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 Seventeen

Following my sexual adventure in the carpark, I thought our journey home might be tame by comparison, especially as we had got away with doing something similar twice before with no adverse consequences. But no sooner had we left Tesco to re-join the North Circular, than Ram immediately upped the ante.

"Take off your shirt and put it in the back seat!" he demanded, then watched me from the corner of his eye as I hesitantly unbuttoned it to render myself fully naked once again.

Had he spotted the cum stains below its collar or worked out from the smirk on the cabby's face when we had driven past him that we'd been up to no good, I wondered. Or did he think that on a hot day like today, it wouldn't be unprecedented to come across a guy sitting in a car bare-chested and had judged he could get away with it?

"Lower the back of your seat so you can lie flat. Then carry-on wanking!" Ram added hurriedly, realising he'd miscalculated when the traffic abruptly slowed down and heads began turning toward us.

Relieved, I happily did as I was directed and, as my head and torso slowly sank below window height, stretched out my legs and crossed my ankles so I could tug on my cock more forcefully. This was the sort of risky sex I had often dreamt about - here I was out on display, aroused not only by my nakedness but by my obligation to carry out my Indian master's instructions, however humiliating they might turn out to be. But in addition to that, my head was still buzzing from the thrill of publicly sucking-off the handsome Arabic cabdriver in the supermarket carpark and getting away with it!

"I'm going to cum sir!" I warned Ram breathlessly barely a minute later, despite suspecting that my master had planned to edge me for the entire duration of the final leg of our journey home. So close to orgasm had my horny thoughts brought me that there was no way I could hold myself back a second longer, even if he were to forbid me.

In response to my frenetic wanking, my whole body convulsed and my cock shot a series of plumes of hot spunk over my belly and chest. To add to my transgressions, I could not prevent myself from uttering a cry of sheer joy in response to the intensity of my climax to reveal the full extent of my satisfaction to my companion. "Have we done?" Ram enquired caustically after a lengthy silence, during which he was no doubt contemplating a suitable punishment for my latest indiscretion.

"Sorry sir! I couldn't help it!" I blurted out in my defence, "You got me so excited!"

"Wipe yourself down with the shirt, before it soils the upholstery!" Ram instructed, shaking his head from side to side in a show of disgust.

"I'm afraid cumming without your master's permission carries a severe penalty," he added, with mock gravity, as I hastily retrieved my shirt from the back seat and used it to mop up my cum.

"Dump the shirt in the back, unfasten the seat belt and kneel down below the dash! You're going to spend the rest of our journey sucking my dick!"

For the remainder of our drive, regardless of who might catch a glimpse of what I was up to from above, I stayed naked, crouched in the recess below the passenger seat and did my best to atone for my sins by sucking on my young master's cock.

I was still in this humiliating position, when we drew up outside my house, at which point Ram coolly pushed my head away from his groin and switched off the engine.

"Get dressed, then come inside to make my coffee!" he instructed after zipping up his fly, then took my keys out of the ignition and got out of the car.

As the door opened, I heard the noise of hammering close-by and realised that what I had always feared might happen had finally come about. One of my neighbours was outside the front of his house barely a few yards from where we were parked, busy doing some DIY job in his garage! Worse still, a glimpse through the window revealed it was the muscular twenty-odd-year-old son of the Spanish family who occupied the house next door but one.

Ever since I'd complained about the noise of a drunken late-night party he had hosted for his mates when his parents were away, after which empty beer cans had been thrown over the fence into my garden in retaliation, relations between us had not been good. I'd also been embarrassed by one of my more lecherous gay visitors flirting with him as we had walked past his home when he'd been working-out in his garage with the door wide open, dressed in his gym gear. So, of all my neighbours, this guy was the one I was least happy having any dirt on me, as despite his undeniable Latin good looks, I knew him to be both none-too smart but also a bit of a thug.

Oblivious of our history, to my horror I witnessed the sociable Indian walk over to him and proceed to engage him in conversation about the carpentry work he was doing! Maybe Ram's intension was to distract him so I could slip into the house unnoticed, it occurred to me, as I thought it unlikely he was flirting with him, given he was neither the age nor the type of guy that I thought he fancied.

Now aware of my enemy's presence, I made damn sure I kept well below window height as I hurriedly wriggled back into my shorts and cum-stained shirt in the supine position, then bent down to don my socks and footwear. I was about to make a dash for the door, to avoid having to make small talk with my macho young neighbour, when I realised I didn't have the key, as it was attached to the bunch Ram held in his hand.

