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Thanks for the good feedback. If you like this story, you might be interested in an earlier story I left here. Do a search for "My Training". I hope you like this new installment!
______________________ Chapter 4
A few days after my groveling email, MASTER wrote back to me:
Slave, you're pathetic, you really are a lowly, needy faggot. Beg me to visit you at some point this week at my convenience and on my terms. If you're lucky I'll torment you, because it makes fucking HARD. And you will pay me (and more than last time!) to torture you.
Of course, I responded as he ordered:
I had to write you immediately, MASTER. Of course I've been jerking off thinking about what you wrote, SIR. But you already know that, SIR. I'm glad thinking about beating me and punishing me gets you off, SIR. I know you like thinking of ways to torture me, because it makes you hard, SIR, and I need that, SIR. I just wish I had a picture of your gorgeous face SIR. Seeing you smile and knowing that thinking of ways you can make me suffer me makes you happy, SIR. I'd make it the desktop on the computer, so every time I log on I'd see you smiling and I'd think about suffering to make you happy, SIR.
I hope SO MUCH you will want to see me again soon, SIR. Use me as your personal cum dump. Beat me, humiliate me, whatever you want, SIR. I need you, SIR. It's not under my control, you are in my mind, SIR. Please, please, let me see you again, SIR.
Thank you, SIR. I think I am falling in love with you, SIR.
your faggot slave
After writing that, I was still going crazy for him, so I wrote him again, later that same day. And I realised that I should write him more like a slave, e.g. never using a capital I. A slave writes "i" to his MASTER. I wanted to start behaving more and more like HIS faggot slave.
Hello again, MASTER.
You can see how much you are on my mind. i jerked off 4 times this morning already, looking at your pic and thinking how much i want just to touch your beautiful body. And also how it's a PRIVILEGE, and i can't just touch you when i feel like it, SIR. That makes me suffer, but it also makes me want you more. i'm really fucked at this point, aren't i, SIR? You have me by the balls, and you know it, SIR. And i LOVE you for it, SIR.
i want this to go on with you, SIR. You're right, SIR, i'm needy. i'm needy for a real master like you, SIR. A hot young man with a perfect body, a beautiful face and smile, and who gets off on thinking of ways to increase his power over me by humiliating me and using me for his sexual pleasure. And of course you have a direct line to my faggot cock, SIR.
Your humiliated faggot slave
At any free time I had during the day, I was jerking off thinking about him. It was beyond my control. I couldn't help it, I had to write him again and again. It was humiliating to feel so compelled to write him these emails, but I was coming ever more under his power.
Late that night, the phone rang. I was sleeping, it was MASTER. As soon as I answered I was hard, despite being awakened. I thanked him for interrupting my sleep. He ordered me to write him an email telling him all my kinky fantasies. He is a MASTER psychologist, and he told me that he intended to use my own needs against me, to gain more power over me. And he told me I would only get crumbs from him, and I would have to beg and beg for even that. And I saw it happening, and I was totally helpless to resist. So I wrote him after the call:
Hello SIR,
i was thinking about you disciplining your slave, e.g. with your belt ... instant hard on.
And since you have ordered me to tell you my fantasies, so i will be more vulnerable to you, SIR, here is one:
You are finally letting me suck your beautiful cock, but the price is a beating, or a whipping. Or else you whip my back while i suck you, and i have to do it so well that you don't even feel a change in the sucking rhythm ...
I hope so much I can see you again soon, I've been thinking non-stop, SIR.
I am starting to see it now, SIR. You're right, SIR. Crumbs from you are better than a relationship with another guy, SIR. That's how badly I need you, after just one meeting and a couple of telephone calls, SIR. I am praying I can see you again on Thursday, please, SIR, let me work to make your cock happy, SIR. i will honor it like nobody before.
I LOVE YOU, SIR. I LOVE YOU, SIR.
your faggot cocksucker, who is dreaming about sucking his master's beautiful 8 inch dick ...
He sent me a 2 line email in reply, telling me that he was probably going to come over again, the next day, but only if he felt like it. I could see he was deliberately keeping my doubting, and on the hook. I'd have to wait around all day for a call from him. The next afternoon, I wrote him yet another slave email:
hello MASTER.
i just got home from work, of course i was thinking about you a lot of the time, SIR. i also went to the bank to get money for you, SIR. No fives this time, SIR. You cleaned me out totally last time, SIR! Thank you for showing me better how to respect a real MASTER.
I hope and pray you will still want to spend some time tomorrow with your faggot slave, so i can work on pleasing your cock, SIR. I want to get really good at it, SIR. I am craving you, SIR.
your pathetic cocksucking faggot boi, who needs his MASTER.
He phoned me a few hours before the planned meeting, to say he had been savouring our second encounter all day. He said he a feeling it would be even superior to our first meeting. I was so happy, because he told me that his cock was really hard thinking about it. He even said, "It's too bad you're not around to slobber over it."
But then he added, "Maybe you won't even get to slobber over it tomorrow. I might just tease you with it and make you more desperate for it. Just be obedient and take my abuse and I will be rock hard. I love abusing you and teasing you and CONTROLLING you. It's all about control and it's all about me. I'm going to spit on you so much. My cock is so hard. Is yours hard too? I'm sure it is. I always make you hard with my MASTER mind and powers. I hope you're sleeping well, you worthless slave cocksucking faggot."
Listening to all this I was, as usual by now, rock hard, and all I could say was, "Yes, SIR, thank you, SIR". I was so happy that I would see him again. In just a few days I had become addicted to him. He was like a drug I needed, and couldn't get enough of it. I could see what was happening to me, how he was degrading me, but I couldn't help it. In fact, I wanted it. I was finally realising how much I needed a sadistic MASTER like him. Nothing had ever made my cock hard like he did. I had always been gay, and submissive, but I had never gotten into a relationship based on being a total slave. It was new to me, and scary, but I needed him now so badly, the craving was downright physical. I was becoming a genuine slave, more and more in love with my sadistic MASTER.
(to be continued)