Notes about Tommy

It was a lovely Friday evening in the living room of my house. Sorry that you cannot see it, I wish somebody would make a movie about my life and my journey one day… but… so far, I can only share my notes with you. So let me set the scene.

I am a very perverted (in people’s opinion) man in my mid-thirties, living a humble yet kinky life in my own house, located in a small town in Nevada. I was born as a very “stocky-shaped” kid, fighting this my entire childhood only to learn the importance of discipline and consistency. Something that bothered me for almost 2 decades finally became my best feature: now I am a massive beast, looking and being superior to any guy I meet on my way. And for fuck’s sake, it suits me well.

I accepted myself and my desires a long time ago and it greatly affected my appearance and character through the years. Someone who started like a simple teenage bully in a leather jacket transformed into a Master, a Dom, an Owner. That’s the person you could potentially see right now in the living room: dressed in all black leather from the hat on my bold head to the classic leather pants tucked into knee-high boots. An untouched cigar in an ashtray on the table was a bit of a stereotype, but who could blame me at this point? There were no people around to witness this… Except for one person. Tommy.

But Tommy was occupied.

 

Of course, you couldn’t have known that he was here. Honestly speaking, even his own mother wouldn’t be able to recognize him at this point. Don’t worry, nothing terrible has happened. He was only wearing some rubber outfit, covering him head to toe, making him secure and unnoticeable.

Tommy was standing on all fours; his face was directed towards me. One of my booted legs was comfortably lying down on his back, the other one was on the chair, just several inches from his hooded face. He couldn’t see it – the hood didn’t imply any perforation for eyes – but at this point Tommy was an experienced slave, knowing how to behave. He stuck out his tongue and slowly leaned forward until the rough surface of his tongue met the smooth sole of my boot. Without any hesitation he started to slide up - reaching the shoe toe - only to start over again and again. Perfection.

But it wasn’t always like that.

 

I met Tommy when he was 21, exactly 7 years ago. It was a long and beautiful journey...

…from a frightened boy to a proud slave.

…from an anxious human to a happy gimp.

…from a lonely soul to the happiest man alive.

I want to show you that this perfection is real. I want to show you that there is a way for everyone. I want to show you that it’s not that hard in the end.

That is why it’s so important to write my notes about Tommy.

 

But let’s circle back 7 years ago, to the lovely kinky bar on Friday night where we first met.

I remember this night like it was yesterday. Everything was as usual: few people drinking, few people dancing, 2 guys in the stall of the bathroom beside me. And then he walked in… A charming young guy with curly hair, deep blue eyes, and a way too good-natured smile. A guy full of life, full of plans, full of dreams… That’s what made him ideal for me.

You see, my strategy in creating a perfect slave is very different from most of the masters. I know their way very well: find a submissive guy, take all his dreams away, replace them with yours, and finally break him into servitude. Indeed, it works well for many doms and subs, but it’s not my way.

 I’ve never liked breaking someone. I’ve always wanted to do the opposite: make the person happy, fulfill all his dreams, make him live the best of his life… while serving me of course. And to be honest, it’s so easy to do it with the right guy, you only must show him the way. You must show him that all he wants is in reach of his hand, he just doesn’t realize the true nature of how it works.

 

Tommy thought that he wanted to start a new life, all he really wanted was to stop running away from who he was.

Tommy thought that he wanted to feel a sweet taste of freedom, all he really wanted was to feel the spice of adventure on his tongue.

Tommy thought that he wanted to get in control of everything in his life, all he really wanted was to finally lose all that control and anxiety to just feel free.

Tommy thought that he wanted to become a strong man inside, all he really wanted was a strong man inside him.

 

Do you see the difference? So close to being happy, yet so far away from understanding it. Thankfully, life always finds a way to show the path… And this time the way was me.

Sometimes it will be difficult. Sometimes it will be scary. Sometimes you will hate it; sometimes you will fight it… Until comes the day when it all changes. You never know when it comes, but you will remember it for sure. I remember this day for Tommy.

 

By that time, we had been together for several months. Not so long, but I was making my progress with the speed of light. From an awkward date in the pizza place to the first blowjob in the cinema. From innocent hug on the street to the doggy style in the back of my car. From casual hugs while watching horror movies to the daily fuck on the coffee table.

I didn’t forget about making progress with the fetish part too. I planned every single part of it, and it went as smoothly and unnoticeable as possible.

Do you mind if I keep my socks on? I know, clumsy me, forgot to take them off before sliding inside you. Oh, is it okay if I keep my boots on this time? I keep slipping on the floor without them in this position. What? The leather jacket? You said I look sexy in it, so I decided to wear it for sex too. Yeah, of course, it’s stupid to wear all of that without my pants, it gives the whole look. Wait, you’re telling me that I was fucking you the whole week fully dressed? And you were naked all the time? Oh my God, it’s so rude of me, let’s find something for you too. Damn it, I don’t have any more leather clothes, how about we try some rubber? Sure, pull this shirt on, doesn’t it feel amazing? What? Did I change the thermostat? Of course, it was too hot in the room for our passionate sex. You are freezing? That’s because you’re not wearing any pants, dummy, just slide in these. Oh no, honey, you are too loud today, we cannot disturb our neighbors, let’s put this muzzle on so you don’t have to suppress all those sexy moans. Yeah, that’s so much better…

Today everything was going as usual. Fully dressed, I was prepared to give Tommy what he deserved. And yet I was still expecting the same problem that I was observing all the past months…

His mind was still resisting.

