Not being in service to an authentic Dominant Top Master leaves a serious void in a lowly sub slave's existence. Having been there for a couple months I decided to cruise a notorious gay leather bdsm website. In not much time I was chatting with a newly minted Dominant Top who was anxious to break ground and discover a loyal slave to suit his horny hungry needs.
It turned out that fortunately we lived in the same area! We chatted for several hours on and off during one week and found a lot of commonality of desires. We seemed to be a good match and the energy was intensifying with each and every chat. Sharing a lot about ourselves, both sexual desires and otherwise, I became quite excited about the prospect and natural domination inclinations of this man. He had been trying out having some guys submitting to him, and he liked it a lot.
After about the fifth chat the roles began to set in. He called me "sub", "boy", "faggot" and made it clear I needed to EARN the title, slave, if so indoctrinated to serve him. I called him "Sir", often "SIR" for empahsis and respect. He also made it clear I wojkd need to earn the right to call him, "Master", which I began to embrace with desire.
I told him that I wanted to buy a pair a leather shorts with a zipper up the rear for easy access to my ass and hole whenever he felt a need to use it, fondle it, or fuck it, wherever and whenever the urge hit him. It could be a parking lot, restroom, store, anywhere, and it would be discreet as he only needed to stand behind me, and easily penetrate me, without lowering the shorts, or anyone knowing. He loved that idea. Kinky and very hot. A lot of desires were mutually shared.
By the end of the week he insisted we meet. I readily and gladly agreed. He specified we meet at a local leather bar on a weekday, late afternoon, 4pm. I expressed gratitude for the invitation and opportunity. Mainly I hoped to physically, mentally and emotionally prove my value to him.
I always wear some leather and on that first meeting day it was a slim fitting black leather sleek jacket over a tight white tee shirt, nipples protruding nicely, and black engineer boots. Leather is an aphrodisiac for me. The look, smell, touch, sound and taste of it drives me instantly horny wild. A man in black leather makes me melt like butter, and I will do whatever he wants of me.
My hopes were quite high for this meeting with a possible new Master. I never agree to meet unless I truly feel the connection is real. Being merely a cocktease and wasting someone's time is not my thing. I want it to be real.
Since I hadn't been to this bar in some time I went a half an hour before our meeting time just to scope it out. It was a a remembered, a large bar area with built-in raised benches along the walls, pool table, some auxiliary spaces, men's room and large courtyard in back.
Grabbing a beer I perched myself on a bench against the wall with a direct view of the bar and front door. I didn't want to miss him coming in.
Fifteen minutes after our agreed to time of 4pm I became a bit concerned about him showing up. Then a tall man came through the door, looking rignt in my direction. Obviously, there weren't many patrons at that time.
I smiled broadly, sat straight up and he walked right up to me. I immediately stood and we made our introductions. He readily looked me over and I was taken by his rugged, masculine looks, very dominant and confident. He was dressed quite nicely, his clothes tailored, pressed shirt and all. He spoke with authority, and the sexual energy commenced on a positive level, seemingly for both of us. A good start.
I offered to get him a beer, and he agreed. When I paid the bartender he winked at me, handing me the beer and affirming he was aware of what was going on. I like when other men notice that I am submitting myself to another man. It's humbling.
When I got back this stud I've just met face to face was sitting on the bench. I smiled and gave him the beer and bowed. He obviously liked that. I stood in front of him as he did not give me permission to sit. I wanted to exhibit my knowledge and adherence to protocol. I did take the bold chance to place my leg right up against his knee. It didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated as he began to rub my leg with his knee shortly thereafter.
As the energy was building nicely he drew me in for a kiss. His tongue swiftly penetrated my mouth with determination and authority. I felt his strength and power while I slowly and evenly sucked on his tongue. The kiss lasted a good long time. I reached for his arms and my goodness his muscles were enormous. I loved that. He obvioisly worked out a lot.
He, in turn, reached down and grabbed my crotch firmly, squeezing my stiffening cock and my balls. I was in ecstasy as the intensity of the kiss continued. I let go of one of his arms and reached down to squeeze his crotch. He allowed it and was rock hard, a nice sized thick, long dick encased in his pants.
