Leather Skin Biker

This weekend I am out of town again. Me and my slave are visiting Peoria, Illinois, which is a reasonably conservative town about three hours southwest of Chicago. We are staying with a friend of mine from grad school who shared many fun times with me, and as a matter of fact, was the one who introduced me to that master I served in 1994. If I reflect back on it, it was that master who started all of “this.” It was he who game me my basic education in what it means to be a master and slave.

I owe a debt of gratitude to the man who taught me to bow my head, kneel at his feet, suck his cock, lick his feet, bathe him, cook for him, shop for him, truly worship him.There were parts of my training under him that were truly difficult for me, e.g., sleeping on the floor. There was also one time he handcuffed me to the radiator in his bathroom, and left me there while he went to a play on campus. I more or less freaked out psychologically after about three hours. This was before the days when cell phones became as common as toasters, so if the building had caught fire I would have burned right along with it. My friend, Master David, has theorized that it was that experience which turned me off to being submissive.

One of the days I remember very fondly was a bright, sunny spring day when MasterT contacted me by IRC (for those of you too young to remember what that was, IRC was a mid-1990s text-based form of Internet chat, a precursor of sorts, of the AIM, YIM, MSMessengers of today) and asked me to shop for groceries and cook for him. I was happy to get some facetime with him, as he was very busy working on his dissertation, and rarely took time to have me over to serve in person. We stayed in very consistent communication online through IRC. It was definitely daily, and sometimes lasted for hours. In my experience serving MasterT, far more time was spent with him online than face-to-face. So I leapt at the chance to be in his presence to serve him.

I shopped for the groceries he wanted me to pick up, and then went to his place and made him breakfast. That day would be the first time I would eat eggs without using my hands. I served MasterT his breakfast on a plate, and he made me wait to eat my breakfast until he was finished eating. As for where he wanted me to eat my breakfast, it was on his crotch. MasterT commanded me to put my eggs and potatoes on his dick and balls, add salt and pepper to taste, and then eat the food right off of his body. That was a very erotic dining experince, and required no utensils—just my tongue.

As long as I’m talking about eating eggs from his dick, I should note for the record that MasterT’s member is huge—easily nine inches and very thick, and I should also note that MasterT is damn proud of it. He worked hard to train me to love and worship his big penis, so that in no time at all it became the focal point of my worship. MasterT wanted me to learn to keep his cock in my thoughts at all times, 24/7, and to learn to feel its power over my every waking moment. I have to say that he was successful in accomplishing that goal. In a very short time I became obssessed with his big penis and allowed it to hold great power over me.It was the focus of my worship and its power over me was profound.

I was pleasantly surprised the week before last when I received a Facebook friend invitation from MasterT. Over the years, MasterT has reappeared in my life from time to time, usually when I least expect it. When I was in DC on business in 1998 I had dinner with MasterT. We had both moved on, literally, and I had already claimed and set free a so-called slave in Pittsburgh, 1995-1996. And MasterT had been in a new vanilla relationship by 1998. Then there was a long period during which I enjoyed a vanilla relationship, and MasterT had claimed a foreign slave. Then in late 2004, MasterT contacted me again, out of the blue. He helped me to navigate a very short, but intense, involvement with a hot Polish slave boy, who ultimately balked in February of 2005. MasterT’s communications are always welcome, and they always remind me who really put me on this path. One other thing of which his communications remind me is that I still love MasterT, and I always will. He was my first BDSM relationship, and I am forever grateful to him.

Since 1998 MasterT has taken claimed and set free one slave. That relationship lasted several years. Currently, MasterT has a new slave, with whom he is wildly, madly in love. MasterT is spending the summer in London working and living with his hot, handsome, young Arab slave.

Now that MasterT and I are Facebook buddies, I look forward to more regular contact, even if it is only a daily “poke” or quick note. I would love for MasterT to meet my slave one day, and fuck him. I like the idea of that huge penis of MasterT’s to be deep inside my slave’s hole. Who knows—MasterT might fuck me too. I feel those events would complete the circle.

This entry was posted on Sunday, June 1st, 2008 at 8:11 am and is filed under Bondage, Dominance, Leather, Master/slave, Power Imbalance, Psychological Control, Submission.