 

How was it even possible? Tommy is a natural bottom, two times smaller than me, naturally open-minded and submissive. And now, after all that hard sex, under all those layers of rubber, his mind was still resisting to cross that final line and give me all the control.

Every time I was rubbing my dick against his ass, Tommy’s mind was immediately denying me any access, shutting his hole so tight that even Superman wouldn’t be able to break that defense.

Every time I had to calm him down, stroke his head, kiss him on the muzzled lips, gently touch his thighs, and do everything needed to finally get permission to enter his body and his mind. Every day of all the days we’ve been together… But it couldn’t last forever. Today was the day when it finally happened.

 

I squeezed some lube on my naked dick and thoroughly rubbed it all over. Pressed my hot and wet glans against his anus expecting the usual denial, but instead, I received a warm welcome from the wide-open asshole.

I froze. It took me just a few seconds to understand the importance of what was happening. Now I must show it to Tommy.

 

Quickly turning him on the back, I bent his legs to create a beautiful view. It was a masterpiece on 3 levels: Tommy’s hooded and muzzled head on the bed, his spread legs and open ass right above it, my wet pulsating dick looming over everything below.

 

Seconds turned into hours.

 

I could see that Tommy was as surprised as I was. I could see his blue eyes wide open in shock through the holes of the hood. He thought he will do his usual play to make me beg for fucking him, only to learn that his body betrayed him.

Yes. His own body decided to betray him. His own body wanted me to be in charge. His own body chose my dick over his delusion of control.

I could see he was still trying. He was trying to send that brain impulse that will slam his asshole, but it was still wide open. He was trying to scream under that muzzle, but his mouth remained perfectly silent. At this point, he could only watch. And I will make him watch.

 

My gloved hand gently touched the root of my dick, pointing it directly into Tommy’s hole. Thick and long, it looked both terrifying and gorgeous at the same time. Slowly, inch by inch, I started moving my dick down, until it reached the warming lips of my slave’s anus, begging me to be inside and take what is mine. No need to ask me twice.

I slid in without any hesitation. Finally, after all these months of work, I didn’t have to win my way into this silky sleeve but could enter it all at once, with all the depth I could, until my sweaty balls didn’t seal the only entrance. I sighed in the desperate desire to never leave this ass, but Tommy had to learn the lesson. I pulled my dick fully out, showing it back to him in the same position, and looked directly into his eyes. But he wasn’t looking at me.

Tommy was looking at my cock like he was hypnotized. I made sure that he had a good view, that he could see every hair, every pulsating vein in it. The sweat from my balls started running down my dick, the drops were freely dripping inside his ass, finding a final shelter in the depth of his colon. Just a few seconds before his colon gave a thirsty hug to the 8 inches of my thick meat.

Yes, Tommy. You are still allowed to see it. You are still allowed to feel it. But that’s all. That’s what happens when your consciousness tries to fight your deepest and darkest desires. They still take control.

Look at your asshole... Do you see?

 

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

 

It’s not just a physical process, it’s a deep psychological mechanism.

In and out.

In and out.

 

I am in…

…and you are out.

Welcome to your new life.

 

I stopped wearing condoms with Tommy a long time ago, and it was time to show him why I chose it this way. It was time to finish his transformation and plant a seed of my will inside him. This seed will be literally absorbed and become a part of this body, it will become a constant reminder of my presence, my power, my control.

I will plant this seed in his guts, but it will grow in his mind. It will develop into something new, something strong, something like… A shiny little gimp I always wanted him to be. The gimp will grow slowly, but I will make sure to contribute to his growth, day by day, drop by drop, seed by seed. Until it becomes complete, ever-present, and all-powerful. And completely loyal to his creator.

 

What about Tommy?

Unexperienced masters could assume that Tommy would be mainly gone by that time.

That’s bullshit. Tommy was inside of this body and this head since their creation and he’s not going anywhere. After all, I’m not a supervillain with the mind control powers, and his inner gimp is not an alien parasite. All I did was just a little change…

…I ensured that Tommy was no longer the main character in his head and his story. Just the watcher. Just for now.

He will look at his development, he will feel every day of it, and he would probably fight this inner gimp as much as he could, but in the end… He will realize that there is no one to fight. It’s not another person. The gimp is Tommy. Tommy is this gimp. It’s not another mindset. Gimp’s dreams are Tommy’s dreams. Tommy’s dreams are gimp’s dreams. Just a trick of his subconscious to show him his real self.

And once he sees it – once he accepts it – once he gives his inner gimp a strong welcome hug – he will find the source of his inner power, the power that will guide Tommy through life in its unique way. No matter with or without me.

 

And I don’t ask a question if it happens or not.

It will happen.

It has already happened.

That is why it’s so important to write my notes about Tommy.