Remembering Dom Dominick

I'll never forget the chest pic Dom Dominick sent me after we'd emailed one another.  In a harness, arms crossed, his muscled, hairy chest screamed of a man not afraid to take what he wants.  Thats the kind of man I was looking for, someone who would not hesitate to hold back.  His dick pic wasn't bad either, standing proud was thick Italian sausage, a good solid 8", uncut.  Mmmm.  I had never dabbled in watersports nor electro-play, but I was willing to do anything to meet this man.

He was staying at a posh hotel, in one of its very best suites.  I would meet him at 6am, at least 25 times over the course of the six months he worked in the area.  He would challenge me further each time, and each time ended with a nice load of cum deposited right up my ass after a very rough fuck.

But, let's go back to how our sessions would begin.  Dom Dom (I'll call him Dom Dom for short), would have me strip down to my jockstrap at the door, and I would leave my clothes on a chair in the foyer. On a side table there was a dog collar.  Of course, I was told to place it around my neck.  Most times, there would be a fresh glass of morning piss for me to drink.  Dom Dom expected me to drink it completely, and then I was to kneel, with eyes diverted to the tiled floor.  The first time I was presented with Dom's morning piss, he handed it to me, and watched me suffer as I struggled to drink it.  It was humiliating as he stood over me, taunting me, laughing at me, degrading me, and even slapping my face, until every single drop was inside my gullet and swallowed.  It was an ordeal.  Dom Dom set the expectation afterwards that it is my duty to drink his superior piss immediately upon entry in the future, and if I failed to do so, I might as well leave.  Needless to say, I became so addicted to Dom Dom's attention, and that exquisite cock, that I used that as motivation to drink it down all in one gulp!

Dom Dom would then attach a leash to the collar and had me crawl behind him to the large bathroom where he would push me into the shower stall with his foot, kicking me until I was in the exact position he liked, upright on my heels, with my mouth open wide, and then he would piss all over me...my hair, my face, my open mouth, my chest, my jock. I was drenched in piss.  He would wake up as early as 4:30am every morning to go to the gym and he drank lots of water deliberately, so the piss I drank at the door was from early in the morning, and plenty of time for him to manufacture more by the time I arrived.  He loved to see how I would rub his piss all over my body, thanking him for the golden shower.  I loved seeing his stern face looking down at me; the look of absolute disgust that I was relishing in it.  (More to come on the piss aspect of this story later...).

Once the piss ritual was completed, I was then reattached to the leash and walked into the living room.  Dom Dom licked to shove me with his heel right in my ass to push me along the tile faster. I loved feeling his size 11 foot touch me, it was like an electric jolt (not literally, that would come later).  Then he would peel off his sweaty sock and push his toes into my mouth. I would pretend to be uncooperative so he would step on my face and yell down to me, "open your fucking mouth, bitch! Clean my toes!"  I wasn't even into feet, but I was into Dom Dom, so I opened my mouth and inhaled his sweat and musky feet as I took each toe into my mouth one at a time, one foot at at time, and gave then the attention they deserved.  If it appeared I was "phoning it in", Dom Dom had several times, stepped on the back of my head, had my ass upright and would flog me with his leather belt.  This was a good way to remind me to stay on task.  

Once he felt I'd worshipped his feet correctly, he'd zip tie my hands behind my back, and liked me ass up, he'd had quite a collection of canes, whips, paddles, floggers, etc.  Depending on his mood, the duration, instrument, and strength he applied would fluctuate.  A lot of it depended on my performance in the prior minutes, and sometimes he liked to use my body to vent his pent-up frustrations about work or other things.  He realized early on that I was somewhat of a pain pig, so he had no reservations or qualms about it.  I was there by my own consent, and this was part of the experience I signed up for.  As crazy as it sounds, my dick would get hard when I stole backward glances and watched Dom Dom use his athletic strong body to discipline me.  I especially loved seeing him sweat a little bit, and even recall the dark tufts of exposed hairs of his armpits as he lifted his arm up to flog me, or slap me.  I was caught in the act of staring at his armpit a few times, and he'd shove my face into them and force me to inhale and to lick them clean.  I almost came from this several times.

Once I'd been properly disciplined by Dom Dom's standards, I sat on a chair, arms again zip tied or cuffed behind me.  That's when he applied the electro-stimulation clamps to my nipples and my cock.  He loved to see my facial expressions change as he adjusted the levels from pure ecstasy to painful, and cross that fine line.  He'd bring me to brink of orgasm and as I would cry out I was ready to blow, he'd turn it up high enough I couldn't exactly see straight.  There were a few occasions I couldn't help it, and I did release my sperm.  That did not please Dom Dom, and after I would clean my mess with my tongue, he'd throw my clothes at me, call me pathetic and unworthy, and I had to leave.  He would deprive me of his cum until I learned how to control myself.  I sometimes wondered if Dom Dom did this deliberately, just to fuck even more with my impressionable mind.  Almost every time we met, he made a point to tell me I was a cock-crazed faggot, he could not understand why I would subject myself to all of this just to get a taste of his cock!  

He was right.  With every humiliating act, with every verbal condemnation, I always thought about the dick I worked so hard to get.  It was a journey I was willing to take.  Dom Dom would unlock my wrists from behind the chair and relock them behind me.  He sat on the chair and when he felt I had truly earned the right to put his Alpha cock in my mouth, he wanted mouth-only oral gratification.  I loved worked his shaft and feeling it plump and stiffen in my throat.  Sometimes he would use the back of his elbows to force my head down until my nose was buried in his balls and just hold me down for long periods of time until I would try to squirm for air.  Most times, when he was hard enough, he would push me off his cock and again kick me until I was ass up, using the saliva still remaining on his cock, he'd spear me with is erection, gripping my hips so hard, deep powerful thrusts. I'd try to look back at him to see this hulk of a man fucking me, just to have the image to jerk off to later.  He'd fuck me until his need to breed was fulfilled.  

He'd unlock my wrists and then he left the scene heading to the bathroom.  Most times he would say something along the lines of "you smell like a urinal, get the hell out of my room!".  So, imagine, after all this, it was usually around 7:15-7:30am, I would stroll into the locker room at the gym nearby my office smelling exactly like a urinal with acrid breath, and lash marks all over my ass and back.  Most guys would find the staring unnerving.  I could see the faces of the men in the locker room looking at me with disdain, wondering what the hell had just walked in, etc.  Not me, I loved the attention.  I loved that these men have to have been thinking something filthy about me, and knowing that was a turn on beyond words.  I would go into the shower and rinse off the piss from my body and most mornings, I jerked off all over the shower stall.

I miss Dom Dom, it's been a very, very long time.  I have not experienced electro-play with anyone else since, but I have dabbled a little more with piss play.  I thank Dom Dom for challenging my limits and I learned a lot about myself in that I had no idea what I was willing to do just to get some dom top's cock.  Dom Dom helped me see myself for who I am and what I have become.