This is my first attempt at writing, so if it sucks...tell me so, but be nice ;-)
I have an idea for where this will end already, and it's not going to be hugely long or involved...it's kinda a fantasy i've been working on for a while. Although it may appear to contain bondage, there wont be any whips and such in this version...i dont like the pain, i like the submission :biggrin1:
If you have any comments or ideas for where else it could lead...let me know
On with the story...:
As I walked into the room I had a quick second to take in my surroundings...I spose it was a typical example of a playroom; directly in front of me was a large floor to ceiling cage, with what looked suspiciously like cuffs chained to two of the bars. To my left was a bed...wooden frame with eyelets for ropes, and a black mattress. To my right was a cross beam, with more cuffs attached to the highest two points. Rounding off the room was a length of rope hanging from the ceiling, which split into four with a loop at each end...I could guess what all these things were for...and that I was going to be getting acquainted to them soon enough.
Then I saw him...the man that I had come to see, that had ordered me to follow him into the room. 6ft of solid, sexy man. I knew from pictures that he was gym-fit, but somehow defined in the way that only men with a long history of proper manual labour can manage. At the moment he was wearing a fitted black T-shirt, leather jeans, black boots, and what looked like an annoyed expression...
What are you doing? he asked.
But... I stammered ...you told me to come in here!
He sighed, and then continued in a firm, but not angry voice Three rules...
He raised a finger First; when you are in this room you will address me as Master, or Sir. NO exceptions he raised a second finger Second; you do not talk to me like that. You do not correct me; I am your Master and am always right. He raised a third finger Third; when you enter this room, you will be naked, except for the collar and cuffs laid out for you in the other room. He raised a fourth finger Fourth; when you enter the room, you will walk to the middle of it, kneel down, and await my instructions. Am I clear?
Before I could think enough to stop myself, I said Wasnt that four rules..? I instantly regretted it when I saw the look on his face...a calm, composed, Youre going to regret that look. He raised the second finger again...Remember rule 2. Now, go back out, remember rule 3, and then come back in...
I walked out of the room, and then thought through the rules...rule three was the one about being naked. I had no problem with that. I looked around for the collar and cuffs Tr...Master (I thought I should get into the habit quickly) had mentioned, and picked them up...the cuffs were plain leather with no adornments, but the collar had a silver ring with a little tag...This should be at the front, under your chin. I stripped off my clothes, and then put on the collar and cuffs. That was when I noticed...we hadnt done anything yet, but I was hard as a rock...
When I walked back in the room, he was stood exactly where he had been before, arms crossed, waiting for me. Hed been busy though. The cage door was now open, some ropes had been added to the bed, and the cuffs on the cross-beam were undone. The thing that caught my attention last (something must have been wrong with me) was his attire...gone were the t-shirt and jeans. He was now bare-chested, with a gorgeously tempting treasure trail leading down his defined stomach to a black leather thong...which bulged sexily without appearing tight...he wasnt hard yet, but the package was already looking like a real mouthful.
Id hesitated too long drinking in the sights...he unfolded his arms, snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in the unspoken command Kneel. I didnt wait for him to tell me verbally. I moved to the centre of the room and knelt on the floor.
Good...but I shouldnt even have to gesture. Next time, you will be punished if you dont kneel before I tell you too he said in the same firm, but not angry voice. He continued Because youre still learning, I wont punish your mistakes today... he said, looking towards a rack that I hadnt noticed before...which contained what looked like whips, flails and canes. My cock twitched at the sight ...but I will after today, so you need to learn fast...
How do you think i'm going so far? good enough to continue? second part posted sometime before Sunday (i'm polishing it at the moment)
I have an idea for where this will end already, and it's not going to be hugely long or involved...it's kinda a fantasy i've been working on for a while. Although it may appear to contain bondage, there wont be any whips and such in this version...i dont like the pain, i like the submission :biggrin1:
If you have any comments or ideas for where else it could lead...let me know
On with the story...:
As I walked into the room I had a quick second to take in my surroundings...I spose it was a typical example of a playroom; directly in front of me was a large floor to ceiling cage, with what looked suspiciously like cuffs chained to two of the bars. To my left was a bed...wooden frame with eyelets for ropes, and a black mattress. To my right was a cross beam, with more cuffs attached to the highest two points. Rounding off the room was a length of rope hanging from the ceiling, which split into four with a loop at each end...I could guess what all these things were for...and that I was going to be getting acquainted to them soon enough.
Then I saw him...the man that I had come to see, that had ordered me to follow him into the room. 6ft of solid, sexy man. I knew from pictures that he was gym-fit, but somehow defined in the way that only men with a long history of proper manual labour can manage. At the moment he was wearing a fitted black T-shirt, leather jeans, black boots, and what looked like an annoyed expression...
What are you doing? he asked.
But... I stammered ...you told me to come in here!
He sighed, and then continued in a firm, but not angry voice Three rules...
He raised a finger First; when you are in this room you will address me as Master, or Sir. NO exceptions he raised a second finger Second; you do not talk to me like that. You do not correct me; I am your Master and am always right. He raised a third finger Third; when you enter this room, you will be naked, except for the collar and cuffs laid out for you in the other room. He raised a fourth finger Fourth; when you enter the room, you will walk to the middle of it, kneel down, and await my instructions. Am I clear?
Before I could think enough to stop myself, I said Wasnt that four rules..? I instantly regretted it when I saw the look on his face...a calm, composed, Youre going to regret that look. He raised the second finger again...Remember rule 2. Now, go back out, remember rule 3, and then come back in...
I walked out of the room, and then thought through the rules...rule three was the one about being naked. I had no problem with that. I looked around for the collar and cuffs Tr...Master (I thought I should get into the habit quickly) had mentioned, and picked them up...the cuffs were plain leather with no adornments, but the collar had a silver ring with a little tag...This should be at the front, under your chin. I stripped off my clothes, and then put on the collar and cuffs. That was when I noticed...we hadnt done anything yet, but I was hard as a rock...
When I walked back in the room, he was stood exactly where he had been before, arms crossed, waiting for me. Hed been busy though. The cage door was now open, some ropes had been added to the bed, and the cuffs on the cross-beam were undone. The thing that caught my attention last (something must have been wrong with me) was his attire...gone were the t-shirt and jeans. He was now bare-chested, with a gorgeously tempting treasure trail leading down his defined stomach to a black leather thong...which bulged sexily without appearing tight...he wasnt hard yet, but the package was already looking like a real mouthful.
Id hesitated too long drinking in the sights...he unfolded his arms, snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in the unspoken command Kneel. I didnt wait for him to tell me verbally. I moved to the centre of the room and knelt on the floor.
Good...but I shouldnt even have to gesture. Next time, you will be punished if you dont kneel before I tell you too he said in the same firm, but not angry voice. He continued Because youre still learning, I wont punish your mistakes today... he said, looking towards a rack that I hadnt noticed before...which contained what looked like whips, flails and canes. My cock twitched at the sight ...but I will after today, so you need to learn fast...
How do you think i'm going so far? good enough to continue? second part posted sometime before Sunday (i'm polishing it at the moment)