Despite my face being aflame from my sexual excitement and the sun making the car's interior hotter by the minute, I would either have to remain hidden until Ram opened the front door or approach the two of them and ask him to give me back my keys. I decided to stay put a while longer, but to my annoyance, the pair continued discussing whatever the guy was doing for several minutes more.

Finally losing patience, not least because of the rarity of Ram conversing with me for more than a few minutes at a time, I eventually decided to interrupt them and got out of the car. Even then, I had to hover outside the garage entrance for a couple of minutes longer while they continued talking until the lad alerted Ram to my presence, after which he deigned to acknowledge me. "You need the door key," he grinned, holding up the bunch for me to take from him, "but forget about the coffee, it's such a hot day I think beer would be better - if you have any?"

"No problem, I just stocked up with some for the summer at the supermarket last week," I assured him, making a grab for the keys, hoping the youngster would not notice the cum stains adorning the front of my crumpled shirt before I turned away.

"You wanna join us, Marco?" he asked the Latin hunk standing beside him to my fury, hanging onto the keys so I was unable to head off back to my house and avoid having to exchange pleasantries with my unruly neighbour, whose name until that moment had been unknown to me.

"A beer would be great!" the youngster replied, "I was just about to knock off for lunch in any case!" he added, awarding me a triumphant grin as he accepted the invitation from my companion that he knew would be the last thing I would have wanted.

"I'll go sort out the drinks in that case," I muttered between clenched teeth, as Ram finally released his grip on my keys, striding off to my door to leave the pair to finish off their conversation without me.

"Excuse me a minute!" I overheard Ram say to my neighbour, after picking up on my annoyance.

"What was that about?" he demanded, catching up with me just as I was about to slide the door key into the lock, clearly upset at my apparent rudeness to the guy he had just befriended.

Chastened by his words, rather than explain my actions, I hung my head in shame and murmured "Sorry Sir!" in response, hoping my young neighbour would not be able to overhear me being reprimanded.

"You've had your fun today, now it's my turn!" he hissed at me ominously, leaving me wondering if he was referring to me sucking the cabdriver's cock or cumming without his permission in the car as he drove me home. "So, put a smile on your face, crack open the beer and start making us some sandwiches for lunch, slave boy!"

Fifteen minutes later, the pair were sitting sunning themselves out on the patio, quaffing my beer, while I was busy preparing them sandwiches in the kitchen! Knowing my unwelcome visitor was fond of music, not least from him playing it annoyingly loud in his bedroom while I'd attempted to read a book sitting out in the garden the day before, I chose some Latin American stuff to play in the background on my music player for the pair's entertainment.

I'd been as surprised by the lad accepting Ram's invitation as I had been by him offering it, as he must know I was gay, not just because of one of our visitors flirting with him, but also because I lived with a male partner. But I guessed he was curious to see the inside of my house for the first time and, while his parents were away, more than happy to accept free food and drink wherever he could find it!

Having met Ram in the middle of the day previously, I had never witnessed him drink alcohol before and soon discovered that, like my young neighbour, he too was partial to a beer or two. So, by the time I served up the sandwiches, the pair had not merely slaked their thirst but were already well on the way to being drunk!

Realising I would have to stay sober if I was to drop my visitor off later, I refrained from drinking beer myself and settled for fruit juice instead.

To be honest, once I was over the shock, the thought of being reduced to the two younger guys' servant was beginning to turn me on, made all the more humiliating by my master's insistence that I be civil to the rowdy Latin lad I disliked so much, but couldn't help fancying.

I became even more excited still when I went outside to serve up the sandwiches and discovered that Ram had persuaded the drunken youngster to remove his vest to show him his muscles.

"Alan works out as well," Ram boasted on my behalf when I stepped out onto the patio, then to my chagrin insisted I remove my shirt to show myself off to the youngster in return, whilst showing no inclination to reveal any of his own, more slender, body to either of us.

I did as I was told but knew I could not complete with the young bodybuilder in the muscle stakes and realised this was just another means of Ram upping my humiliation - something that was confirmed barely a minute later.

"Though he could do with getting more of a tan!" he joked, as we stood facing him side by side, my natural pallor highlighted by the bright sunshine whilst, in contrast, the younger man's pumped-up limbs and torso gleamed a beautiful shade of brown.

