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I would love your reaction to my story, which is all true. In Part 1 I wrote how I came to be dominated by someone I never met, and did not even know what he looked like. But I gave him money, a lot of money, and came up with ways I could give him more. For example, every time he graces me with an email I would give him $12. We are 400 miles apart (at least that is what he tells me) and don't have even virtual sex.
In Part 1 I referred twice to an earlier Nifty Story of mine "Lawyer Owns Me". In one reference I had the wrong date. The correct date June 23, 2018.
Part 2
This master was also taunting me, much to my pleasure. He told me he used my money to buy his girlfriend some really expensive perfume. She was so grateful she promised him a great blow job that night.
I asked for details and told him that if he was really graphic I would count it as two emails.
He wrote back and said she worshiped his cock for an hour and then he came in her mouth.
"Bet you wish it was you eating my cum, don't you? Fucking faggot."
He was right, I did.
I came up with a couple of other ways for him to take advantage of me. I sent him an email to the effect that I was a priss with a tiny limp dick and I didn't deserve any sexual pleasure. He, on the other hand, was a stud with a wonderful big cock and was entitled to abundant sexual gratification. I was privileged to help him in that regard. Not only that, but I made an offer to reward him for his sexual prowess. I offered to pay him $10 for every time he came in a week's time. He could pick the week. But he ignored that offer.
Although how much or how little he shared his dominance over me with others I don't know.. But I gave him a way he could show off for his buddies and prove his dominance over an old faggot. If I received an email from anyone who put "Daniel's friend" in the subject line. I would answer it with a $50 gift card.
He said he didn't want to involve others and that I should stop thinking of "schemes" and get going with what he had assigned me.
He said he wanted to assemble a stable of slaves, especially young ones, one third my age, that he could fuck. My job was to recruit them for him.
He gave me some suggested websites. I was not very good at using them, although I spent hours. I did find a couple of candidates that fit his needs and gave him their contact information. I don't know if anything came of that.
By this point I owed him for five more emails. So I sent him a message saying I would pay him a "couple of days".
Within minutes he responded
"A COUPLE OF DAYS???"
How dumb was I.
"Sorry, Sir," I replied. "Sir, I will count that as a sixth email and send the card today for $72."
His response, "Damn right you will. And make it $100 you fucking faggott."
I did and in another bit of self-humiliation, I told him I would count only the $72 as email payment. "The other $28 is a tribute to Master, something Master is entitled to ask for whenever he feels he deserves it."
And that set up the idea, which I would later expand, that Daniel could ask for and be given money whenever he wanted.
At about this time my wife left town for a couple of weeks, meaning I could try to hook up. Under my new circumstances, and I wanted to reinforce to Daniel the extent of his control, I asked his permission to get fucked.
He told me that I should ask permission for everything, And yes I could get fucked.
I then asked if he wanted me to take a video, so he could see how one of his slaves was used. The response was an emphatic no. He said he had no interest in watching "a couple of old queens do one another."
Both experiences were OK, but not perfect. I was a total bottom in both cases. I sucked their dicks, then they put me in a variety of positions and fucked me. Neither had any interest in my getting off, which was how I wanted it. One of them had an enormous cock and great stamina. After a lengthy blow job he must have spent 20 minutes fucking my ass before he unloaded. It hurt, but the pain was wonderful.
With Master I kept trying to be creative, all the while knowing that I had to slow down or go broke. As I said before, having told Master he could ask for tributes whenever he wanted, I had given him control of how much money he would receive. Knowing there was a chance I could have a windfall, I gave him a new proposal. To save us the bookkeeping, I told him every Monday I would give him $150. Then on Saturday, he would tell me how much more I owed him for the week, He would not have to explain how he arrived at the figure, no accounting, no justifying. He gives me a number and I pay it, no questions asked.
Needless to say he was pleased, but he wanted to start immediately and wanted $150 right then.
Well, I soon learned that my windfall would not come through, at least not soon. So, reluctantly, I told Master I couldn't "play" any more.
His response was typical of him:
"i can't believe you're such a useless bitch. You're the one who was inventing schemes that would cost you so much. You're the one playing a game.
"I have been dead serious this entire time.
"I bought new perfume, new kitchen knives, new pots and pans, and new candles for my girlfriend with your useless money. It pleased me to no end that I didn't have to work for that money. I could provide nice things to the woman who worships my cock with the money of a desperate faggot. Now you want to stop. You can't afford it. You tiny cocked useless old fag."
Before I broke it off I did some accounting. These are the numbers I came up with, and I might be wrong but it is close.
Initial fee $150
Email fees $312
Fines $184
Tribute $28
Total $674
That is what I paid him for two months, and to him it was tax free. For virtually the whole time I was so excited that the money didn't matter. If you permit me to reminisce, the feeling was similar to the first time I used poppers. It was the late 70s, I was sucking a guy's cock in an arcade. He put the little jar under my nose, I sniffed and "Oh My". I would have done anything for that guy. My cock sucking got much more invigorating. He let me go for a while, then touched my shoulders and pulled me up and gave me another hit. I was melting with desire. He turned me around, undid my belt and pushed my pants down, bent me over and I was in heaven. No rubber, no lube, he just plowed. He could sense when the popper was wearing off and put the jar under my nose. It was a great time for both of us.
Back to the present. Six months after having last heard from Master I was antsy and willing to resume if we could lower the amounts. After much thought I meekly sent him an email and told him as much. I said when I received my stimulus check I would send him something and start things up again.
His answer: "Hahahaha".
That made me assume he was no longer interested. But I have become so addicted to the idea of serving a master that I began to search for alternatives. Ideally it would be someone nearby so he could dominate me not only online but also in person, fucking me and humiliating me.
I have had several short-term masters, none, however, in geographic proximity,
The one currently in charge is 1,000 miles away. He is having fun. I have told him how I can't get hard and cum, even jacking off. He has ordered me to take a selfie video of my trying to jack off, then put it on my SD account for his and others' amusement. I do hope one day to meet him face-to-face and give myself up to him.
End of Part 2
I welcome your reaction, criticism, encouragement, etc. Email is olderbottom4u@hotmail,com.
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