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I began exploring him with my tongue rubbing it lightly over and over the tip, then circling slowly down around his head.
I got down farther than I thought I would, a good three inches before I became all too aware of his dick in my throat. Continuing to lick, and keeping my lips wrapped tight, I bobbed up and down. It took a while for the soft touch of my lips and tongue to do anything, but after a while he began to moan and thrust into me each time I went down. He was getting another inch into me and I still wasn’t gagging, a good sign. His dick was now soaked with my spit as I moved up and down faster and faster, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.
Finally he took over letting me wrap my lips around the very tip as he jerked himself into my mouth. His cum shot a few streams then oozed out over my tongue as I got him off for the first time. He tasted excellent, the bitter and saltiness that I expected barely noticeable. I read somewhere that a diet full of fruit caused ejaculate to taste better and thought back to the pineapple that Jason so thoroughly enjoyed.
When he was done, Jason slowly slid his wet member out. "Very good, slave," he said affectionately. "But that took far too long. Your first punishment is that the plug stays in." I felt for the first time in a while the buttplug that was currently graciously filling the confines of my ass. Not too bad if I stayed still, the inch thick piece of equipment became very noticeable when I moved around. "Secondly, you’re going to wear this," he strapped a ball gag around my head. The large red ball forced my mouth wide open around it. "Also, you’ll wear this," he fastened a cock-leash to my hard dick. "You will refer to me as, ‘Master,’ or face the consequences." I nodded with agreement.
He led me out of the bedroom into the living room and stood me by the couch, off to the side so he could watch TV. He had with him a single tail whip. During commercials he took great delight in whipping me until the program was back on. He seemed to want to focus on my exposed belly, giving me stripe after red stripe. Every once in a while he attacked my thighs and what parts of my ass that weren’t covered by my bound hands. Slowly his torture of me began to get him hard again, my soft grunts through the gag and my minute twitches pleasing him.
After a while he got two clothespins and put one on each nipple. Then he amused himself by trying to whip them off. There were several new red stripes on my chest before the second finally fell to the ground with a clatter. Satisfied, and now fully hard, he got up, removed my gag and pushed me to my knees. I took his barely dry cock in my mouth again. I tried to see how far I could take him. I got four and a half inches before his cock in my throat forced me to stop. Concentrating, I pulled off, took a moment to try and relax myself and tried again. I got a full five inches before I panicked and had to pull up.
Jason realized what I was doing and encouraged me. "You can do it slave, take your time and relax." I slid my lips down him again, this time reaching success, getting his whole cock in my mouth and down my throat, but again I panicked and was forced to pull up quickly. This happened three or four more times before I was finally able to hold myself down for any measure of time. I continued to work at killing my gag reflex while I serviced him. It took another half hour of work before I could hold myself all the way down for an indefinite period of time. Jason said I was lucky, it wasn’t usually that easy.
I finished him off that way, sliding all the way down and all the way up making sure my tongue washed graciously over the right spots. Like before he jerked himself right onto my tongue allowing me to enjoy every drop of taste from him. With my newfound skills, he decided I should hold myself all the way down until his hard-on went away. I complied dutifully as it was only a few minutes later that his fully flaccid cock slid out of my mouth.
When he was done, he untied me and walked into the kitchen. Opening a draw he pulled out two things and handed them to me; they were a stud finder and a 2 inch diameter eye-screw. "Put this in the ceiling where you were standing earlier so I can bind your hands above your head." He went into the bedroom for something. I grabbed a chair and looked for a place to screw in the new tie-point. I found the beam a few inches off of where I was and began to put it in. It was hard work upside down through the tough ceiling, but eventually I got the thing all the way in. I put the tool back in the kitchen drawer and waited.
After a bit he came back out and eyed my work. "Very nice," he smiled, kissing me and giving my hard cock a few good rubs. He then proceeded to tie my hands together in front of me. Raising them above my head he stood on the chair I’d used and Tightened the rope until I was almost forced to stand on my tiptoes. "There, now you’re very, very vulnerable," he said with a grin. To my dismay he pulled the forgotten buttplug out of my ass, tossed the condom into the trash and placed it aside.
He started whipping me again, all across my fully exposed stretched belly. More red lines appeared as he kept at it, harder and harder until I started to whimper. After I started to all out yell each time he lashed my skin, he paused. "Beg for it."
"Please stop master." A sharp lash across my waist. "I beg you, please stop whipping me, I’ll do
anything." That got his attention.
"Anything? Like what?"
"I’ll be your slave for good." It was the first thing in my head and the first thing out of my mouth.
"Really?"
I nodded, "yes master."
"You’ll have to prove it to me, pass certain…tests."
"Yes master."
"Alright, for now you are still my temporary slave."
He let me down and untied my hands. "For your first test, I want you to go down to the street and stand there until I say you can come in. Naked."
"Yes master." I walked out the door, down the stairs and out the door of the building. The doorman gave a curious look, but said nothing. I stood there staring up at his second story window for what seemed like hours. It was late so there were very few people out, and no one drove by. Finally he said I could come in, but to take the elevator.
I found him in it. I was to service him while it made the short journey to the second floor. I did so without hesitation, sucking his cock through the slit in his boxers, exercising my new deepthroating skills. A minute later the doors opened to reveal a somewhat surprised man in his 40’s. Jason zipped himself up and led me back to his apartment.
Once inside my collar was flipped around, and my arms bound, raised then bent behind my head and tied to the D-ring. I was allowed to finish my blowjob. I took my time going all the way down and back up. Letting his balls slap my chin, and rubbing his tip over my lips. I got him horny very fast. This time he let me take him all the way myself, cumming all over my tongue again. Some trickled down my chin and he helped me clean it up by wiping it off with his dick and having me lick it clean.
I was to go to bed bound this way so he would have unhindered access to my body at all times. We spooned together, him in back, his hands roaming freely, and waited for tomorrow.
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