"Apart from on his ass!" Ram added mischievously, yanking my shorts down to my ankles to reveal my recently spanked buttocks to the lad. But that wasn't the only thing he succeeded in exposing! As I stood before them denuded of both my shirt and shorts displaying my reddened ass, my fast-stiffening cock was also noticed by the pair, after which it was downhill all the way!

Not only was I made to serve their food whilst naked, but as they ate it, was made to crouch down on the gravel and suck Ram's cock while my neighbour looked-on! Although I didn't think Marco was gay, when Ram offered him my services, in his inebriated state he seemed happy enough to have his pleasures augmented by having his po-faced neighbour suffer the indignity of providing him with a blow job!

Whilst I was wrapping my lips around my third cock of the day, which as a result of the youngster's labours, was as redolent of sweat and stale urine as the cabby's had been, Ram added to my humiliation by hoisting my rear-end up from the ground so he could simultaneously fuck me up the ass!

So aroused was I by this unexpected turn of events, that as both guys chilled out after achieving orgasm, there was no stopping me from belittling myself still further by crouching down and kissing their feet whilst I ogled their handsome bodies and set about pulling myself off.

"You ever had your girlfriend lick your ass?" Ram asked his new-found friend mischievously before he'd got round to hitching up his pants.

"Nah!" the youngster replied sounding appalled, but also clearly intrigued.

"Well now's your chance to find out what it's like!" he offered, nodding his head in my direction, "Cos he just loves doing it while he wanks-off!"

"Especially if your ass is really shitty!" he lied.

Shocked by the extent of the lad's betrayal but also excited by the prospect of my humiliation increasing still further, I stopped what I was doing and looked up plaintively at my young neighbour, who after breaking out into a wide grin, got up from his chair and bent over it so that his beefy butt was displayed before me. Needing no further encouragement, I slid my nose between the lad's sweaty buttocks to sample its odour.

Relieved that it appeared to be clean, I upped the pace of my wanking and as my drunken master pressed my face ever deeper into his crack, slowly eased my tongue inside his hole.

PART THREE

Chapter Eighteen

On Monday morning I whistled as I carried out the household chores, my spirits uplifted by the bright spring sunshine. After which, I retreated to my study in an effort to finish off the erotic story I'd been working on for weeks - depicting my raunchy first encounters with Ram. In the course of doing this, I logged-on to my old profile on the dating site where we had exchanged our first messages to check out the order of events, when to my surprise, as if by telepathy, a (two word) message arrived from the young Indian. this afternoon?

I couldn't help but marvel at his effrontery - almost a year since we'd last met, Ram was summoning me for sex in two words - as though nothing had changed in the intervening time!

It was true that he was still often in my thoughts - but then, I was busy writing about our past adventures, so that was hardly surprising. So, before responding, I sat back and deliberated about the pros and cons of re- establishing contact with him, realising that for once I was in the driving seat. A two-word message or not, he was the one begging to resume our affair, while I had persuaded myself, I could take it or leave it!

Although my desire for the mischievous lad remained undiminished, after not hearing from him, I'd concluded he'd only ever been a reluctant participant the sub/dom roleplay and public sex that aroused me so much and had reverted to more straightforward face and ass fucking with less demanding new partners. In addition, I'd realised our final adventures, involving sex in a supermarket car park and my own back garden in broad daylight had been pretty foolhardy. Although we hadn't got ourselves arrested and my neighbours' attitude toward me hadn't changed perceptibly, I was worried that things were getting more and more risky and we might not continue to be so lucky. Although Marco and I hadn't exactly become best buddies, following the drunken orgy that had taken place on my patio, he now acknowledged me with an embarrassed nod on his rare parental visits and had never called upon my cock-sucking and ass-licking services again!

So, when my subscription to the dating website came up for renewal, I'd decided to set aside my ambition to find myself the ideal master and become his slave and instead put the money I saved toward taking out a year's membership of a new gay gym and sauna that had just opened up in central London. However, although its facilities both helped keep me in good shape and provided me with the occasional sexual adventure, I was aware there remained a void in my life that the young Indian had occupied that brief encounters in steam rooms and Jacuzzis could never fill, especially as I usually ended up taking the dom role and rarely had sex with same guy twice!

