Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave - Chapters 1

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Summary

In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man.

After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies.

However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other.

Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise.

Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master.

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Chapter Thirteen

First thing the next morning, I logged on to check if my instructions had arrived yet, but there was nothing. While I waited, I trimmed my hair and moustache and shaved my balls and arse ready for fucking after already taking the precaution of stretching my hole with a butt-plug the night before to help me accommodate Ram's large cock after such a long absence.

At 10.24am my instructions eventually arrived:

make preparations for coffee as before...in the garden if not too cold...ashtray to be included you will wear jeans with a button-fly and a white shirt and no underpants - commando midday at location arranged - be seated in the passenger seat and dont eyeball me! there will be a pit stop on the way and you will be expected to wait in the car

I rapidly selected an appropriate shirt and jeans and dashed to the shower to douche my arse and wash myself. I put a blanket in the backseat of the car (to cater for the possibility of undercover cock-sucking on the journey back) and put on a jacket and a cap as it was March and still pretty cold out.

As I drew close to our rendezvous point, I realised I would arrive far too early - so turned off the North Circular at a nearby supermarket to fill in the time doing a little shopping. In my eagerness to avoid being late, I still arrived ten minutes early and parked the car in front of someone's driveway as close to the specified junction as I could. I moved across to the passenger seat and listened to the radio - taking the occasional swig from the drink I had bought in order to keep my juices flowing sufficiently freely for the prolonged cock-sucking and arse-licking session that I was pretty certain was in store for me.

By 12.15pm, when Ram finally arrived, I had begun to feel the cold and had been toying with turning on the engine to warm myself up for a while. He opened up the rear door, threw a holdall onto the back seat and, after depositing it, took his place in the driver's seat beside me. Without uttering a word, he adjusted the mirror and seat position and then calmly started up the engine.

To mark my submission, I took care to avert my eyes from his face, but as we pulled away from the kerb, took note of the grey and white trainers he was wearing and then surreptitiously raised my gaze higher up his body a little at a time, noting he was wearing black socks, denim jeans and a bomber jacket, the front of which he had unzipped to reveal a military-style pullover.

I watched his slender fingers as he confidently mastered the controls and noticed a knotted piece of cream coloured cord was wrapped twice around his right wrist. He drove carefully and with great courtesy but said nothing, leaving the radio to fill the silence. As the car warmed up, I began to lapse into my usual role as a passenger - alternating back seat driving with looking around at the scenery on what was turning into a pleasantly sunny early spring day. But then I reminded myself that this was no ordinary car journey and that I should be making the most of it!

It was a long time since I last had the privilege of being able to see the young Indian's handsome face and slender body and now, there he was, sitting right beside me, taking driving a strange car entirely in his stride, confidently speeding us towards our destination where he would use and abuse me however he wished for his own pleasure and amusement. His good looks and self-assurance combined to give him a sexual potency that I found irresistible - a single word from him at any moment would have sent me scampering to please him, however great the humiliation involved.

Despite my excitement rising at such thoughts, as we got nearer home and nothing happened, I began to resign myself to there being no sexual humiliation coming my way during the course of the drive. Ram must consider it too risky to contemplate this on such a busy road in broad daylight, but as usual, he soon proved my assumption wrong.

As promised in his message, we took a "pit-stop" before we reached our destination, which turned out to be my nearest branch of Tesco. After slowly circling the entire car park to find a suitable space, Ram parked the car on its periphery, took the keys from the ignition and unloaded his bag from the rear of the car. It was only then that he spoke to me for the first time.

"By the time I get back, I want you completely naked."

With that, he slammed the car door shut and walked off toward the supermarket entrance.

As he no doubt intended, I was immediately thrown into a quandary over what to do about his impossible demand. I'd expected to have to remove my trainers and socks at some point during the journey and so quickly did so. But then I hesitated, should I stop at this and run the risk of letting Ram down on our first meet after so long, I wondered?

I looked around me. Although there were no cars nearby currently, there was nothing to stop someone pulling up beside us at any moment. If I stayed sitting upright, I could be seen by passing cars on the busy slip-road as well as from within the car park. The one thing that would definitely arouse suspicion would be if I removed my shirt. So, should I just risk slipping off my pants and hope that would satisfy him - after all, no one was likely to give the car more than a second glance, even if they did see someone sitting in the passenger seat, let alone peer inside.

