I have had many replies to my stories, most of them from Europe and the US. Some came from slaves who asked permission to masturbate after my stories had excited them; others offered to submit. Some of these offers I have politely rejected, others were not followed up when I replied to them. One very keen reply came from a 39 year old slave in Massachusetts, whose name in real life is Bill. That location is quite out of my way, but since I travel a lot for my work, I knew that one day an opportunity would arise to visit this slave at his place. The slave may have been keen, but his emails gave the (false) impression he was dyslexic. His writing was full of mistakes and missing words, which I consider most inappropriate for a slave that is willing to submit. To improve his attitude, I told him he had earned himself 6 swats with a belt or its equivalent on his bare butt (a mild punishment only, since it was the first one he was to receive through my efforts). I ordered him that the swats were to be delivered by himself or by a friend. As soon as he could, he contacted a kind friend, who had used this boy before for beatings. That friend was willing to deliver the 6 swats with a fraternity pledge paddle, requiring the slave to thank him for each swat and ask for another as the swats were delivered. Since he had inconvenienced this kind friend, he had earned himself some extra swats on top (no pun intended!) of what I had ordered. His writing improved enormously thereafter. It is really good to have friends in top places, isn't it? I don't normally use a paddle myself, but considering the positive effects it had on this slave, I have considered to change my habits.
When the opportunity for a visit arose, because I had to spend some time in Boston, I contacted him a week in advance to arrange a session during the weekend. He was available, as befits a good slave, and we agreed to meet at his place on Friday late afternoon, to start a hot weekend. He had left the door unlocked, so that I could come in without ringing. I entered into a large living room; a stereo system was playing music at a low level. The slave was kneeling in the middle of the room, his knees spread, blindfolded, his hands clasped behind his back. I put my bags down, took the jacket of my suit off, and took a bottle of Californian white wine out of one of my bags. I walked to the kitchen, adjacent to the living room, where I put the bottle in the fridge to cool. In due course, I would have a nice drop to add to the pleasures I anticipated for this night. I moved back to the living room and looked around to observe the room. A collection of interesting toys was spread out on the table: leather-padded paddles of various sizes, the slave's favourite whips, a couple of dildos, tit clamps, leather cuffs, a leather slave collar, and plenty of condoms and lubricant. I looked at the kneeling slave, bare feet, dressed in shorts and a sleeveless shirt. If he had followed my instructions, he would be wearing a jock strap and a _c_o_c_k_ ring under his shorts. If he had not, he would soon suffer the consequences and give me an opportunity to try out some of the paddles and whips on his bare backside.
"If you want to serve me as my slave, you will have to ask for it, boy." He assumed the most submissive posture he could muster and said: "Sir, may I please serve you as your humble slave? I will do everything you tell me to and accept any punishment you think I should take. Please, Master, my I serve you as your slaveboy?" This sounded quite good as an opening line and I decided to go on as planned. I picked up a studded slave collar from the table and placed it round his neck. Rings were fitted on the collar to attach a leash to or to connect hand cuffs. The collar emotionally turned him completely into the slave he was to be for the rest of the weekend. I would get a lot of fun out of this boy.
"Stand up, slave", I command him, which he did immediately. "Legs further apart. Hands behind your head." I looked at him. I estimated him to be about 1.90 m, over 90 kg of good Irish stock. Although I love playing with young, small, pretty slaveboys, I also find it nice to have a sturdier fellow offer himself as a submissive slave. His hair was short and blond, just beginning to grey at the sides, and full, except at the crown where it was beginning to thin. I put my hand on his _c_o_c_k_ and balls in his shorts to check him out. Quite acceptable, I thought; I don't really worry all that much about size, as long as everything functions all right and is not exceptionally small. I made him bend over and grab his ankles, and picked up one of the smaller paddles he had placed on the table. I wondered if he was bragging when he said he could take the paddle. I told him to count and thank me when he felt he had had enough for the first time around. I positioned myself next to him, put my hands on his lower back and gave him a first blow, not too heavy to begin with. "One, Sir." I gradually increased the force of the blows. He kept count, without thanking me as a sign to stop. After I had delivered the tenth blow, harder than the previous ones, I told him that this was all he would get for the time being and ordered him to stand up again.
