My Time As A (slave)boy Part I
Okay, first the reason I'm annoyed... the college I go to can't find my transcripts from my other colleges. So they've put me in English Comp I, English Comp II, and Quantitative Literature. I've taken the first two. No clue what the third one is. My guess is that I took it already and it was named something else. What hacks me off is that I couldn't have taken the 200 level courses I took last semester without having already had credit for the 100 level courses. They have the transcripts in a binder somewhere. They just have to look for it. I've given them 2 weeks to find it. But have they? Nuuuu... I can stand almost anything except incompetence, and this is incompetence. Makes me want to get new transcripts and find a new college to go to. This isn't the first time that I've had a problem with them and they've done nothing. Just expected me to do the work for them. So tomorrow I make a phone call and tell them to do their damn job or I'm going somewhere else... and while they're at it, print, seal, and mail me a transcript because I'm going to need one. *deep breath*
So this time around I thought I'd give you my experiences as a (slave)boy. I put it that way because I identified as a boy because I was afraid of what it would mean if I were a slave. But really, at the time, I really was a slave. Circumstances and experiences have led me to being an Alpha Pup now, but at one time I was very submissive.
Now, with John, (my boyfriend in Los Angeles, not my slave, 7 years later, in Houston) I was always sexually the aggressive one. I didn't always top, mind you. It was a good 50/50 split. However, I was always the dominant one in the bedroom. So after he left me (and I lived in the living room of a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom condo, only eating every 3 days and bathing every 5 days, losing about 30 lbs in the process) I was a broken man. We met for lunch about a month later, you know... to just wrap up loose end we both had, and he told me that he wished I had gone further in the bedroom and taken it outside of the bedroom. I vowed then that I would never lose someone again because I was afraid of myself and what I wanted.
I ended up going to a Master/slave weekend in the Arizona desert as a Master. There, I learned I was more of a Daddy type than a Master. (Difference being that I was generally more about helping others reach their potential through domination than molding someone to fit me. So after coming back home to Los Angeles I met up with a slave I had met at the retreat. He took me to the leather bar in the Greater Los Angeles Area and I had a blast. I went back the next weekend and I came upon a Master and his slave whom I had met at the retreat. Small world, right? So He introduces me to His slave and then this wonderfully beautiful blond haired man showed up next to Him. He introduced me to the Blond haired man, about 40, as His Pup, Tim.
Well, I was much younger and very vulnerable and he was hot so I went home with him, tied him up, and then lost interest. He asked me what was wrong. I gave some lame excuse while laying next to Him on His bed. We were waxing the poetic and He said, "And this is where a boy puts his head," while tapping on His chest. I can't tell you want went through my mind other than, "yes," because a few moments later, that's exactly where my head went. Now, mind you, I was only about a month out of a 2.5 year relationship. My first serious boyfriend. My first love. I was lost at sea... adrift, no purpose, no reason to be. All I had was my work, which was, at the time, being a stripper. (Seeing the pattern of wanting attention? Yeah.) So when I put my head on His chest, He said the most powerful words I have personally experienced in my life, "Good boy." It still sends shivers down my spine thinking about that first time. *deep breath* That was so very awesome. Little did I know that was the first time I would be amazed.
Before I left His place (which I was far too drunk to do, but this was 11 years ago... they weren't as strict as they are now), He gave me a card with His name on it and His personal e-mail address on the back of it. He told me that He wanted to train me if I wanted to experience it. I told Him that I wasn't sure, but that I'd think about it. For 4 days I agonized over that card. I kept thinking about it at work. I usually didn't work during the week. I only did weekends. However, I found my regular customers were there every night, so while I didn't make as much money on any one night during the week, as I did on a Friday or Saturday, I found I made almost the same amount of money working on those two nights on Sunday-Friday nights. Worked thrice as many days, but I still made quite a bit of money. Something like $2500/month. (And this was 11 years ago.) It more than made up for the losses of Saturday night.
So I finally e-mailed Him and said something along the lines of, "I've thought a lot about your offer and I want to do it." He wrote back, "you will be at (x address) at (y time) on Saturday. Bring an overnight bag, you'll be staying the night. And call me Sir or Alpha." I wrote back, "Yes, Sir. i will be at your place on Saturday, with an overnight bag, at the appropriate time." He wrote back, "Use a capital 'I' when referring to yourself. There's no need to reply."