What about removing my shirt as well and crouching down below window height? But if the car park filled up and someone drew up alongside, they might easily catch sight of my pale form silhouetted against the car's dark grey interior and linger to investigate what was going on. Spotting a naked man crouching in the front seat of a car in a public car park, with his discarded clothes neatly folded on the back seat, I judged would arouse most people's interest, at least sufficiently to encourage them to take a closer look!

What would I do if they didn't laugh and turn away and instead banged at the window to express their disgust? What if they reported me to one of the Tesco trolley collectors and they came to investigate? I guessed something like this would certainly brighten up their day and provide them with a good anecdote to tell their friends afterwards. "We found this perv who'd stripped naked inside his car in the car park today," I imagined them saying. As more and more faces peered in at me and they knocked on the car window to get my attention, what would I do - ignore them?

Then I realised that I didn't have the luxury of this option in any case, as Ram had left the car unlocked. So, if I just opted to keep my head down, there was nothing to stop them from opening it themselves! But what else could I do? If I tried to scramble back into my clothes, I would just expose my nakedness all the more. I could see it all - a whole gang of juvenile trolley collectors, augmented by a motley assortment of curious shoppers, tugging open the car door. After a shocked moment of silence, as they discovered that I was indeed stark naked, there would be an outburst of derisory laughter, perhaps followed by the lead adolescent demanding that I get out of the car to explain myself...

Fortunately, due to my fantasy of Ram having me pleasure him during our twenty-minute car journey, I had taken the precaution of placing a blanket on the back seat of the car. Making use of it seemed to provide the only means of meeting his demand whilst avoiding the risk of public exposure and disgrace.

Convinced that Ram would return pretty soon, I forced myself into making a decision. But first, I checked the area for closed circuit cameras, as I didn't want to risk my antics being recorded and get myself arrested at a later date. There was no sign of any nearby but nowadays you never could tell!

With no passers-by or cars approaching, I placed my trainers and socks in the back behind the driver's seat and then slowly eased myself down onto the floor of the car until I was hidden from view. I pulled apart the folded blanket and draped it over me. There was barely enough space for me to kneel, even with the seat pushed as far back as it would go, and I found my ribs pressing hard against its front edge - but with my head now below window height, I decided I was unlikely to be observed.

So, I hurriedly unfastened the buttons of my shirt and then attempted to prise it off over my shoulders. The blanket's soft fabric clung to my clothes as I struggled like a contortionist to free myself of the wretched garment in the confined space whilst at the same time keeping myself covered up and my profile below window level, in order to avoid arousing anyone's suspicion. It took me a while, but I finally managed to wrench it off and paused for breath before meekly depositing it on the backseat in a dishevelled heap.

All the while, the car had been hotting-up in the sunshine and I could feel my face reddening from my exertions. The jeans I was wearing were tight-fitting ones and presented me with as big a challenge as the shirt to successfully remove. However, after succeeding in prising them down from my thighs and past each knee in turn, I finally managed to drag them off over my ankles. Now fully naked, I deposited them beside the shirt and retreated beneath the blanket to await my master's return and, hopefully, to reap the rewards for my unquestioning obedience.

Once beneath the blanket I shuffled around until all my body was fully hidden and then listened carefully for any sounds that might indicate that I had been observed - but nothing seemed amiss. I also tried to keep as still as I could, just in case someone glimpsed inside, spotted something moving under the cover, caught sight of my discarded clothes and put two and two together.

Although now fully naked, I was getting increasingly red in the face and the seat was pressing hard into my ribs, prompting me to change position. I listened out for tell-tale noises, such as the slamming of car doors, and watched out for sudden shadows caused by passers-by before stretching out my cramped limbs.

I then waited, and waited, and waited some more, fretting about why Ram was taking so long. Instead of just buying cigarettes and a few groceries, he must have stopped off to do his weekly shop, I decided. Or, alternately, was he sitting comfortably in the supermarket's caf enjoying a coffee whilst savouring the thought of me stripped naked outside in the car park?

I held up the edge of the blanket an inch or two to let some cooler air penetrate beneath it and told myself to stop worrying about the risk of discovery and where Ram was, and instead make the most of my first experience of being completely naked in a public car park (albeit hidden beneath a blanket). Ironically, the means I came up with to divert myself from the negative aspects of my predicament was to increase my vulnerability and potential humiliation still further.

I made to tweak my nipples to get myself turned on but it was hard to reach both of them at the same time as one was pressed beneath the edge of the seat - so I had to settle for touching one at once. But within moments my cock began to respond. No sooner had I become fully erect, than the inevitable happened and the car's rear door was pulled wide open and a, now much heavier bag, was flung onto the rear seat by my master.

