As I told you before, I have had rather a lot of emails in response to my stories. This one intrigued me right from the beginning:
"Hello Master Rob,
I just discovered some of your stories on MMSA Stories web site and thought they were very _s_e_x_y indeed. Just right for me - not too violent, but you definitely in charge. I'm a 34 year-old Englishman 1.80 m, about 80 kg, dark brown hair & eyes and would love to be one of your slave boys one time! I live in Amsterdam; I have my own antique shop in the old center, which I run with my girlfriend. I have a little experience being submissive and have been spanked and caned before. All the stories of yours that i have read turned me on, so i would be happy to let You choose what orders and punishments You give me - in fact part of the excitement for me is not to know quite what will happen next. The only thing i would like to request, Sir, is that it is just the 2 of us. i hope You do not mind. The request for just 2 is nervousness on my part, not from having a bad real life experience. My girlfriend knows nothing about my secret penchant. Does your wife know about yours? May I ask about you, sir? Like how old you are and what you look like?
Yours respectfully slave hugh"
Since I knew I would be in Amsterdam soon after his email arrived, I decided to check him out and explore a possibility of meeting him. After we had exchanged several emails, I decided that a meeting should take place and I told hugh to meet me on the following Monday at noon in my room in the Barbizon hotel in Amsterdam, not far away from where he ran his business. Exactly in time, he knocked on the door and I let him in. He was dressed in light brown jeans with a darker brown leather belt and a white shirt. Immediately after he had entered my room, he assumed a submissive posture: arms behind his back, head down. I looked at him from all sides, ordered him to kneel at my feet and then blindfolded him. "Stand up slave and strip!" He immediately unbuttoned his white shirt and took it off, exposing his nipples, which I quickly targeted as some parts of his body to play with at a later stage. He then slowly unbuckled his belt, hesitated a while, and then took it out of its loops and handed it to me. "Well done, slave. I want to use it first with your jeans on. Come over here", I said, guiding him to an armchair to bend over. I made him bend over as far as possible legs wide apart, so that the pale brown cotton stretched tight across his nice buttocks. I let my right hand wander over his buns and upper thighs and pushed my left hand inside his jeans. "How many lashes can you take, slave?" His answer took too long for my taste and with my bare hand I gave him a smack on his right buttock. "Answer me, slave, or you will suffer the consequences!" Whack! Another blow landed on his left cheek. "Sorry, Sir. I can take as many as you decide I need to take, Sir. I want to be a good slave and accept as many lashes as you want to give me." Not a bad answer, I thought, and I gave him his first lash with his own doubled-up leather belt.
I gave him six lashes with his own belt all together and then ordered him to continue stripping. He knelt down to undo his shoe laces, giving me a first glimpse of the crack of his arse as his jeans pulled down a bit while he was in that kneeling position. Having taken his shoes and socks off, he unbuttoned his fly, pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. He was down to his white cotton briefs by now, which he pushed down, so that he was standing naked as the day he was born. He assumed his submissive posture in front of me and I started playing with his nipples. His twitching _c_o_c_k_ showed that he enjoyed it, but his grimaces and difficulty to keep his heels on the floor also let me know that he suffered some pain. Fine! A bit of pain helps to keep a slave in the right submissive mode. I decided to place two fairly soft tit clamps on his nipples, telling him that he could ask them to be removed if he could not take it any more. However, this would be at a price! The tit clamps would make him remember our sessions for a few days. Each time his shirt would rub against his tender nipples, he would be thrillingly reminded of his Master. Later, several days after our session in the Barbizon hotel, he let me know via e-mail that it made his _c_o_c_k_ twitch for days whenever he touched his nipples or something rubbed against them. I made him kneel at my feet again and put a slave collar around his neck. On most slaves, this has the psychological effect of feeling to be owned and at the Master's mercy. This slave was no exception.