He broke away from the kiss, releasing my mouth, and whispered in my ear, "you're going places, sub". I felt elated. He followed it by saying, "you know, I really need a blowjob". Bingo! What an opportunity, but I had to think quickly. WHERE? I just responded, "I so want to give you a blowjob". He smiled.
I hoped he would invite me to his place, but he didn't. He was probably wanting for me to make it happen. My place wouldn't work either. Oh man, I had to prove myself! There was a porn adult bookstore and arcade, but several blocks away. And, it was dirty, smelly and seedy with a sticky floor of spent cum loads. Not exactly enticing, although I had given and received a good number of blowjobs there.
Then it occurred to me that the bar had a back corridor, out of sight and used mainly for storage with a backdoor to the courtyard. Although a bit dark it might suffice and I suggested it. He just looked at me and said, "hmmm, let's check it out". "You really want it, huh?" I nodded.
When we got back there he looked around and said, "yeah, this might work". I immediately got on my knees in front of him while he quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his half stiff dick. It was fucking awesome, a cocksuckers delight, long, thick, cut and ramrod stiff.
I slowly and evenly licked the tip, then running my tongue all around the head. He stiffened up and groaned. I wanted to be certain he realized I intended to worship his manhood as best as any slutty sub could do it. Slowly, I slid my lips engulfing his cock and sliding them down his rock hard veined dick into my mouth to the base of his shaft, without gagging. I reached my tongue out to lick his balls, a difficult yet satisfying gesture. He groaned. I hoped he recognized that I was no novice at this activity. As I sucked him vigorously I gauged his pleasure as every technique generating sexual excitement varies from man to man. I have learned that lesson well over time. Plus, I pride myself on being an agile, competent and enthusiastic cocksucker who never fails to bring a man to orgasmic completion. It's a baseline sub duty and responsibility,
He was apparently so turned on that he grabbed my head, held it firmly and face fucked my mouth and throat hard and deep. Saliva dripped off my chin. He was determined with each thrust of his hips and I took each and every one. He groaned even more. It was intense, seemingly for both of us.
Releasing my head I rapidly sucked and licked his cock over and over, like a whore in heat. I tasted drops of salty fluid, and then he thrust in and shot a warm stream of cum into my throat, then reams of cum to follow. I was elated and savored it all. Each strong thrust had a pumped stream of thick cream emptying his balls. He grunted each time he fed me his wholesome sperm load. I gladly swallowed it all.
When he stopped he pulled out his dick and I went to clean it off with my tongue, but he stopped me. He was spent and apparently it was too sensitive to him. As much as I wanted to, I obediently obeyed.
In truth it took no more than three or four minutes to complete the act. He lifted me off my knees, smiled, laughed with delight and said, "my god, I haven't cum that quickly in thirty years!". I was quite pleased as this opportunity to prove myself, my value and my worth as a sub worked beautifully!
He zipped up and we went to the courtyard to talk. He said, "this has been great!" "What a fine first meet up!". I glowed and told him how honored I was to meet him and to satisfy him so well. More than anything I wanted more of him to please and worship.
He told me the next time he wanted to see me at his home. I was elated. He spoke of training me to his specific desires with lessons, directives, protocol, bondage, physical discipline, fucking, chores and a variety of things to serve him.
And, yes, a pair of leather shorts with a zipper up the rear for his ease of convenient access for me to wear.
He shared that he was also using another sub, a married guy, who he had in training. It was his thought to perhaps own us both, if it worked out to his liking. Besides he enjoyed the idea of this other sub and me being in competition for his attention. It would make us work harder and be more attentive to satisfy his needs.
As we planned further meetings together we had no idea what was imminently to occur. The pandemic hit, we separately sheltered in place, and months later our fate for continuing ended. The communication just trailed off in frustration and dismay with the reality of the times. A terrible shame as to this day I remember it with great fondness for what might have been for us. Apparently it was not meant to be.
