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Twelve Days of Domination- Part 4 Sensory Lesson
Travis tucked me into bed and waited for a bit while the adrenaline from the night worked its way out of my system. He was actually quite nice and left me a glass of water. He asked if I wanted him to stay (in the living room) for a bit, but I didn't want to throw off the rest of his night. He smiled and rubbed my hair gently, before heading out my door. I was glad my door locked automatically because I was so tired, mentally more than physically, that I didn't want to get out of bed untile the next day. I don't remember any of my dreams but I didn't touch myself. Of which, I was strangely proud.
The day was filled with work but I managed to get out by 4 so I could run home and take a quick shower before heading to Daniel's. I got there just before 5, but the doorman told me he wasn't home yet, so I alternately stood outside his building and just inside the small lobby feeling foolish and wishing I had brought something to read.
It was almost 5:45 before he came home and I could feel my eyes tearing up when I finally saw him. He offered no explaination, just a smile and a few minutes of small talk with the doorman, while I stood behind him, arms at my side and eyes downcast.
"When we get into my apartment," he said as we entered the elevator, "you'll take my coat and hang it up. Then you'll get naked and wait until I call for you." I nodded and he let himself in, handing me his coat without looking at me. I hung it up and then took my clothes off, feeling foolish while he went into his apartment. The other times I'd been here, he'd watched me undress.
It was almost five minutes before he called me. With my cock erect and almost painful from days without release I went to the living room. He stood there in a thick, white bathrobe.
"Tonight will be a lesson for your senses, which I think you'll enjoy. Follow me." My hands went behind my back, without being told and I held one wrist in my other hand following a few steps behind. We went into the small bathroom and he turned to me, planting a kiss on my lips. "I went to the gym tonight after work, so first you're going to clean me." He handed me his bathrobe and pointed to the hook on the back of the door. I hung it up and turned around. This was the first time I had seen him in anything other than a shirt and some sort of pants.
Barefoot, we were almost the same height. I was perhaps, just slightly taller. He had the same brown hair on his chest as he did his head. It covered his chest, but his stomach had only a few traces. He had the slightest hint of a belly, and his shoulders were broader than I thought. He was not what some would have thought of as looking like a Master. He wasn't hugely built or hairy or even particularly rugged, but seeing him nude made my mouth water. The thick patch around his cock was inviting to me and I wanted to lick each hair individually until I would taste nothing but him ever again.
"I have something for you to drink." He reached behind me towards the counter and handed me a glass. It was clearly his piss and I could feel its warmth through the container. "Sip it." His voice was low and breathy and not demanding but inviting no argument. I could not say no, as much as I'd been dreading this. I took a sip, trying not to smell it, and let it rest in my mouth for a second. It tasted salty, but not terrible, as I'd imagined. After I swallowed I coughed a little and he smiled, taking the glass from me. "You'll get used to it soon. Maybe even enjoy it. We'll see." He shrugged. "You'll have some more later. Before the real lesson in taste begins, I want you to use smell. Come here." He lifted his arm. "Smell. Do not lick. Not yet. Just smell."
I inhaled deeply, feeling him fill my nostrils, my lungs, filling every part of me. His scent was stronger than I thought it would be, less cultured, if that makes sense. Given the way he was so formal, I expected him to smell like expensive cologne, but I couldn't actually tell if he even used any. There are words to describe scents found in nature: sweet, fruity, earthy, flowery, but applying those words to a man like this wouldn't do him justice. I can only say he smelled like he should. Powerful.
"I want you to take note of how each part of me smells." He grabbed my hair and pulled me away from him, firmly but not painfully. "Get down on your knees." I may have whimpered like a puppy when he took me away from his pit, but I obeyed. He turned around. "Spread my cheeks and smell my hole." I gulped. Like piss, I had never before imagined doing this. Just smelling a hole, no matter how clean was almost foreign to me. I'd done it before but not often and I'd never had such a desire to. The hair around his pucker tickled my nose as I tried to bury it deep. He didn't wiggle or do anything. He didn't need to. I would do the work and he knew it. He let me linger there, inhaling over and over again, and I almost became light headed because of the amount of air I was inhaling was more than I exhaled. I felt as if every breath I pushed out of my lungs interrupted the connection I had with him and I ached at that thought. He stepped forward and turned around. "My balls."
