Twelve Days of Domination

This is a story about sexual Domination and submission between two consenting adult men.

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The Twelve Days of Domination 5 and 6

Daniel gently shook me awake. "Time to wake up. We're going out for a late dinner and then we'll come back and have some more training."

I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself out of bed, suddenly grateful that I'd worn something decent to Daniel's house for tonight, instead of just jeans a t-shirt.

"Get me some underwear and some black socks from those drawers over there, pup. Bring them over here and dress me." I brought him a pair of red boxer briefs and got on my knees as he sat on the side of the bed. I carefully made sure his beautiful feet were through the holes, and I stared at his calves as I pulled the underwear towards his waist. There was something about his legs that entranced me. He wasn't particularly muscular, but they were solid and strong. I wanted to lick them, but restrained myself. He rose off the bed enough for me to place the pants on him and I moved to the socks. "Stop." I froze with the socks held in mid air, my body turned towards the floor. "Kiss." I leaned down and placed my lips reverntly on top of his left foot. "Look at me." I looked up at him and he lifted his right foot in the air. His feet had the smallest brush of hair on the top. The soles and heel were smooth. I wondered if I'd have to look up how to give a pedicure online, or if that was something he'd save for the professionals. His feet were beautiful and had the smallest scent of sweat from being under the covers. "Look me in the eyes when you kiss the right foot." I stared at him, his face filled with a satisfaction that I could and would do anything for him. His smile broadened when my I almost missed his foot because I couldn't see where it was when I was staring at him. I flushed and felt foolish, but I kept my lips attached to his foot. "Now you can put my socks on, pup." I placed the socks carefully, smoothing them up his legs. He stood up, while I remained on my knees. He chose a pair of gray slacks and a crisp, white shirt, throwing a black cardigan over the shirt and slipped on a pair of black loafers. He snapped his fingers at me. "Let's go."

I followed him down the hall to where my clothers were by the door. I started to grab my underpants, but he took them from me and tossed them in the trashcan just inside the entrance. "You won't be wearing these again. No underwear in my presence. I might let you wear some at the gym, but don't count on it." I pulled my pants on and then my socks, shirt and shoes. I went to the hall closet and pulled out his coat, holding it for him as he shurgged into it. He was waiting for me as I pulled mine on and we were on our way.

I asked if he wanted me to hail a cab, but he shook his head and said we'd walk. I awkwardly wondered if I should walk behind him and he laughed out loud at me. "When I have someone serve me, I want to be proud of them. Why would I want someone I'm proud of to walk behind me?" He jerked a thumb uptown and I walked beside him, trying to feel the warmth of his body by walking close to him as we traveled a few blocks. He indicated the restaurant and I held the door for him.

A few of the workers greeted him by name and I assumed this was where he came often. The hostess told us it would be a few minutes before they had a free table and Daniel told her we'd be by the bar. He placed his hand on my lower back, and it felt both comforting and possessive. He steered me towards the bar and indicated a dark corner. "Wait for me there. I'll get us some drinks."

I went to the corner and stood there, with my hands at my side. It took him a while to return and I looked around at the bar and the people. The place was warm and comfortable, not stuffy or snobbish and it seemed to fit him well. He wasn't a snob or mean or rude. He was simply comfortable with himself.

He finally returned, startling me out of my private thoughts and handed me a bottle of beer. He took a sip from his glass and I took a swig of beer. The first thing I noticed was the liquid was warm and bitter and I realized he'd handed me a bottle of his piss. I made a face and he placed a hand on my arm. His hands were fairly big and he squeezed showing me his strength.

"That is what you're going to drink with your dinner." He let go of my arm and looked me in the eyes. "I want you to get used to it. If you don't, you're never going to be able to drink me first thing in the morning when I choose to piss right down your throat. I know that scares you a bit. I know you're thrown by it and, perhaps, even put off a bit by it. That's fine. But this is what your training is about. You need to know that I'll take care of you, but I expect you to be able to handle what I want to give out. Do you understand?"

I nodded in the affirmative and held his gaze while I drank some more. The taste was stronger than it had been this afternoon but it was a part of him and I wanted it inside me. It was no worse than having had someone's spit in my mouth or licking his sweat, it was only a new path of the journey.

He smiled and looked over my shoulder, holding up a hand.

"Our table's ready." He again placed a hand on my lower back and walked me through the small crowd to the dining room. The tables were spaced far enough apart to allow privacy and small enough to provide some intimacy to the conversation.

The waiter handed us menus and a wine list. Daniel made small talk with me while we looked at the choices. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I thought back and realized I hadn't had a chance to eat anything since before I came over at 5. It was now almost 10 pm and I hadn't eaten since lunch.