"Take off your shirt and show me your nipples." I love to play with a slave's nipples and enjoy it when a slave plays with mine in the appropriate manner that excites me. If he does it wrong, I will let him know in no uncertain manner. Dressed in just his shorts, he displayed his chest and hard nipples. I selected a couple of clamps with small tear-shaped weights attached to them from the collection of toys on the table and put them on his tits. The weights felt small when I held them in my hand; they might not feel quite so small when attached to the slave's nipples, I thought. "Thank you, Sir. That feels really nice." "Nobody asked you for comments, slave. I will let you know what happens when you speak without permission." I picked up a crop from the table and delivered 6 strokes on his bottom. "Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again, Sir." I felt his crotch to check what effect my activities were having on that part of his body. His _c_o_c_k_ had grown since I first touched it a while ago. "Now take off your shorts, slaveboy, and show me your bare slave buttocks." He did as told and bent over to let me have a good feel of his firm buns. They felt slightly warm and looked a bit pink - the effect of the paddle, I assumed.
I made him stand up again and take his jock strap off, so as to check out his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. His _c_o_c_k_ was uncut, about 18 cm, a metal _c_o_c_k_ ring placed at the base. It was standing at full attention. I squeezed his balls. If the guy said he liked that, I had better let him have that pleasure and try out how far I could go. I found some leather cord which I tied around his _c_o_c_k_ and balls, and attached a leash to his _c_o_c_k_ ring. I made him bend forward and spread his cheeks. I got the larger one of the two dildos on the table and picked up the lubricant. The dildo was a type with two heads and a ring in the middle, to hold it in place once the ring had passed the sphincter. I generously lubricated the giant dildo and his anus and asked him if he could really take this. He said he loved to, which was all the encouragement I needed. I slowly pushed it in and gently moved the ring past his sphincter. Then I made him sit on the floor, take my shoes off and kiss my feet. A lovely sight, a naked slave on the floor, kissing and licking his Master's feet, arse stuck up in the air with a dildo poking out of his anus. I ordered him to start undressing me, very slowly, making sure to give his Master's body the attention it deserved from his slave. He unbuttoned my shirt, gently squeezed and licked my nipples, then went down to take the pants of my suit off. He put his mouth on the bulge in my bikini shorts and then gently pulled them down. Once I was completely undressed, I took the leash and made him crawl towards the couch, where I leant back, some pillows stuffed for maximum comfort. I ordered the slave between my legs to use his mouth and tongue on my _c_o_c_k_, balls and anus, and to use his hands on my nipples. Any slackening would be met with a good spanking. For the time being the slave seemed too eager to need any encouragement. I let him suck on my nipples, which he did expertly, once he found out what I liked most. I enjoyed watching the slave on the floor and his reflection in the mirror that was placed at an angle on the wall behind him, and asked him if he liked sucking my nipples more than sucking my _c_o_c_k_ or licking my anus. He answered that he liked it all very much, as long as it pleased his Master. "What do you like most, slaveboy." His hesitant answer was: "The dildo up my arse, Sir." It was certainly a lovely sight, to see that boy slaving away with that big monstrosity sticking out of his arse, reflected in the mirror. "You don't like to be spanked, then, slaveboy?" "O yes, Sir, I like that very much too!" "Climb on the couch then, slaveboy, and lie over my knees, so that I can treat those buttocks of yours the way they should be." He did as told, guided by me, since I had him still blindfolded. Obediently he placed himself as instructed, his hard _d_i_c_k_ between my legs, waiting for the blows to descend. I left several of my hand-prints on his firm buttocks and made sure they got a nice, even pink colour. I love pink; it is a colour that suits the buttocks of most slaves, I find.
Once his entire buttocks were nicely covered, I ordered him back to the floor to continue what he had been doing before. While he sucked and licked, and played with my nipples, I masturbated myself and brought myself to climax, my semen landing on my belly. After a few minutes, I wiped it off with a towel, stood up to gently remove the dildo and ordered the slave to take off the tit clamps and remove the leash and leather cord around his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Leaving the slave on the floor, I got the cool wine from the fridge and glasses from the cupboard. I poured a couple of glasses and went back to the couch. Sitting down again, the slave between my legs, I took his blindfold off and handed him a glass of wine. He looked up at me, seeing my face for the first time. He sipped his wine when I had given him permission. For the next half hour we talked about all sorts of things, before we moved on to the next phase......
That next phase started around 8 o'clock, when I stood up, took a couple of leather hand cuffs from the table, and threw them on the floor, ordering slave bill to put them on and assume the same kneeling position I had found him in when I first arrived. I took my bags upstairs, where I found a guest-room which I entered. I got my bathrobe from one of my bags, put it on and went downstairs again. The slave was kneeling on the floor, hands behind his back, his _c_o_c_k_ flaccid. I connected his cuffs to his slave collar and patted him on his head, saying: "Good slave." Looking at my watch, I noticed that it was already past 8; then the door bell rang. The naked slave on the floor looked a bit frightened when I walked to the door, but I just ignored him. I opened the door to let katsuhiro in. If you have read some of my earlier stories, you know that katsuhiro is a gorgeous, Japanese PhD student who has served as my slaveboy together with his friend ko, who has also participated in a slave auction I once organised. I had bumped into katsuhiro earlier this week, because he was attending the same conference in Boston as I had been at during the week. We had a brief discussion during which I had invited him to come to bill's place for some fun. He thought is was a great idea and now katsuhiro had arrived, carrying his luggage in one hand and a large shopping bag with plenty of food in the other. I guided him to the kitchen to drop the bag with food and told him to take his luggage upstairs to the guest-room and return at once.