He hefted them in his hand, lifting them up, so that I could get underneath. I understood why he had taught me humility first. A week ago this would have been just a prelude to sucking his cock. Now, it seemed as if I could spend my life here Under his balls, smelling him and being happy and fulfilled. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
"My feet." I dropped my face to his toes and once again took the gift of his scent inside me.
After some time, he lifted my chin to force me to look in his eyes. "Which did you like best?"
I wanted to let him know that I couldn't choose. That What I wanted was to smell him forever. Not even to have him be a part of me as much as I wanted to make myself part of him. But how could I say anything like that to him? I told him I liked his armpits the best. He smiled at me.
He turned the shower on and looked to me. "By the time the water temperature gets to where I want it to be, I expect the piss in that glass will be in your stomach." He turned away from me and ran his hand under the water ignoring the look on my face. I grabbed the glass, still warm and drank almost half down in three swallows. It was still bitter, but it was another part of him inside me and I craved that more than almost anything. "Almost there."
I swallowed the rest and coughed again. I could tell that this would be something he'd want me to perfect, to be able to drink his urine without any effect other than enjoyment. I shuddered a little when I imagined him letting his stream loose down my throat instead of just giving me a glass. He Kissed my forehead.
"Brush your teeth. I don't want the smell of piss on your breath." I brushed quickly and he offered me his pit again. "Lick." I dove into the hairy underarm, licking it for all I was worth. (The thought occured to me that I wasn't worth the sweat he created.) I took long licks from the bottom to the top of the concave of his underarm and my tounge was soon dry from absorbing the liquid there. He almost pushed my face away and climbed into the shower. I stared at him for a moment. "Come wash me." I almost giggled with delight as I went into the water after him. His body blocked most of the water from hitting me, but I could see small droplets splash on my arm. Daniel handed me a washcloth and some soap. I was bothered that I wouldn't be able to touch his skin with my hand. So far he hadn't touched me very much beyond the spanking and a few times his hands had lingered to inspect my body here and there. I wanted to feel his bare body with my own flesh. I rubbed the soap carefully on the cloth and began with his back. The slope of his neck, the feel of his blades under the cloth. I watched the soap fall down into the small of his back.
I slowly went lower savoring each swipe of the cloth until I was on my knees with his buttocks right in front of my. I soaped between his legs and worked my way down towards his ankles. When I had carefully cleaned his foot and between each toe, he turned around and I started back up the front of his body. His body was now blocking almost all the water and I looked up to see his erection. His cock was beautiful. It curved slightly downwards and hung heavy over my face. The head of it was bright pink and the cock was at its thickest point midway down before it tapered slightly at the base. It wasn't overly huge, but it was perfect. My mouth watered as I began to wash around his balls.
"Not yet," he said, gesturing towards his stomach and chest. I worked my way up, rinsing the remaining soap from the cloth before I gently put the washcloth to his face. He stayed still as I traced the cheek bones, the bump in his nose, the indentation of his eyes. He waved me away and rinsed the rest of the soap from him. He stepped out of the shower.
"Turn it off and come dry me." I almost slipped getting to the water and a towel. I wanted him to be proud of how quickly I obeyed him. I started drying his hair first and then worked down his body. He spread his arms out to the side and watched me as I walked around him, fussing and checking and double checking to make sure each droplet of water was gone. "Dry yourself off. Quickly. Then come into the bedroom." He walked out of the room.
A few quick swipes of the same towel and I padded quickly down the hall. The drapes were closed and the lights were dim, carefully shading the side of the bed and accentuating the curve of his ass as he lay face down on the bed.
"I want to explore touch more." He Shifted ever so slightly towards me. "Rub my back." I went to the bed but hesitated because he was so far from me. I could hear him laugh a bit into the mattress. "You don't have to be so formal. I'm not going to give you or deny you permission at every single turn. We've already established that I'm in control. I'm certainly not going to get angry if you get on the bed to serve me and I didn't specifically say so. I'll correct you if I want something done differently. All right?"