After thinking about it, I decided I would reply to the lad's cheeky message because it would allow me to resume playing the sub role again on a more regular basis and maybe this time round have more success in moulding him into the sort of dom I was searching for. So, I abandoned my writing and devoted the next hour or so to composing a carefully worded reply to Ram's two-word message, in which I risked giving the lad some critical feedback on what had gone before and reminded him of the sort of things I was looking for from him. If he chose not to get back to me after receiving it, then so be it!

Hi Ram

Good to hear from you again after such a long time. I guess the sunshine made you feel nostalgic about the fun we had last year in my back garden, in the Tesco car park and on the North Circular Road! I must confess I regularly look back at our adventures and wank off over them. I can also confirm that I have yet to come across a top guy as sexy, self-confident or imaginative as yourself (Sir).

Although I liked the public humiliation/nudity a lot, I realised it was becoming more and more risky and felt we couldn't take things much further without pissing off my partner or the neighbours and us possibly landing up in jail! I appreciate you may not want to be seen out on the gay scene in the company of an older guy like me, but it offers by far the safest space for the kind of public sex/humiliation that I find exciting.

So, is there any chance of persuading you to meet up with me one afternoon or evening at a gay sauna/gym or a gay sex club? None of them are particularly busy early on in the day and have dark cruising areas and private cubicles. I'd be happy to service you in the same way I have at home - obey your every demand, let you strip me naked, blindfold me, have me suck your cock deep throat, rim your hairy arse and allow myself to be fucked in front of an audience.

Needless to say, I'd happily pay for your entry and anything else you desired during your visit. As usual, you'd call the shots and keep me guessing what you were going to do next and get to decide what I was to wear.

Let me know what you think.

Alan xxx

Perhaps predictably, I received nothing back from him for over a week, by which time I had come down with a cold:

sauna isnt do-able however you can visit me at my place in east london ...you will need to call for address - not obtainable any other way

your name when you call will be ass-licker 69

Despite the humiliating new name that he'd allocated me, no doubt designed to put me back in my place after not bothering to contact him for so long, I replied immediately. Not least, because him inviting me to his flat, dispelled my suspicion that he only wanted to see me again because I was able to host sex dates and provide him with free transport.

Hi Ram

It was good to hear from you again and thank you for the invitation to visit you in Stratford - this sounds a very exciting new departure and I'd be delighted to come.

My reason for responding via the website rather than by phone is that I developed a bit of a cold yesterday and need more time to recover before meeting up. So, it probably won't be until next week that I give you a ring to make arrangements.

I attach my mobile number so you will recognise me when I call. If you can be asked, you could tell me the best time/day to ring you and I will happily comply.

Alan xxx

Again, I received nothing in reply, so once my cold symptoms had finally gone, I psyched myself up before making my first ever phone call to Ram, knowing that I was likely to receive a verbal slap in the face should I happen to phone him at the wrong moment. I also realised I would have to be on my toes to ensure I was suitably submissive as, unlike with website messages, I wouldn't have the time to mull over my response before replying. Maybe realising this, the inventive Indian had made it that much easier for me to get into the right frame of mind by insisting I refer to myself as "ass-licker 69" instead of by my name!

Sure enough, the first time I rang him and announced that I was "ass-licker 69" he said it wasn't a convenient time to talk. The second time I rang, he said he had the flu and could I ring back in a few days' time? Was he genuinely ill, I wondered, or was this just him getting his own back for me putting him off due to my cold? A week later, I phoned him a couple of times, but on both occasions he didn't answer and I had to leave two humiliating voicemail messages saying "ass-licker 69" had called! Finally, on Monday morning, I guessed he must have noticed I was logged-on to the dating website, as I was contemplating contacting him that way, when he sent me a text telling me to ring him immediately.

After hearing my now well-rehearsed opening line, he dispensed with saying hello and instead asked me what I was wearing. Taken by surprise, I mumbled "Sweatpants and a top..." then, belatedly realising he might want more detail, added, "...a vest, underwear, socks and..."

"Take 'em all off," he interrupted, "and shove a butt-plug up your ass!"

"When you've done it, ring me back!" he added, then hung up!

Thrilled, I excitedly did as he'd demanded, then rang him again and repeated my humiliating opening line once more, this time not only bollock-naked, with a butt-plug up my ass, but also sporting a rigid hard-on!

Not bothering to ask if I had complied with his instructions, the lad asked me what I was doing later that day. I replied that it was up to him - as I was at his disposal. What was the latest time I could visit him he then demanded?

