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Letters to my Master
By Nick D'Nude
nick.d.nude@gmail.com
ed. by deepdiver
Dear Master,
Sir, as you ordered, here is my second letter. I hope it finds you well and pleased with you miserable slave.
Once you allowed me into your house, I crawled gradually like an obedient slave dog. As I entered the door, I became aware of a refreshing scent, which wafted throughout the house. It felt like I was entering the gates of heaven. I began to relax and feel more comfortable. As you gave me the grand tour around your house, I was surprised to discover that you have a secret room. I wondered what might lie behind its door. My curiosity grew and I felt compelled to move towards that door but you stopped me just before I could enter. You then warned me to stay away and forbade me to ever enter that room without your permission.
So, my curiosity has become even more aroused, perhaps like Eve's attraction to the "forbidden fruit" in the Garden of Eden. Nevertheless, somehow I managed to control myself and obeyed your order, at least up until now.
You then took me into the living room and told me to kneel before you. As I knelt, I finally had a chance to look around. Pictures of all your slaves were hung on all the walls around the living room. Most of them were pictures of you humiliating and disciplining your slaves. There was also a humongous window across the living room with long curtains hanging in front of it. The living room was totally different from what I imagined it would be like. Your house is decorated with expensive furniture showing impeccable taste, and filled with high-tech equipment including a 36-inch plasma screen, projector, and surround sound system.
You were kind enough to offer me a drink. I nodded, indicating that I would like one and you went down to the kitchen to get me a soda. You ordered me to wait while remaining on my knees. I did not dare to stand even for an instant, though my knees were hurting even after a short while. I kept looking around and searching for you, wondering where you had gone and how long you would take. At last, after about twenty minutes, you came back with the soda. You sat down in a huge leather chair just in front of where I was kneeling.
I reached out and grabbed the soda but before I could take a sip, your arm flew through the air and slapped my face hard. Shaking with hurt and fear, due to my mistake, my eyes filled with tears. I had no idea what you expected of me. Trying to keep myself calm and motionless, I could not keep myself from trembling.
You then poured me some soda on the floor and ordered me to lap it up as if I were your pet dog. Petrified by the slap you gave me, I found it difficult to move. You again ordered me to lick it up and overriding my anxiety I began to lick the soda off the floor. Slowly, I cleaned the floor using my sensitive tongue which was not accustomed to such humiliating tasks.
After I finished cleaning your floor with my tongue, you came to me, pulled me up into your powerful arms, hugged, and kissed me on the cheek. You then warned me not to act without first being ordered to do so.
Next, you instructed me to tell you a bit about myself and my family.
As I remember, it was hard to tell you about the death of both my parents, which occurred five earlier. Remembering, how they were suddenly taken out of my life, always brings back the painful feelings. Since then I was living with my foster parents, until I started school here at the community college where I am majoring in marine biology. Right now, I'm on summer vacation just having finished my second semester.
You asked me what I like to do on my free time. Well, I work out twice a week at the gym and hang out most of my evenings at a nearby gay bar, waiting for some willing master to humiliate me.
You then asked to know more about the humiliations hat I have endured. Without thinking about the consequences, I told you about everything and all the experiences I had been through while serving various masters that I met in the gay bar.
There was one scene in particular where I posed in the middle of the room and had a huge dildo inserted into my rectum. I bragged that it was nine and a half inches long and three and a half inches wide. Your eyes sparkled like diamonds while I described the sensation of that phallic symbol moving up into my ass hole. Then suddenly, I thought to myself that it had made a major blunder having revealed this to you. I began immediately to regret having described that experience.
Without allowing me to go any further, you ordered me to assume the very same position that I had described. So, I crawled to the center of the living room, knelt with my legs wide apart and joined my hands behind my head. My naked body was totally exposed to your menacing eyes. You stared at my nipples, armpits, cock and balls, which were all waiting desperately to be used by you; to be abused by my master. I could see your cock growing inch by inch as you leered at me.
When you came closer to me, you ordered me to smell your hair. I therefore exhaled and waited to inhale the scent of the hair on your head, but then when you pushed my face into your crotch, I realized that you were talking about your pubic hair! The next thing I knew you were pressing my face towards your bush, making me inhale your manly musk odor. Wow... that pungent odor was unbelievably great. Your essence was incredible, the true smell of a master. It worked like an aphrodisiac on me, and made my cock instantly hard. I just couldn't get enough of your manly aroma. It worked on me like drug and I quickly became addicted, wanting to inhale more and more of you. I continued to try to fill my lungs with your aroma from hell, but you reached down and cupped my balls in your large hairy fist, squeezing them until I reacted from the growing pressure. My enjoyment of the sensations of smelling your bitter/sweet pubic hair were overshadowed by the growing pressure you were putting on my testicles. I soon began to jerk trying to free myself from your firm grasp.