The waiter smiled at Daniel when he came back for our orders and I felt the smallest twinge of jealousy when Daniel returned his smile. The waiter was tall, taller than either of us and looked muscular. His hair was that sort of slick, spiked that looks good only on men with very chisled features.

Daniel handed the waiter his menu. "I'll have the pan seared salmon and the spinach salad, and another gin and tonic when the food comes." The waiter turned to me and Daniel continued. "He'll have the grilled chicken with the tomato and basil salad." Daniel took the menu from my hand and passed it to the waiter. It wasn't what I was going to order, but he wanted to exert his power over me and I kept quiet. "Also, he will have some ice water when you get a chance." He smiled at the waiter. "Thank you." The waiter smiled at me, but it was slightly cryptic. I didn't know if he knew I was...well, what was I, really? I wasn't a slave, was I? Was I submissive or a trainee or an apprentice? I didn't have a definition for what was happening and I said that to Daniel once the waiter had retreated to the kitchen with our orders. I had tried to compose my thoughts and questions and make sure they were somewhat articulate. He stared at me intently while I stammered on and on, patiently waiting for me to finish. It reminded me of when I would ask a teacher a question in school about something I was unsure of. Something that confused me so much I wasn't even sure I knew what I didn't know.

"Does it matter what I call you? Or what you call yourself?" Daniel looked at me, his head slightly tilted, serious and curious. "I'm wondering why the defintion of what's going on between us is so important?" I shrugged and looked down at the table and wasn't sure that I could answer. "Isn't it just enough that you serve me and make me happy?" I smiled, a bit uncomfortable that I was feeling off kilter. "If you want to define it, then you're going to have some trouble, because you might be my boy or my cum dump or my urinal all in the space of a few hours." He was speaking openly now and I could see our waiter approaching. My eyes grew wider and Daniel turned around to see the waiter with our dinner. He stopped speaking for a moment, and waited while our food or drinks were set in front of us and left. "There will come a time when I won't stop speaking when someone comes over. I'm not ashamed of who I am, and I don't want you to be ashamed of who you are either." He started cutting his food and took a sip of his drink. "For now, we're getting to know each other. You can consider your training as my version of dinner and bowling, if that helps. The usual things that some other people do when they date. If you need me to define it for you, I would say simply this: you're mine. Now, eat your dinner. We both have an early morning."

We both ate dinner, occasionally speaking casually about work or the weather or our mutual friends. I was drinking from the beer bottle, when I felt his socked foot press into my crotch. He was massaging my cock directlythrough the pants and the lack of underwear made me respond quickly. I felt his toe rub against the tip of my cock and I knew I was leaking pre already. I gasped and almost coughed his piss onto my plate, which might have actually pleased him. He smiled as his foot lifted my balls off the chair and let them fall. He smiled when he felt my cock growing under the pressure of his foot.

"Go to the men's room. Wash your hands and then come back." I looked at him, as if I didn't hear what he said. He waited for only a moment and then pressed down harder on my crotch, crushing my cock and balls with his foot. He didn't yell, or even raise his voice. He simply spoke, making sure I understood there was to be no negotiation in this. "Go. Now."

I swallowed hard and stood up. It was obvious that I had an erection and In wanted to look at the floor when I walked through the room, but this forced me to look at the hard-on. I willed it to go down, but I was so turned on by him there was nothing I could do. I started straight ahead, trying to ignore the people who noticed. I went into the bathroom and washed my hands slowly, wanting to not be attractied to Daniel for just a minute or two so I wouldn't have to walk the gauntlet again. I sighed and walked back through the dining room.

I sat back down and he looked at me. "I know that you didn't like that, but let me tell you why I did it. I want you to be proud that I'm here with you. Proud of the fact that I turn you on, and that you're attracted to me. The most important thing is that you're proud of who you are. Whether you want to think of yourself as a submissive or a slave or whatever, I want you to own it and be happy with that." He leaned forward. "Be happy that you're making me happy."

I nodded and realized that he'd made me harder than ever, simply by talking. I wondered why he would take the time to try and instruct me when I felt so stupid and clumsy around him. He rested his hand on top of mine.

"Are you ready to go home, puppy?" I nodded, my eyes wet. "It's okay. Don't cry. You'll understand one day."

Twelve days of Domination-6

When we got back inside of Daniel's apartment, he had me take my clothes off and kneel in the front hall, while he went into the apartment.

He came back and knelt down in front of me. "Give me your hands." I held them up and one at a time, he put a round leather pad on each hand, zipping them up. I had my hands in fists, and I had to keep them that way, so I no longer had the use of my fingers. "Stand up." I carefully stood and he slipped some knee pads on my legs, pulling them up and making sure they were snug.

