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Sir called. He said very little, as usual. "Boy, be here at 7:30". He didn't
have to say anymore. He knew that i would arrive, open the door, strip off
my clothes and kneel in the foyer. He knew that i would wait. If he took one
minute or three hours. He knew. His boy would wait. And so, after a day of
negotiating with colleagues and clients, of being in charge, sometimes
enjoying the little victories and sometimes pissed because i didn't win, i
was walking to Sir's townhouse. My cock ached because he hadn't called in
over a week and i was not allowed to touch myself. Of course, i could have
cheated and jacked off or had sex but I was Sir's boy and couldn't bring
myself to do that. iwould have ended up in tears at his feet confessing and
begging him to punish me to make it right with him. The one time, after i
first accepted his domination, that i cheated i told him within a minute of
our next meeting. He just asked me if istill wanted to be his. In tears
isaid yes and begged him to keep me. He told me to lie on my back on the
kitchen floor. Then he shit on my belly and told me not to move. i lay there
for most of the day meditating on his shit and hoping that he would not
throw me out. At the end of the day he had me take the shit to the bathroom
in my hands, flush it down the toilet. Then he washed me, told me to dress,
and sent me home. i waited two weeks for him to call me back, passing the
days in agony that he would not call again. When he did, i was like a little
boy waiting for Santa Claus -- happy, excited, and afraid that Santa would
not bring me any gifts.
Not just my cock ached as i walked to his home; my stomach ached too. It
ached because this was not a game that i played. i was not Sir's boy because
i wanted to be disciplined and humiliated. i was his boy because i loved him
it was the only way I could have any part of him -- his conditions, my
acceptance. i had any interest in being submissive to a Dominant man. Before
i met Sir i had been to leather bars a few times but found it to be pretty
silly. Insecure men posing as Doms or subs because they didn't know another
way to find a man or to negotiate a relationship. i didn't meet Sir at a
leather bar or in a Dom/sub chat room. i met him at a party at a friend's
house. He wasn't dressed in leather. He didn't pose. We met when i dropped a
napkin and he picked it up and handed it to me, meeting my eyes with his
steady gaze, as he said, "You dropped this." Pretty simple and I was
conquered.
Sir was very attractive. Thirty-seven years old, dark hair and eyes,
well-built but not a muscle builder. He was 4 inches shorter than my six
feet. i am also very well built. Usually i would spend an hour a day at the
gym. The payoff was that at 43 I could still attract younger, good looking
guys. Sir and i spoke for several hours that first night. I noticed that i
was letting him direct the conversation, answering his questions, attentive
to his words. He noticed too. At the end of the evening i was hoping he
would ask me to go home with him but he didn't. He didn't ask for my phone
number. Instead, he took out a card and told me to write my number on it. i
did what he asked. Even at our first meeting, i wanted to do what he asked
if it would make him happy. Three days later he called me and said he would
like me to come to his house for dinner that evening. I had plans but didn't
even tell him that. i accepted and later cancelled my other plans. During
our conversation on the phone he let it slip that he liked the color blue on
me and that a stretch T-shirt would probably look really good on my. After
we hung up i went out shopping to find a blue stretch T. i arrived at his
house, bottle of wine in hand. He invited me in, took the wine, thanked me
and took in my appearance with a smile. He put the wine down on the kitchen
counter and put his hands on my chest, lightly pinching my nipples which
stood hard for him. The moment was charged for me. i was growing hard and
could feel the rush of sexual feeling come over me as if i just sniffed some
poppers and could feel my blood vessel filling and my legs weaken. He took
it all in. He let go of my nipples, said: "Nice tits. They respond well",
and brushed his hand across my cheek gently and possessively. i was his from
that minute on.
Dinner was great. Don't ask me what i ate or drank. i was mesmerized by this
guy, drinking him in and falling in love like a 15-year-old girl with her
first crush. When dinner was done he invited me to the living room. i don't
know why but i asked if he'd like me to wash the dishes first. He gave me
his enigmatic smile and said, "yes, I think you should do that." So i washed
the dishes and then went into the living room where he was sitting on the
sofa. He was looking at a book but told me to come and sit with him. He made
room so that i could sit with his arm around me and he showed me the book he
was reading. The title of the book was "In Search of a Master". He asked me
if i had ever read it. i responded that I had not. He told me that he would
like me to take it home and read it so that i could tell him where i saw
myself and him in the book the next time we met. It was an odd request, i
thought, but intriguing too. As we sat he started to play with my nipples
again. Speaking quietly and assuredly, he told me to take off my shirt. We
weren't making love; he was exploring my body and finding out how i
responded to his touch. After about a half hour he told me to take off the
rest of my clothes. So there i was, naked, being caressed and probed with
his hands while he was fully dressed. He never even touched my cock that
night but it was one of the most sensual nights I could remember. My body
was learning to respond to his hands. They were not shy; they touched where
and how they wanted, they took possession, they conquered and commanded. And
i was being turned into a boy.
















As i walked to Sir's house i continued to reflect on our first night. I was
naked with a fully clothed man who was using his hands to learn how he could
direct my body. He never kissed me and didn't allow me to take any
initiatives that night. When I tried to kiss him he firmly pushed my face
away from him and said; "no, it isn't going to be like that." I didn't know
what he meant so I just stored the information and continued to let him do
what he wanted. After several hours he stopped and said; "I think it's time
for you to go for now.", leaving me with a throbbing hard-on. He just got up
and said; "Wait for me to phone you this week." As istood, he slapped my
ass. It was a bit too hard to be playful, just hard enough to be slightly
humiliating. In my state of arousal

i couldn't control my reaction. i started to cum. Not knowing what to do i
caught the cum in my hand because i didn't want to stain his carpet. Now i
felt completely humiliated standing naked in front of him, with all of his
clothes on, looking at me like i was a c***d who just peed his pants. i was
mad but couldn't let him know because i was already thinking that i couldn't
lose this guy. i laughed uncomfortably. He gazed at me and in a voice that
was almost a whisper said; "It would be really nice to see you eat your cum
now." Although i had never done anything like that i was not about to say no
to him. i started licking my hand. When i finished i thought i would make
light of my feeling humiliated by jokingly saying; "Did Sir like that?" He
responded, "Yes, and I want you to continue to call me Sir. You'll learn not
to be embarrassed by pleasing me. Now go home."

i left his house totally confused but still very aroused. Being humiliated
was not something i did for fun or for sex but with him, feeling humiliated
and hot were beginning to become inseparable. i went home, stripped off my
clothes and sat in the living room thinking about how i had felt with him. i
was sure that it was the most sexually erotic night of my life but i was not
sure i wanted to feel as naked, aroused, and ashamed with anybody as i did
with him. The rest of the week went by in the same way. I worked, carried on
as if everything were fine but i was thinking about him and refeeling
everyplace he touched me all week long.