Then you grabbed my dick and pumped it hard, stroking it in your strong hand. For a while, I felt I would lose control of myself and cum in your fist, but I managed to hold back the urge and wait for you orders.
After that, it was time for dildo play. You went to get your dildo and I was left there alone, wondering how large the dildo would be that you were going to jam up into my butt hole. You soon returned with your smallest dildo. I almost passed out when I saw that it was another eight-inch long dildo, and at least three inches wide. You pushed in against my lips and told me to suck on it while you lubricated my anus. I did as you ordered. I went back down quickly on all fours, with my legs and ass cheeks spread wide in order to give you access to my love chute.
"You had better make it nice and wet, if not, I can't guarantee what will happen to you later," you said threateningly.
Trembling again, I tried to focus on the huge dildo and make it as wet as possible with only my saliva. While I was sucking and licking that penis shaped thing, your began to finger me, nice and slowly. Sliding your finger into my hole, you moved it gently back and forth and then in small circles. These sensations were unbelievably erotic and nice.
Continuing to move your finger in and out slowly and with a perfect rhythm, you gently placed your second and third finger up my ass. You then massaged my sphincter until it relaxed enough so that I could hardly feel anything. Thank God, you stopped after inserting your third finger. When you told me that I was ready, my heart began pounding because I had lied to you. I didn't know how or what to tell you. How could I admit to my master that I had lied about my sexual experience? The truth is I never took a dildo of more than an inch wide up my bum. I started to more than regret my lie.
You went back to your chair , sat and then commanded me to proceed. I moved onto it and hoped that I was horny enough to take the whole thing up my ass. I tried and tried as hard as I could but only managed to get it about half way in. Your looked at me furiously as I struggled with it. You told me that I wasn't allowed to stop trying until I got the watermelon size thing in, no matter what. I continued to push it repeatedly, fearing what you might do to me if I failed, but it didn't do me any good. I was caught in my bold-faced lie and the evidence was now hanging half way out of my anus.
You walked around in front of me and asked me if I had really taken a three and a half inch wide dildo up my butt. Wanting to cry for having failed you by lying, I decided it would be better to tell you the truth. I figured that if I told you the truth now, maybe you would allow me to stop pushing the over sized phallic symbol into my tight sore ass. However, I was wrong. Straight away, you kicked my stomach, to remind me that I was going to pay the price for my dishonesty.
Then your dragged me into one of your play rooms and told me to stand in the middle of the room. You took a few measurements and then you forced me to sit on a chair. But the dildo was still only about half way inside me. So you added some more lube to the dildo, and pushed me down onto the chair, trying to jam the dildo into my sorely stretched rectum. Nevertheless, it barely moved an inch further up into me.
Thats when you attached the dildo to an upright stand, and made me pull myself up by two bars that crossed the room, above me, from one wall to the other. Once I did a chin up, you tied my legs and pulled them towards one of the walls until I was in a sitting position hanging by my arms. Then you moved the stand with the dildo attached it and placed it under my ass hole. As my arms tied, I couldn't help but to lower my body onto the waiting dildo. As my weight pulled me down, the well lubricated and thick dildo slipped inside me. When it hurt, I could chin up and pull myself up off the dildo, but as soon as I tired, I would be forced to lower my body thus allowing the dildo to continue penetrating my sore rectum.
You left me in that position knowing that the whole dildo would soon be all the way up my ass. In pain, I tried to hold on for as long as I could. Finally, I had to give up, and stopped resisting, letting the dildo ram its way into my body as I lowered myself onto it. The pain was excruciating, and intensified rather than lessened. When I looked over to you pleading with my eyes to be freed from this torture, I could see that my suffering was giving you pleasure. Tears burst from my eyes from the intensity of the pain that the huge dildo was causing me. You started to jerk off in front of me. My distress and suffering was a sexual turn on for you.
After about 20 minute of intense pain, I managed to adjust and relax in spite of the dildo that felt like a train parked in my ass. Pleased at my achievement, you shot your load of cum all over me. When you went to clean yourself off, you left me there like a useless slut. You then used chains to keep me suspended in that hanging position. You told me that I had to stay there until you came back to get me the next day. As you left you shut off the light, leaving me hanging alone in that dark room, with this huge dildo rammed up my rectum. I was completely at your mercy.
Your Faithful Slave, Nick D'Nude
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