I will never forget the first time me and the Master spoke. It started out so casual.. an online connection. He was cool, calm and collected. He wasn't like the other masters who had tried to get pushy and nasty. This time it was a man who has confidence and natural authority - he wasn't there to push or force, but with an air of expectation he lead me to do what he told me. To do what he wanted. To comply with his wishes. I was nervous of course, and I was wary. What if he recorded my cam sessions? What if he exposed me? What id he blackmailed me? Everything I was doing felt so risky and yet I felt this deep need to simply listen to his voice and to make him happy.
At first it was simple things - such as stripping me on camera, making me show my hole, making me massage my hole. He allowed me to do it without my face on show at first, but then slowly he pushed me further. If I wanted his attention, if I wanted his approval, I needed to keep obeying, keeping going deeper and keep allowing myself to be transformed by him. And in spite of all my better judgment, I did want his approval, I DID want his attention. I had an urge to simply be HIS.
Those early cam sessions moved along quite quickly. I grew to trust the Master. To let myself slide into being who he wanted me to be. As the trust grew I thought nothing of being naked on camera with my face on show. I began to like the feeling of him seeing all of me and being in control. Being naked turned into hole play. Hole play turned into degradation, until he decided it was time for me to take a step further. He wanted to see me used and abused for real, live on stream.
I said no, if course. I couldn't begin to contemplate having a mouth full of cock while a camera was pointing at me, live streaming it to a Master at the other side of the world. And yet...! And yet... Once I knew it's what he wanted, it began to have a corrosive impact on my will. I found myself wanking over the though. I found myself wanting it. Not because I wanted to take the risk or to be watched sucking cock, but because HE wanted me to. Just like that I began to crave the idea.. I knew I was only deserving of his attention if I was willing to obey. Willing to comply. Willing to let go. And so in a matter of just a few days or weeks, I found myself begging to be watched sucking cock. The Master had ideas.. he would have me advertise on a 'dating app' and he would choose who I sucked. My mouth, as far as he was concerned, was his property now and he would decide what it got filled with.
I was apprehensive to try but a few days of being banned from orgasms got me ready to do anything I was told, and so one Friday night I begged to be allowed to fulfil my Master's desires. It was simple to set up the profile and with great nervousness and apprehension I filled it out:
"Submissive slave looking for cock to suck. My master wants to watch on camera as I service a man. Who is up for it?"
I thought perhaps this was a little niche but it seemed a few guys were up for it and my adrenaline pumped as I realised how much I was letting go. I screenshot the profiles to my Master and awaited his response. He picked a mixed race man who lived a short drive away from me and I drove over to his area of town. The guy was very average looking, if not a little on the unattractive side, but then I got the distinct impression from my Master that this was an added bonus. He didn't want me to enjoy it, but simply to learn I existed to please other men. He said my mission was to become all about pleasing cock, not thinking of my own enjoyment.
The Master was tall, bear-like and a real man. He was a gay king and it became apparent very quickly he was an absolute expert in getting guys who were apprehensive, but showed a submissive streak, to surrender to him and to put themselves in his control.
I sat nervously in my car with the phone in hand. "I'm here" I wrote, to both the Master and the book up. I gulped. I was about to suck the cock of a guy I wasn't even attracted to because a Master had told me to .. and it was the biggest rush ever. I stepped out of my car and walked towards the front door.. I knocked with confidence but that isn't how I was feeling inside. I was greeted by a South Asian looking man, a bit taller than me with an average build and a bit of a gut. He welcomed me in and I reminded him I would need to call my Master now. I was lead to the guy's bedroom and as I knelt on the floor, my Master answered the call. I knelt there and the hosts flaccid cock was placed before my face.
"Suck it" I heard through the call.
I began to suck it slowly and it stiffened in my mouth. My host held the sides of my head while I gripped his leg with one hand and held the phone with the other.
"Good boy" my Master said, with an air of perverted sexual pleasure in his voice. This drove me wild. My own cock throbbed but I was banned from touching that. I simply had to focus entirely on my host. He moaned as I bobbed my head up and down on the meat, pulling out, kissing and licking it, licking the balls and the head, before sliding it right past my lips again and pushing as far as I could. I gagged.
"Keep going" my host said.
"Yes, keep going slut" I heard through the phone.
I had never felt anything like this. I didn't fancy the this man and yet I was hungrily sucking his meat and gripping his leg as my Master made his enjoyment clear through the phone. I felt the cock pulsate in my mouth and I sucked all the more furiously. The next moment I felt it exploded in my mouth, gushing semen into my mouth and throat and all over my tongue. My master groaned with enjoyment. This was just what he had envisaged from me and I had executed it to his exact commands.
I stood up and asked to use the bathroom. I didn't get to cum - I wasn't there for that after all. I ended the call with my Master and went and sat in my car outside. I was horned up and so still felt very slutty. A little bad, yes.. but mainly just pumped full of adrenaline and actually a little bit pleased with myself that I had given my Master exactly what he wanted.
My phone buzzed and I looked down at the notification screen: "time to go again, faggot".