Then he called again on Thursday. He didn't say who it was and didn't ask
how i was. He just said that he wanted me to make dinner for him at my house
on Friday evening. He would be over at 8:00. Then he added; "It would be
nice if you didn't have any clothes on when you open the door. We'll start
things right this time." Once again, i knew that i would do what he told me
but i didn't feel comfortable with my eagerness to do so or with his
self-assurance that i would do exactly what he said. For the rest of that
evening and all day Friday i had trouble not thinking about being at my door
naked for him. i also put some thought into what dinner i could make that
would please him -- i could already see how this relationship was already
changing how i felt about myself and that he was bringing out of me
something i never knew was there.

On Friday, i went home after work. Instinctively, i stripped and started to
prepare dinner. i worked quickly, making a simple meal that ihad seen in
Gourmet. When he rang the bell at 8:30 i let him in. He stood in the
entrance, with the door still open, smiled at me and my naked body. When he
closed the door he pinched my nipples and gave a playful slap to my face,
saying only; "Very nice, we're off to a good start." We talked for a while
or, i should say, he directed the conversation and i followed his cues. It
was pretty clear that our roles were becoming very established.

When i invited him to come to the table he took the head seat. i went into
the kitchen to bring in the food. When i brought it in, he looked on
approvingly and said; "Nice job, after you serve me why don't you sit down
there." Once again, i felt humiliated at being told that i could sit at my
own table. But i served him and sat as he had told me to do. He ate, paying
little attention to me. When he finished the green beans, he stopped and
said; "I'd like you to serve me some more of these but first heat them up."
i got up to heat the green beans. It was impossible to hide my raging
hard-on as i went to the kitchen and returned. He continued to eat as if i
wasn't there.

At the end of dinner he repeated what he had said at our first dinner. So i
went to wash the dishes. I finished and went into the living room. His copy
of "In Search of a Master" was on the coffee table. He noted it and said,
once again in that firm whisper soft commanding voice, "Come and kneel with
your head in my lap". i positioned myself so that i could look up into his
eyes easily but it was very clear that i was becoming his to command. i was
not comfortable but i was not protesting. And my cock was stiffer than i
could ever remember. As i kneeled there in a subservient position, he
started to speak. " I think you know by now what I am looking for. I have
always been dominant to other men in relationships. I liked you from the
moment we met. I want to train you and mold you. I know that this is very
uncomfortable for you but you will learn to submit yourself to me in more
and more ways. You may not like it but after a time it will become natural
to you and you will crave my domination even if you hate how it feels to
want to be dominated. You can tell me now that this is not what you want and
I'll leave -- for good. But your cock and your eyes and the way you try to
make me happy all tell me that you want to be dominated by me. If you accept
what I am offering we will go slowly. I will break down your resistance and
bring you past your fears slowly."

I looked at him, maybe like a deer caught in headlights -- but this deer had
a rock hard cock and a body that already felt like he was inside of me in
some way that took control away from me.

Seeing my look, he said, "Don't speak. If you agree that we should continue
to explore this then lower your head and kiss my shoes in submission. NOW."
My body was shaking. i didn't want to become his sub and i didn't want to
lick anybody's shoes. But i wanted him. I slowly lowered my head to his
shoes, still shaking with my ass exposed. Then i raised my head and started
to cry, something i couldn't remember doing in years. He stood up and had me
stand to. Then he put his arms around me and let me cry on his shoulder.
Although he was younger and four inches shorter he stroked my head as though
i were a little boy. The last thing he said before he left that night was;

"For now you are my boy. Whenever we are alone you will call me Sir.
Whenever you have a dialogue in your head, imagining that you are talking to
me, you will call me Sir. Whenever we are alone together or when I tell you
that certain friends are coming over, you will be naked. Is that clear,
boy?"

And my last words to him that evening, after he once again slapped my on the
ass and caused me to cum in my hand, were: "Yes, Sir. I understand"

Then, as he left he said "Good, the training will begin now."





i felt more confused than ever as a i walked home that night. i had agreed
to be trained as a boy by this man who i now thought of as "Sir". Every time
i thought about him i also thought about what it meant to serve him and be
subservient to him. It was a new me i was discovering. No longer a confident
businessman, not an intelligent, charming man and lover. Just a boy. It made
me feel queasy to think about it, but queasy with a nearly constant hard-on.
Just thinking about him telling me to do something or holding me firmly in
his arms while i sobbed like a c***d made me think of more ways to try to
please him and to make him proud of me. At home alone, i never wore clothes
anymore. i stopped jerking off because it didn't feel right without his
direction. i exercised harder because i wanted him to approve of my body. i
wondered if he would want me to shave my body or my head or tattoo myself
for him.

A few nights later, Sir called again. "Come tonight boy to begin your
training."

i got to "Sir's at the appointed time. As soon as i entered i stripped. i
didn't know what i was supposed to do next. Sir stood there and inspected
me, as usually playing with my nipples a bit. Then he slapped me just a bit
harder than before, not to hurt me but just to remind me that he had rights
over me.

Then Sir said "Well boy, how do you think you should show me proper respect
now?"
i said "i don't know Sir, Please tell me" Sir slapped me again and said
"Boy, I am not looking for a doormat. I am looking for an intelligent boy
who wants to use his intelligence to become a good boy for me." Then he
repeated "How do you think you should show me proper respect now". This time
i told him exactly what i had been thinking about since the last time we
met.

"Sir, i think i should kneel at your feet and lick your shoes clean until
you tell me to stop."

