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I was using an online dating site to appease my hidden desire to be another man's sex slave. I won't mention which site. It matters little. At any rate I began conversing with a man who had sent me an email on the site with a photo of his cock and balls. The subject line was 'Hi Slut!" and the body of the message was equally blunt.
"I am in need of a slave to serve my needs. You may apply for the position."
It got my heart racing and my cock swelling. I am sure the bluntness of the message was what prompted me to reply to him. You see I have had submissive experiences before, a long time ago, and need someone in control to bring them out again.
"Looks tasty. I would like to apply, Sir." I replied. My heart was racing so much I was shaking when I hit 'send'.
The next day I had a return reply from DomSir, which was his handle on the site. Seeing his name and that I had a message made me instantly hard and nervous. Again my heart was pounding as I opened his email. I saw it had an attachment, but read the text first this time.
"Good boy. You'll be eating this a lot also if I like your application. Tell me what, if any, experience you have sucking cock."
The image was a picture of his ass from below, as if he were going to sit down. I found it as exciting as the picture of his cock. That evening I jerked off to the pictures of his cock and ass, imagining what they would taste like.
I sent him a rather lengthy note about my experiences with my cousins when I was young. I also sent him one about my experience as a teenager, sucking my friend off. I included the part where I went to rinse out my mouth and how I kind of wish that my friend had made me suck him again when I returned, but he didn't.
For a few days I heard nothing. Great, I had told some stranger my story and he wasn't even going to continue. Oh well, I thought, it's probably for the best.
His reply finally came when I wasn't expecting it.
"Nice reading, slut. You may apply in person for the opening. Next week Monday at 11:00, or Wednesday at 11:00. Plan for a 2 hour or more interview. Let me know which day you can make it and I will send you directions and instructions."
I replied that Monday worked, and thanked him for the interview. He sent me back instructions almost immediately. What I should wear and what I should tell the receptionist at his office. Monday I was nervous as hell as I drove to his office building and entered. I nearly leapt out of my skin when the raven haired beauty behind the counter asked how she could help me.
"I'm here to see Mr. Small about the support opening." I said, which is exactly what I had been told to say.
She smiled at me a little and said "Okay. I see you're a couple minutes early. Good. I'll let Mr. Small know you are here."
She got up and walked down the hall. I couldn't help but watch her lovely round ass sway as she went. 'I'd love to eat her ass.' I thought to myself. I sat for a few minutes before she returned.
"Mr. Small will see you now. Please follow me."
"Thank you." I said. Although I was thinking 'I'd follow you anywhere.'
We went past a few offices and conference rooms before she stopped at an open door.
"Troy, your support applicant is here." She said as we entered the room.
"Thank you, Sylvia." he said as she was exiting and closing the door. "Let's get this interview started."
He rose from his chair and extended a hand to me as if to shake my hand. I began to extend my hand when I realized that he was not wearing any pants. His long cock swung forward as he stepped towards me. The shock on my face must have been evident to him as his hand reached its destination, which was not my hand. His hand went quickly and solidly to my groin. As soon as his hand hit my groin he clutched my cock and balls in his fist and squeezed hard. Using his strong arm to guide me by the crotch we moved around the desk.
"Strip!" he commanded, releasing my tender groin.
I began to undress, shaking from my nerves and wondering what I was in for. At least other people knew I was here. Nothing too bad could happen, right.
"Try to relax, slut." he said. "You're here to apply for my slave, right. How did you expect the interview to begin? Name rank and serial number?" he laughed.
"No." I chuckled a little. "I didn't know what to expect." I was naked now, wondering what I should do next.
He turned toward me and stood in front of me for a minute. His large dark cock caught my attention instantly and I tried not to stare.
"It's okay to stare, slut." he said. "After all you'll get to know this man really well. So just stare for a minute."
As I stared his cock started to grow a little. "Seems you like what you see." he commented as my own stiffening cock.
