Training the Master 6

“Sit here on the floor, at my feet, so you can connect with your submission,” Ezequiel told me in that kind tone he had been using for the last few minutes while he hugged me.

We were sitting in a brighter area of the club; it was already somewhat embarrassing to be naked, and sitting at his feet was like shouting to everyone present that I was submissive.

Ezequiel began to play with my nipples. I put my hands behind me so he could do it with complete freedom. “Well done, good boy,” he told me, and for some reason that “grade” he gave me for my initiative made me feel good.

I had so many new things in my head that I would have loved to have a notebook to write them down. Only now did I understand how important it was for my slave that I told him he had done something well.

Ezequiel squeezed my nipples with some force. I had never let anyone treat me that way; I don’t like pain, it angers me and immediately makes me react violently… but now, I was discovering a new side of myself.

“At the beginning of the session I should have asked you what your limits were,” he told me. “Until now I’ve been going in blind. It’s important that you know what you can under no circumstances do to your slave, so you can focus on what you can do to him.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I answered honestly. “I don’t know much about the subject. Let’s try things out and I’ll tell you how I feel, Master.”

He took his backpack and pulled out a bunch of clothespins. “Do you think you can endure the pain in your nipples?” he asked me. I wanted to answer no, but I was willing to explore and learn.

Ezequiel put a clothespin on my right nipple and slowly let go. I breathed deeply to endure it. “Remember to tell me ‘yellow’ when you can’t take it anymore.”

“Yes, Master,” I answered, somewhat agitated. The sensation was uncomfortable. He put another clothespin on the same nipple; the burning doubled… it even made me laugh that something so small could feel so intense… he put one more on the same nipple… and then caressed the other.

“Breathe,” he told me, stroking the back of my neck, and that mixture of care and torture made my mind explode.

I saw his face while he put three clothespins on my left nipple. I knew that look; he was enjoying my pain the way I felt pleasure when I whipped Luis… I don’t know why, but the connection I felt with Ezequiel was so strong that giving him pleasure through my pain made me feel very satisfied.

My pectorals and nipples were trapped in a row of six clothespins. The burning ran through my whole chest, and it’s curious: big and burly as I am, those six pinches made me feel tremendously vulnerable.

“You’re going to ask me six questions. When I answer each one, I’ll remove the clothespins,” he said. I laughed. I was focused on enduring the pain, and thinking o...