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New Zealand Cruise with Linda

Linda and I had been planning a trip down under for several years. Finally, we booked a cruise around New Zealand and you have to read this story.

My wife is a round and sexy woman. She has huge tits and is not afraid to show off a bit of cleavage when she's in the mood, which is most of the time. Our sex life is great. Linda loves giving blow jobs while she has a vibrator stuck up her pussy. We add to the blitz by bringing in imaginary partners, usually through the stories on Literotica. Linda reads a story, usually about a gal and a couple of guys, while she rubs me the right way with KY lube. I'm always good and hard by the time the story's through.

Then my wife gets down under the sheets and gives me a good blow while we talk about doing what we've just read about. It doesn't take long for the vibrator to knock Linda for a loop and it doesn't take long for my wife's suction to bring me out of my shell...so to speak.

OK, I have only had two sex partners in my life. I was a faithful husband. I had a one night stand. Then I met Linda. She gave me my second blow job of my life. If my first wife hadn't been dead I would have had to kill her. I was totally addicted to blow jobs.

My sex life had been fairly boring. But, Linda's was just the opposite. She grew up in the 60's: "If it feels good, do it."

I grew up in the 50's: "If it feels good, you'll go to Hell."

Before I married Linda, she told me about all her sex partners. She had had three at a time, during her hippie days. She had had double penetration and gang bangs during her disco days.

Linda loved to tell me a little about her own stories while she had that vibrator deep inside and she would suck me dry...in no time at all. Damn, she was hot.

While in the heat of the moment, I would always say to Linda that we needed to find some unknown guys and do a double penetration, and she would agree...but after her orgasms stopped, she would always back out and say that she would NEVER really do that. After sex, she would always back out of actually living out our (or my) fantasies. This seemed strange to me because she had broken that barrier and done a threesome before.

Now, Linda was reluctant due to the prevalence of AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. Ok, she had a good point, but we could take care of those concerns with condoms. It seemed like more than that, but I didn't know what.

We flew 14 hours from San Francisco to Auckland, New Zealand, where our cruise began, and had gone a few days early to cope with jet lag. A lot of things "down under" were odd, or at least different than in the good ole USA. For one thing, our "maid" was a guy.

Our "maid" was under twenty, buff, tan, and I knew he would remind Linda of her lovers in Hawaii. He was a beach boy with shaggy hair that fell into his eyes. He wasn't very good at making up the room. He didn't vacuum or pick up trash. He wasn't the type of guy who would normally have this job, so I figured he was a little more adventurous and kind of "trashy" himself. He didn't look like the kind of guy who would turn down a free fuck...and he seemed like the type who would do just about anything for money, just as long as it didn't require any "work". Just the type of guy I was looking for.

Linda is a very sound sleeper who usually slept naked, though occasionally she wore night shades. And, in a hot clime like Auckland, she usually pushed off the cotton sheet, leaving her breasts and, sometimes, her clean-shaven pussy exposed. It was almost impossible to wake her up in the morning. Everyone in her family was like that. So, this made my little ménage-a-trois a fait accompli.

I woke up before her, as I always did, and put out the "Please Make Up This Room" sign. Then pulled the bedding down and exposed Linda's "everything". It took quite a while for that lazy maid-boy to finally get to our room.

When I heard someone fumbling to get the door open, I jumped back behind the closet door. It had louvers so I could scan the room. I really had a pretty good view, but the boy would have seen me if he came all the way into the room. My heart was pounding. That surfer boy was just standing there trying to decide what to do. Time just hung in the air. Tick. Tock.

I really didn't know what would happen at this point, but he took the bait. The kid quietly shut the door behind him. He stared at my wife. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and unzipped his pants. He started jerking off. His erection was pretty huge. Hell, he was hung like a young horse. This was my fantasy coming on for real.