And Sir said "You've been thinking about doing that for a while, haven't you
boy. You're starting to love the idea of showing me that you want to submit
and to obey, aren't you."
i replied, "Yes Sir, i've been thinking about being naked in front of you
all week. And i've been thinking how much i want to show you that i am yours
to turn into your boy even though it is very hard for me to give up
control."
Sir smiled, as usual, with his superior smile that told me he already
anticipated what i thought and what i needed. He commanded. "Boy, lick my
shoes. Get your head low and your ass high. I want to see your ass in the
air while you worship my feet.

i got down on my knees and started to carefully caress Sir's shoes with my
tongue. The turn on was not in bathing his shoes with my adoring tongue. It
was in trying to show him how much i wanted to please him. After minutes of
servicing his shoes. He said "Boy, rule number one is that you hold your
hands behind your back whenever you are not doing something that requires
their use." i felt stupid after trying so hard to do things right. i locked
my fingers together behind my back and continued. Several minutes more and
Sir spoke. "That's enough, come and sit down. We need to talk about the
rules."

We went into the living room. Next to the sofa was a small stool. Sir said.
"The stool is yours. From now on it is the only furniture you sit on unless
I tell you otherwise. Than may happen when we have guests who don't need to
know about your role. Remember, even if there are guests, unless I tell you
otherwise, this is your only furniture."

I sat on the stool, legs slightly apart so that my almost always hard cock
was clearly showing.

"Rule number two boy. You will lower your eyes and hand in respect unless I
tell you that you may raise them. At times I will want you to talk freely.
You are an intelligent man and I want to share that. But that will be when I
want it, not when you think you have something clever to say to me. Do you
understand?"

With lowered eyes, cock hard, and hands behind my back, i replied "Yes, Sir,
i understand."

Sir smiled. "Good boy. Now go pour me a glass of wine and bring it quick.
You will kneel in front of me and hold it until I take it from you."
i got up quickly and went to the kitchen for the wine like a servant. i was
wondering if my raging hard-on would ever soften. i brought the wine back
and knelt. Sir ignored me for several minutes while he looked at some mail.
Then he took the wine glass, took a sip and handed the glass back to me. He
petted my head, playing a bit with my hair absentmindedly while he read.
Then he gave me his attention again.

"This is how you will serve me when I tell you to get something. Always." He
continued.
"Sometimes I will want you to dine with me. Then you will bring your stool
to the table and you'll have freedom to talk. Other times, you will serve in
silence. While I am eating you will kneel beside my chair. You will not show
any impatience. If I want to feed you I will give you food from my plate. If
not, you will eat after I am finished, in the kitchen, from my dirty plate.
Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, i understand Sir."

"What do you think so far, boy?"

"Sir, i don't know why but i want to find more ways to let you know how much
i want to make you happy that i am your boy. And Sir, it feels more like you
are training me to be your slave than your boy."

"Very good observation, boy. You may become my slave if it works out between
us. But that will be later and it will be something that we both want and
that will be permanent. Let's just consider this to be our courtship."

"Thank you, Sir" I was incredibly happy to think that Sir was thinking of us
being in a permanent relationship someday. Even with me as his slave. Or
maybe especially with me as his slave.

"As for sex, boy." He went on "When I want it and how I want it. Your focus
is on using your mouth, your ass, and your body to give me pleasure. Your
cock is irrelevant except that it's a barometer of how right being
submissive is for you. I don't want a doormat. I am not a Sir who is going
to waste any time trying to figure out how to keep you sexually excited. If
that's what you want go to the Eagle and find some insecure make-believe
master who'll try to satisfy you while he's giving orders."

i knew what Sir was talking about. i guess that one of the reasons i never
got into the Dom/sub bar world was that i never really believed that the
Doms were Doms. They seemed just as desperate as the subs.

"Now let's go to the bedroom."

i had never been in Sir's bedroom before. There was no dungeon, no
equipment. Just a very expensive contemporary design bedroom set. Sir sat on
the edge of the bed. For a second i didn't know what to do but then i
remembered and knelt at his feet, hands locked behind my back, stomach
pulled in, cock jutting out. i was anxious to see Sir's body. i had not seen
or touched his cock yet. i was hoping that this would be my opportunity. But
it wasn't. Sir whispered. "Stand in front of me" I did so. He took my cock
firmly in his hands, the first time ever, and said "Think about how you feel
boy. Focus all your attention on how your cock feels right now. It is the
center of your world right now boy. Tell me how it feels."

"Sir, all i can think of is how good it feels to have my cock in your hand.
i feel your strength Sir. i feel like you have total power over me Sir and i
feel like i want to give you more power, Sir."

"Very good, boy" " Now you are going to lie on your back on the floor and I
am going to make you cum by playing with your cock with my shoe. When you
cum you will clean your body and lick up the cum on your hands and on the
floor. Then you will go to the foyer, put on your clothes and go home. I
don't think I have to tell you this boy, but you don't cum on your own
anymore. Only when I tell you, clear?"

"Yes, Sir, very clear Sir"

Then i lay down on the ground and Sir started to play with my cock. He
stepped on it firmly but not too forcefully. He gave it little kicks with
his shoe and watched it quiver. After about five minutes, He ordered "Cum."

i shot my load, all over my chest and some on the floor. i carefully sc****d
the cum from my body and licked it off my fingers. Once done with that, i
got on my knees and licked the spots of my cum off the floor as Sir sat and
watched. Then without words, I left the bedroom, got dressed in the foyer
and walked out of the townhouse to go home.




