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Invitation, Part 3
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| Invitation, Part 3 |
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| By Gary Ringenwald |
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One Week Later...
I wait for the bus that will take me to your home. I clutch the ticket
tightly in my hand. A suitcase sits next to me with all my important stuff;
cloths, sock, underwear, etc. I am still nervous.
I open my carry-on and take out a piece of paper. On it are written the
words:
Boy,
I have decided to try you out for a period of one month.
After which I will decide if I want to keep you as a full time
slave. I have enclosed a bus ticket. Bring only your
necessities. That is all.
Master Tim.
Even after reading it 20 times this letter makes me hard. The porter takes my
suitcase and puts it in the compartment on the bus. I climb in and find a
comfortable seat in the back. In a few minutes the bus rolls out.
It only takes 30 minutes to reach my destination. Almost a waste for
me to use bus for such a short trip. I get off and am sitting on a bench in
front of the stop. I sit here for over an hour, but I see no sign of you. I
begin to worry a bit. There seems to be no-one in sight.
Nature begins to call so I go around to the side of the station to use
the mens room. As I turn the corner I almost bump into you. You are standing
there, between me and the bathroom, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Your
expression never changes from the cool and dull look you are giving me as you
say "Glad to see you came boy, let's see how you greet your new Master."
For a moment I just stand there, your expression never shifting. Then
it hits me. I kneel down in the dirt and begin to clean off your boots. "Very
good. I see you can think on your feet. Now get up and follow me." You start
to walk away immediately. I spring to my feet and follow. You point to my
bags as you pass and I grab them as fast as possible. You open the trunk of
your car and I put my stuff inside.
We get in the car and you lock the doors. You start the car up and
begin to drive off. "Take off your clothes and put on the item you find in the
glove-compartment."
In the cramped car I struggle to remove my clothes. You seem to pay
no attention to me. I am now naked and open the compartment. Inside I find a
studded leather collar. I put it around my neck and tighten it.
You then begin to tell me exactly what you expect from me. You tell me
That I will be expected to do all the house hold chores, will work out with you
4 times a week, always call you Master by name and Sir, will be expected to
greet you everytime you come home, and various other things. While you talk
you reach over and begin to play with my penis as we drive along. I grows to
full length quickly and you poke, pull, and rub it. I put my head back and
close my eyes. Seeing me relax causes you to give a hard pinch to the sensitive
skin under the tip. My head immediatly snaps up and I open my eyes at the
sharp pain. "Pay attention when I speak to you shithead," you say stearnly.
I begin to feel uncomfortable at making you yell.
You pull your hand away and continue driving. I unconsciously continue
what you had started down there. No sooner does my hand brush my sex when your
hand reaches out, grabs my wrist, and painfully squeezes it.
"I see you have a lot to learn," you say, then release your crushing
grip. We turn a corner, and are driving down a street where the houses are
spaced 500 feet apart. We turn into the driveway of a blue, two-story house.
You click the garage opener and the door swings up. We pull in and the door
closes behind us.
"Get out," you say. I open the door and put my feet on the cold
concrete floor. I close the door and wait. You get out and go over to the wall
next to you. You take a chain down, walk over to me, and hook it to the collar.
Without speaking you walk through the door way and tug at the collar. I follow.
We walk down a hallway, then turn left into a pitch-black room. You close the
door aan turn on the light.
I let out a gasp as I see wall-to-wall bondage equipment! Before I
can get a good look, you put a hood on me. There is a snap-on blind which you
quickly put in place. I can smell leather. My cock, which has been rock-hard,
now drips precum.
The collar pulls me forward and I can hear you fastening the end to
something. Then you speak.
"Ok Boy, let's get started. Pay attention as I want you to repeat what
I say. Kneel down with your hands on you lap. 1, You are to refer to me as
Master in the presence of the people I specify, and privately. 2, You are to
follow ALL my commands prompty and to the best of your ability. I will listen
to any objections you might have without punishing you. Repeat those."
"I am to refer to you as Master whenever we are alone, and only with
people who you say it is alright with. I am to follow all commands promptly
and to the best of my ability."
"3, until I feel you are sufficiently pre-trained, you are to do none
of the following without my permission: watch tv, use the phone, eat, drink,
bathroom, touch your penis, or speak. Repeat."
"Until I am pre-trained, I will not speak, touch myself, eat, drink, or
watch tv."
You say wrong, then reiterate the list. I get it right the second time.
You tell me that you will give me 3 lashes for forgetting one item.
I hear you take off your belt. The jingling sound of the metal end
scares me a bit. Then I feel a sharp sting accompanied by a slap on my back.
I gasp out. A second, then a third. My back is not sore, but the sensation of
the belt hangs there.
Next you pull me up and sit me in a sling. You restrain my feet so my
ass is exposed to you. You do the same to my hands. Then I feel something on
my ass. I hear your voice, "Ok slave, I would like to know who's fuck-hole this
is."
"Yours, Sir," I say.
"And if it's mine, what does that mean?"
"You can do whatever you want with it sir." I feel a slight pressure on
my, uhhh..., your fuck-hole.
"And that's because I have a lease out on it with an option to buy."
"Yes Master." The pressure increases. My arms and legs hang from the
restraints pathetically useless.
"Well, now I think I'm gonna take it out on a test drive." With that I
feel something huge enter me. A slight pain teases my ass, but it quickly
dissipates. You push further in and now the pain returns. I grunt, but you
still persist. I now have a huge dildo impaling me. You wait a second for my
ass to get used to this new insertion. You start to pull it slowly out, then
back in. The instrument you are useing feels great!
"Oh fuck me Sir," I say in a whisper. The pace begins to pick up and
now you start probing for my g-spot. It doesn't take you long to hit it and I
let out an 'UUUUUHhhhhhhh'.
"Think you can take it slave boy?" you say in a low tone.
"Yes Sir!" I say, completely engulfed in the sensations you are
providing.
"Let's see how hard this hole can be fucked." With that you pick up the
pace further and I begin to squirm. I can sense a smile as you watch me writhe
in my bonds with a fat dildo shoved in me. My dick is hard and standing up
tall. You start to really pound the tool into me. I pull and yell in pleasure
each time you hit my spot. My ass starts to burn with the speed and friction.
Before I can stop it I feel my cock twitch and tingle, then your hand grasps it.
That slight stimulation pushes me over the edge and I cum in hot gobs. It hits
my stomach and drips down the side. You hand never moves as it holds my hard
member. I buck at your hand, my hips thrusting up, then it dies down.
The explosion of pleasure was intense, and I can still feel the
aftermath as you tug and stroke my cock.
You then pull the device out of me. I lay there, panting.
Your voice, no longer filled with sexual tension but with warm passion,
greets my ears. "Very good boy. You have pleased your Master well so far. I
am going to keep you here for awhile. If you need anything, just yell, I will
hear you." A warm cloth wipes off my body.
You bend down and gently let our lips come in contact. You pull off
the blinder. I look into your eyes and say "Thank you Master Tim." A smile
crosses your face, then a grin. You back off and push something. Above me
I can see a tv screen, angled so as someone can have a perfect view when you
lie in the sling. On it I see two men starting to make-out. I look at you,
and you stare back, grinning.
"Be back in a while," you say, and leave the playroom.
I sit back and try to relax as I watch the two guys 69. Very soon my
erection returns. Unfortunately, I have no way to relieve it. Sigh....
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Part 3
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