Last time I wrote about how my master took control of me at our first meeting, establishing dominance immediately. But there is more. Before he left, he did a few more things which really grabbed me by the balls.
After he jerked off and made me lick it off the floor, he wanted to humiliate me some more. So he took out his Iphone and ordered my to face him, naked and on my knees, while putting my hands together like I was worshiping a god. And then without asking permission, he took pictures of me like that. The worst thing was that even though I found it humiliating, my dick was totally rigid with wanting him. He even made me beg him out loud, and recorded a little film of me. And then he smiled and said, "I've got you, now, faggot, you're mine."
Then he told me to get him his money. Still naked, I ran upstairs and came back with it, carrying it in my mouth, as ordered. He looked at it and yelled, "What the fuck? You give me small bills? Your MASTER deserves better than that. I was on my knees again, apologizing. And then he ordered me to go back up and get him every penny I had in the house. I had no choice, by this point I was under his power, and wanted desperately to please him. So I went back up and gave him everything I had. And when THAT was also not enough, he ordered me to find something else. I had an expensive bottle of wine I had bought for a party, and I gave it to him. By this point I wanted so badly to touch him, to suck him, to serve him, I was practically desperate. And he had achieved it so easily, without even letting me touch him. All I had for my efforts was a face full of spit and the privilege of licking his cum off the floor. And of course, my huge hard cock, which was driving me crazy with horniness.
And then MASTER left me, after slapping my face again, as I knelt and thanking him for the honor of being humiliated by him.
Once he left, I raced upstairs and jerked off immediately. I came incredibly intensely. But in five minutes I was hard again. I just could not get the images of his wonderful body, and the taste of his cum out of my mind. I must have jerked off five times in a row, I just could not get enough. The way he took control of my sexual needs, and left me needing him, after giving me so little. I just could not get over how much I wanted him. My entry into slavery had begun.
After I jerked off and came that night, I was still obsessed with him. So I wrote him my first groveling email:
Dear MASTER,
I'm writing this before cumming, and I'm looking at your picture. I wish your picture was as beautiful as you are, SIR. I wish I could look at your face and kiss you, SIR. You mindfucked me really amazingly, MASTER. You have me already obsessing about you. It was such torment to be so close to kissing you, and sucking you, and then to have you refuse me, SIR. You have the body of a GOD, SIR. And your face is so beautiful, so smooth, you have such gorgeous lips and such a wonderful shape, SIR.
I still have not washed your spit off my face, don't want to, I LOVE having your spit on me. SIR.THANK YOU, SIR, for slapping my face, for humiliating me, SIR, for showing me what an inferior faggot slave I am, SIR. And thank you especially, SIR for using your beautiful masculine mind to MINDFUCK me like I have never been mindfucked before, SIR.
I admire you, SIR, I want you, SIR, I need you, SIR. I hope I will have the honor of having you whip me and fuck me, SIR. I hope I will have the honor of being able to suck your beautiful cock, SIR. To have your hard cock slap my face, SIR. To be covered with your cum, SIR, and keep it on me all day, SIR, in memory of your wonderful visit, SIR.
I humbly thank you for the honor of being humiliated by you, and I LOVE that it makes you hard, SIR. It was so amazing just to watch you and jerk off beside you, SIR. I almost never precum, SIR, and I did with you, and FAST.
You are amazing, SIR. Thank you for showing me what a REAL master is, SIR.
And thank you also for that incredibly hot idea of making me beg and taking a picture of me like that.
Is there any hope I can see you again soon, SIR? PLEASE, SIR, I'm begging SIR.
Your pathetic faggot slave
(to be continued)