i left Sir's house minutes ago. Although i had just cum i was walking with a
hard-on that anybody passing by on the street would notice. i was thinking
about the fact that i was having the hottest sex of my life with a man who
had barely touched me and whom i had never touched. It made me aware of how
much sexual pleasure was in my mind. But it also made me mad. Why was i
letting myself be turned into a boy/slave by Sir? Why was i willing to
settle for whatever he wanted to give me on his terms only? As i walked
along i got more pissed. Instead of going home i decided to go to the Eagle,
have a drink, and look at some men on my own terms. i took a cab over. When
i got inside i checked my coat and as an afterthought my T-shirt too. i got
a drink and cruised around the bar for a while. There were lots of jeans and
sneakers types and some guys in leather. i felt like i needed to identify my
newfound sub self so i went into the little leather store on the first floor
and bought a leather armband. i couldn't get it on by myself so i asked the
leatherman sales guy to help put it on my right arm. He grinned when i asked
and said. "ask right, boy" i replied, "Sir, could you please help me snap on
the armband so that everyone here will know that i am a boy?" Then he helped
me and before backing off stuck his armpit right into my face, saying "Give
it a few licks, boy" Without thinking, i did as he said. My boy training was
taking over my life.
i walked out of the leather store back into the bar. A big guy in leather
chaps and vest, and a leather cap was watching me. He followed me to the bar
and started talking. "My slave and I are looking for another boy -- someone
like you -- to play with tonight. Why don't you come home with us?" A couple
of months ago i would have just laughed at an invitation like this. Now my
reaction was one of curiosity and fear. i wanted to see how this leatherman
would use me and his boy together. i was afraid of what Sir would do if he
knew i did something behind his back. But i was pissed at Sir so i said
"Yes, Sir i would like to go home with you and your boy." The leatherman's
slave approached. He was a younger guy, about 5'6". He wore tight leather
shorts, boots and a chain around his neck with a lock. He approached his
master eagerly and almost forgetting to lower his eyes in respect. The
leatherman said, "Boy, this is slave Juan. Give each other a nice slave
kiss." i didn't know what he meant and just stood there but slave Juan came
up to me, hands locked behind his back. i did the same and we began to kiss
for master's pleasure. Slave Juan was a cute guy but all i could think of
while i was kissing him was that i wanted to be kissed by Sir or have Sir be
the one telling me to kiss slave Juan. i was feeling really bad now and i
knew that i couldn't go on with this. i stopped kissing slave Juan. i pulled
back a bit and turned to the leatherman. He didn't look happy but i
instinctively got on my knees in front of him in full public view and spoke
to him very respectfully. "i am sorry Sir, but i can't do this. i would be
betraying the man who now owns my life." The leatherman laughed at this and
pulled on my hair with big hands so that i was looking up into his eyes.

"That's a good response, boy. Let me give you something to remember me by."
With that he spit in my face. i left the gobs of spit on my face and said
thank you to the leatherman and to slave Juan. Then i got up and went home,
spit still on my face.

At home i stripped off my clothes and lay on the bed for a long time without
sleeping. As usual when i thought about Sir, my cock was pulsing. i knew
that i was going to confess what i had done to him and i was afraid of his
reaction. i didn't care if he punished my; i would beg him for that. What i
was terrified of was that he would send me away. i realized that i was
completely in love with Sir and did not want to lose him. i barely slept
that night.

Sir called. It was several days later and i was still restless and worried.
He wanted me to come over on Saturday to clean his townhouse and entertain
some friends that evening. i asked Sir how i should dress for the evening.
He said that i did not have to be concerned with clothes for the evening.
With these friends i would present naked as if it were just the two of us.
Before he hung up, i told him that i would have something important to tell
him on Saturday morning.

There was too much going on in my head as i walked to Sir's. i was going to
confess. i had no idea how he would react. i was supposed to be introduced
to friends as his boy. All in one day. i was in turmoil as i got to his
place.

Upon entering i quickly took off my clothes and kneeled with my head bowed
and hands locked behind my back. i was sweating and shaking a bit when Sir
came to inspect me about ten minutes later. i immediately kissed his bare
feet and licked between his toes. My agitation must have been pretty
obvious. He told me to raise my head and look him in the eyes. His gaze took
complete control of me. I started to weep and explained what had happened
the other night. Sir kept gazing at me. i asked permission to speak. When
Sir said yes i begged him to punish me because i was sorry for what i had
done and then i said what i had feared to say for weeks now.
"Sir, i love you. i know that i am just your boy and maybe someday your
slave, but i love you, Sir." Sir continued to penetrate me with his eyes and
put his fingers to his lips, indicating that i should be silent. i shut up
and knelt completely still.

"Boy, I know that you love me. You might be surprised to hear this but I
love you too. I am not going to love you in the way you are used to. I will
love you eventually as your Master and you will love me as my slave. What we
are doing now is shaping your mind and your body to respond as a truly
obedient, submissive slave."

He continued "I also know that you are struggling with what is going on
inside of you and that you both love me and at times hate me. So you thought
in your mind that you could hurt me by being unfaithful. But boy, I know
that you can't do that."

"I will punish you." He said, "Not to hurt you but so that you can think
about what you have done and how important it is for you to serve me."

That was when Sir had me lie on the kitchen floor. I saw his naked ass for
the first time as he squatted over me and shit on my belly. Then he got up
and went to his study, leaving me on the floor, contemplating a pile of his
-- happily for me -- solid turds.

i knew that i could have got up and walked out at that moment but i might as
well have been superglued to the floor. i barely moved a muscle but lay
there for several hours. Sir came into the kitchen, had a cup of coffee and
ate a sandwich as if i were not even there. My eyes followed him whenever he
was in sight without moving my head. i realized that i was happy just lying
in this man's shit if it meant that i was close to him and that he cared
about me.

At about 1:00 p.m. he came into the kitchen again and told me to take his
shit into the toilet. I did as he commanded. He came into the bathroom and
ran warm water in the shower. He told me to get in and from outside of the
shower he washed my torso while i stood with my hands locked behind my back.
Then he toweled me dry.

He gave orders. "Boy, you have a lot to do now. I want the living room and
dining room clean and the menu for tonight is on the kitchen counter.
Mauricio and his slave will arrive at 7:30. I want everything ready and I
want you to make me proud tonight when I show you off.

Then Sir did what he had never done before. He took my head in his hands and
drew me close to him. He kissed me deeply with his tongue. My cock felt like
it was going to explode as his tongue invaded my mouth and made that too his
property to own and control.

For the rest of the day i worked very happily. i barely saw Sir. He stayed
in his study doing some work, reading, and then resting. i cleaned and
cooked and savored the memory of him inside of my hungry mouth. The shame
and humiliation i had once felt in being naked and subservient in his
presence were now being transformed into something much warmer. i felt truly
loved and cared for as i made preparations for the evening, concentrating on
how much i wanted him to be happy with the results. i could not ignore my
hard-on. It might have looked silly to someone looking in from the outside --
a grown man, a highly educated professional man cooking and setting table
naked with a raging hard-on. But to me it felt just right.