"It's time for your punishment, slave, for wanking without my permission. Get down over my knees." He stood up, and then stumbled towards me, trying to find the ordered position, which was made difficult because he was blindfolded. I adjusted his position, so that he was over my knee, with his hard _c_o_c_k_ pressing against my leg. I held my left hand in front of his mouth, so that he could kiss it in thanks every time my right hand delivered a blow to his bare arse. I gave him the opportunity to give me 25 kisses to show his gratitude for giving his buttocks a nice reddish color. It looked great, but would disappear by the time his girlfriend would see his buttocks again, I knew. After the spanking, I let him lie over my knee a bit longer, rubbing his buttocks and exploring his arse crack, pushing my index finger against his sphincter. Giving him a final smack on his bottom, I told him to get off my knees and undress me starting with my shoes.
He went down on the floor to undo my shoelaces, took my shoes off and then stood up to unbutton my shirt. I made him play with my nipples, using his hands, tongue and teeth, training him to do it the way I like it best. He went down on his knees again to remove my trousers, socks and underpants. My hard _c_o_c_k_ brushed against his face when he pulled my bikini briefs off. Having fully addressed me, he put his hands on his back and spread his legs apart, waiting for further instructions. "Kiss my feet boy. Then lick my balls and suck my _c_o_c_k_. Take your time and use your hands to please me." He did it very well and with obvious pleasure. When I told him to stand up, he asked the question that I had expected a while ago: "Please, Sir, could your remove the tit clamps? They start to really hurt. I am sorry, Sir." I gently removed the clamps and massaged his nipples afterwards, then told him the price for his request: six with the cane, to make absolutely sure he would be sorry, as he claimed he was. I led him to the same armchair he had bent over before, where he immediately assumed the desired position, pushing his arse up as far as he could while I got my cane. I decided to let him wait a while, while I enjoyed the sight of his firm buttocks stuck up high, his _c_o_c_k_ and balls hanging between his legs. I let the cane swish through the air, while I told him that I expected him to count all six strokes.
Whack! The first stroke landed on the middle of both buttocks. He would feel it, but no marks would be left after an hour or so. "One, Sir. Ready for the next, Sir." Whack! Number two landed just below the first one. "Two, Sir. Ready for the next, Sir." Whack! Number three was placed just above the first two. "Three, Sir. Ready for the next, Sir." I gave him three more, as promised. None of them were too hard to take for this slave that had indicated he had been caned before. After the sixth, he thanked me most kindly. I then led him to the bed, where I put him between my legs and told him to use all his skills and imagination. He showed that he had plenty of both and made me come in a fantastic way. After I had wiped off the cum with a towel, I told slave hugh to lie on his back, legs and arms spread to the four corners. I tied him down with soft rope and gave his hard _c_o_c_k_ the attention my slave had earned. I kissed him, played with his anus and masturbated him to climax. I wiped off his white load and removed the blindfold. We talked about various matters, including our _s_e_x_ual experiences. When I got excited again, I gave him a few whacks on his buttocks and ordered him to get back to work again, this time without the blindfold. My second orgasm was equally great and I showed my appreciation by delivering a couple of good smacks on the slave's buttocks.
After all this excitement, I turned the TV on, to watch the news and have a glass of wine. My slave was sitting at my feet, accepting the occasional sip of wine, ready for instructions, kissing and massaging my feet from time to time. After the news, I ordered my slave to lie on the bed, with his arse raised. I softly beat his arse with my hand and belt, while I made him pull on his _c_o_c_k_ until he came into his hand. I ordered him to taste some of his nutritious semen and made him swallow it. We showered together, me standing up; my slave kneeling down at my feet, sucking me until I had my third orgasm with him. What a pity my visit to Amsterdam was so short. I made a mental note of travelling via Amsterdam again on my trip to Canada, which was not too far away.
Please contact me on hotdate@hotmail. com if you want to let me know what you think of my stories or if you are interested in a meeting yourself.