So began the agony of Friday. All night, I kept thinking, 'You don't have to go. You can just e-mail Him and tell Him that you've fallen ill and won't be able to make it.' (The whole submissive is scared to go through with it because of what it might mean that I talked about in one of my previous posts.) All night long I kept telling myself that. I was to be there Saturday morning, so I went home quickly, after work, and showered and tried to take a few hours nap. I think I got 20 minutes sleep because I kept thinking to myself that I didn't have to go. I drove to his place, (steep freaking hill) and it was a small condo complex. Maybe 5-6 units. I sat in my pickup for maybe another 10 minutes telling myself that I could start the engine and go back home. Never message Him. Just disappear. I got out of the truck. I went to the call box. My finger probably hovered over his number for another few minutes, thinking the same thing. I push the button. My mouth immediately goes dry and I have a fear that's so strong I almost ran screaming down the street. He came on the speaker. I swallowed and told Him who it was. He buzzed open the door and I walked to where His door was. I stood at the door telling myself that this was the last chance. I knocked. lol I think He purposefully made me wait at the door. lol Knowing Him, that's exactly what He did. He wanted to make me sweat. He opened the door and told me to come in.
I entered and went into the small hallway that lead to the entryway and door. I turned around, dropped my overnight bag, and dropped to my knees with my hands behind my back and bowed my head. He came up to me and put my head into His belt. I started crying. Hard! Like a little baby. I admit it. I'm proud of it. I was going through a transformation! Once I had calmed down some He said, "I'll bet you've been thinking about doing that all week." I realized I had been thinking about it! That was where the fear had come from! The idea that I would be giving myself over to someone. Remember, I had never done BDSM outside of a D/s shell. So I had always thought of it as D/s, then BDSM. At this time, I didn't know that they could come separate from each other. I said, "Yes, Sir. I guess I have." He chuckled. To this day I still love His laugh. It makes me smile thinking about it. He then backed away from me and got a length of small chain with a lock on the end of it. A collar. I started to shake. He told me that this was my Training Collar. As long as I had it on, I was His. I said, "Yes, Sir." He put the length of chain over the back of my neck. He then took one of His hands and put it on my chin and tilted it up. He said, "I like to see someone's eyes when I do this." He let go of my chin and I stared into his eyes. Then came the second loudest sound I've ever heard. The click of His collar on my neck. I smiled and felt light headed. I listed to the right. He caught me and in the process, let go of the lock. When it hit my chest, that collar became the single lightest and heaviest thing I had ever felt.
Once I was steady again, He told me to stand up. I did so and I felt so heavy but I was still smiling. He smiled down at me. It was like I had seen the Sun for the first time, the first time I ever heard birds chirping, the first time I had felt alive in so many months. He told me to get my bag and follow Him. He took me upstairs and told me where to put my bag. The He said, "Okay, we're building shelves in the garage today. Let's go get the wood." We got in his SUV and headed out the gate to Home Depot.
When I got out of the car, I put the collar under my shirt. This, afterall, is Los Angeles. People know what that chain and lock mean. I walked around to the other side of the SUV and He pulled the collar out from under my shirt, put it over my shirt, patted it, and said, "Looks better there." I bowed my head and said, "Yes, Sir." W/we walk in and go get the lumber for the shelves and take the cart to the check out counter. He spoke to me, I don't remember what, and I said, "Yes, Sir." The cashier looked up and saw His collar around my neck, smiled... and went back to her work. lol I must have turned bright red because He said something to me about it. I told Him that it was nothing and He accepted the answer. I was grateful for not having to say, "The cashier smiled at me when she saw Your collar on my neck, Sir," because she would have heard it and He would have had to make some comment about it. lmao Small favors.
W/we left Home Depot and I loaded the wood and W/we were off to Garden Ridge. W/we were walking around the store and I started to smile more and answer His questions with a normal voiced, "Yes, Sir," as opposed to a quiet, "Yes, Sir." I was feeling more comfortable in my own, new, skin. I felt at peace for the first time since John had left me. I started to cry softly. He noticed immediately and asked why I was crying. Not, "What's wrong?" or "Is there something wrong?" but simply, "Why are you crying?" I told him about John and feeling like I was finding myself in a good place for the first time in many months. He smiled and told me, "Cry as long as you need to. Men aren't allowed to cry in our society, so each tear is a badge of courage. The courage to break convention and feel your feelings openly." I remember those words to this day and keep them close to my heart. He picked up a few things and W/we were off to His place.
