"Come here, you little faggott!" - I looked at him, with a hurt expression. - "Okay, okay, I am sorry." I walked in front of him, and kneeled down. He put his finger below my chin, and lifted my face with a gentle push. "I am sorry, boy. It was a bad joke. Please, continue."
Whenever he looked in my eyes with those deep, dark ones, I was lost. Of course I was not mad at him.
"Truly, forgive me please." He added, probably really regretted what he said. So I continued.
"So after that, he called me a... a faggott... and then he stormed out. And our boss officially apologised to me in front of the whole room, and then I finished my presentation."
"And which idea did they choose?"
I just smiled. "Well, make a guess, Sir!"
"Yours?"
"Yes!"
"Good job! I am so proud of you, boy! Look at you! You stood up for yourself! And you won! Wow! Congratulations! This deserves a celebration! Let's order in!"
"But, Sir! I was going to cook!"
"You can cook tomorrow, boy! Damn, I am really really proud of you."
"Thank You, Sir!"
"Here, take my phone, pick something. It's my treat! And get a dessert too!"
This is my Sir, Master Wyatt. And I am his sub/slave Noah. He is 36 years old, while I am 32. And we have known each other for roughly 2 years and 10 months, from which we have been in a Dom/sub relationship for 1 month less. We met online, not even intending to have kinky sessions, it was a regular date. Secretly we both had had interest and more or less experience in kinks, but when we matched on a dating app, none of us would have thought what would grow out of a single swipe. When I met him on the first date, I already had a very strong feeling that he has a Dom side, but he was very unsure about my need for submission. That's why we only just kissed on the first date, we knew if we would do more, we would just show our own side.
But the second day after that date, we both knew everything about the other one's sexual needs, kinks, fetishes. We were chatting non-stop. And two days later, on our second date... Well I wouldn't even call that a date... "Date" is just a too civilized word for what really happened. We went ALL the way. We both showed our deepest selves to each other... And they instantly connected. We were really a match.
Very very soon, almost day by day, I gave up more of myself to him. I trusted him and I still do. That has been the best decision of my life. And in half a year, when we finally moved together, I ended up living in an almost Total Power Exchange relationship. I still had a lot of freedom of my own, with the most important stuff. I made my decisions about my job. Meeting with my friends always had priority. What I spent my earned money on. But of course he helped with all this whenever I needed it, but he never pushed himself over me, dominating me in these topics. But in exchange I also wanted to hear his opinion, have his support.
And we kinda try to keep our kinks only to each other. Very very few people know about our dynamic, none of my friends at that point.
But whenever it is only the two of us... There are serious protocols set, I am his slave, and he is my Master.
This past nearly 3 years has been the best period of my life. Master Wyatt truly changed my life. After a very long past of failures and disappointments, I am finally happy. I am in love with Master Wyatt.
So, after we ordered some dinner, he leaned on the doorframe, looked and winked at me.
"Wanna have a little appetizer?" And he looked down at his bulge. He was wearing gray sweatpants, revealing his already partial erection. "Come on boy, let me deliver the cream first."
It was so hard to believe that I was ever able to get a man like this. He was tall, he was very handsome, still almost with a twink's face, with a dark, but short beard, and a wavey brown hair. He did not have his t-shirt on anymore. He was mostly hairless, an athletic body, slightly visible abs, and gorgeously visible veins on his forearm. On the mostly hairless upper body, a thin patch of dark hair led from his belly to his majestic cock, under those tight sweatpants.
And that dick... oooh that dick. A solid 7 inches, slightly upwards curved, with a beautiful head. And what he was able to do with that weapon of pleasure and destruction. Well... He could give so much pleasure, and so much destruction. And he was aware of this, and used it a lot.
It was no question that I instantly knelt in front of him, and took his majestic penis out of those damn pants.
Every time I do this, I still remember back the first time I saw his dick. I was mesmerised by its sight, that picture imprinted in me. I can't explain this, but I literally felt the connection to it, my mind had never been clearer before. At that point in my life, I understood so much about myself, like puzzle pieces coming together. And as he said later, he had a similar feeling, seeing me, kneeling there. We knew we were bonded, by something more.