"Now let me take a look at you, slut. Stand up." he slowly walked around my body. I jumped a little when his hand touched my ass. "Hmm, we'll have to calm these nerves if you're to be my slave. Can't have you jumping everything I touch what's mine." His hand trailed around my hip to my crotch. He stroked my cock a few times, making me turgid. "This responds well enough." releasing my cock his hand moved away. Quick as lightning, his hand slapped up into my balls. My gut tightened and my breath caught in my throat. My hips flinched back, but I quickly returned to standing.
"Good response, slut. Now show me what you can do with a man's cock."
Sitting in the chair he parted his legs and leaned back in his chair. I knelt before him and began stroking his long cock. It took only a few strokes for him to be solid as a rod. It was then I bent my head forward and sucked just the bulbous head between my lips. His heady aroma filled my nostrils and a drop or two of precum slide over my tongue. It's salty flavor actually making my own cock pulse to life inside my shorts. I sucked the head for a bit while continuing to stroke his shaft.
"More. Deeper, slut." he said.
He put a hand on my head and gently, but firmly pushed my head further down his shaft. When he released me I bobbed back up, then slide myself down. After a few repetitions, I felt his head pushing against the back of my throat. I tried to take him farther in, but started to gag. Up and down I went, taking him in as far as I could. He sat back and enjoyed. I felt his balls begin to tighten up and realized that soon he would be cumming.
"No spitting this time, slut." he said as it reading my thoughts. He clamped my head between his thigs. "You're going to swallow my full load." A moment or two later he erupted down my throat. His cum spurted once, twice, three times into my mouth.
"Swallow it, slut." he commanded. "Swallow masters cum."
Having little choice, I obeyed, swallowing his sticky, salty, hot cum. He released my head and stood.
"Not a bad start, slut. But you are applying for the open support position too, aren't you?"
"I guess I am."
He slapped my face. "Don't guess, know!" he repeated the question.
"Yes, I am."
Another slap. "'Yes, I am' what?"
"Yes, Sir. I am, Sir." I replied again.
"Then let's get you into position." He pushed his chair back and pulled another chair over from behind me. "Sit here." he indicated a little platform in front of the chair that looked like it was a foot rest. "Lean back." he said pushing my head back. "Arms." I gave them to him. He strapped my arms to the arm rests of the chair. Then he pushed the chair, and me, to be at his desk. I watched as he straddled my chest and started to sit down. It was then I fully realized that he was going to try me out as a chair. I tried to turn my head, but he straightened me out with a crop applied to my balls, and a hand pushing my head back.
"Now you never said you turned your head away in your application. A good slave let's master sit on his face." With that his ass was pressing down on my face. He adjusted himself a little, wiggling sideways, back, forth, getting settled just right on my face. His anus was over the bridge of my nose, I think. I couldn't see anything. His cheeks pressed hard against my eyes. I opened my mouth and found I could breath. Each breath tainted with his warmth as I breathed past his balls.
"Not bad. Comfortable, Slut?" he chuckled. "Not that it matters. I'm comfortable. Now as a point of interest, if you make too much of a fuss down there I will punish you." he rolled his hips forward a little, his balls descended and covered my mouth. With my hands out of commission and my head trapped in his cleft, I couldn't free my mouth. I was now sealed under him with no hope of air, save by his grace.
He leaned back again and I gasped in air. I felt the chair him and me move forward.
"I have some work to do during our interview. I'll let you know how you do as my chair."
He ignored me for a while as I remained under his ass. He occasionally leaned forward, sealing my mouth under his balls. He didn't do this for long, just enough for me to start struggling, then he sat back up. Then I heard him typing on his desk. A few minutes later he called for Sylvia. And a minute after that I heard her voice in his office.
"You called, sir." she said.
"Can you file these for me, please." he said. "I'm in the middle of an interview and I don't want to leave it unattended."
"Certainly. I'd be happy to. Good luck with the interviewee."
My heart was again racing as the realization sank in that she knew where I was and what was being done to me and all she said was 'good luck'! As the man on my face moved I was able to look up at the ceiling past his round ass. I remembered the email he said I would be eating his ass too. I didn't realize that meant I would be his chair. And yet, on some level I was enjoying his weight pressing down on my face.
For what seemed like hours, Master just sat on my face working, smothering me occasionally. Then he stood and turned around. I thought my head would float to the ceiling without his weight keeping it down. I watched as he positioned himself facing me and lowered his balls to my mouth.