When W/we got back, he parked the SUV on the far side of the garage, beneath the actual condo, and put a tool belt on me that had nails and a hammer in it and W/we set up the frame of the shelves. When He reached towards the belt to get more nails, I moved my hips closer so He could reach and He said, "Good boy. Whenever someone wants something, you should willingly offer it to them." I smiled and said, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I had to climb on a ladder to reach the top shelves to nail them into place. He took this time to start putting things on the lower shelves. He found one thing and put it on the top shelf, eye level with me. I don't remember the whole thing. The part that sticks out said, "You know from this day forth, your world has changed, and you can never go back." This only made me smile further and say, "Yes, Sir!" He laughed.
Once done with the shelves W/we we inside and he went upstairs to the master bathroom. I waited in the doorway to the bedroom because I hadn't been told that I could enter. I heard the shower turn on. I went into a parade rest (which is where you're standing with your head level and your arms behind your back with your feet shoulder width apart). I saw His naked body come out of the bathroom and say, "What are you standing there for? W/we need to clean up. W/we been sweating." I didn't say anything, I just walked into the bathroom and disrobed and joined Him in the shower.
After W/we were clean, W/we got out and toweled off. He went into His massive walk-in closet. Like... this was the King of all walk-ins. You think you know walk-ins. You don't know jack shit. That's how big this was. All around and in it were shelves and racks with leather of every shape and style and function! There were your basic work clothes and shoes, too, but they were far overshadowed by leather! The smell was intoxicating. I got hard immediately. Which, of course, He noticed right away, smiled, and said, "I see you like what you see." I blushed and said, "Yes, Sir," and only got harder. lol He pulled a leather body back out of the closet. It was fitted. He laid it on the bed and told me to get in. I lay down in it and found that there were compartments for the arms, so they wouldn't be touching your body. I sat up and got myself into them. He zipped up the bag and then buckled it across the chest. I couldn't have moved if the condo caught fire! I was well and truly trapped. But I was at peace.
Do you know what He did next? He gave me a facial. Not the dirty kind either. An actual paraffin wax facial. It felt so good. I'd never had any kind of facial before! And all I could do was lay there. Once that was done, He smiled down at me, satisfied, I think. So after that was done He asked me if I'd ever heard of a violet wand. I told him, "No, Sir. I haven't, Sir." He said, "You're in for a treat then." He got me out of the body bag and toweled me down (because you sweat in those things). He plugged this... thing... into the wall and it was glass with a rubber handle. It was light enough outside that He didn't have the lights on but not so dark as to be pitch black, and came back over with it. It did indeed emit a violet light... which, when held close to my skin, say, oh 5 inches (13cm) away from my body... well, it lit up my world, that's for sure. An arc of violet energy connected with my chest. Leaving a small burn mark and shocked me. I giggled and got hard. He grinned and got hard. Then it got it closer and more than one arc came out and I really started to giggle. I knew He was enjoying Himself so it made me happy to be making him happy. He went all over the front of my body with it, burning off a leg hair or two. Once He thought I'd had enough, He put it away. He told me to go shower and dry off and come to bed.
I said, "Yes, Sir," showered, dried off, and got into bed with him. W/we were both naked. Now, at this point, He could have done anything with me and I would have let him. Guess what he did!? He asked me, "Have you ever fisted anyone before?" I said, "No... Sir?" He asked if that was a question or a statement. I said, "My apologies, Sir. No, I have not." He said, "You're in for another new experience." He put a rubber glove on my hand, lubed it up, got poppers (not really sure what they really are, but they make your muscles relax) and sniffed some up, and guided my hand into His ass. It was very warm. He asked me what I thought. I said, "I'm not sure, Sir. I've never done this before... It's an interesting feeling." He smiled and I thought, 'Well, since I'm in here I'll bet I can bring Him some pleasure.' So I began massaging His prostate. He began to moan. After a few minutes of gentle massage, He shuddered a few times and pulled my hand out. I asked Him what had happened. He said, "I came. But since your hand was in My ass, I couldn't cum properly. So it backed up into my bladder." I asked, "But you did orgasm, Sir?" He said, "Yes. Yes, I did."