"All right. You can get back down now, hands and knees." I got down and faced him. He remained kneeling, so we were almost eye to eye. Daniel reached into his back pocket and leaned towards me. I felt something thick and heavy around my neck heard the click and clack of something being locked and it took me a minute to realize he'd put a collar on me.

He stood back up and smiled. "You're going to have a very long lesson today and tomorrow. You're going to learn helplessness. Normally I'd teach you that by putting you in some bondage. I'd physically make you helpless. I'd make you dependent on me by limiting your ability to move, but I want to reverse this. I want you to understand why I define what is going on between us as simply: me in charge. Do you understand everything I've said so far?" I replied that I did. "Do pups use words?" I blushed red and shook my head back and forth. "Do pups respond by shaking their heads?" I didn't know what to do. I could feel the heat of my embarassment on my neck and face. I barked once. Short and sharp. He frowned at me. "That bark was a little deep for a puppy. You're not a dog yet. You're a puppy. A helpless little puppy who needs his owner to take care of him. Who needs his owner to get him food and water. To take him out for a piss so he doesn't get punished when he wets the floor." He smiled at me. "Sit." I sat back on my haunches and he scratched behind my ear. "Stay."

He walked down the hall, never looking back, leaving me alone. I remembered the humility he taught me. How I needed to stop thinking so much, stop living in my head and just enjoy service. There was that last flicker, though, that I couldn't help but wonder. Was I becoming more of myself or was I losing myself in the haze Daniel had put me in.

He appeared at the end of the hall wearing sweatpants and a tshirt. He had a small bowl of something. Ice cream, perhaps? He held it in one hand and slapped his thigh. "Cm'ere boy. C'mon." I trotted down the hall and before I was a quarter of the way down I realized I was panting, like a puppy grateful to be noticed. He walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, picking up a newspaper and the remote control. He spread out on the couch and he snapped, pointing to the floor in front of the couch. "Down, pup." I laid down, and he put the bowl on the end table, reaching down to scratch behind my ears. I barked, trying to make my voice much higher and he reached down with both hands, scrathing on either side of my jawline. I panted like a dog, and he moved one hand down, scratching my belly. I rolled over onto my back, like a real dog would, and he kept scratching me.

"Good pup. Good puppy." He took one hand off of me and started flipping until he'd found the late news. "Settle down, pup," He said and I rolled over onto my side, snuggling into the touch of his hand. He hadn't told me to do anything else, and I couldn't think of anything I could really do for him without the use of my hands, so I started to drift in and out of sleep. A week ago I could never have thought about sleeping while having a collar around my neck and hy hands unusable, but it was the most comfortable I'd been in a long time.

He stood up. "Do you need to go pee, pup?" I rolled onto all fours and looked up at him afraid he'd take me outside like this and even more afraid I'd do it if he asked. "C'mon, pup." He walked me into the kitchen and laid out one of those fake patches of grass that indoor cats use. The kind that absorbs their urine and you see ads for on TV during the middle of the afternoon. Daniel dropped his bowl in the sink and ran some water into it. He snapped. "Go ahead." I knelt carefully and tried not to get any on my legs. I let myself go and pissed in front of him, feeling silly but wanting to make sure my bladder was voided. He anticipated that I might have some problems with it and he took a paper towel and wiped my inner thighs down to make sure I wouldn't track any piss into the rest of the house. I followed him eagerly into the bedroom and he pointed to a blanket he'd dropped on the floor. "Sleep, pup."

I whimpered a little, but he turned to me. "Pup!" It was sharp and my heart broke a little. I bowed my head and turned around to snuggle into the blanket on the side of his bed. "Awww, I'm sorry, pup." He scratched under my chin. "You're a good puppy. Maybe in a few days I'll let you sleep in the bed. Once you're ready."

I was beaming with pride when he turned the lights out.

I heard his breath become deeper, until I knew he was asleep and I rolled over, looking towards the bed. From the floor I couldn't see much, other than his hand over the edge of the mattress. In sleep the fingers curves just slightly and I imagined those fingers around my dick, holding it, daring me to use it to masturbate myself. I imagined those fingers around my neck, remembering how strong his grip is. I rubbed my dick against the blanket, remembering the give of his flesh under me when I did this a few hours ago. The tickle of his body hair, the contrast of har muscle and soft flesh. I forced myself to stop before I came again. I rolled onto my back and spread my arms and legs apart, leaving my hard dick untouched and unsatisfied. I, however, was satisfied with a simple touch of Daniel's hand rubbing my belly. I fell asleep, finally, replaying his voice over and over in my head.