"Suck them." he commanded. I sucked his testicles into my mouth, rolling them as much as I could with my tongue.
Withdrawing his balls from my mouth he slid forward as much as he could. "Lick my ass." he commanded pressing his anus down. "Stretch that dirty tongue out to lick my ass hole."
His balls hung in my eyes, his erect, dark cock sticking up from my face. I extended my tongue and licked his ass hole. His dank, earthy taste filled my mouth. He ground his anus into my mouth for a short time before again putting his balls in my mouth. Leaning forward a little, he rolled his hips back and pointed his thick cock to my mouth.
"Eat it." he begins to descend. "You're going to deep throat this cock." He could see the shock in my face. "Oh yeah, this chair also tilts your head just right to line up your throat and mouth so I can fuck you to the hilt." he continues his descent into my mouth. His head pushes against my throat and hits my gag reflex, I start to choke and gag. He pulls out a little, then quickly lowers down again, making me choke once more.
"Come on, slut. Swallow this thing. Eat masters cock like the slut bitch you are." he raises a little, then descends all the way, forcing his cock down my throat, past my gag reflex. I struggle to breath as I gag and cough with his thick cock expanding my throat. gurgling sounds fill his office as he grinds his groin into my mouth. He lifts again, all the way out and I sputter and cough.
"You've got it." he says stepping to the side. "That feels so good." He faces the desk and swings his leg over the back of the chair. This time he leans forward on the desk and lowers his cock into my open mouth. Forcing himself past my gag reflex he grinds against my face again as I cough and gag. his balls dangling in my eyes. I swallow and Master immediately encourages me. "Yeah, that's it. Swallow my cock." My throat swallows again and again. He descends a little each time I swallow as if I really am swallowing his cock. Finally, his balls are covering my nose and I am struggling for any air. With a final swallow from me and a thrust from him, his cock erupts down my gullet. His cum sliding down into my stomach.
After he comes he pulls out of my mouth. In one smooth motion, he pulls out, and sits on my face, his cock dripping on my neck and chest as his ass again crushes down on my face.
I feel his hand stroking my erection.
"You enjoyed that too, slut, didn't you? Lick my ass if you enjoyed being my fuck toy."
I licked his ass as best I could with his weight on me.
"I thought so." he released my right hand. "Jerk yourself off while you eat my ass, slut."
He sat up a little more so his asshole was again pressing into my mouth. I began licking his ass and stroking my cock.
"Soon you'll learn that the only way for you to cum is with your tongue in somebody’s asshole."
It was only too soon before I orgasmed. My cum spurting onto the floor as I pressed my face hard into his ass, with my tongue deep inside his smooth tight passage.
Master got up and released me. He pushed my face to the floor. "Lick it up, slut. Always clean up after yourself." I obeyed and licked my own semen from the floor under his desk.
"So, now that you know what the position is, are you still interested in being my support slave?" he asked as I stood up.
"Yes, sir." I honestly said. And I meant it. I was hoping this was not going to be just a one-time thing.
"Assume the position."
This time I got on the chair on my own without any direction from him. He commented about how quickly I learned as he cuffed my hands to the arm rests. Then without any ceremony, he pulled his chair to the desk and sat on my face again.
"I'll have Sylvia email you with dates for your second interview." he decided.
Again I didn't reply. My entire face was buried in the cleft of his ass so I couldn't have spoken even if I has been expected to. He again called Sylvia in and spoke to her while on my face.
"We are going to need a second interview, Sylvia. Please arrange it on an appropriate day."
"Certainly sir. Are we looking for a half or full day?"
"Let's start in the morning and we can go all day if needed."
"Of course. I'll send an email right now."
When Master Small finally released me I watched his ass rise with both a sense of relief and regret.
"Clear your schedule for the day Sylvia sent you, Slut. See you then." Master said as he put his pants back on.
I left and noticed that I had been there for nearly two hours. I headed home and thought about what happened and where this might be leading. I checked my email right away at home and found what I was looking for. Sylvia sent me an email for me to come in again Thursday of that week.