At 5:00 Sir checked on me. Seeing that there were only finishing touches
left to complete he called me into his study. i knelt on the oriental carpet
beside his leather chair. He tousled my hair and spoke. "You've done well so
far boy. Maybe you should rest a while before our guests arrive. i was
grateful for Sir's thoughtfulness. He told me to lie on my back on the
carpet and try to sleep a bit. i closed my eyes and did as i was ordered.
Sir occasionally massaged me with the soles of his shoes. I couldn't sleep
much but was very rested when the doorbell rang. Sir ordered me to go to
open the door and to receive Mauricio and his slave on my knees. I scurried
to the door to follow Sir's command.






i opened the door naked, without knowing who would be entering. At one time
i would have felt shame at being viewed naked, my cock half hard by
strangers. But now it seemed almost natural. The two men who entered were an
extraordinary looking couple. The first to come in was the smaller of the
two. About 5' 8" with a fine featured, extremely handsome face, and
commanding demeanor. Following him respectfully was a larger man, also quite
good looking with a very muscular body. i assumed that the smaller man was
Mauricio. i didn't know what the other was until i saw the small chain
around his neck with a lock on it. He was, i assumed correctly, Mauricio's
slave. What followed next had ballet like precision. The slave took
Mauricio's cashmere overcoat, handed it to me to hang up, and took off his
own clothes in a single graceful movement. He immediately knelt. I followed
his lead, thinking that this was the proper thing to do as a sign of respect
to Sir and Sir's friend Mauricio.

Mauricio and Sir greeted each other casually, like old friends. Sir asked
Mauricio how his book was coming along and how his family was. Mauricio said
that the book was almost finished and that there were just a few changes to
make before publication. i did not know what kind of book Mauricio was
writing and since the slave and i were being totally ignored at the moment i
didn't think that i was going to find out. After several minutes of
conversation, Sir changed the topic. "I see that your boy has become your
slave now. His training must be coming along very well."

Mauricio replied "Yes, he has learned a great deal. It's hard to believe
that he was such a cocky stud before. Do you remember when we first saw him
at the bar. You didn't think he could be dominated and after one look in his
eyes I told you that he is just a big slave waiting for a master. Now look."
With that Mauricio approached his slave. He took the slaves chin by the hand
and raised his head from the submissive eyes down position. With his slave
looking up into his eyes Mauricio said "Who's slave are you?" The slave
replied with no self-consciousness. "I am your slave, Master." Mauricio
added "What is your goal slave?" To which the slave responded, "To serve you
and make you happy, Master." The slave's huge, blood engorged cock was
growing harder as he soaked in his master's gaze. Mauricio commanded "Sit."
The slave changed his position from kneeling to sitting with his legs open
in front of him. Mauricio stepped on his cock, not with his full weight but
with enough for me to know that it must have hurt. The slave did not wince
or move. Mauricio smiled down at him and then at Sir. He removed his foot
from the slave's cock. The slave had a look of great pleasure on his face,
as if he was very satisfied with what had been done to him. Very softly he
said "Thank you Master for your foot on your property."

Mauricio then turned to Sir. "How is your training working out? It looks as
though you have found some true slave material here."

i wondered what made me look like `true slave material' but before i thought
too much, Mauricio moved in front of me and ordered "Stand." i stood just as
if it were Sir commanding me. Mauricio inspected me. Nodded at my position
and said "Just look at the way his ass stands out. He's spent a life time
trying to let other men know that he wants them to fuck him. And look at his
eyes, always with a gentle look that says `Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I
need you to like me and love me." "Yes" he continued, "This one has always
wanted to be someone's boy or slave although he never knew it and never
would have if you hadn't helped him to discover himself." Then Mauricio
added, "Just look how his cock throbs when I talk about him as a submissive
object. Have you trained him to cum without touching him yet?"

Sir responded "No, but he barely needs to be touched. His cock is becoming
as submissive as his mind is. I am taking my time with him. He has had to
overcome the pain he has associated with humiliation so that he can be
totally free to serve. I haven't fucked him yet because he still needs to
have his mind and body become more unified in the objective of serving. Soon
he will be free enough to become a complete slave, like yours."

Maybe i should have felt offended to hear myself being spoken about like a
puppy being trained but i was concentrating completely on Sir's words and i
was very proud to be considered to be making good progress.

Mauricio noted my satisfied look. "George, this one will be your slave for
as long as you want him." Sir just winked at Mauricio and slapped me on the
ass. "You boy and you slave, get into the kitchen and get things ready for
dinner. Feel free to speak to each other. You need to get to know each other
since you will be working together a great deal. From this i understood that
Sir and Mauricio were very good friends and that using slaves and boys
together was not something completely new for them

Slave and i moved quickly to the kitchen. Although the townhouse was quite
elegant the galley kitchen was small enough so that we were very aware of
each other's nakedness. i spoke to slave first. "What should i call you.
Since i have become Sir's boy he has not used my name. Do we have names
anymore or what? Slave responded "For now we are slave and boy. They will
decide what to call us when they want." Then I questioned some more. "How
long have you been serving your master?" He replied "I've been with him for
three years. Your Sir was training another boy for the about one year but
when Sir wanted his total commitment as a slave, the boy could not go
through with it and backed out. Then your Sir was alone until he met you. I
know from overhearing Master's conversations with him on the phone or when I
have served the two of them together that your Sir thinks that you will make
the commitment. He is pleased with your progress.

Although we continued to work, slave's remarks made a deep impression on me.
My cock got harder as i thought of his words about Sir's being pleased with
me. Like a baby who begins to cry when he hears another crying, slave's cock
also began to grow. We looked at each other and grinned in complicity. He
commented "You have a nice slavecock. It really is learning to respond to
even the thought of your Sir. You'll see how wonderful it is to become the
slave of a truly dominant man such as your Sir. I was never a sub before I
met Master but since I have become his slave I have never been happier. I
still have my own professional life but the rest of my life is dedicated to
him. Not a minute of the day goes by when some part of my mind doesn't turn
to him or remember something he said or did. I think I am a very happy,
contented slave. I hope you will become one too."

We brought the food to the table, Sir at the head and Master at its foot.
When we had served them and poured their wine Sir spoke. "Since we are
getting to know each other you two will sit at the table tonight and may
join -- respectfully -- in our conversation when invited. i was very excited
and pleased at the arrangement. Slave and i sat on opposite sides of the
table. We did not have stools but our chairs were several inches lower than
the others and we were not eating from the china. Each of us had a plastic
dish and a spoon to eat with. We were also allowed to partake of the wine
from plastic cups. No matter, with legs open in deference to the two
dominant men at the table we eagerly joined them for dinner.

Mauricio and Sir spoke with animation. There friendship was a very warm and
lively one. They obviously cared for each other and shared intellectual
interests. Mauricio asked me about my work. i responded that i had worked at
my international consultant firm for seven years. i used to travel a great
deal but now was at a higher managerial position. That was good, i blushed
because it made me more available to Sir when he demanded my presence.
Mauricio responded that the arrangement was fortunate. Slave had had to give
up a more high powered position in order to dedicate himself to total
slavery. Slave added that the career sacrifice was well worth it in order to
be Mauricio's slave.

