Big-Eared Master - Part 3

Author: Thomas de Sade T_de_Sade@hotmail.com

The third day of John's punishment was the day I think I really became a master.  The night before, I went to bed with all sorts of doubts.  I wondered whether I had gone too far.  After John's humiliation, he seemed shell-shocked.  I also found that I enjoyed the physical punishment much more than the humiliation.

     I didn't sleep much that night.  Not only did I worry--excessively I now think--about John's punishment and whether I was going too far, but I also was practicing physical punishment on my own body.  I wanted to learn exactly how much pain a strap would cause.  I was also experimenting with clothespins on various parts of my body--especially the nipple area.  I had decided that the third day would center around some mild nipple torture and I wanted to know exactly what John would be feeling.

     When I got up the next morning, I was surprised that John was not yet up--he almost always got up earlier than I did, and it was nearly 9 a.m.  I opened the door to his room.  John was lying on his side and didn't turn over to look at me.

     "How're you doing this morning John?" I asked.

     He mumbled something, but still didn't turn over or look at me.

     As I stood looking at him lying there, something "clicked" in my gut and I found myself becoming very sure of myself again.

     "Get your ass out of bed, John," I said in a very calm, but firm voice.  "You have sulked just about as long as I'm going to tolerate.  If you're not kneeling on the floor in front of me in 30 seconds, you will receive a whipping that will make the last one seem mild."  And I was very, very determined that this would be the case.  For some reasons all self-doubts vanished.

     I threw the covers off of John, and he scurried to comply--he was kneeling by the bed facing me.  "Put your hands behind your neck, John," I said.  (The reader may have noticed that I was no longer using "please."  I usually am very polite in issuing my commands--I think it is important for masters to have degrees of escalation in the command voice as well as the punishments.)

     "John, you have spent all night feeling sorry for yourself.  It is time you remembered that I am the master and you are the slave.  You have wallowed in self-pity far too long."

     I took a step closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder.  "John, I do not remember you thanking me for punishing you yesterday.  You have 30 minutes to make the bed, take a shower, brush your teeth.  Then you will return to your room, kneel down and wait for me to punish you for sulking."

     I turned to leave the room.  "John, maybe you need to remember that slaves must please their masters.  I will not tolerate your becoming some shit-ass slave."

     "Yes, sir," John squeeked.  I knew that I was now following my intuition and it was becoming clear what the master-slave relationship was about.  It felt absolutely right to me.  I could see from the tenting of his front pajama bottoms that it was right for John too.  "Be ready in 30 minutes, John.  Don't disappoint me any more,"  I said, leaving the room and closing the door quietly.

     I don't think I've ever felt calmer than when I walked to the kitchen to make some coffee and eat a muffin.  Somehow I was totally at peace with my actions and with the master-slave relationship that was forming with John.  Looking back on my life, I think this is the moment I really became a master.  Although I am always deeply concerned for the lives of my slaves, I also know that I can only give them what they need if I'm sure of myself and totally in control.

     In exactly 30 minutes I opened the door to John's room.  I was pleased to see that the bed was neatly made.  I was curious about what he would (or would not wear).  I was pleased that he had on white gym shorts and a white t-shirt. 

     I have never been the sort of master to find artificial faults with my slaves unless it was part of some role-playing scenario.  I don't think a master needs an excuse to spank a slave--that is the nature of the master-slave relationship.  So I did not do some detailed inspection of his bed and his clothes--everything was in order.

     I did walk slowly around John, however.  I stood behind him for about on minute, resting my hand on his shoulder.  I then walked in front of him.  "John, are you still sulking?  Do you still feel unfairly treated?"

     "No sir, I'm sorry for sulking sir.  The punishment yesterday, sir was very hard on me.  I am always so careful about what I wear in public and how I look."

     "I know that John.  But this is a week of punishment.  Have you forgotten why you're being punished?"

     "No sir."

     "Punishment is not supposed to be pleasant, John."

     John said nothing.  I waited 30 seconds and then continued.  "You are my slave for this week John.  That means you are concerned with my feelings, my desires--not yours.  You have committed one of the most serious acts of obstinancy in forgetting this.  I am going to spank you with my hand, John.  I want you to feel my strength and will surging through you--directly--no belt--just my hand--the hand of your master."

     John was breathing very hard and trembling.  He was clearly excited and probably a little afraid too.  I guessed he was relieved that he would not have the belt--the last blow I had given him with that had been excruciatingly painful.

     I sat down on John's bed.  "Please get up John and come over here and lie down on my lap.  He got up and walked over to me.  I pulled off his gym shorts and underpants in one quick motion and took his arm and put it in a hammerlock and pulled him down over my lap.  I was not surprised that his cock was hard and throbbing.  I knew he'd explode in my lap when I started spanking him.

     Holding his hand in a hammerlock so that he wouldn't be able to move much, I began a very slow, rhythmical spanking.  At first it was not very hard, but the repeated blows gradually built up and he was soon gasping.  I ignored it completely when he exploded in my lap--well, I did spank him a little more rapidly and a little harder. I slowed down the pace, but each blow was a little harder than the previous one.  I left my hand on his ass after each blow so that he could feel the heat of my hand flowing through him.  Soon he was gasping and crying out in pain.  I knew his ass was sore, because my hand sure was.  I think I spanked him for about 15 minutes, but it seemed much longer.

     I gently released his arm and rubbed his shoulder a little.  I told him to stand up.

     "John, you've made a mess of my pants, but I'm glad your cock agreed that you badly needed this spanking.  Please go get me a clean pair of jeans from my room."  While he was gone I took off my shirt.

     When he returned with a clean pair of jeans, I stood up.  "Please lay the jeans on the bed, John, and kneel down again."  I stood up in front of him as he kneeled.  "Please take off my pants, John."  He fumbled with the belt, because he was shaking so hard, but managed to pull down the jeans.  "Now take down my shorts, John."  He did so.  I noticed that his cock was hard and throbbing.

     "John, it's time you gave me some pleasure.  Have you ever sucked a man's cock before?"

     "No sir," he squeeked.

     "Have you ever held a man's cock in your hands, John?"

     "No sir."

     I took his head gently in my hands.  "Please lick my balls, John.  And, yes, take them into your mouth gently, one after the other."  He complied and actually was very good, because he was so very attentive.

     I talked him through licking my shaft and gently taking his tongue around my tip.  I told him to taste my precum and then gently take my cock into his mouth.  I told him not to worry about deep-throating my cock, but just to do what came natural.  He really got into it and I soon began panting and even moaning until I exploded into his mouth.  He didn't flinch, even though it was his first time.  He drank it all.  At some point just as I was cumming I grabbed his cock in my hand and he exploded a second time that morning.

     I motioned for him to rise and I held him close to me for a couple of minutes.  I smiled at him, "John, if this is punishment, you sure seem to be enjoying yourself.  But don't forget that you must accept whatever I give you.  You must think first about my pleasure and about my desires."

     John was now sobbing,  "yes, sir.  I'll do anything for you sir."

     "Don't forget this when we have another public humiliation tomorrow, John.  And we still have the physical punishment tonight after dinner.  This morning's spanking was an attitude correction, but it does not replace tonight's punishment."

     I was excited.  John didn't know that he was to experience his first nipple torture that night.  I would let him worry about the state of his sore ass until then.  "John, you might want to put some aloe on your sore ass."  I laughed and saw John involuntarily shudder. 

     "I have to meet my advisor this afternoon.  It's your turn to cook dinner anyway.  Maybe you won't want to have mashed potatoes and gravy again."  I laughed again.  This time John smiled and spontaneously gave me a big hug.