"Oh, good!" Ram exclaimed, presumably spotting my discarded clothes and working out that the mound hidden beneath the blanket on the passenger seat must be me. I guess he was a little taken aback by the extent of my obedience or maybe he'd just forgotten what his parting instructions to me had been!

After taking up his seat beside me, Ram drove on in silence once again, while in my aroused state I fantasized about him reaching beneath the cover to take advantage of my nakedness and perhaps invite me to creep across and wrap my mouth around his cock while he drove. But all I got was the occasional reassuring pat on the head, through the blanket, to show his approval.

When I realised we would soon be arriving at my home, another worry came into my mind. Surely Ram would not park directly outside my house and expect me to parade myself naked wrapped only in a blanket in front of my neighbours! No, he'd park in the quiet side street to permit me to get dressed without any observers watching, before finally driving up to the house - wouldn't he?

But when I heard the crunch of gravel beneath my tyres and the car come to a sudden halt, I realised that I had my answer - park outside my home was exactly what he had done! Ram climbed out of the car, then realised he needed the key to enter so opened the car's rear door where my clothes were stowed to ask me where it was.

Keeping my head below window level, I whispered that it was in my pants pocket. Rather than search for it himself, he thrust my jeans beneath the blanket and after rooting through them I handed it over to him. "Get a move on!" he added, handing me the rest of my clothes before slamming the door shut and letting himself into my home.

Aware that one of my neighbours might be watching, I realised that to maintain the appearance of respectability I had no alternative but to struggle back into the clothes I had spent so much time and energy discarding, just to traverse the few yards that separated me from the privacy of my car to that of my hallway. So, for a second time, under the clinging camouflage of the blanket, I prised my limbs into the tight shirt and jeans Ram had selected for me to wear and then sat in the passenger seat to hastily button them up and force my feet back into my shoes - bugger the socks!

Five minutes later, I staggered out of the passenger door flushed-faced and dishevelled, praying that none of the neighbours happened to be looking out at that moment or had witnessed the stranger climb out of the driving seat of my car and coolly enter my home before me. After reaching the sanctuary of my entrance hall, I tore off my clothes once more and made a dash to relieve myself in the toilet. After hurriedly washing my cock clean, I pushed open the kitchen door to find Ram sitting contentedly inside the open French windows smoking.

When he turned toward me, I immediately dropped down to my knees as a mark of my submission and looked to him for direction. He waved me across to join him and I obediently padded across the floor and knelt down nervously at his feet. While he continued to draw on his cigarette, I glimpsed through the open door and confirmed that with many of the trees still bereft of their leaves, the back of the house was no longer entirely private. As though to confirm my concerns, a bus sped down the road giving the two passengers on its top deck an uninterrupted, if brief, glimpse of what we were up to. Seemingly oblivious of this, the handsome Indian stretched out his youthful body and leisurely exhaled.

When a cool breeze caught his cigarette smoke and sent it in my direction, despite my anxiety at us being observed, the smell was now so strongly associated with sex with Ram that I immediately found myself becoming aroused. The cold air not only made my nipples instantly harden and cover by sweat-coated flesh with goose bumps but also provided me with a reminder of the raunchy encounters I'd enjoyed with the boy out in the garden in the past.

Intoxicated by the man and the circumstances I found myself in, I eagerly drew his delicious scent down into my lungs, hooked my hands behind my back to increase my vulnerability still further and lowered my flushed face to his crotch in an act of complete submission.

Chapter Fourteen

"Get my cock out!"

I eagerly obeyed Ram's instructions and, with his assistance, gently lowered both his jeans and briefs down to his ankles.

"Now make it happy!" he added with a smirk, harking back to the words he had used on our very first date. Within moments, his dick was fully erect and he was demanding that I take it deep down my throat.

As my head was thrust further and further down his shaft, I did my best to satisfy him but, as previously, struggled to accommodate the large dimensions of his manhood, which seemed to have grown even larger since our last encounter!

As my discomfort increased, his excitement and determination to get his own way only grew, no doubt inspired by the collection of pictures he possessed of me revealing the extent of the sexual humiliation I was willing to suffer in order to please him.

"Make me a coffee!" he demanded with a sigh of resignation after more pushing and shoving failed to enable him to keep his dick down my throat for more than a minute at a time.