He told me to take off the glove and throw it away and to wash my hands, even though there was nothing on them. I did so and he got into the shower and cleaned up. I waited until He was out of the shower and He was in bed, then I presented (knelt with my arms behind my back and my head down) and waited for Him to tell me what to do. I didn't know if I would be sleeping somewhere else, on the floor, with or without a pillow, etc. He pulled some leather mitts out of the dresser and told me to put my right hand up on His bed. I did so and He put the leather mitt on. It was small enough in length that I had to make a fist in order for them to fit. He buckled the mitt at the wrist, so it wouldn't come off. Then He told me to put my left hand on His bed. I did so and he repeated the process. He hadn't told me to put my right hand down so I hadn't. He then clipped the two mitts together so that my wrists were bound to each other and told me to get into bed. I put my head on His chest (my reward for being obedient all day long) for about 5 minutes and then he said, "Okay, time to get into sleeping position." I rolled over and I feel asleep so quickly and slept so deeply. The best sleep I had ever had, probably since I was an infant.
When I woke up in the morning, to the sound of His TV automatically coming on, He woke up, too. He told me to present my hand and He removed the mitts and massaged my fingers as I extended them after being trapped on the closed fisted position all night. He asked me if I wanted to go to church with Him. Now, I hadn't been to church since I was 14. I was 21 at this point in my life. I had done enough things with people, much less what I had done with Him the night before, to sweat like a whore in church. So I told Him that I was grateful for the offer but I was going to pass, if it was alright with Him. He said, "That choice is yours and yours alone." W/we showered, toweled off, and dressed. Him in church-ish clothes... casual but dressy casual, and I got dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He told me to get my bag and to follow Him downstairs. He told me to present in the hallway. Then he did the most soul ripping thing I had EVER experienced and made the loudest sound I had ever heard. First, He told me that in His leather family they did something when a submissive was leaving the Dominant's presence for more than 4 hours. It was to say, "Do You wish this, boy/slave/pup to continue in Your service, Sir?" He then told me that I would have to pick the title I identified with when I said it. I started to cry again. Again, He let me. I finally gained composure and said, "Sir, do You with me to continue in Your service, Sir?" He said, "Yes, I do. But next time you're going to have to choose one." I said, 'Yes, Sir." Then came the soul ripping and loudest sound. He unlocked His training collar (loudest sound ever) and took the chain off my neck, one link at a time. I felt like He was ripping the soul from my body. Because I was His so long as I had His Training Collar on, but who was I when He took it off? I broke down into tears. Wailing. He pulled my head close to Him and let me cry it out. When I became quiet again, He asked if I was okay. I told Him that I was, and He said that He had to get to church. I said, "Yes, Sir," he told me to get up, I got my stuff and W/we parted company.
I cried more than once that week thinking about how much I wanted that collar back around my neck. But that... is a story for next time. *evil grin*
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So this time around I thought I'd give you my experiences as a (slave)boy. I put it that way because I identified as a boy because I was afraid of what it would mean if I were a slave. But really, at the time, I really was a slave. Circumstances and experiences have led me to being an Alpha Pup now, but at one time I was very submissive.
Now, with John, (my boyfriend in Los Angeles, not my slave, 7 years later, in Houston) I was always sexually the aggressive one. I didn't always top, mind you. It was a good 50/50 split. However, I was always the dominant one in the bedroom. So after he left me (and I lived in the living room of a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom condo, only eating every 3 days and bathing every 5 days, losing about 30 lbs in the process) I was a broken man. We met for lunch about a month later, you know... to just wrap up loose end we both had, and he told me that he wished I had gone further in the bedroom and taken it outside of the bedroom. I vowed then that I would never lose someone again because I was afraid of myself and what I wanted.
I ended up going to a Master/slave weekend in the Arizona desert as a Master. There, I learned I was more of a Daddy type than a Master. (Difference being that I was generally more about helping others reach their potential through domination than molding someone to fit me. So after coming back home to Los Angeles I met up with a slave I had met at the retreat. He took me to the leather bar in the Greater Los Angeles Area and I had a blast. I went back the next weekend and I came upon a Master and his slave whom I had met at the retreat. Small world, right? So He introduces me to His slave and then this wonderfully beautiful blond haired man showed up next to Him. He introduced me to the Blond haired man, about 40, as His Pup, Tim.
