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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago
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Chapter 4 - Part 2
“Look only at my cock in my trousers. You want to be a sub whose only wish is to please its Master, well start by looking adoringly at my cock. Think to yourself that it is the only thing you care about in the world. Lick your lips. Swallow if you have to. Show your Master that you would do anything to suck on his cock.”
He circled his hips and thrust his crotch in my direction, “Look at it. Think about it. Think what is inside my trousers. My cock is soft and warm. Remember the feeling in your mouth. Remember when you held and touched my cock. Remember that feeling. You must want and hunger for that feeling.”
My mind was open and taking in everything he was saying. I looked down at my hard dicklet. I was so turned on by his words. I looked at his growing bulge. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually thinking and day dreaming of what was in his trousers. I wanted to see his cock, to touch it. Then I was overwhelmed by the need to pay my respects to his cock. I wanted to feel it once again, how heavy it was, the thickness, its warm and soft and big cock head. I automatically swallowed as I got myself all worked up.
“We have already taught you what to do when you see my cock or Claire’s pussy.”
“Yes Sir.” I said looking closely to see if I could make out more of the shape of Bobs cock in his trousers.
He continued in his low, powerful sounding voice. “I am your Master. Your desires are to want to please me.” He was right. He was my Master and I wanted to do anything I could to please him. Bob then walked over to the table, and came back carrying a leather collar. “Put this on.” He said as he handed me the collar.
I held it in my hands and looked at it. It was exactly like the one Ruth wore the other night. It was a thick stiff leather collar with an adjustable buckle. I noticed it had metal eyelets a few centimetres apart on each side of the buckle. I put it round my neck and buckled it up. I didn’t make it too tight, I still wanted to breath.
Bob watched me, and bent down to inspect it. He put two fingers inside the collar then said, “Get used to wearing it bitch. This will be another item that you may be told to wear in a Dominant’s company. It is a visual display to everyone in the room that you are a sub, a bitch and cock sucker.” I nodded as I sat back on my heels, looking at his cock in his trousers.
“Take my trousers off.” He ordered. I reached up to unbuckle his belt, undid the button, then pulled down the zip of his fly. He just stood there looking at me. I held his trousers as they slowly slid down his legs. His y-fronts came into my view, as I stared at the twitching bulge of his cock, my imagination thinking about what was inside.
He gracefully lifted each leg and stepped out of his trousers. “Keep looking at my cock, keep thinking about what is inside.” he said. I gently threw his trousers on to the sofa, not taking my eyes from his cock bulge.
“Now gently pull my briefs down. Reveal my cock bit by bit.” He grabbed the back of my head, “Get your face closer. I want you to smell my cock, and close enough to feel it’s heat.”
I got so close to his underwear that my nose was almost touching him. I could smell the washing powder fragrance and the slight pungent smell of man sweat. With fingers and thumbs, I reached inside the legs of his underwear and gently pulled down.
I slowly revealed his shaved pubic area, then the top of his cock, then all the way down the thick length to his balls. I did it so slowly but I wanted so much to pull them down fast and enjoy my reward.
As his y-fronts dropped to the floor, his hardening cock sprang out and hit me in the face. I didn’t flinch because I knew it would happen. I wanted it to happen. I wanted to feel it on my face. I was about to reach for him when he said.
“Don’t touch me with your hands, just pay your respects.” He put his hands on his hips and continued, “Put your hands behind you.”
I bent down a little more as I turned my head to get a good angle to pay my respects. I positioned myself under his hanging soft cock, then kissed his foreskin opening, directly on his pee hole. Oh wow, I was once again flooded with emotions and feelings. His cock was hot on my lips, the rubbery feel of the loose skin circling his cock head, opening as I pushed my mouth onto his pee slit.
Feeling his cock on my lips, I was so worked up that I wanted to suck him. I was hungry to please him. In that exact minute, I saw myself in my mind’s eye, what was I doing? Was I being controlled by this man that I felt like this was normal behaviour?
“Smell the length of my cock.” I did as he commanded.
“Good, now go and sit down again.” I reluctantly sat back in my chair, as Bob sat down on the sofa, opening his legs for me to see him.
“Do I need to wash my cock before we continue?” He asked me. I shook my head and replied, “You have a delightful clean smell Sir.”
“Good boy. Remember that smell. It will be a smell that turns you on? It will be a smell that you will miss when you cannot be in the company of a Dominant. You will crave in your very being, to be near a cock to get that smell.”
I was listening intently to his words, not taking my eyes from his now nearly erect cock.
“You will feel unhappy and hungry with desire when you think about any real man’s cock and balls but can’t get to one. Now. There may be times when your Master smells a little bit sweaty or he has had a pee and might not have shook that well. It will never be a terribly bad smell, as a Master takes pride in his appearance, bearing and scent. However, you will still pay your respects to him. Do you understand what that means? “
I nodded, “Yes Sir, I am to pay respects every time I am put in front of a Masters cock, regardless of whenever or wherever we are Sir.” I noticed he twitched his cock making it expand and look thicker.
“If he needs a quick freshen up, then you will be required to wash him.” He looked at me to let the lesson sink in. “Stroke your dicklet as I speak to you. So. Do we need to go through how to wash a Masters cock?”
As I jerked my hard dicklet I quickly said to him, “No Sir, I think that I can be gentle and to wash him so that he is clean for me to suck Sir.”
“Good answer boy. Yes, it will be you who will pay the price for not washing him well enough. You will only get one chance before you will be told to offer your mouth to worship him, so make it a good and thorough wash.”
I understood that lesson all too well, remembering Clive’s cock back in the classroom. His was a little bit smelly of pee.
As he sat in the sofa, his legs open, he pointed at the floor in front of him. I quickly let go of my dicklet, got up and knelt down.
“Put your chin here.” He pointed to a spot on the edge of the sofa between his legs. I leaned forward and placed my chin where he told me to. I was now looking up close, his hard cock towering over me. He opened legs a little more to allow me to get the complete view of his cock and balls. With it all just a few centimetres away from my face, I could see every bump, vein and curve of tight and loose skin. The way his cock stood erect, the thickness, the softness, the way his balls rested in his ball bag on the sofa cushion. Good grief, what had I become?
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