The evening continued like this with light conversation and friendly
sharing. After we cleared, Sir suggested that we go to the living room. Sir
and Mauricio took the large leather chairs. Slave sat between Mauricio's
legs and i between Sir's. After two brandies, Sir was very animated. He
suggested that slave and i start to become familiar with each other. He
opened the drawer of the end table and brought out a double-dildo with a
large head on each side. "Mauricio, do you think boy and slave should show
us how they can cum without touching their cocks?" Mauricio applauded with a
smile and said "Certainly." So we were ordered to stand back to back. The
dildo was lubed then inserted in slave's ready and willing asshole. Then
they told me to back into it as Sir fitted it into my asshole too. Mauricio
stood in front of slave and Sir in front of me. Sir looked me in the eyes
and spoke. "Boy, start to fuck the dildo. Look me in the eyes and let me
know how much you want to make me proud of you." i began with slow
gyrations, finding a rhythm to match slave's, and feeling his ass cheeks rub
mine very erotically. i kept my gaze on Sir, letting him know without
speaking that although it was another man's body caressing mine that every
muscle movement of pleasure really was directed by and belonged to him. Each
staring into our masters' eyes we slowly fucked each others ass.

After a while of my being in a near hypnotic trance of pure sexual
submission to Sir, Sir and Mauricio caught each other's glance and they both
said simultaneously "CUM". Both slave and i came simultaneously. i was
quick enough to catch all of my cum in my hand, ready to eat it on command.
Slave missed several drops. One hit his Master's shoe. Mauricio's face went
stone serious. He quickly slapped slave across the face. Slave accepted the
slap. He dropped to his knees and with his ass high in the air he began
cleaning his Master's shoe with his tongue. Mauricio ignored what he was
doing and directed his attention to Sir. "George, could you tell your boy to
rub his cum in slave's face and hair. He will leave here tonight shirtless,
covered in cum. Maybe he'll learn not to be so clumsy in the future.

Sir ordered me to do what Mauricio requested. i rubbed the cum in slave's
hair and face when he finished cleaning Mauricio's shoes. Then i got
Mauricio his overcoat. Slave put it on him and then put on his own pants and
shoes. He left his shirt. Although it was only in the low 60's that evening,
slave was going to walk to the car and drive his master home with a
cum-stained face. i wondered if his master would make a stop somewhere so
that slave could be further humiliated.

When they left, Sir turned to me. "You've done well tonight boy. I am happy
with your progress. Then he added. I want to sit and read for a bit. Come
kneel at my feet." i eagerly followed him and knelt with my head facing his
crotch. Seeing me staring at his crotch he said "That's good boy. I am going
to open my pants. I want you to study my cock and balls. I want you to
concentrate on them and on how much you want to give them pleasure. Focus
your entire attention on them. Let your mind give me the best blow job you
have ever given. Think about how hungry your tongue is for my cock, how much
you want my cock to own your mouth. Don't speak but think about how much you
want to dedicate yourself to this cock." Sir didn't have to say any of those
words. i was already the slave to this man and to his cock, even though i
hadn't touched it yet.





The taller of Pete's slaves returned in just a minute. He had a pair of
underpants in his hand. He came to my cage and stood above me, smiling
slyly. "Boy, your master left these for you to sniff and chew on. Lick my
cock and then I'll give them to you. i got very excited at the thought of
having something of Sir with me to allow me to feel his presence. i put my
face up to the bars of the cage, trying to reach the underpants. Instead of
the underwear, i got the slave's erect cock. i started to lick his cock,
eagerly. i wasn't thinking about his cock or his pleasure. Rather i was
thinking about Sir and how much i wanted him to be happy with my training.
"Slow down, doggie" grunted the slave "I like a nice slow blowjob. You're
going to get plenty of time to learn before you pass this course." Then he
pulled back his cock and threw the underpants into the cage. I took them
between my paws and brought them up to my mouth and nose. I whimpered in joy
at having Sir's odor in my face. My cock was hard and my ass was high, like
it was waiting for him to come into the room to slap it and fuck me. i
didn't care that the poor dog named Juan was watching me nearly have an
orgasm over a pair of underpants. i could see from his rock hard cock that
he was enjoying the performance he was seeing.

After about an hour the two slaves returned. Speaking to Juan, one of them
said "Hey Chihuahua, let's see how you do today. You know that your master
has plans for you once we teach you to submit without question. It's a good
deal for a street mutt like you. He wants to civilize you and educate you so
that you can be his full time slave. Not many hustlers like you get this
chance." With that, the slave opened Juan's cage door and pulled him out. It
was only then that I noticed that Juan had a steel bar holding his hands
apart at shoulder width, with manacles on his wrists. The slave said to Juan
"I am going to take the ball gag out but you will speak with respect today
or your punishment will be worse than yesterday." The fearful look in Juan's
eyes said that he was not going to cross the slave today. When the ball gag
came off Juan started to lick the slave's hand in gratitude. The slave
tousled his hair and played a bit with his mouth, saying "There now, isn't
that better?" Juan didn't answer with words but with a yap like a dog "woof,
woof".

The other slave opened my cage door and led me out. It was obvious that my
treatment was much different from Juan's. i was already broken by their
standards. So what was my training?

With one of them in front of Juan and one behind him they ordered me to get
on my back underneath Juan so that i could suck on his cock. Then the one
behind penetrated Juan, not violently or too quickly but slowly and very
sensuously. "You're going to learn to beg for your master's cock up your ass
Chihuahua." Now open your mouth and start working on Slave Mike's cock. and
you, doggie, start working Chihuahua's cock. Juan didn't do as he was told
immediately. He muttered under his breath, "I don't suck cock, maricones."
Slave Mike slapped Juan across the face with full force. The slave behind
him did not allow Juan to fall. Slave Mike said without anger "You want to
apologize to us all for that comment don't you cuntmouth?" To which Juan
replied with tears in his eyes and the look of fear again "Yes, Sirs, I am
sorry. I am the cuntmouth maricon here. Please let me suck your cock Sir."
Slave Mike smiled and responded, "Very good Chihuahua, a little
self-recognition is creeping in there. That's good."