Well, I was much younger and very vulnerable and he was hot so I went home with him, tied him up, and then lost interest. He asked me what was wrong. I gave some lame excuse while laying next to Him on His bed. We were waxing the poetic and He said, "And this is where a boy puts his head," while tapping on His chest. I can't tell you want went through my mind other than, "yes," because a few moments later, that's exactly where my head went. Now, mind you, I was only about a month out of a 2.5 year relationship. My first serious boyfriend. My first love. I was lost at sea... adrift, no purpose, no reason to be. All I had was my work, which was, at the time, being a stripper. (Seeing the pattern of wanting attention? Yeah.) So when I put my head on His chest, He said the most powerful words I have personally experienced in my life, "Good boy." It still sends shivers down my spine thinking about that first time. *deep breath* That was so very awesome. Little did I know that was the first time I would be amazed.
Before I left His place (which I was far too drunk to do, but this was 11 years ago... they weren't as strict as they are now), He gave me a card with His name on it and His personal e-mail address on the back of it. He told me that He wanted to train me if I wanted to experience it. I told Him that I wasn't sure, but that I'd think about it. For 4 days I agonized over that card. I kept thinking about it at work. I usually didn't work during the week. I only did weekends. However, I found my regular customers were there every night, so while I didn't make as much money on any one night during the week, as I did on a Friday or Saturday, I found I made almost the same amount of money working on those two nights on Sunday-Friday nights. Worked thrice as many days, but I still made quite a bit of money. Something like $2500/month. (And this was 11 years ago.) It more than made up for the losses of Saturday night.
So I finally e-mailed Him and said something along the lines of, "I've thought a lot about your offer and I want to do it." He wrote back, "you will be at (x address) at (y time) on Saturday. Bring an overnight bag, you'll be staying the night. And call me Sir or Alpha." I wrote back, "Yes, Sir. i will be at your place on Saturday, with an overnight bag, at the appropriate time." He wrote back, "Use a capital 'I' when referring to yourself. There's no need to reply."
So began the agony of Friday. All night, I kept thinking, 'You don't have to go. You can just e-mail Him and tell Him that you've fallen ill and won't be able to make it.' (The whole submissive is scared to go through with it because of what it might mean that I talked about in one of my previous posts.) All night long I kept telling myself that. I was to be there Saturday morning, so I went home quickly, after work, and showered and tried to take a few hours nap. I think I got 20 minutes sleep because I kept thinking to myself that I didn't have to go. I drove to his place, (steep freaking hill) and it was a small condo complex. Maybe 5-6 units. I sat in my pickup for maybe another 10 minutes telling myself that I could start the engine and go back home. Never message Him. Just disappear. I got out of the truck. I went to the call box. My finger probably hovered over his number for another few minutes, thinking the same thing. I push the button. My mouth immediately goes dry and I have a fear that's so strong I almost ran screaming down the street. He came on the speaker. I swallowed and told Him who it was. He buzzed open the door and I walked to where His door was. I stood at the door telling myself that this was the last chance. I knocked. lol I think He purposefully made me wait at the door. lol Knowing Him, that's exactly what He did. He wanted to make me sweat. He opened the door and told me to come in.
I entered and went into the small hallway that lead to the entryway and door. I turned around, dropped my overnight bag, and dropped to my knees with my hands behind my back and bowed my head. He came up to me and put my head into His belt. I started crying. Hard! Like a little baby. I admit it. I'm proud of it. I was going through a transformation! Once I had calmed down some He said, "I'll bet you've been thinking about doing that all week." I realized I had been thinking about it! That was where the fear had come from! The idea that I would be giving myself over to someone. Remember, I had never done BDSM outside of a D/s shell. So I had always thought of it as D/s, then BDSM. At this time, I didn't know that they could come separate from each other. I said, "Yes, Sir. I guess I have." He chuckled. To this day I still love His laugh. It makes me smile thinking about it. He then backed away from me and got a length of small chain with a lock on the end of it. A collar. I started to shake. He told me that this was my Training Collar. As long as I had it on, I was His. I said, "Yes, Sir." He put the length of chain over the back of my neck. He then took one of His hands and put it on my chin and tilted it up. He said, "I like to see someone's eyes when I do this." He let go of my chin and I stared into his eyes. Then came the second loudest sound I've ever heard. The click of His collar on my neck. I smiled and felt light headed. I listed to the right. He caught me and in the process, let go of the lock. When it hit my chest, that collar became the single lightest and heaviest thing I had ever felt.
