Big-Eared Master - Part 5

Author: Thomas de Sade T_de_Sade@hotmail.com

I was holding John's head against my chest as the pain subsided.  I stroked his head to calm him.  I removed the gag.  But I left him bound to the chair.

     "Sir, I've never experienced such pain shooting through my whole body."

     "I know it was a whole new experience for you, John,"  I said.  "As the pain lessens, you should feel a tremendous sexual energy coursing through your body."  I put my hand on his hard throbbing cock.  With the other hand I pushed one of his nipples up into his body, a shadow of the former pain.

     John moaned and I could tell that pain wasn't the most strongest sensation any longer.

     I knelt down and took John's cock in my mouth, but took ahold of both nipples in my fingers and pressed them lightly.  I let my tongue lightly vibrate the bottom of his cock as I took more of it into my mouth.  By his moaning, I knew it would not be very long.  He gasped and cried in total abandonment and I could feel his cock begin to pulsate.  I squeezed his nipples moderately hard as I felt his cock explode.

     "Oh, sir," he said after a couple of minutes, "I have never experienced anything so powerful.  I'm completely drained.  The pain was horrible, but the pleasure--ohhh sir."

     I kissed him lightly on his neck.  "You're no longer sure whether this is punishment of not, are you?"  I laughed.  I unbound him from the chair, rubbing his chaffed hands and ankles where he had strained against the cord.  "You realize, I hope, that I am in total control.  I am the master.  You are the slave."  I squeezed his right nipple when I said that.

     "Yes, sir.  I will do anything for you, sir," he said, flinching slightly.

     "You're completely drained, John.  You should go to bed now.  You may find tomorrow quite difficult--it will be another evening of public humiliation.  But you must accept this, John.  And do not sulk this time.  I will cook dinner tomorrow and we'll go out after that."  I paused.  He looked scared.  I laughed, "I'm not going to cook mashed potatoes and gravy tomorrow night."  I was glad he could smile.

     The next day, I got up early and left to go to the library, before John got up.  I returned in the late afternoon and fixed stir fried vegetables and chicken.  John tried to act normal at dinner.  He even complimented me on the spices--basically garlic, onions, tarragon and basil with a little soy sauce.  But I noted that he didn't eat much.

     After you do the dishes, John, please change from your jeans to a pair of your shorts.  Then come back to the kitchen and kneel down.  I went into the small living room and read the day's newspaper.

     About 5 minutes after I heard John go back into the kitchen, I rose and went in to find him kneeling in the center of the kitchen.

     "I'll be right back John."  I went into the small room off the kitchen that I was using as an office and got a letter from my desk.  "John, you wanted to read my personal letters.  Here's one from my grandmother about a month before she died.  Why don't you read it out loud."

     "Please sir, I'm so ashamed."

     "Do you need some saltines to make you speak more clearly, John?"   Tears were flowing down his face.  "Remember this John.  This is why you're being punished.   Now get up.  We're going to buy some things in a store."

     Apprehensively, John got up and we left the apartment.  It was early November and San Francisco was uncharistically hot.  We'll need to take a bus to the North Beach area, I said.

     About one hour and two bus changes later, we arrived in North Beach.  Barkers were announcing striptease shows, enticing male tourists to come see their "girls."  Turning a corner, I opened the door of a porno shop and gently pushed John in ahead of me.

     I walked up to the counter where an old man sat.  I was glad to see that he was wearing a hearing aid.  This would make it even easier to fulfill my plan.  There were a couple of guys back in the magazine sections (This was before the days when they were selling videotapes.)  John hung back near the entrance.

     In a loud voice I announced that I needed to buy a whip to punish this guy over by the door.  "Come over here John and tell the gentleman why you need to be punished."

     Very red in the face, John came over and muttered, "I tried to read his private mail."

     "Louder, John.  He didn't hear you.  Don't make me angry John."

      "I tried to read his private mail when he wasn't there," he said, loudly this time.  The man behind the counter chuckled and I could see the guys in the magazine section move over so they could watch what was happening.

     "Why don't you show me a small cat-o-nine-tails?" I said in a loud voice.  The man opened a counter and handed me a whip.  "John, please bend over so I can see if this is right."

     John started shaking violently.  It looked like he was going to protest.  I stared hard at him. "John, I'll have you take off your pants here if you don't comply." He quickly bent over.

     I swished the cat in the air a couple of times.  Then hit him only moderately hard on the ass.  He jerked, but said nothing.

     "Stay in that position, John.  I want to try a riding crop and maybe one of the flexible canes."  For four or five minutes I tested various spanking devices.  I actually hit John quite lightly.  It was the humiliation that was causing the pain now.  When I had tested what I wanted I told John he could rise and put his hands behind his back.  Tears were streaming down his face.  I ended up buying a riding crop and the small cat.

     "No need to put these in a bag.  John will carry them home as they are."

     When we got back to the apartment I told John to put the whips on my desk and come back into the kitchen and kneel down.  I was not going to allow any sulking as I had after the last humiliation session two days earlier.

     When John kneeled down, I walked around to the front of him.  "John, do you think I've treated you unfairly.

     "No sir."

     "Is there anything you'd like to say to me, John."

     "No sir."

     "John, I think there is something you need to say.  You must tell me you're sorry for reading my private mail and thank me for firmly punishing you."

     With tears again forming in his eyes, John said, "I'm sorry for reading your mail, sir.  And thank you for punishing me and allowing me to stay in the apartment."

     "Please get up and come sit beside me on the couch in the living room."

     I held him in my arms until I felt him completely relax.  After about 5 minutes, John said, "You are so hard on me, sir.  But you are also so gentle.  I've never felt such intensity.  I don't even know what I think any more."

     "You are not supposed to think, John.  You are supposed to accept me as your master this week.  You must give into the punishment and the pleasure."

     I paused for a minute, still holding his head against my chest.  "I'm beginning to care a lot for you John.  But don't think that will lessen the punishment you will receive in the next three days.  Go to bed now John."  I kissed him lightly on the lips and got up off the couch.