I had never been an anal sex fan before, I thought of myself as a side, but in that moment, I realised I was just waiting for the right dick. And his was the right one.
And when he first entered my hole, after making me gag on his cock for like 15 minutes, the remaining pieces fell to their places. The way he fucked me, the way he held me down, the way he kissed me, the way he held my neck, my arms, and finally he shot his massive load all over my face, we both knew that this cannot be a vanilla relationship. And more importantly, none of us could live in a vanilla relationship ever again.
And ever since then, every time I sucked his cock, got tied up, got spanked, fucked tenderly or hard, or he shot his load on me, inside me, our roles started rooting deeper and deeper inside us, until it wasn't a role anymore.
And that evening, when I sucked his dick, and then he fucked me tenderly, while he was still in those sweatpants he said:
"I love you, Noah. My boy. I am so proud of you." Then he kissed me, and asked something very uncommon in our relationship. "Where do you want me to cum?"
I was so surprised that I could say anything. He only had asked this question twice before that.
"Go on, I am quite close, honey."
"Breed me, Sir." And 20 seconds later, with gentle movements, his dick started pulsating inside me, filling me up with his seed.
"Thank You, Sir!" And after he took out his dick: "Go boy, have a long shower. You deserved it."
"But Sir! Don't You want me to..."
"Oh to clean my dick? No, it's okay."
"Well, I was actually asking about the plug... Sir."
"Oooooh! Nah, you don't have to. You can just wash up." And then he added. "But if you want to..."
And then I took the plug and put it in, keeping his seed inside me for the next hour.
"Thank You, Sir!"
He looked at me for a moment and said "Actually... You know what? Come here, I'll take off your collar."
On our third date, he gave me my first collar. It was a very simple, cheap, fake-leather one, but it meant a lot to us. The day I moved in he gave me my third collar. A much more expensive one, much higher quality, a lot fancier. I was still wearing it.
He took off my collar, this meant that medium protocol was in order now.
"Go, take a shower! I'll prepare the plates. And pick a movie!"
"But..."
"Come on, boy! Enjoy it!"
The collar was more than just a symbol of our status in the hierarchy. It was also the sign of high protocol, a written and signed ruleset. Whenever I was out of the collar, the medium protocol was in place, except some certain occasions, when I acted under the low protocol. Which basically meant we are on the same level, with some very few and minor exceptions.
Even though most of our evenings we weren't using most of the rules of the high protocol, we acted under it, so at home I almost always had the collar on. And was either naked, or only wearing a jockstrap or briefs. I was not allowed to wear any other type of underwear, not even in low protocol.
And of course my black, small sized chastity cage, constantly hiding my 5 inch long dick, 24/7, ever since 3 months after our first date. Master Wyatt was fully and exclusively controlling my sexual life, only allowing cage removal for cleaning every second day, and for every second week a ruined orgasm in a cheap condom.
We very soon came to a common understanding about our status in the hierarchy between us. While I was thriving as a strong and exceptional person in my work, with a really good social life, I was thriving even more as a submissive one, in our sexual life. I realised that I don't want to make decisions about my dick, my hole anymore, my orgasms anymore, I wanted him to make those.
He was not showing much interest towards my dick, not even in the first few days of our history, he was much more obsessed with my hole, and I really liked that. So we soon agreed that it's the best for me, for him and for us, if I try chastity, and after two months of trial and error, I become locked 24/7. That's when I got my second collar.
After an amazing dessert, a mildly-interesting movie, we were preparing to sleep, scrolling on our phones next to each other. He looked at my phone.
"You really like those trunks, right boy?"
"Haha, yes. I think they are very sexy. Especially this red one."
"Booooy.. You know you are not allowed to wear those. Boys like you can only be naked, or wear a jockstrap or briefs. Trunks and boxers are for real men."
This belief, I secretly shared. And I knew he was right.