Chastened by his dissatisfaction, I lifted my saliva-streaked face away from his crotch and padded across the kitchen floor on all fours to switch on the coffee machine which I had loaded up earlier. But, no sooner had I done it and was waiting for it to heat up, then the youngster summoned me back.

"Take off my shoes and socks," he demanded, and after I'd done so, he told me to remove his jeans and underwear too. As I folded his clothes neatly and placed them on the vacant chair beside him, he lowered his torso to the front edge of the dining chair and hoisted his legs up into the air.

"Now lick my arse!" he demanded with a smirk of contempt, parting his buttocks to display his hair-coated hole in yet another echo of our first meet. Accustomed to receiving this command, without hesitation I obediently lowered my face between his ass-cheeks, slicked up its perimeter with my saliva then slowly eased the tip of my tongue inside it.

Just like old times, I reflected, feeling just as humiliated as I had on the first occasion I'd been obliged to do it, though hoping that my public exposure in the Tesco car park would not be the only innovation Ram added to our sex play after I'd agreed to meet up with him again after so long. Soon tiring of being in this uncomfortable position, once the lad had successfully reminded me of my lowly position in life as his ass licker, he let his legs fall to the floor and ordered me to resume making his coffee. While I did so, the youngster lit up another cigarette, and as soon as I returned to hand him his drink, directed my head back down to his groin.

While he relished his favourite combination of sensual delights, I was left free to worship his lower body without being required to wear a blindfold. Excited by the treat of not only touching but seeing the naked body of the young Indian who had filled my dreams for so long, rather than immediately resume sucking his dick, I lovingly kissed and caressed his feet, ran my tongue over his slender calves and slowly worked my way upwards. Eventually I reached his groin but rather than gobble up his cock immediately, I obsequiously licked his genitals and encompassed each ball in my mouth in turn. After this, I lapped the length of his shaft from its base to its tip with the flat of my tongue and gradually eased down his foreskin to expose its perfectly-formed head, which I then enveloped in my mouth to lick away the juices that had accumulated there.

Gathering from Ram's sighs of contentment that he approved of my actions, I grew bolder still and reached up beneath his shirt to simultaneously tweak the tips of his nipples as I serviced him, then willingly slid his manhood down to the back of my throat and beyond until I had engulfed his shaft all the way down to his curly bush of jet-black pubes. Although Ram said nothing in response to my love-making efforts, the fact that his cock remained completely rigid throughout, I took as confirmation that, provided I remained in the submissive role, I was, at least occasionally, permitted to take the initiative.

Once his coffee mug was empty and his fag stubbed out, he closed and locked the French windows, and demanded I escort him upstairs to my bedroom. Unprepared for this eventuality, I grabbed the condoms and lube I'd left out on the kitchen table and led Ram up the stairs wearing just his shirt, excited at the prospect of having sex with him in a bed for once, instead of the relative discomfort of the patio, kitchen or lounge.

After entering the bedroom before him, I deposited the two sachets on one of the bedside tables, hastily pulled down the covers and closed the curtains, leaving my visitor free to take stock of his surroundings, after doing which, to my great disappointment, he demanded I supply him with a blindfold. Reluctantly, I returned to take the flight mask, I sometimes used to help me sleep, from the bedside table and made to hand it over to him.

"Put it on then!" he demanded, bouncing up and down on the bed to test out its softness and then, in anticipation, commence unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

Once I was sightless, he reached out to grab hold of me by my cock and commanded I lay down on top of him as if I were his duvet! But it was not all bad news as far as I was concerned, as by this point, I discovered he had removed his shirt and now lay beneath me fully naked! Not only that, now he had me at a disadvantage again, he seemed willing to continue to award me greater latitude to embrace and fondle him than he had done in any of our previous encounters.

Seizing the opportunity with both hands, I gently embraced his slender young body within my more mature and muscular one and took advantage of his bared chest to suck on each of his nipples in turn before confirming my devotion to him by slowly licking my way down the whole length of his torso and resuming worshipping his erect cock once more.

When he accepted my tribute without complaint, I grew even bolder and raised myself up until we were face to face. After running my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp with my fingers, I went on to explore the rest of his features like a blind man familiarising himself with a stranger's face.

As my passion continued to grow and my hard cock began fencing with his own, I not only dared to kiss him on both his nose and cheeks, but also to bite into each of his earlobes and run my teeth around his hair-coated chin as I continued to rub my body up against his in a frenzy of pent-up desire.

