It was difficult concentrating on my household chores. Images of the sex that would be taking place this evening continually flashed thru my heated mind.
Jackson and Jeffy live in apartment 2-D, and had helped Master move my belongings to his apartment; in return, Master had told the guys I would "personally thank them" for their help.
I had seen the two of them at the swimming pool once, and they were two totally different guys: Jackson was an enormous black man with huge, rippling muscles and Jeffy was like me, a smallish, pasty, white boy.
At the time, I had no idea they were gay, and now that I knew, my mind couldn't help but conjure up sexy and sordid mental images of them together. Master had also said Jackson has the biggest penis I would ever see, and I have to admit, I was much more than a little curious.
So far, Master is the only man I've been with; the only hard cock I've kissed, licked, sucked, and taken into my pussy.
My clitty became erect inside my black lace panties at the thought of submissively kneeling between the legs of a big, powerfully built, black man.
I busied myself with housework to try and take my mind off the upcoming evening. I finished cleaning our computer room, and was about to do a load of laundry when I noticed the closet door. It occurred to me I'd never cleaned the closet.
Inside, I saw Master's dress shirts and slacks on hangars, and above them, a shelf that had piles of papers and magazines. I discovered the papers were lightly coated with dust so I moved all the clothes to one side and began to take everything off the shelf so I could clean it.
I didn't really look at the papers until I began to put them back onto the shelf.
Most of the papers concerned Master's business; straight-forward accounts of transactions, and a ledger he used to track rent payments from the tenants.
I grabbed a stack of papers and noticed a magazine stuck in the middle of them. I pulled it out and read the name of the magazine: "Alternate Lifestyles."
I remembered Master's explanation to me the day before: "I live, what you might call, an alternative lifestyle." So with natural curiosity, I thumbed thru the magazine. There was one page that looked like he had dog-eared the page so I read it. It was a personal ad.
Huh? What is this? Then I read it again.
"SEARCHING FOR THE BOY OF MY DREAMS" was the title.
Below the title I read: "Are you, or do you know, a boy between the ages of 18-22 who has yet to realize his true sexual identity? Mature male seeks to find such a boy for love, sex and companionship. Are you in denial of your sexuality? Do you have a friend or loved one you suspect is attracted to men, but too afraid or ashamed to admit it? I want to awaken and bring out the very best in that boy. I am not a pervert or sadist-I truly want a boy for a long-term, committed relationship.
There is nothing sadder in life than someone who refuses to, or is unable to accept his sexual identity. Life is too short to not live it on your own terms. No one can find true happiness and inner peace by living a lie."
I began to tremble when I recognized Master's email address.
What does this mean? I wondered. Should I be mad or upset with him?
But the longer I thought about it, the happier I became. He was searching for a boy and he chose me! I love him and he loves me-there is absolutely nothing to be mad about, I told myself. He proved to me I was living a lie, and now I'm a free-man with peace of mind.
I replaced the magazine where I found it then vacuumed the carpet inside the closet. I was feeling light-headed, almost giddy; he had been so desperate to find the love of his life that he took out a large ad in a national magazine, and in the end, out of who-knows how many offers he received from the ad-he chose me!
I was soaking in the bathtub after dinner, preparing myself for the evening. I was very careful to ensure the hair removal cream had done its job. I stroked my body, feeling for rogue hairs.
I was pleasantly surprised by how smooth and soft my flesh had become. It was almost like caressing a girl's body.
Master came into the room and sat on the toilet lid.
"Sweetie..." he said softly.
"Yes, Master," I replied. I saw him wince.
"I've been thinking about this, Sweetie," he continued, "...we are in a relationship-we both know how we feel towards each other...you are my girlfriend, not slave-girl...I am as committed to you as you are to me...I would prefer it if you returned to calling me "Darling'...I once said to you 'I am a voyeur'-that I'll love watching you having sex with other people...last night was a perfect example...I got so excited watching Mistress Katy fuck your pussy that afterwards, I couldn't wait to fuck you myself...I'm sorry I pulled your hair like I did-I'm sorry if my actions and demeanor scared you last night."
"Oh D-Darling...I love you-I will obey you...you really are my Master, but I will call you whatever you want...as for the bedroom last night...I loved it-I love it when you're forceful in bed..."
I saw him smile, and the worry leave his eyes.
"Well then..." he winked at me and smiled, "...when we come back here tonight afterwards, I'm going to use you like a girl all-night-long!"
My heart rose and fluttered. My clitty became hard as a rock.
Darling handed me the mid-thigh, pink silk robe. I was grateful I wouldn't have to go into the hallway wearing just the sheer, pink panties he had chosen for me.
I stepped into the slippers with the fuzzy pink balls on top, and was about to close the robe by tying the sash around my waist when he stopped me.
"Leave the robe open-if we run into anyone on our way to Jacksons, I want them to see the progress we've made in our relationship," he said matter-of-factly.
I briefly wondered why anyone in the building would even know or care that we had a relationship, but he took me in his arms, held me close, and passionately kissed me.
My clitty twitched and jerked against the sheer fabric of my panties, and, when he caressed my now-sensitive breasts and pinched and rolled my nipples, I became fully erect, my clitty pushing-out the front of the diaphanous material.
He smiled as he looked directly down and saw my condition.
"Now it's time to go," he said and opened the door. "Sweetie, try not to be self-conscious, be proud of who you are."
He sort of pushed me into the hallway, and I briefly panicked that someone would see my arousal.
He took my hand in his and guided me slowly to the elevator. My heart pounded; I wished he would walk faster.
We were ten-feet from the elevator when the back door of the building opened and two guys I'd seen maybe one time in the building came inside and joined us waiting for the elevator.
"Gentlemen, how are you tonight?" asked Darling.
I felt their stares examining me from head-to-toe. I averted my eyes as the blood rushed to my face.
"Oh my goodness, " exclaimed the taller of the two men, "...he's precious! What a little cutie-nice job, Danny!"