Master in Training 5

“Get undressed,” that mature man ordered me, staring fixedly into my eyes so it would be clear to me that he expected obedience.

I turned to look around the place. It was dimly lit; there were men dressed in leather and others wearing only jockstraps… no one was naked.

The man took me by the chin and turned my face so it was facing his. “Get undressed,” he insisted, and spat in my face.

I felt ashamed to receive that spit in front of the boy attending the cloakroom. I took off my T-shirt immediately. The man knew what he was doing… if I didn’t want him to spit on me again in such a public and humiliating way, I had to obey… I took off my pants and was left in my boxers, hoping he would tell me I could keep them on. I waited a second and felt his fixed gaze and his expectant attitude… I had no choice; I pulled down my boxers, ending up completely naked.

That man’s name was Ezequiel. He is an experienced Master whom Luis had introduced me to just a few minutes earlier outside a cruising club.

The night before, Luis stayed over at my house. After fucking him twice, we lay naked in bed, talking while I caressed him. Chastity wouldn’t let him sleep, and his complete agony excited me too much for me to fall asleep.

“Do you know, slave?” I said to him after a few minutes of silence, gently stroking his back.

“Tell me, Master,” he answered in that submissive voice I liked so much from him.

“I’d like to experience being a slave.” There was a curious silence between us, and then I added, “I think that, in order to use you better, I need to know how it feels.”

That wasn’t a random idea. Luis was very experienced and knew many things I didn’t. I really wanted to learn, but I also wanted to feel what my slave felt so I could play with him. Sometimes I felt that when I whipped him I was hitting him too hard, while he acted as if he were truly enjoying my force… it was difficult to gauge the intensity of what I was doing if I had never felt anything like it.

“Do you want us to switch roles?” he asked me.

“No,” I answered sharply. I didn’t want to lose my authority over him, and I felt—out of ignorance—that if I let him dominate me, it would later be harder for me to subdue him. “You are an experienced slave; I’m new. I want you to introduce me to a Master who will make me feel what you feel,” I answered.

Luis immediately got up and went to get his phone. “I know the right person. He’s been a Master for many years and knows very well how to train slaves.”

“If he’s that good, why aren’t you his slave?” I asked.

“He suggested that I look for a Man I would like to submit to,” he told me. “He gave me the idea of looking for you and teaching you to be my Master.” When I heard that, I got turned on; I wanted to meet the mastermind behind my initiation into B...