Once I was steady again, He told me to stand up. I did so and I felt so heavy but I was still smiling. He smiled down at me. It was like I had seen the Sun for the first time, the first time I ever heard birds chirping, the first time I had felt alive in so many months. He told me to get my bag and follow Him. He took me upstairs and told me where to put my bag. The He said, "Okay, we're building shelves in the garage today. Let's go get the wood." We got in his SUV and headed out the gate to Home Depot.
When I got out of the car, I put the collar under my shirt. This, afterall, is Los Angeles. People know what that chain and lock mean. I walked around to the other side of the SUV and He pulled the collar out from under my shirt, put it over my shirt, patted it, and said, "Looks better there." I bowed my head and said, "Yes, Sir." W/we walk in and go get the lumber for the shelves and take the cart to the check out counter. He spoke to me, I don't remember what, and I said, "Yes, Sir." The cashier looked up and saw His collar around my neck, smiled... and went back to her work. lol I must have turned bright red because He said something to me about it. I told Him that it was nothing and He accepted the answer. I was grateful for not having to say, "The cashier smiled at me when she saw Your collar on my neck, Sir," because she would have heard it and He would have had to make some comment about it. lmao Small favors.
W/we left Home Depot and I loaded the wood and W/we were off to Garden Ridge. W/we were walking around the store and I started to smile more and answer His questions with a normal voiced, "Yes, Sir," as opposed to a quiet, "Yes, Sir." I was feeling more comfortable in my own, new, skin. I felt at peace for the first time since John had left me. I started to cry softly. He noticed immediately and asked why I was crying. Not, "What's wrong?" or "Is there something wrong?" but simply, "Why are you crying?" I told him about John and feeling like I was finding myself in a good place for the first time in many months. He smiled and told me, "Cry as long as you need to. Men aren't allowed to cry in our society, so each tear is a badge of courage. The courage to break convention and feel your feelings openly." I remember those words to this day and keep them close to my heart. He picked up a few things and W/we were off to His place.
When W/we got back, he parked the SUV on the far side of the garage, beneath the actual condo, and put a tool belt on me that had nails and a hammer in it and W/we set up the frame of the shelves. When He reached towards the belt to get more nails, I moved my hips closer so He could reach and He said, "Good boy. Whenever someone wants something, you should willingly offer it to them." I smiled and said, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I had to climb on a ladder to reach the top shelves to nail them into place. He took this time to start putting things on the lower shelves. He found one thing and put it on the top shelf, eye level with me. I don't remember the whole thing. The part that sticks out said, "You know from this day forth, your world has changed, and you can never go back." This only made me smile further and say, "Yes, Sir!" He laughed.
Once done with the shelves W/we we inside and he went upstairs to the master bathroom. I waited in the doorway to the bedroom because I hadn't been told that I could enter. I heard the shower turn on. I went into a parade rest (which is where you're standing with your head level and your arms behind your back with your feet shoulder width apart). I saw His naked body come out of the bathroom and say, "What are you standing there for? W/we need to clean up. W/we been sweating." I didn't say anything, I just walked into the bathroom and disrobed and joined Him in the shower.
After W/we were clean, W/we got out and toweled off. He went into His massive walk-in closet. Like... this was the King of all walk-ins. You think you know walk-ins. You don't know jack shit. That's how big this was. All around and in it were shelves and racks with leather of every shape and style and function! There were your basic work clothes and shoes, too, but they were far overshadowed by leather! The smell was intoxicating. I got hard immediately. Which, of course, He noticed right away, smiled, and said, "I see you like what you see." I blushed and said, "Yes, Sir," and only got harder. lol He pulled a leather body back out of the closet. It was fitted. He laid it on the bed and told me to get in. I lay down in it and found that there were compartments for the arms, so they wouldn't be touching your body. I sat up and got myself into them. He zipped up the bag and then buckled it across the chest. I couldn't have moved if the condo caught fire! I was well and truly trapped. But I was at peace.
Do you know what He did next? He gave me a facial. Not the dirty kind either. An actual paraffin wax facial. It felt so good. I'd never had any kind of facial before! And all I could do was lay there. Once that was done, He smiled down at me, satisfied, I think. So after that was done He asked me if I'd ever heard of a violet wand. I told him, "No, Sir. I haven't, Sir." He said, "You're in for a treat then." He got me out of the body bag and toweled me down (because you sweat in those things). He plugged this... thing... into the wall and it was glass with a rubber handle. It was light enough outside that He didn't have the lights on but not so dark as to be pitch black, and came back over with it. It did indeed emit a violet light... which, when held close to my skin, say, oh 5 inches (13cm) away from my body... well, it lit up my world, that's for sure. An arc of violet energy connected with my chest. Leaving a small burn mark and shocked me. I giggled and got hard. He grinned and got hard. Then it got it closer and more than one arc came out and I really started to giggle. I knew He was enjoying Himself so it made me happy to be making him happy. He went all over the front of my body with it, burning off a leg hair or two. Once He thought I'd had enough, He put it away. He told me to go shower and dry off and come to bed.