I wanted him to fuck my wife, not just beat off, but I wasn't sure how to get this to happen. I didn't want to scare this kid away. So, I kicked a shoe out of the closet. It was enough to make him turn and look but not enough to freak him out. Then, I stepped out from behind the door and held a finger up to my lips in the universal "shhh-don't-say-anything-or-we're-fucked" sign. The kid wasn't stupid and he stayed and stayed quiet. He knew who I was. So, he watched me to see what I would do next.

I only had my underwear on, because that's what I sleep in and what I wear for lounging around. It was obvious that my dick was bulging out a fair bit. I gave him sign language that meant, "Take your clothes off and lie down next to my wife." That took him about two seconds. I went to the door, took off the sign for the maid, and gave the dead bolt a twist.

We closed the curtains and shut off the lights making the room nearly pitch dark, though there were a few rays of soft light coming from the bathroom. Linda always sleeps on her right side, curled into a quasi-fetal pose, and surfer boy was behind her. He reached over and started fondling Linda's left breast. If there's one thing my wife hates, it's being groped while she is sleeping. She pushed his hand away and made that infamous, "nooo!" whining sound that only pissed-off wives make. Then Linda turned over on her stomach to protect herself from what she thought was my hand.

The boy reached over and held Linda around her shoulders to calm her. She went back to sleep. I was beside myself with excitement and scooted onto the other side of the bed. While pretty boy held Linda, I inserted a finger into her vagina. She must have been having a good dream because she drew out a muffled quiet moan, maybe even a sigh, and I very slowly pumped my finger in and out of her slippery hole. The movements touched into her dreams. She turned over so her breasts were out in the open. The kid very carefully cupped her breast, just warming it with his hand.

Linda was getting wet, but she was still very truly asleep. The timing seemed right. I had the kid put his finger into her pussy. Then he turned her over slowly and slipped his surfer-dong into her opening. It took Linda a minute to realize she was not dreaming. Then she put her arms around him, thinking it was me, and said a very sleepy version of....something like, "What the fuck?" when she realized that it was a skinny tall guy with deep muscles on top of her. It wasn't her husband.

Linda started to freak. She was making all kinds of noise and I didn't want to have a scene with the hotel management, so I told Linda it was all right. I told her I was right there and not to be afraid. So she settled down. She didn't know whether to be pissed or whether to enjoy this.

My wife started to say things that were a bit hazed...like she couldn't remember where we were. I told her gently that we were in a hotel in New Zealand and we were on vacation. So, she seemed to decide, "what the heck," and started moaning and moving her hips in time with surfer boy. She fell back into her old ways. It was just another fuck to her. It was just like the good times, when no one had a care in the world. And, it was surprising how quickly she fell back into the fuck fest.

Linda threw her legs around the boy's waist. He was really pounding into her now. She was breathing audibly and moaning from time to time. He really was a good fuck. Hell, he was a good sport about this whole thing. I wondered if this happened to him often.

I grabbed Linda's head. She had been shaking it from side to side in a continuous non-stop fuck-frenzy do-it-to-me-now orgasm. I turned her head to the right and shoved my big banana down her throat. It was too much too fast and Linda started gagging. So I pulled my dick out a bit to give her room to breathe. I didn't mind scaring her, but I didn't want to kill her. She was a great wife and she loved to suck cock. I pulled out, grabbed some lube and slid my slippery snake back into her sensitive mouth.

Sucking and fucking...it pushed my little lady over the edge. She was trying to pull the semen out of my balls, she was sucking so hard. I didn't know how much of this I could take.

I had never actually been in the room with another couple screwing. I had never done anything like this in my perfect little Catholic boy life. I was bombed by overwhelming sensations of decadence. Why didn't everyone do this? Why had I waited so long? And, I....was....going...to... COME!