For his part, Ram was more than willing to reciprocate and, as we embraced each other used his own, not inconsiderate, strength to ensure he continued to play the dominant role by positioning my body to suit his purposes. It was as though finally having a bed to accommodate our love-making had set free a mutual passion that our previous role-play had suppressed.

Our sexual sparing session continued for a good while, until it became clear to me by him fingering my ass, that me getting fucked was to be the next item on his agenda. But before he attempted to do so, Ram called a surprise halt to proceedings. Thinking the hiatus could be due to him needing to don a condom, I pointed out that I had placed one on the bedside table ready for his use. But that wasn't it.

"Get me a tumbler from the bathroom..." he demanded.

Knowing there wasn't one stored there, once out in the hallway I lifted the face mask to my forehead and quickly sprinted down the stairs to the kitchen, selected a glass from the cupboard and rushed back upstairs. I then re-entered the bedroom with the mask back in place, and presented him, not just with the tumbler he'd requested, but also with a bottle of mouthwash I'd taken from the bathroom cabinet, assuming that this was what he wanted it for.

"Lie down on the floor and wank yourself..." he commanded, after taking both items from my hands and directing my head down to the carpet.

Despite my disappointment that our love-making in the bed had been so brief and had ended so abruptly, I obediently complied with his wishes and lay myself flat out on the ground at his feet. Telling myself that this was where I belonged, I crossed my ankles began pulling on my, still hard, dick, grateful that I had the luxury of a carpet to lie down on for once, as opposed to the cold, hard kitchen flooring or a bed of sharp gravel!

Only when I heard the sound of my master filling the tumbler I'd just given him, and smelt the distinctive odour of urine waft toward me, did the penny finally drop as to his purpose in asking me to fetch it for him! Although I'd never drunk anyone's piss in cold blood before, my excitement actually increased, I guess due to the humiliation involved in being forced to have to do it!

The lad's next move was to kick my fist away from my dick, hoist my torso up from the floor by the ear, and thrust the now warm glass into my hand.

"I expect you to have drunk the whole lot by the time I return!" he added, walking past me to go to the bathroom and closing the door shut behind him.

I was shocked. I had not seen this coming! Nowhere in our past exchange of messages or my on-line profile had I once indicated that this was something I was interested in doing! Although the sounds of him pissing had excited me, the prospect of drinking his urine did not! However, I had to admit that as a means of upping my humiliation, it was a bit of a masterstroke on his part! I held the warm liquid up to my nose to sniff it, but knew there was no way I would be able to conquer my life-long phobia of drinking piss, even for him!

Fortunately, in the couple of minutes he left me to think about it, I managed to figure out a means of avoiding defying him on our very first meet following our reunion, which was something I was anxious to avoid. I decided I would have to openly admit to my deficiencies in not being able to summon up the courage to swallow his urine, beg for his forgiveness for disappointing him and offer to debase myself in some other way in the hope of making amends. So, before he returned, I clambered up onto the bed and knelt with my bare ass up in the air and my head in the pillows.

"I can't do it, sir! Please don't make me!" I begged, when I heard Ram re-enter the bedroom behind me.

After spotting the still full glass sitting on the bedside table, he cursed me for not obeying him but didn't spank my arse as I'd anticipated he would! Instead, he ordered me off the bed and back onto the floor on all fours, where I immediately threw myself at his feet and, in between pleading with him for his forgiveness, began to kiss each of his toes in turn. After heaving an exasperated sigh, my long-suffering master sat down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide apart and pulled me upwards by the ear until my face was nestled in his groin once more.

"Get it hard!" he demanded resignedly, thrusting his semi-hard dick into my mouth for me re-excite. Thankful for the opportunity to redeem myself, with tears of gratitude welling up in my eyes, I meekly took his shaft back into my mouth, and, after easing back his foreskin, to make amends, wrapped my tongue lovingly around its head to savour the taste of the more modest amounts of urine I encountered there.

"Now lube up your arse... and put a condom on my dick for me!" he instructed after I had primed his cock once more, placing the two packs from the bedside table into my hand.

"And hurry up about it!" he demanded, lying down on the bed on his back, as I blindly attempted to open both sachets and then stretch the rubber over his, now vertical, dick. Left to my own devices, I made sure the condom as well as my asshole was coated with a thick layer of lube.

