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Mastered by Mick...A True Story
So, I guess I start at the beginning. Okay well I'm a top in NYC or at least...well...let's say I was an arrogant guy who got off on doing other guys big time. I really enjoyed cruising the web hitting on other tops' and doing a head game on them. Watching them crumble to bottom status was hot as hell. That is how I came across Master Mick. Saw his leather site and saw he was online. I hit send on his yahoo instant messenger and we began chatting. Amazingly he cut right through my bullshit at once. I was intrigued and we really got into some heavy chat. Reading his views on that screen, well, I was surprised by how intelligent and logical he explained his role. How natural serving him was. Let me tell you I was really into him by the time he said to fuck off for now' and that we'd talk some more another time. Yeah `fuck off cunt' to me and I loved it, much to my amazement.
I spent the next few days re-reading his statements and hoping to see him online. One day I received a file from him. I opened it and there he was telling me to cum for him like a good faggot. Got to admit I was smug about it. I mean yeah he was hot as all fuck and that sexy voice was a boner creator...but cum to a video...but I looked down and there was my hand pumping my rod alright...could he be in my brain I thought as I popped my nut. Alright so I did it a lot those next few days but so what I was no bottom punk...right?
Well when I next saw him online I instant mess' him. He was pretty cool about my bothering him again. He began asking me how the video was and repeating some of lines from it to me. (fucking cum faggott'/see files section on the yahoo site: glovedsmokingtop') Fuck I needed to cum by then and I was jerking my boner big time while he encouraged me to like a good fuck boi. After as I was licking my jis off my gloves for him he got into some real heavy stuff.
Found he was as seductive as hell! Got to say it, he turned me on big time! He just knew what I really was deep inside. As he assured me that ownership was in my nature a calm feeling came over me. I felt happy when I said something he approved of. He took a hell of a lot of time with me explaining and assuring me how I was doing great'. Over the next month he trained me. Showed me things. How he understood my need to be brutalized in mind and eventually body...if I begged enough. Anyway thankfully he endured my pleading to be owned by him. I didn't deserve it but he took pity on me thank God. See Master Mick is a master who can be generous. Thankfully he let me show him through pay pal' my gratitude. He even insisted I don't go overboard. The cam of him leathered smoking and grinning at me after in his tight leathers made my gut churn with joy and my cock harden yet again. Fuck I had a decent car I spent a fucking fortune on so why not my greatest need!!! The best leather master on earth!
I serve him now when I visit London. He lets me come to him and sit at his feet while he eats. I hear the sounds of his leather encased body as it moves and the warmth being the fag-boi of a hot master in leather engulfs me. After I silently stand in a corner as he beats up some lucky guy who has paid for the privilege hearin' him grunt and laugh as some willing masco takes his dose. His verbal is rough but man it is mind blowing.Watching the joy on their faces as Master Mick beats them is a profound experience now. With each dull thud of flesh hitting flesh my senses become alive. The moans of their surrender get me hard. It is indescribable in its erotic power.
After he is done giving of himself to satisfy their needs Master Mick allows me to quietly towel the blood and sweat him off. I light his Camel and his tobacco smoke fills me with desire. Then I kneel before him pressing my face into his leather encased crotch. The smell of his musky sex scent fills me and he tousles my hair as he mutters `good boy'. As he places an ownership collar around my neck I blow my juices. God he is sexy.
Being owned by him is liberating. No decisions just obedience. And thanks to him I'm rocking at work. Without outside decisions I can concentrate on my job because I know I will please him. As I rise in pay I know the joy that comes from giving some to him. See I was a smug guy but now I'm Master Mick's. I'm home and those empty jerk offs now have a name, a master and flesh.
Author : EXNYCTOP