"Seven, eight or even nine..." I replied, but when I received no further response, I eventually realised that the phone had gone dead! So, I hastily rang him back again - though thinking all this cloak and dagger stuff was rapidly descending into farce!

"Arse-licker 69 again," I mumbled, accidentally getting my name wrong.

Ram carried on as though there had been no interruption, but this time was more business-like, maybe his phone was in need of charging? As though I were suffering from dementia, he told me to get a pen and paper and to write down his instructions so I didn't forget them!

First off, he spelled out his address and gave me directions.

"There's a phone booth opposite the building... Park on the road outside, not in the car park. Arrive at 7pm prompt... if you get here early wait in the car. Ring the buzzer for number 5 and I'll let you in.... My flat is on the first floor, on the left... The door will be open by the time you arrive and further instructions will be waiting for you in the hallway. Make sure you follow them to the letter! Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir!" I replied, quickly scribbling down the last of his directions. "You are also to bring rubbers."

"And what would you like me to wear Sir?" I asked, hoping it would be something as humiliating as my new name.

"I leave it up to you - but make sure its sexy!" he replied, clearly not having given the matter any thought.

"But no wanking-off before you get here!" he added, presumably recollecting that I was currently standing stripped naked with a butt-plug shoved up my ass!

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • For once, I had plenty of time to prepare myself for my date with Ram and no longer needed to stretch my hole prior to being fucked, as he'd already had me do it! So, I donned my vest and shorts and had a workout to tone up my muscles and after that checked out my wardrobe to decide what to wear. Rather than something revealing, I eventually decided to wear the clothes I went out clubbing in, a pair of tight-fitting light blue jeans and a denim shirt to match, along with a pair of newly acquired tan shoes and a matching belt.

After lunch I tried to get on with a bit more writing but couldn't help being distracted by the thought of seeing Ram again after so long and found myself sitting at my desk with a boner most of the time. At five, I stripped off and headed to the bathroom where I trimmed my head and body hair, douched, showered and, before putting on my clothes, anointed myself with a range of age-defying potions to ensure I would be looking at my best for him.

Although I left in good time, frustratingly I still ended up arriving fifteen minutes late after getting lost due to the Satnav appearing to direct me around in circles. After tearing my hair out and taking the wrong turn-off yet again, I eventually found somewhere to park off the main road and squinted at an old A-Z map of London, I had in the back of the car, to work out an alternative route. While I was driving, my mobile phone beeped to alert me that I had received a text. Thinking it must be Ram chivvying me up, I ignored it and concentrated instead on getting to his place as quickly as I could. I was really pissed off - it should have been a very straightforward journey - now I was all hot and bothered and there was a risk that he would refuse to see me as a punishment for turning up so late!

After ringing the doorbell of flat 5 and hearing Ram's voice say hello, I glimpsed around me to check no one was listening before mumbling ashamedly, "It's ass-licker 69" into the entry phone, after which a buzzer sounded to indicate the door was now open. I climbed the stairs two at a time until I reached the first floor, then turned left through a fire-door and at the end of a short corridor found the entrance to flat 5. The door was slightly ajar, so I eased it open and gingerly entered a small hallway with two closed doors facing me and one off to the side, which I could see was the bathroom.

Despite a post-it being stuck on the inner door, no doubt telling me what to do next, I rushed to the toilet first, as after my frantic journey I was dying for a piss. I quickly washed my hands and cock afterwards and snatched a drink from the cold tap to make sure I had plenty of saliva available for the activities I suspected lay ahead. As the note directed, I then entered through the door.

I found myself standing in a small living room with a kitchen tucked away in one corner. Immediately on my right was a two-seater sofa and, on my left, facing it, a TV set playing to itself and a sturdy wooden bench/table upon which I spied my next set of instructions. One well-used post-it note said, "Put condoms & lube here" while another told me to "Put on the blindfold" and a final one instructed me to "Kneel down and say READY"!

Eagerly, I placed the sachets I'd brought with me on the table, picked up the frayed home-made blindfold fabricated from a piece of black cloth that had been left alongside the notes and, after kneeling down in front of the sofa, knotted it behind my head to cover my eyes. I then hoarsely uttered the required word.

When nothing happened after several seconds, I repeated the word more distinctly, thinking as the TV was on quite loud, Ram maybe hadn't heard me. I then waited, finding it hard to stop myself listening to the evening news as I did so, yet at the same time thinking how absurd an accompaniment it provided to the SM humiliation scene that was about to unfold.