When katsuhiro entered the living room again, he immediately assumed his submissive position in front of me. "You were supposed to arrive at 8, slaveboy!" "I know, Sir, but the taxi had difficulty finding the address." It was a lie and he knew that I knew that he arrived late so as to give me the perfect excuse to punish him and bring him in the appropriate mood. "Get me an appropriate instrument from that table over there and then prepare for punishment." He walked over to the table, picked up one of the larger paddles, and then asked: "Will I take it bare, Sir." "Of course, you will, slaveboy." He put the large paddle down and then brought me a smaller leather-padded one, probably thinking that size correlated with intensity of pain that could be inflicted. Since I had never used a paddle to punish a slave until this day and have never been on the receiving end of it, I could not possible advice him. He handed me the smaller paddle and started to strip, ignoring the slave that was kneeling on the floor, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I noticed that his bikini briefs were now capable of containing his large, soft _c_o_c_k_, unlike last time, when the head of his hard rod poked out at the top of his briefs when he had taken off his black jeans after an introductory beating with his belt. Stark naked he bent over, grabbed his ankles, and offered his firm brown cheeks for punishment. "Since you were 8 minutes late, I will give you 8 swats. I expect you to count all of them." I gave him his first-ever swat with the paddle. "Thank you Sir, may I have another one." It went on like that until I had given him all 8 swats and ordered him to kneel, so that I could put his slave collar on. When he was told to stand up, he immediately assumed the submissive slave position, hands behind his head, legs wide apart, his now fully erect _c_o_c_k_ pointing upwards. I took his large _c_o_c_k_ in my hand, pulled the boy towards the kneeling slave and guided katsuhiro's _c_o_c_k_ into the waiting mouth. With one hand behind the kneeling slave's head, the other on the standing slaveboy's buttocks, I pushed them together. "Now put your hands behind his head and get on with it. You may come and spray your juices in his face." He was only too pleased to carry out this order and soon ejaculated his hot semen in the kneeling slave's face. I watched the scene while playing with the nipples, balls and buttocks of the small, hot, brown slaveboy.
I thought it was just about time to enjoy some food and released the slave's arms, so that he could begin to take care of the supper I had in mind for the three of us. After an enjoyable meal, I told slave bill to take care of the lights downstairs, while I took katsuhiro to the bathroom. I let him remove his collar and then let his hands soap my entire body. Since he was getting me quite excited again, I had him kneel in front of me and suck on my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Before I was ready to come, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Katsuhiro took a towel and started to dry me. I called slave bill in, who was kneeling behind the door of the bathroom, and ordered him to dry katsuhiro, while I kissed him and made him play with my nipples and _c_o_c_k_. When he was dry, I sent him to the bedroom and told him to wait for me, lying on his back. I ordered the slave to take off his collar and cuffs and take a quick shower, while I lubricated katsuhiro's anus. I sent slave bill to the other bedroom and locked the door. Let him have some sleep and prepare for a busy day, while I was having fun with the young slaveboy. I first tied his wrists to the corners of the bed, then put a condom on and positioned myself between katsuhiro's legs. I pushed his legs up and penetrated him. Slowly I _f_u_c_k_ed that gorgeous boy, while masturbating his hard _c_o_c_k_ at the same time. After about 10 minutes, we came at the same time. I released his wrists and we quickly fell asleep, reliving the last few hours in our dreams.
When I got up at 5, the boy was still fast asleep. I dressed, made myself a cup of coffee, and went to a third room at the same floor, where I started to work on my laptop until about 9. By that time, I unlocked the slave's room; he was still fast asleep. I roughly woke him up, told him to get his collar and cuffs on and lay the breakfast table. Half an hour later he informed me that breakfast was ready. I told him to go to my bedroom and offer his services to katsuhiro. When I walked into that room about 10 minutes later, I could see katsuhiro's gyrating bottom. I slapped his inviting cheeks with my hand, while he _f_u_c_k_ed the slave underneath him. Quite an exciting way to start the day. After katsuhiro had come, I told slave bill to masturbate himself and allowed him to come. I made them kneel on the bed and gave both of them some slaps on their bottoms, before I sent them down to prepare breakfast. Playing with slaves is fine, but mixing it with some good food is even better.
Master Rob