Then this huge fuck machine started in motion. Slave Joe in back working
Juan's ass with slow gyrations. Juan sucking Slave Mike's cock equally
slowly. And me underneath suck Juan's humongous piece of Latin cock while my
mind focused almost completely on Sir. i wished that Sir could be watching
me now to see how much i would humiliate myself as a mark of love and
respect for him.

Our exercise went on for a very long time. Then Master Pete came into the
training room. He nodded approvingly and spoke to his slaves. "Keep working
on the jumping bean. I am going to take Sir George's boy to start some
mind-sex training with him" With that he literally pulled me out from under
Juan by my legs and led me on my leash to another part of the room. He had
me jump up on a leather table. With me in doggie position he took my cock in
his very warm hands and started pulling it sensuously. Are you thinking
about your Sir, pup?" i knew that i was not expected to speak with words so
i yapped in assent. He said "Good, I want you to close your eyes and think
about your Sir. Imagine that his hands are touching you. Any pleasure or
pain you feel belongs to him. Your body and your mind and your heart belong
to him, don't they?" i didn't even make a woof. i whimpered in agreement and
let my mind focus on all of my memories of Sir. Master Pete continued to
milk my cock until i came. He told me to lick the cum up off of the leather
table and then he continued to massage slowly. i was still hard but was not
restored enough to cum again soon. Master Pete just kept milking me,
occasionally stopping to caress and pinch my nipples, especially after he
saw how the responded. i came again after about a half hour of this. Master
Pete kept speaking in a low, hypnotic voice through all of the milking. "You
are thinking about Sir George boy. You are releasing all the tension and
control in your body." "You want Sir to have complete control" i couldn't
cum again. My cock was tired but Master Pete continued. Sensing how my body
was tensing up after my sexual release, he kept speaking to me. "Let go of
the muscle control pup. It isn't about your pleasure, it is about making
your master happy. Feel him possess your body; release its control to him."

With these and similar words Master Pete continued to milk me, periodically
massaging my ass and tits and other parts of my body. Although i could not
cum, i could feel the blood flowing warmly to each part of my body as Master
Pete spoke. And that part of my body became extremely aroused and
responsive. Always with my mind focused on Sir. Pete occasionally took the
pair of underpants and held them up to my nose so i could smell Sir and
renew the force of his presence.

This exercise went on for hours. i came two more times but it wasn't the
cumming that was important. Rather, it was the feeling of totally
surrendering my body to Sir, even in his absence. There was an electricity
running through my body and mind that i had never felt before. Anywhere on
my body that i was touched immediately surrendered to Sir. He owned me
completely.

When Master Pete decided we were done, I was exhausted. He led me back to my
cage, saying, "Now you are going to drink some water, eat some dog chow and
sleep for a while. When you get up you will do your daily exercise,
stretching and be massaged to keep you in top shape for Sir George. Then the
training will continue." When we reached the dog dishes, he held me back a
bit with the leash and said "Show some gratitude for this morning pup." i
started to lick his boots appreciatively, eyes closed imagining Sir. He
pulled me up by the leash and directed my mouth to his now exposed cock. I
slowly started to massage his cock with my tongues, taking his balls into my
mouth and playing gently with them. i was thinking all the time about Sir
and wanted to treat Master Pete's cock and balls as if they were Sir's. When
he had enough, Master Pete let me drink, lapping up the water without
spilling any, and eat the bits of food in my food dish. Then he led my into
my cage, passed my a pair of Sir-scented underpants and left me to curl up
and nap.


The taller of Pete's slaves returned in just a minute. He had a pair of
underpants in his hand. He came to my cage and stood above me, smiling
slyly. "Boy, your master left these for you to sniff and chew on. Lick my
cock and then I'll give them to you. i got very excited at the thought of
having something of Sir with me to allow me to feel his presence. i put my
face up to the bars of the cage, trying to reach the underpants. Instead of
the underwear, i got the slave's erect cock. i started to lick his cock,
eagerly. i wasn't thinking about his cock or his pleasure. Rather i was
thinking about Sir and how much i wanted him to be happy with my training.
"Slow down, doggie" grunted the slave "I like a nice slow blowjob. You're
going to get plenty of time to learn before you pass this course." Then he
pulled back his cock and threw the underpants into the cage. I took them
between my paws and brought them up to my mouth and nose. I whimpered in joy
at having Sir's odor in my face. My cock was hard and my ass was high, like
it was waiting for him to come into the room to slap it and fuck me. i
didn't care that the poor dog named Juan was watching me nearly have an
orgasm over a pair of underpants. i could see from his rock hard cock that
he was enjoying the performance he was seeing.

After about an hour the two slaves returned. Speaking to Juan, one of them
said "Hey Chihuahua, let's see how you do today. You know that your master
has plans for you once we teach you to submit without question. It's a good
deal for a street mutt like you. He wants to civilize you and educate you so
that you can be his full time slave. Not many hustlers like you get this
chance." With that, the slave opened Juan's cage door and pulled him out. It
was only then that I noticed that Juan had a steel bar holding his hands
apart at shoulder width, with manacles on his wrists. The slave said to Juan
"I am going to take the ball gag out but you will speak with respect today
or your punishment will be worse than yesterday." The fearful look in Juan's
eyes said that he was not going to cross the slave today. When the ball gag
came off Juan started to lick the slave's hand in gratitude. The slave
tousled his hair and played a bit with his mouth, saying "There now, isn't
that better?" Juan didn't answer with words but with a yap like a dog "woof,
woof".

The other slave opened my cage door and led me out. It was obvious that my
treatment was much different from Juan's. i was already broken by their
standards. So what was my training?

With one of them in front of Juan and one behind him they ordered me to get
on my back underneath Juan so that i could suck on his cock. Then the one
behind penetrated Juan, not violently or too quickly but slowly and very
sensuously. "You're going to learn to beg for your master's cock up your ass
Chihuahua." Now open your mouth and start working on Slave Mike's cock. and
you, doggie, start working Chihuahua's cock. Juan didn't do as he was told
immediately. He muttered under his breath, "I don't suck cock, maricones."
Slave Mike slapped Juan across the face with full force. The slave behind
him did not allow Juan to fall. Slave Mike said without anger "You want to
apologize to us all for that comment don't you cuntmouth?" To which Juan
replied with tears in his eyes and the look of fear again "Yes, Sirs, I am
sorry. I am the cuntmouth maricon here. Please let me suck your cock Sir."
Slave Mike smiled and responded, "Very good Chihuahua, a little
self-recognition is creeping in there. That's good."

