I had now known my MASTER for more than 3 weeks, and I had still not even been allowed to suck his cock. It was so humiliating, and at the same time I was addicted. I was writing him multiple emails each day, telling him my most private kinky fantasies, as he had ordered. And I have to confess it turned me on more and more that I was also giving him the keys to my slave mind and cock. The more I told him, the more vulnerable I became, and the more he used it against me. And the more I wanted him. By now I needed to be humiliated by him, to beg him, to adore him. My mind was full of him every free minute. It was like my need for him just took over, and I had no off switch.
A few days went by, with no word from him, no call and no answer to my emails. I was getting scared that I was not a good enough slave for him. Seeing him with slave David had really burned into my mind how low on the totem pole I was. When MASTER finally did call, my legs went weak with delight, just to hear his voice, and to know that he was not abandoning me. He actually asked how I was, and said he would be over the next day. I couldn't help telling him again how much I loved him. He told me that he expected me to give him a substantial tribute -- more money. I was rather short of money at that point, but I was so grateful to hear from him that I was ready to do anything. So I went to the bank and took out $500, money I really did not have to spare.
When he arrived, after begging and then thoroughly licking his boots, I was ready for my training session. As usual, I was on the floor, on my hands and knees, naked, my ass in the air, and at each stroke of the belt, I yelled out, "Thank you, SIR, I love you, SIR". He insisted that I react quickly, he told me that the conditioning had to become totally automatic: At any punishment from him, my mind was supposed to IMMEDIATELY think about how much I needed him and loved him. And it was working. My ass was red and sore, but all I could think of was how lucky I was that this sexy, beautiful MASTER was beating me.
Then he stopped, and told me to make my tribute. I had the $500 in an envelope. He told me to take the envelope in my mouth, and to crawl over to him on my hands and knees. When I was in front of him, I thought he would just take the money, but as usual, he wanted to humiliate me as well. So he made me actually beg him to accept the tribute. I begged and begged, and I was even afraid he would refuse and leave. Finally he took it, spit in my face, and told me I was lucky he was in a good mood. I was so grateful, that I wanted to lick his feet again and thank him. "Please Sir, may I lick your feet in gratitude?" He hesitated and finally said yes, but that I would have to do better next time.
Then he asked me if I wanted him to continue training me.
"Yes, SIR, please, please, please keep training me!" So I went back into training position, and he slapped my ass and my face this time, and of course I was replying with "I love you, SIR" every time. After another 10 minutes of beating me, he stopped and told me to beg to lick his boots again, which of course I did instantly. And then he allowed me a few minutes of bootlicking. But just as I was really getting into it, he pulled away from my face. I tried to follow him but he told me to freeze where I was. I pleaded and begged to be allowed to start bootlicking him again, but now he was enjoying playing with me, teasing me with his boots, and seeing me suffer. He kept inventing ways to dominate me like this: he would give me something I wanted, just enough to give me a taste for it, and then he took it away. It was deliberate, he knew he was creating needs in me that only he could fulfill.
Before he left that day, he took this one step farther. He lay in the bad, nude now, and told me to lie beside him. Of course I was horny beyond belief, after my training and bootlicking, and being next to him was a huge turn on. And he was wonderfully hard as well. And then he did something amazing: he hugged me, completely nude, both of us hard. And for the first time, he kissed me. It was wonderful, it felt like heaven. This went on for maybe a minute or two, not long, and then he pulled back, straddled me with his muscular legs, and started to jerk off over my face. Before long he came all over me, Of course I was licking it up, thanking him, telling him again and again how much I loved him. And then he smiled and told me that I would probably never get to kiss him again. And I realized he had probably done what he had just to torment me more, to give me the wonderful sensation of being in his arms, so I would obsess about it, and want him more deeply.
When he got up, I again went on my knees and begged him not to go. It was torture, I had just felt his superb body in my arms, and now, so soon, he was leaving. But off he went, again giving me that tantalizing smile, so seductive and sadistic at the same time.
(to be continued)