I made arrangements to take the day off from work and eagerly, but nervously looked forward to Thursday at 8:00, which is when I was told to arrive.
"I am in need of a slave to serve my needs. You may apply for the position."
It got my heart racing and my cock swelling. I am sure the bluntness of the message was what prompted me to reply to him. You see I have had submissive experiences before, a long time ago, and need someone in control to bring them out again.
"Looks tasty. I would like to apply, Sir." I replied. My heart was racing so much I was shaking when I hit 'send'.
The next day I had a return reply from DomSir, which was his handle on the site. Seeing his name and that I had a message made me instantly hard and nervous. Again my heart was pounding as I opened his email. I saw it had an attachment, but read the text first this time.
"Good boy. You'll be eating this a lot also if I like your application. Tell me what, if any, experience you have sucking cock."
The image was a picture of his ass from below, as if he were going to sit down. I found it as exciting as the picture of his cock. That evening I jerked off to the pictures of his cock and ass, imagining what they would taste like.
I sent him a rather lengthy note about my experiences with my cousins when I was young. I also sent him one about my experience as a teenager, sucking my friend off. I included the part where I went to rinse out my mouth and how I kind of wish that my friend had made me suck him again when I returned, but he didn't.
For a few days I heard nothing. Great, I had told some stranger my story and he wasn't even going to continue. Oh well, I thought, it's probably for the best.
His reply finally came when I wasn't expecting it.
"Nice reading, slut. You may apply in person for the opening. Next week Monday at 11:00, or Wednesday at 11:00. Plan for a 2 hour or more interview. Let me know which day you can make it and I will send you directions and instructions."
I replied that Monday worked, and thanked him for the interview. He sent me back instructions almost immediately. What I should wear and what I should tell the receptionist at his office. Monday I was nervous as hell as I drove to his office building and entered. I nearly leapt out of my skin when the raven haired beauty behind the counter asked how she could help me.
"I'm here to see Mr. Small about the support opening." I said, which is exactly what I had been told to say.
She smiled at me a little and said "Okay. I see you're a couple minutes early. Good. I'll let Mr. Small know you are here."
She got up and walked down the hall. I couldn't help but watch her lovely round ass sway as she went. 'I'd love to eat her ass.' I thought to myself. I sat for a few minutes before she returned.
"Mr. Small will see you now. Please follow me."
"Thank you." I said. Although I was thinking 'I'd follow you anywhere.'
We went past a few offices and conference rooms before she stopped at an open door.
"Troy, your support applicant is here." She said as we entered the room.
"Thank you, Sylvia." he said as she was exiting and closing the door. "Let's get this interview started."
He rose from his chair and extended a hand to me as if to shake my hand. I began to extend my hand when I realized that he was not wearing any pants. His long cock swung forward as he stepped towards me. The shock on my face must have been evident to him as his hand reached its destination, which was not my hand. His hand went quickly and solidly to my groin. As soon as his hand hit my groin he clutched my cock and balls in his fist and squeezed hard. Using his strong arm to guide me by the crotch we moved around the desk.
"Strip!" he commanded, releasing my tender groin.
I began to undress, shaking from my nerves and wondering what I was in for. At least other people knew I was here. Nothing too bad could happen, right.
"Try to relax, slut." he said. "You're here to apply for my slave, right. How did you expect the interview to begin? Name rank and serial number?" he laughed.
"No." I chuckled a little. "I didn't know what to expect." I was naked now, wondering what I should do next.
He turned toward me and stood in front of me for a minute. His large dark cock caught my attention instantly and I tried not to stare.
"It's okay to stare, slut." he said. "After all you'll get to know this man really well. So just stare for a minute."
As I stared his cock started to grow a little. "Seems you like what you see." he commented as my own stiffening cock.
"Now let me take a look at you, slut. Stand up." he slowly walked around my body. I jumped a little when his hand touched my ass. "Hmm, we'll have to calm these nerves if you're to be my slave. Can't have you jumping everything I touch what's mine." His hand trailed around my hip to my crotch. He stroked my cock a few times, making me turgid. "This responds well enough." releasing my cock his hand moved away. Quick as lightning, his hand slapped up into my balls. My gut tightened and my breath caught in my throat. My hips flinched back, but I quickly returned to standing.