After a couple of minutes, I heard someone enter the room.

"On yer feet!" Ram demanded in his familiar voice, grabbing hold of me by the ear to hasten my ascent. As in the past, his first task was to inspect my outfit.

"Not bad!" he commented, as I pulled back my shoulders, held in my stomach and tightened my ass muscles in an attempt to impress him. He did a quick circuit of me and once I was facing him again unbuttoned the front of my shirt and reached inside to grasp my nipples between his fingertips.

"Still sensitive, I see!" he said with obvious satisfaction, as he slowly rolled their tips between his fingers and I let out a gasp of pleasure.

"Turn around," he then demanded, easing my shirt off over my shoulders and belatedly unfastening its cuffs so he could dispense with it completely.

"Hands on your head!" he added, once my torso was bare, then reached around my waist to unfasten my belt whilst thrusting his swollen groin up against my ass.

It didn't take long before the horny youngster had me stripped completely naked and was sniggering at the extent of my excitement - as evidenced by my cock standing at the vertical.

"Guess you missed me!" he joked, yanking down my foreskin to increase my vulnerability still further before running his hands covetously over the curves of my pallid ass and landing a few playful slaps on each cheek.

"Bend over!" he demanded, spitting on his fingers and, as soon as I complied, eased a couple of them inside my hole and waggled them around to make me squirm.

Once he had reacquainted himself with my body and had tested out my obedience to him afresh, Ram quickly moved on to put me to work providing him with pleasure by ordering me to get back down on my knees. Knowing what was expected of me, the moment I felt his pre-cum coated cock-head brush up against my face I opened up my mouth and slid my taut lips up and down his shaft before voluntarily taking its whole length down into my windpipe and holding it there for over a minute to demonstrate the totality of my submission. Although our reunion was undoubtedly a very passionate affair, there was little out of the ordinary about the sex we had that day, other than the intensity of the emotions that enveloped us both. However, after we'd both cum, to my surprise, I wasn't immediately turfed-out into the hallway with the blindfold still on and told to get dressed and then let myself out, but was permitted to remove it!

Gobsmacked at finally being permitted to examine Ram's face and shirtless torso without being obliged to avert my eyes, I greedily cast my eyes over them and registered that he was even more handsome than I recollected, having appeared to have put on some muscle in the months since I last saw him.

However, when the lad then also offered to make me a coffee before I left, I grew alarmed. The last thing I wanted, following our reconciliation, was for us to become so at ease with each other that the sexual roleplay that I enjoyed so much was ruined by over-familiarity! So, I turned down his offer and, once I was dressed, made a hasty exit.

On my journey back, it occurred to me for the first time that maybe the brevity of our meets at my home, was not due to the lad's other commitments, or to show his contempt for me, but was explained by him being on edge in case he was caught fucking me by my partner returning from work unexpectedly. Now ensconced in his own flat, he had the assurance that we would not be discovered "in flagrante" and so could not only relax but also take my enslavement to new heights. Though I doubted he would make the effort to write them down, I imagined a set of protocols that went beyond his dog-eared series of post-it notes that I would have to abide by when I visited his flat in addition to meeting his sexual demands to underline my continuing submission and subservience to him.

He had already given me a demeaning slave name, I realised, and it looked like I was going to be obliged to render myself defenceless by wearing a blindfold in future, at least for the sexual part of our encounters. In addition, maybe he could train me to be controlled by a click of his fingers to demonstrate the extent of his hold over me. One click to take my clothes off, another to present myself for inspection with my hands on my head, another to kneel to kiss his feet, after which I would have to stay naked on all fours for the remainder of my stay, be petted like a dog, used as his footstool, have to make him coffee, light his cigarettes, etc. Then be kept in line by being punished whenever I displeased him by being spat upon, slapped across the face or put over his knee and spanked... Maybe he could also use me to run errands and have me undertake menial domestic tasks for him during the course of my stay...

As soon as I reached home, I wanked off again over these exciting prospects and then sent Ram a brief thankyou message, saying I hoped we would meet up again soon.

To be continued...

Plea for feedback: If you like this story and would like it continue please let me know via email as I began drafting a sequel to this novel some time ago that has never been finalised but with a bit of encouragement from Nifty readers I might find the motivation to finish.

A free PDF version of this story is available by email from the author at barneybumpkin@gmail.com on request

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