"Here, wipe your hands with these!" added Ram, who'd clearly been watching me, thrusting a fistful of tissues into my palm from the box he'd spied atop the bedside table. That done, he then hauled me back onto the bed and guided me to squat facing him with one knee at either side of his torso.

"Now sit on me!" he commanded.

Highly excited by what had gone before, I quickly straddled the lad's thighs and, with my buttocks held apart, began to slowly lower my ass, until his erect member was embedded deep inside my hole.

"Good boy!" he exhaled, maybe impressed by the lack of the histrionics that had always accompanied his penetration of me in the past.

"Now I want you to fuck yourself and wank yourself off at the same time!" he demanded, once my buttocks were resting on his thighs, clearly happy to lie back and let me do all the work.

Pain-free and with my abdomen satisfyingly filled by his hard dick, I gradually lifted up my ass and then thrust it back down again in the smoothest and most satisfying of motions and felt a sensation I had rarely experienced when Ram had fucked me in the past, namely my prostate gland being massaged along the way.

Although, ideally, I would have loved to stare into the Indian's handsome face and kissed him as I fucked myself and resumed pulling on my cock, I made do with my recollection of what I had seen and done earlier that day to excite me, and gradually increased the pace of both, as my pleasure increased.

Up until this point, Ram remained mostly passive, but as his excitement grew, he began to meet my downward thrusts with upward ones of his own to penetrate me deeper still. He also reached out to add to both my humiliation and pleasure by taking a tight hold of both my nipples and tweaking them.

Brought to the threshold of orgasm by his actions, my wanking and downward thrusts reached a frenzy and, within seconds, I felt myself lose control and shoot my load in hugely satisfying spurts.

Split-seconds later, Ram let go of my tits and grabbed hold of my hips to hold me steady as he came himself. Brought to a climax by the contractions of my anus as I'd ejaculated, he pumped his own spunk into the condom inside me and let out a succession of cries until his upwards thrusts finally ground to a halt.

Gratified by his obvious enjoyment, I hoisting myself off him and lay down beside him on the bed exhausted, with a big grin on my face.

This had been quite some reunion!

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Once we were back downstairs and both dressed, I offered to do the driving for the return journey and Ram politely accepted. As I drove him back to where I had picked him up a couple of hours earlier, we began chatting sociably to each other for the first time, as though nothing out of the ordinary had gone before!

For some reason, the youngster was suddenly curious to know more about me and asked me lots of questions which, on reflection, resulted in me revealing far too much about myself. Somehow, I ended up telling him all about my most recent health problem (a bad back), my past career, my family commitments (looking after my elderly mother) and my writing ambitions, but learned next to nothing new about him!

We parted on good terms twenty minutes or so later and I whistled happily as I drove back home thinking I had unexpectedly found myself not only my fantasy lover but a new friend as well! I just hoped our increasing familiarity with each other would not ruin our future sex-play!

Back home, after having a bite to eat, I quickly wrote up an account of our reunion in my diary whilst it was still fresh in my mind. Later on, I also penned a brief thankyou message to Ram in which I apologised for refusing to drink his urine. But this time round, rather than append a pic of myself to my message to underline my continuing devotion to him, I decided to risk sending him an example of my writing, which revealed my submissive thoughts rather than my naked body.

It was an extract from my diary describing what had gone on while I was in the Tesco car park awaiting his return - the part of that day's adventure that he knew nothing about. I only hoped that knowing I kept a record of our exploits would not freak him out - but rather give him a better idea of the sort of thing I found exciting for his future use.

Hi Ram

Thanks for today - it was amazing!

However, in addition to my thanks, I think I owe you an apology/explanation as well.

I don't recall if I mentioned in my previous messages that my reservations about rimming stem from having caught Hepatitis A in a gay club in the dim and distant past (though from fingering rather than rimming). I know drinking urine is less hazardous and drinking your own is even recommended by some Indian gurus to maintain good health but just the thought of drinking urine makes me want to retch! So, you certainly picked on a good way of testing out my obedience!

However, when I finally caught on to what you were doing with the glass I'd provided, I have to admit that I found it exciting, due to the humiliation involved. So, if you ever fancy introducing piss play into our humiliation scenes in the future please do. Although I would rather avoid drinking it, I would not be averse to being pissed on, if that appealed to you! You have a choice of doing it either in the shower or the bath should this option appeal to you at some future date.

I also attach for your entertainment, an extract from my diary describing the part of our date that took place while you were doing your shopping. Hope you enjoy!

I look forward to hearing from you again soon!

A xxx

To be continued...

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