"Good response, slut. Now show me what you can do with a man's cock."
Sitting in the chair he parted his legs and leaned back in his chair. I knelt before him and began stroking his long cock. It took only a few strokes for him to be solid as a rod. It was then I bent my head forward and sucked just the bulbous head between my lips. His heady aroma filled my nostrils and a drop or two of precum slide over my tongue. It's salty flavor actually making my own cock pulse to life inside my shorts. I sucked the head for a bit while continuing to stroke his shaft.
"More. Deeper, slut." he said.
He put a hand on my head and gently, but firmly pushed my head further down his shaft. When he released me I bobbed back up, then slide myself down. After a few repetitions, I felt his head pushing against the back of my throat. I tried to take him farther in, but started to gag. Up and down I went, taking him in as far as I could. He sat back and enjoyed. I felt his balls begin to tighten up and realized that soon he would be cumming.
"No spitting this time, slut." he said as it reading my thoughts. He clamped my head between his thigs. "You're going to swallow my full load." A moment or two later he erupted down my throat. His cum spurted once, twice, three times into my mouth.
"Swallow it, slut." he commanded. "Swallow masters cum."
Having little choice, I obeyed, swallowing his sticky, salty, hot cum. He released my head and stood.
"Not a bad start, slut. But you are applying for the open support position too, aren't you?"
"I guess I am."
He slapped my face. "Don't guess, know!" he repeated the question.
"Yes, I am."
Another slap. "'Yes, I am' what?"
"Yes, Sir. I am, Sir." I replied again.
"Then let's get you into position." He pushed his chair back and pulled another chair over from behind me. "Sit here." he indicated a little platform in front of the chair that looked like it was a foot rest. "Lean back." he said pushing my head back. "Arms." I gave them to him. He strapped my arms to the arm rests of the chair. Then he pushed the chair, and me, to be at his desk. I watched as he straddled my chest and started to sit down. It was then I fully realized that he was going to try me out as a chair. I tried to turn my head, but he straightened me out with a crop applied to my balls, and a hand pushing my head back.
"Now you never said you turned your head away in your application. A good slave let's master sit on his face." With that his ass was pressing down on my face. He adjusted himself a little, wiggling sideways, back, forth, getting settled just right on my face. His anus was over the bridge of my nose, I think. I couldn't see anything. His cheeks pressed hard against my eyes. I opened my mouth and found I could breath. Each breath tainted with his warmth as I breathed past his balls.
"Not bad. Comfortable, Slut?" he chuckled. "Not that it matters. I'm comfortable. Now as a point of interest, if you make too much of a fuss down there I will punish you." he rolled his hips forward a little, his balls descended and covered my mouth. With my hands out of commission and my head trapped in his cleft, I couldn't free my mouth. I was now sealed under him with no hope of air, save by his grace.
He leaned back again and I gasped in air. I felt the chair him and me move forward.
"I have some work to do during our interview. I'll let you know how you do as my chair."
He ignored me for a while as I remained under his ass. He occasionally leaned forward, sealing my mouth under his balls. He didn't do this for long, just enough for me to start struggling, then he sat back up. Then I heard him typing on his desk. A few minutes later he called for Sylvia. And a minute after that I heard her voice in his office.
"You called, sir." she said.
"Can you file these for me, please." he said. "I'm in the middle of an interview and I don't want to leave it unattended."
"Certainly. I'd be happy to. Good luck with the interviewee."
My heart was again racing as the realization sank in that she knew where I was and what was being done to me and all she said was 'good luck'! As the man on my face moved I was able to look up at the ceiling past his round ass. I remembered the email he said I would be eating his ass too. I didn't realize that meant I would be his chair. And yet, on some level I was enjoying his weight pressing down on my face.
For what seemed like hours, Master just sat on my face working, smothering me occasionally. Then he stood and turned around. I thought my head would float to the ceiling without his weight keeping it down. I watched as he positioned himself facing me and lowered his balls to my mouth.