Then this huge fuck machine started in motion. Slave Joe in back working
Juan's ass with slow gyrations. Juan sucking Slave Mike's cock equally
slowly. And me underneath suck Juan's humongous piece of Latin cock while my
mind focused almost completely on Sir. i wished that Sir could be watching
me now to see how much i would humiliate myself as a mark of love and
respect for him.

Our exercise went on for a very long time. Then Master Pete came into the
training room. He nodded approvingly and spoke to his slaves. "Keep working
on the jumping bean. I am going to take Sir George's boy to start some
mind-sex training with him" With that he literally pulled me out from under
Juan by my legs and led me on my leash to another part of the room. He had
me jump up on a leather table. With me in doggie position he took my cock in
his very warm hands and started pulling it sensuously. Are you thinking
about your Sir, pup?" i knew that i was not expected to speak with words so
i yapped in assent. He said "Good, I want you to close your eyes and think
about your Sir. Imagine that his hands are touching you. Any pleasure or
pain you feel belongs to him. Your body and your mind and your heart belong
to him, don't they?" i didn't even make a woof. i whimpered in agreement and
let my mind focus on all of my memories of Sir. Master Pete continued to
milk my cock until i came. He told me to lick the cum up off of the leather
table and then he continued to massage slowly. i was still hard but was not
restored enough to cum again soon. Master Pete just kept milking me,
occasionally stopping to caress and pinch my nipples, especially after he
saw how the responded. i came again after about a half hour of this. Master
Pete kept speaking in a low, hypnotic voice through all of the milking. "You
are thinking about Sir George boy. You are releasing all the tension and
control in your body." "You want Sir to have complete control" i couldn't
cum again. My cock was tired but Master Pete continued. Sensing how my body
was tensing up after my sexual release, he kept speaking to me. "Let go of
the muscle control pup. It isn't about your pleasure, it is about making
your master happy. Feel him possess your body; release its control to him."

With these and similar words Master Pete continued to milk me, periodically
massaging my ass and tits and other parts of my body. Although i could not
cum, i could feel the blood flowing warmly to each part of my body as Master
Pete spoke. And that part of my body became extremely aroused and
responsive. Always with my mind focused on Sir. Pete occasionally took the
pair of underpants and held them up to my nose so i could smell Sir and
renew the force of his presence.

This exercise went on for hours. i came two more times but it wasn't the
cumming that was important. Rather, it was the feeling of totally
surrendering my body to Sir, even in his absence. There was an electricity
running through my body and mind that i had never felt before. Anywhere on
my body that i was touched immediately surrendered to Sir. He owned me
completely.

When Master Pete decided we were done, I was exhausted. He led me back to my
cage, saying, "Now you are going to drink some water, eat some dog chow and
sleep for a while. When you get up you will do your daily exercise,
stretching and be massaged to keep you in top shape for Sir George. Then the
training will continue." When we reached the dog dishes, he held me back a
bit with the leash and said "Show some gratitude for this morning pup." i
started to lick his boots appreciatively, eyes closed imagining Sir. He
pulled me up by the leash and directed my mouth to his now exposed cock. I
slowly started to massage his cock with my tongues, taking his balls into my
mouth and playing gently with them. i was thinking all the time about Sir
and wanted to treat Master Pete's cock and balls as if they were Sir's. When
he had enough, Master Pete let me drink, lapping up the water without
spilling any, and eat the bits of food in my food dish. Then he led my into
my cage, passed my a pair of Sir-scented underpants and left me to curl up
and nap.


i woke up the next morning with an acute need to piss. Master was still
asleep so i
went into the bathroom and pissed. Then i washed my face, brushed my teeth,
and gargled to look good for Master. i returned to bed and lay down lower on
my bed taking his limp cock into my mouth to obey my orders of the night
before. Nothing ever seemed more natural than to have his cock in my mouth,
tasting the salty residue from last night's sex and making sure that he was
cradled in warm comfort. Absentmindedly at first, i began to massage and
suck on his cock, gently, not to arouse him but to study the veins and
muscles of the cock i wanted to arouse and excite and serve. Master started
to wake up slowly. When he opened his eyes he saw what i was doing and
smiled contentedly. Then he started to let a slow stream of piss escape. I
tightened my face muscles to close a seal around his cock and suck his piss
down like a baby suckling. When he finished emptying his bladder he spoke
for the first time. "Go run the shower and while I am getting ready prepare
our breakfast."

Since i was just now beginning my life of permanent slavery it occurred to
me while i hurried downstairs that i would be spending much of my life
naked, scurrying about fulfilling orders. i was really happy about this and,
once more noted that as i thought about Master, my cock swelled and got rock
hard. As i prepared breakfast it remained hard and when Master came into the
kitchen i was completely erect. i didn't know if i was supposed to set one
place or two for breakfast but risked it and set for only Master, not
wanting to displease him. He noted the setting approvingly and smiled at me.
"Lie down on the table slave. I want to enjoy the sight of you as my place
mat, a place mat with a huge hard-on." I lay on the table with my cock in
the air, arms at my side. Master placed his plate on my belly and his coffee
cup on my chest. i had to lay very still, not breathing too deeply to
balance while Master ate off of me. When he noticed the pre-cum seeping from
my cock he bathed forkfuls of food in it "Open wide, slave" i opened my
mouth for my cum-soaked breakfast, happy to be entertaining Master in this
way.

When breakfast was finished, i cleaned the table and washed the dishes.
Master read the paper until i presented myself on my knees in front of him.
He said "Slave, we have a gym date at 3:00 with some friends of mine then we
are having dinner at their home. I will present you as my new partner. In
all things you will act like my partner with no hint that you are my slave.
I expect you to engage in conversation freely without restraint of any
kind."

Although part of me was really looking forward to calling Master George and
engaging with him as an equal, i was also pretty nervous about the visit. i
had not been treated as an equal by Master since our first evening together.
i didn't know if i'd be able to pull off being his partner. Subservience was
now ingrained in me. And all this being said by the man who just used me as
a placemat and a napkin and had chuckled as he played with my cock with his
fork.

Before the gym date, i cleaned house and sat at my slave desk doing some
work -- all naked of course. When it was just about time to go, Master told
me to come and get dressed. i dressed and packed my gym bag. We drove side
by side to the gym. i was confused because i didn't know if he was Master or
George at the moment. As if reading my thoughts, he massaged the back of