After my first meeting with slave hugh in Amsterdam, we discovered that we would be in New York within weeks from them. Since we had both enjoyed our first meeting very much, we arranged for a second one in New York soon thereafter. I decided that I could be a bit harsher with him this time, because his girlfriend in Amsterdam would not see the effects my spanking or caning would leave. Any marks would disappear well before his return to Amsterdam. Rather than wearing myself out to entertain my readers who like to visit MMSA Stories site to read about my meetings, I decided to order slave hugh to take care of a report. Below you find his account of our meeting - not mine! I hasten to add that slave hugh is a great one for dramatic effects and that his description of the beatings I delivered is somewhat overdone. Who cares? As long as you enjoy his account, I let him get away with it.
I shivered slightly as the breeze from the air conditioning blew over my naked, kneeling body. I had been kneeling, facing the door of my hotel suite for 15 minutes waiting for Master Rob to arrive. I thought how much trouble I would be in if I kept him waiting that long, but reminded myself that he was the Master and could keep whatever timetable he pleased.
After another 5 minutes he let himself in with the key card I had left for him at the concierge desk. Without acknowledging me, he marched straight in and inspected the room. He dropped a leather bag in front of me as he passed. My heart began to beat even faster at the thought of what implements of punishment it might contain.
'I told you to have Sauvignon blanc on ice for my arrival. This is Chardonnay, slaveboy' were his first words to me. I started to explain about room service's mistake, but his look told me no excuse was acceptable for disobeying his orders. I was hauled to my feet, told to touch my toes and given six sharp slaps on my bare arse to remind me that grape variety was just as important as any of my Master's other orders. Master Rob told me to assume the position and I hung my head with my hands behind my back for inspection. He squeezed my balls and pinched my nipples until I gasped a little. Although I have sensitive nipples and it does hurt when they are pinched, there seems to be a nerve that connects directly from my nipples to my _c_o_c_k_. By the end of the inspection I was already very hard.
'Undress me, boy' was my next command after having been fitted with a studded leather slave collar, which Master Rob removed from his bag of tricks. I got back on to my knees and took off Master Rob's shoes and socks. I couldn't resist kissing his bare feet as I removed the socks. He had warned me before about touching or kissing any part of his body without permission and I earned myself another dozen slaps on my still pink backside for my trouble. I noticed that on this, our second meeting, Master Rob was being less lenient in the force he used to punish me. Whilst the harder slaps stung, I was excited that my Master was pushing me a little further, to continue stamping his authority on me. 'Now you may kiss my feet to thank me for your spanking' he said kindly and I wasted no time in dropping to his feet and worshipping them with my mouth and tongue until he ordered me to continue undressing him. I undid his wide leather belt, slipped it out from his trousers and laid it carefully on the bed, wondering how long it would be before it was used on my rump. Next his trousers, which I folded carefully. I stood to remove his shirt and was very tempted to kiss his nipples as I revealed them, but knew better than to disobey the same order twice in one session. I knelt again to remove his briefs, which were already bulging. He pushed my hands away 'No, slave, remove them with your teeth.' I was very tentative for fear of scraping my Master's stiffening _c_o_c_k_ with my teeth and Master Rob soon became impatient.
'Over the chair, incompetent boy!', he ordered, picking up his belt. I counted and thanked him for each stroke, which he delivered slowly and firmly. After six, he told me to get back to work. I managed to get the briefs off fully and Master Rob rubbed his hard _c_o_c_k_ across my face, holding my head close by my hair. He lay down on the king size bed and told me to start work on his balls and work up. I licked them slavishly, each one in turn for several minutes then worked my tongue up his shaft. I took his _c_o_c_k_ head in my mouth and worked my tongue round the tip as I sucked. 'Good boy, good slave' he mumbled between moans of pleasure. I reached both hands up to my Master's nipples and began stroking and rubbing them, while I continued to suck. His moans grew louder, encouraging me to work even harder for his pleasure.
Master Rob's hand pulling my hair told me it was time to relinquish his delicious _c_o_c_k_. He told me to fetch a pillow and place it under his bum. I hesitated. We had discussed by e-mail the service I knew I was expected to perform now and I had made no objection, but now it came to the crunch, I was not so sure. I expected a punishment of course, but thought that Master Rob would choose some other way I could serve him. How wrong I was!
'You know, slave, that I am a fair master' he began, 'but what I will not tolerate is a slave - particularly one who has served me before - agreeing to something, then changing his mind. I AM YOUR MASTER AND YOU WILL OBEY'. The last sentence was shouted in my face as he dragged me by my collar to the writing desk in the sitting area of the suite. 'BEND OVER' I obeyed and he disappeared for a few minutes. It seemed like hours and my heart was thumping by the time he returned, cane in hand. The first blow was the most painful I have experienced. I had been caned once before by another Master, but I instantly realized that he had been very gentle with me in comparison. As the second, equally hard blow landed, I yelped. 'You forgot to count, slave, so start at one.' 'One Sir, thank you Sir' I blurted quickly, not wanting to add any more of these harsh strokes than was absolutely necessary. At six I was beginning to cry with the pain and promising that I would tongue Master Rob's anus after all. He stopped abruptly, ordered me to kiss the cane and his hand and beg to worship his arsehole. I did so and by the time I got to the begging part, I really meant it. Although in pain, I was very turned on by Master Rob's control over me and wanted nothing more than to please him in any way I could.
He went back to the bed and knelt on it with his masterful backside towards me. I crept on after him and went to work, first kissing his buttocks very softly (it was such a thrill to treat his buttocks so tenderly, while mine were still hot and stinging) then tongued his anus as well as I could. After a while he ordered me to reach forward and rub his nipples as my tongue continued its work up inside him. Then with one hand still on his left nipple and one on his _c_o_c_k_, I brought my master to climax and he shot a load of spunk into my waiting hand. He rolled over his back and ordered me to cover my own _c_o_c_k_ and balls with his spunk and wank myself while he watched. When I came, he made me lick our mingled come off my hand and then ordered me to fetch a towel to clean him up.
I poured him a glass of the chilled (albeit incorrect) wine and ran him a bath. I was given another hand spanking over the edge of the bath before he got in, to ensure that I soaped and bathed him with the right degree of attention. As I toweled him gently dry, Master Rob's erection returned and I was ordered to suck him again until he came over my face.
I was allowed to wash quickly in my Master's bath water before dressing him, sharing a glass of wine and being kissed goodbye.
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