"Suck them." he commanded. I sucked his testicles into my mouth, rolling them as much as I could with my tongue.
Withdrawing his balls from my mouth he slid forward as much as he could. "Lick my ass." he commanded pressing his anus down. "Stretch that dirty tongue out to lick my ass hole."
His balls hung in my eyes, his erect, dark cock sticking up from my face. I extended my tongue and licked his ass hole. His dank, earthy taste filled my mouth. He ground his anus into my mouth for a short time before again putting his balls in my mouth. Leaning forward a little, he rolled his hips back and pointed his thick cock to my mouth.
"Eat it." he begins to descend. "You're going to deep throat this cock." He could see the shock in my face. "Oh yeah, this chair also tilts your head just right to line up your throat and mouth so I can fuck you to the hilt." he continues his descent into my mouth. His head pushes against my throat and hits my gag reflex, I start to choke and gag. He pulls out a little, then quickly lowers down again, making me choke once more.
"Come on, slut. Swallow this thing. Eat masters cock like the slut bitch you are." he raises a little, then descends all the way, forcing his cock down my throat, past my gag reflex. I struggle to breath as I gag and cough with his thick cock expanding my throat. gurgling sounds fill his office as he grinds his groin into my mouth. He lifts again, all the way out and I sputter and cough.
"You've got it." he says stepping to the side. "That feels so good." He faces the desk and swings his leg over the back of the chair. This time he leans forward on the desk and lowers his cock into my open mouth. Forcing himself past my gag reflex he grinds against my face again as I cough and gag. his balls dangling in my eyes. I swallow and Master immediately encourages me. "Yeah, that's it. Swallow my cock." My throat swallows again and again. He descends a little each time I swallow as if I really am swallowing his cock. Finally, his balls are covering my nose and I am struggling for any air. With a final swallow from me and a thrust from him, his cock erupts down my gullet. His cum sliding down into my stomach.
After he comes he pulls out of my mouth. In one smooth motion, he pulls out, and sits on my face, his cock dripping on my neck and chest as his ass again crushes down on my face.
I feel his hand stroking my erection.
"You enjoyed that too, slut, didn't you? Lick my ass if you enjoyed being my fuck toy."
I licked his ass as best I could with his weight on me.
"I thought so." he released my right hand. "Jerk yourself off while you eat my ass, slut."
He sat up a little more so his asshole was again pressing into my mouth. I began licking his ass and stroking my cock.
"Soon you'll learn that the only way for you to cum is with your tongue in somebody’s asshole."
It was only too soon before I orgasmed. My cum spurting onto the floor as I pressed my face hard into his ass, with my tongue deep inside his smooth tight passage.
Master got up and released me. He pushed my face to the floor. "Lick it up, slut. Always clean up after yourself." I obeyed and licked my own semen from the floor under his desk.
"So, now that you know what the position is, are you still interested in being my support slave?" he asked as I stood up.
"Yes, sir." I honestly said. And I meant it. I was hoping this was not going to be just a one-time thing.
"Assume the position."
This time I got on the chair on my own without any direction from him. He commented about how quickly I learned as he cuffed my hands to the arm rests. Then without any ceremony, he pulled his chair to the desk and sat on my face again.
"I'll have Sylvia email you with dates for your second interview." he decided.
Again I didn't reply. My entire face was buried in the cleft of his ass so I couldn't have spoken even if I has been expected to. He again called Sylvia in and spoke to her while on my face.
"We are going to need a second interview, Sylvia. Please arrange it on an appropriate day."
"Certainly sir. Are we looking for a half or full day?"
"Let's start in the morning and we can go all day if needed."
"Of course. I'll send an email right now."
When Master Small finally released me I watched his ass rise with both a sense of relief and regret.
"Clear your schedule for the day Sylvia sent you, Slut. See you then." Master said as he put his pants back on.
I left and noticed that I had been there for nearly two hours. I headed home and thought about what happened and where this might be leading. I checked my email right away at home and found what I was looking for. Sylvia sent me an email for me to come in again Thursday of that week.
I made arrangements to take the day off from work and eagerly, but nervously looked forward to Thursday at 8:00, which is when I was told to arrive.
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