mine. But I guarantee even with the terrible things I’ll do to you, you’ll beg me for more. I know you. You want me to be your Master, don’t you?”

This was going way too fast. My mind was a blur. I really didn’t know what to say. I really fantasized about kneeling at the feet of some beautiful sexy woman clad in black leather with a vicious whip in one hand and a chain twisted cruelly around my balls in the other. But for some strange reason, I wanted what he had to offer. I actually craved the bondage he proposed and the pain he’d dish out. I must be absolutely crazy, I thought.