I blushed, climbed on the bed and straddled him, careful to not put any of my weight on top of him. I touched his skin, warm and soft beneath my touch. I felt muscle and bone and there was some give in his body, so I knew he didn't spend all his time in the gym. I sank my hands a little deeper into him, as if I wanted to mark him as mine somehow and let everyone else know they couldn't have him. I was rewarded with a slight groan of joy when I hit a tense spot. I assumed it was joy because he didn't correct me.
He tapped my leg and I got off of him, so he could turn over. He was completely hard.
"Want to try taste again?" I nodded silently. He sat up and rested his back against the headboard of the bed. He grabbed the back of my hair carefully. "I want to watch you. I'm not going to direct you this time. I want to see and feel what you can do. Next time, I'll adjust your technique how I want. Do you understand?"
I nodded again and moved carefully between his legs. I took the head of his cock in my lips and began to suck. I ran my tounge around the head and licked the shaft that I could reach. I knew I couldn't look at him. I would read into his every expression and wouldn't ever be able to really give him pleasure. Instead I concentrated and thought back to what I would want in a blowjob. EVery trick that someone had used to make me moan, every thing I had seen in porn movies. The only thing I didn't do was use my hands. I wanted to use my hands to touch his body, and I ran them along his thighs, feeling muscle tense and release, lightly touching the hair on his chest, running a finger along his nipple. I could feel his cock getting slippery from the spit of my mouth and I sped up, ignoring the tension of my neck.
"Good boy." It was a growl, rather than an instruction and I knew I was on the right track. It wasn't too long before He gripped my hair and pulled me off his dick. He grabbed it in his other hand, letting go of my hair and leaving my face near his crotch. He jerked himself furiously. He swore a few times, finally telling me he was going to come. I knew I shouldn't have done it wihtout his permission, but I couldn't help it. I dove towards his cock, covering the head with my mouth and he shot bolt after bolt of semen into my mouth. I kept my mouth on it until he was done shooting and stayed until his breathing returned to normal. He laughed a little through his breathlessness and rubbed my hair, like I was a pet.
"Nice job. We'll talk later about your liberty, but I was going to reward you with my seed anyway, so I'll let it go without punishment this time." He guided my body so we were almost face to face. "So we've worked a little on taste, touch, smell. Now we're going to work on your hearing. Close your eyes and keep them closed." I shut my eyes tight and he guided one of my legs over his and pushed down, causing my hard cock to be sandwiched between my belly and his thigh.
"Take your cock and rub it against my leg. You're going to be my horny, little pup tonight and rut against my leg. I'm going to take your mouth and put it on my chest and while you fuck my leg like you want to be inside me, I want you to remember what the taste of my piss was like on your tounge. Remember what my pits smelled like, what my ass smelled like. Remember how my body felt when you cleaned it. Now you get to feel me, skin on skin, and I get to feel how badly you want me."
I gasped and begged to cum. Please, please, please. I wanted it so much. I wanted him so much." I didn't move my face from his chest, just begged.
"Look at me when you come." I tore my face from his chest and looked at him as the past five days of denial came shooting out of my dick, onto his thigh. I have no idea what I looked like, but he must have enjoyed the desperation on my face. It almost hurt to shoot, but I don't ever remember coming as much or as long as I did that night.
I was panting and sweaty when I was done and he stared at me, scrutinizing every expression, every line.
"Look at me. No, don't just stare. Really look at me, like tomorrow you'll need to draw me from your memory. Use your hands if you want." I brought my hand to his face, and carefully traced every bump and detail with my fingertips.
"Go to the bathroom and get that washcloth." I went quickly and came back, cleaning his leg where my semen still dripped. He lifted the covers and shifted so he was underneath. He laughed again. "Put the cloth back in the bathroom and come to bed. I'm tired and we'll work on the other lessons later tonight and tomorrow." I was back in his bedroom less than a minute later and I didn't care that he was laughing at how fast I'd moved. He lifted his arm and pulled me close. I shifted down, so I could nuzzle my face into his armpit and he squeezed gently.
I fell fast asleep, both protected and owned and dreamt of myself sleeping forever and ever in the crook of his arm.