The combination of my guilt and the Summer heat caused my pale skin to erupt in angry hives. Perspiration drenched my quaking form as I flailed about in my sleep as if I were swimming. I dreamt vividly of shadowy, bulky, dark skinned men clawing at my supple flesh. My nipples tautened from the assailants hungrily devouring them. My rosebud open and closing violently as if an intruder was forcing his way in.
"YES, MORE!!!" I awoke violently screaming.
This was my third night from when I sent the email. No response yet. My mind was buzzing with lust, I needed to cool off. I dragged myself into the shower, opening the shower and allowing the ice-cold water to cascade down my supple form. My soft, chewy eraser-sized nipples became diamond cutters on contact. As the waster crept down my gluteal crack it tickled my sensitive anus, causing it to spasm against my favorite overnight buttplug. The waves of discomfort emanating from my plugged cunt made me shiver, aching for the real thing.
My member throbbed and ached, but I ignored it. No amount of flagellating it to completion has brought any relief. I reached back and slowly extricated my anal invader until my asshole was stretched around the widest point of the plug. The pain was intense and intermingled with masochistic pleasure. Firmly grasping the flared based I slammed it back in, letting out a whimper.
I repeated the action again and again with increased speed and reckless abandon. The pain dulled my frustration at my unrealized passions.
"OW!!!" I cried, as the plug slipped out of from between my suddy fingers and my strained anus painfully and powerfully contracted to finally pass the toy out.
I was hit with a humiliating barrage of bowel pain and expelled pent up gas as I crumpled to the floor. I prematurely ejaculated, coating my belly and chest. I was a mess with a wide gaping asshole jutting in the air and moaning in pain.
I got up, washed myself off, and limped painfully to my bed. Gingerly teasing my hole, it was clear that my ass was shut again like a vice trap. The exquisite tenderness got me rock hard again.
"Ding, Ding!!!" my phone chimed before I could induce another glorious anal orgasm.
I lept to it and opened the message, the light searing my eyes in the dim of pre-Dawn darkness.
"Hi, how are you? Terry, right"
"Yes Sir, thank you for getting back to me." I enthusiastically responded through Twitter messages.
"This is The Black Patriarch's bottom bitch, you can call me Toby. I run his page on his behalf. I read your initial message and quite frankly was going to ignore it. But then in your follow up when you shared your feelings, overshared details about your life, I grew intrigued."
I blushed bashfully, I guess I came off as desperate. I don't know what came over me.
"I apologise Toby, it's just that his writing are so... powerful. It's hard to believe that I can be trained by such an amazing Dom."
"Hold on boy, I never promised that. Quite frankly there is still the pre screen meeting."
"I'm sorry Sir."
"Not Sir, Toby. You need to get the little details straight boy. I've been a Black Man's fag for ALL my adult life. The Black Patriarch is a God among Gods. If you are deemed worthy, you will get sessions, and you had better be ready with the tribute. He isn't running a charity, understood cunt?"
"Of course, Sir." I typed hastily, my pulse racing from tge shot of adrenaline from his reprimand. I can not fuck up this chance to serve him.
"You will need the following: a properly sized cage, an exact type and size of buttplug from the amazon link on his page, a pink jockstrap, 3/4 pants and a pink polo. In one week's time you will be sent an invite to a special club. You will need your ID to be carded at the front, we absolutely do not engage minors. If any of this is disagreeable to you, then the meeting is off. If you are late or a no show, you will be blacklisted, no excuses. If you disobey any instructions or protocol, he will leave immediately and there will be no second chances. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes Toby."
"Good, see you then." He replied with a happy face emoji.
I gleefully ordered all the required items with butterflies in my stomach. I felt like I was going to meet the Royals or a famous performer. Everything had to be perfect. I was eagerly counting the minutes until I met my new Sir.
Note: I am very pleased with the feedback I am getting on my story. From what I am told, some of you are interested in other services. While I am very busy, I am open to more intimate personal mutually beneficial arrangements, but only with a select few who make it worth my time.
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