I said, "Yes, Sir," showered, dried off, and got into bed with him. W/we were both naked. Now, at this point, He could have done anything with me and I would have let him. Guess what he did!? He asked me, "Have you ever fisted anyone before?" I said, "No... Sir?" He asked if that was a question or a statement. I said, "My apologies, Sir. No, I have not." He said, "You're in for another new experience." He put a rubber glove on my hand, lubed it up, got poppers (not really sure what they really are, but they make your muscles relax) and sniffed some up, and guided my hand into His ass. It was very warm. He asked me what I thought. I said, "I'm not sure, Sir. I've never done this before... It's an interesting feeling." He smiled and I thought, 'Well, since I'm in here I'll bet I can bring Him some pleasure.' So I began massaging His prostate. He began to moan. After a few minutes of gentle massage, He shuddered a few times and pulled my hand out. I asked Him what had happened. He said, "I came. But since your hand was in My ass, I couldn't cum properly. So it backed up into my bladder." I asked, "But you did orgasm, Sir?" He said, "Yes. Yes, I did."
He told me to take off the glove and throw it away and to wash my hands, even though there was nothing on them. I did so and he got into the shower and cleaned up. I waited until He was out of the shower and He was in bed, then I presented (knelt with my arms behind my back and my head down) and waited for Him to tell me what to do. I didn't know if I would be sleeping somewhere else, on the floor, with or without a pillow, etc. He pulled some leather mitts out of the dresser and told me to put my right hand up on His bed. I did so and He put the leather mitt on. It was small enough in length that I had to make a fist in order for them to fit. He buckled the mitt at the wrist, so it wouldn't come off. Then He told me to put my left hand on His bed. I did so and he repeated the process. He hadn't told me to put my right hand down so I hadn't. He then clipped the two mitts together so that my wrists were bound to each other and told me to get into bed. I put my head on His chest (my reward for being obedient all day long) for about 5 minutes and then he said, "Okay, time to get into sleeping position." I rolled over and I feel asleep so quickly and slept so deeply. The best sleep I had ever had, probably since I was an infant.
When I woke up in the morning, to the sound of His TV automatically coming on, He woke up, too. He told me to present my hand and He removed the mitts and massaged my fingers as I extended them after being trapped on the closed fisted position all night. He asked me if I wanted to go to church with Him. Now, I hadn't been to church since I was 14. I was 21 at this point in my life. I had done enough things with people, much less what I had done with Him the night before, to sweat like a whore in church. So I told Him that I was grateful for the offer but I was going to pass, if it was alright with Him. He said, "That choice is yours and yours alone." W/we showered, toweled off, and dressed. Him in church-ish clothes... casual but dressy casual, and I got dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He told me to get my bag and to follow Him downstairs. He told me to present in the hallway. Then he did the most soul ripping thing I had EVER experienced and made the loudest sound I had ever heard. First, He told me that in His leather family they did something when a submissive was leaving the Dominant's presence for more than 4 hours. It was to say, "Do You wish this, boy/slave/pup to continue in Your service, Sir?" He then told me that I would have to pick the title I identified with when I said it. I started to cry again. Again, He let me. I finally gained composure and said, "Sir, do You with me to continue in Your service, Sir?" He said, "Yes, I do. But next time you're going to have to choose one." I said, 'Yes, Sir." Then came the soul ripping and loudest sound. He unlocked His training collar (loudest sound ever) and took the chain off my neck, one link at a time. I felt like He was ripping the soul from my body. Because I was His so long as I had His Training Collar on, but who was I when He took it off? I broke down into tears. Wailing. He pulled my head close to Him and let me cry it out. When I became quiet again, He asked if I was okay. I told Him that I was, and He said that He had to get to church. I said, "Yes, Sir," he told me to get up, I got my stuff and W/we parted company.
I cried more than once that week thinking about how much I wanted that collar back around my neck. But that... is a story for next time. *evil grin*
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