The Sub-Student PART THREE By bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Bitch boi's legs were still secured to the shower floor as he sat on the little bench, looking at the shaving equipment I had left out for him. The rubber wrist restraints were still on him, but I had untied his hands to allow him to follow his orders.
I lazily manipulated my cock, watching on my monitor, seeing that he wasn't too anxious to remove the rest of his man-hair. It was so early in our relationship...he was learning how to expand what he just thought were boundaries!
Finally, after delaying as much as he could, he put some foam into his hand and lazily spread it on one leg, looking around the room, including directly at my hidden video camera, though he didn't know it. Then he picked up the razor and held it for a while. His other hand went to one of his tits and played with it, then he raised one hand and sniffed his bare underarm...oh, the secret things I could learn from this hidden camera! Eventually he sighed and took the razor, beginning on his right leg, removing swaths of hair with each pass. In a matter of minutes the right leg was done, though when he lifted the leg up I could see he would need my help to get the hair in his ass crack. He dipped the razor into a small bucket I had kindly left out for him, cleaning away the hair form the blade.
I stopped playing with myself, not wanting to shoot now, and my cock cooled down a bit as I watched him shave his other leg. I always found it amazing how absolutely changed a boy can be simply by removing a little hair.
As he finished, I turned off the monitor and walked back into the room.
I grabbed the hose and washed him off, then moved inside the shower stall, my still half-hard cock in his face.
"OK boi, time for some serious testing here. Are you a good cocksucker?"
The bitch boi struggled with his answer, finally coming up with a simple "Yes, Sir!". That would do for me...I stepped forward and inserted my cock into the mask hole and into his willing mouth. I put both hands behind his head and pulled him onto my shaft over and over, causing an almost immediate erection for me and a continuation of his seemingly endless hardness.
"Another rule...when you are not masked, and you're sucking on your Master's cock, you are to look up at me bitch!" I ordered and I could envision his eyes moving up behind the rubber mask to meet mine, big brown puppy eyes that were huge as he accepted the mouth fuck he was getting. I pistoned him with a steady pace, in and out, over and over, fucking his mouth and diving a touch deeper each time, finally touching his throat and making him gag as I inserted the first inch all the way in, giving him his first lesson in deep throating.
I held his head firmly with both hands, not willing to let him pull out. He frantically and quickly learned to inhale using only his nose. Just to play for a second, I used the fingers on one hand to clamp his nostrils shut and his eyes got even bigger. I kept my fingers there only a moment, I wanted him to learn the lesson that I was in control, and that only took the briefest of time with no oxygen.
His hands were unrestrained, but I noticed he kept them behind his back, in the proper slave position. What a find this boi was!
He was breathing through his newly appreciated nostrils as I pushed my tool into his throat another inch, then made some short back and forth thrusts, rubbing against his throat opening, letting him know what if felt like to have a Master's cock deep inside. Then I pulled out. I wasn't ready to cum, and I wasn't sure I wanted him to have the privilege of tasting my sperm yet.
"Look down!" I ordered, as my dripping cock slapped across his rubber-covered face when I pulled it out of his mouth. His head aimed downward, saliva dripping from the mouth hole.
If I worried I was being too tough with him, a quick glance down at this extraordinary erection was all I needed to ease my conscience. All of this was a major turn-on for Jimmy, not to mention me!
My new bitch was shaking now, and dripping too! He was so ready to shoot that I probably could have caused it by just touching his tits. Time to cool down a bit.
"Stay!", I ordered, as if he could simply get up and leave if he wanted to!
I retreated to my living room to plot out what happened next in this first scene with the new boi. That's the advantage of being a Master. Obviously you are running things, and that means the flow is at your pace, for your benefit. I grabbed a beer and watched the boy on the monitor.
How did I want the rest of the evening to progress? No hurry on my part...no work in the morning, and he wasn't going anywhere.