I said what I always say, according to Linda, "Take it! Take it deep! Take it all!" and she did. This took Linda to a higher plateau of sexual-blissful-floating on air. She swallowed what she could and started shaking. The sight of the sperm gushing out of Linda's face, and the contractions in Linda's pussy, had the usual effect on a young and healthy motherfucker like surfer boy. He sweated more. His penis grew larger in Linda and she made some deep-voiced sounds something like, "Yeah, oh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah," in time with his thrusts. He shot off a wad of come deep into Linda's hole. Exquisite. There was just enough light to see her eyes roll back as she moaned low and gave in to the perfect moment. Pretty boy gave up a vocalized, "Yeah, oh fuck!" as the last twitch and squirt petered out of his low-riding dong.

The kid rolled off of Linda, found his pants, shoved his dick back in. Grabbed his shirt and sandals and was out of there as quickly as he came. So much for spooning... well to be fair, he was at work.

I was so turned on by the whole thing that my dick puffed up to rock hardness within a minute or two. I had never done anything so sexy in my whole life. I stuck my hard penis into my wife's slippery, sleazy cunt and I came again within seconds. I didn't go soft right away, so I just kept pumping and pumping until my rod was so soft that it slipped out of the goo and plopped onto the bed between my wild wife's legs. Yeah, I thought, this is what a vacation should be.

So, knowing how sleepy Linda is in the morning, I went out and got some croissants and juice for my lovely wife. After breakfast, we talked about what just happened. Linda called me some names for tricking her into a threesome, but she did agree that it was sexy-great and recalled a few blasts from the past for her. I pampered her all day. I brought over her favorite book, so she could laze around in the afterglow of a sexual romp. I made an appointment for a manicure and a pedicure and to have her hair washed and dried. I bought her a curvalishious body-hugging sundress and we went out to a chi chi dinner with the fou fou food that I hate, with all the swirly sauce decorating the plate.

I decided to romance her into doing this sexy wild-thing again. A few drinks. A little cuddling. And, soon she would be getting with the program.

The next morning down at the hotel's free breakfast, I ran into surfer-boy, the maid. He said he had a great time and was wondering if I wanted to do it again. I just perked right up (all over). I found out his name was Steve, and Steve wanted to bring some friends. I jumped at the chance and told him that I could make it happen tonight if he could get the guys together by then. We agreed on 10:30 pm. I told him to let himself in with his key. Surfer Steve was going to try to bring 3 of his friends to party on down.

I spent the day being the happy chaperone to Linda. I did all the things I hate, like art galleries, and wandering the city so my wife could take some dorky artsy photos....hell, just buy a postcard, will ya? And, I was sweet and didn't complain and didn't try to get her to eat a big Mac, which was what I really wanted. Hell, I really wanted to see the semi-naked bodies on the nearby beaches, but I stuck to my plan because I knew there would be a payoff at the end of the day.

I made sure there was plenty of wine and hard stuff in the hotel room. I had our concierge find us some razzle-dazzle phony-romantic restaurant for dinner. I wanted Linda to get good and soused, just drenched in alcohol. I was careful to look like I was meeting her drink for drink, but after a while she would never notice that I was alert and sober. I walked Linda back to the hotel room, actually, I carefully guided her around unstable sidewalks and cars that came from nowhere and were always on the wrong side of the road.

It was around ten. We got in the room and I kicked off my shoes. Linda plopped on the bed and was teasing me for a little loving. She gets horny when she drinks. I talked to her about the other day when she fucked the hotel boy and she admitted that she loved it. She didn't want to do it again, but... well, it was fun... maybe she would think about doing that again sometime.

I took her clothes off her. She helped a bit, but I was doing all the work. I took off my clothes, got in bed and told Linda how incredibly horny it made me to watch her fucking another guy. It was the highlight of our marriage. I was looking at my watch and timing my moves so that I was fucking Linda when the four guys arrived.

I had just entered her drunken pussy when the door opened. Linda was too into herself and her orgasm to notice. Well, when they sat on the bed, she opened her eyes wide. They had stripped naked. They were quick little buggers, I'll grant you that. No time a wasting.

Linda started to protest, but I knew she was just trying to be a "good girl". She didn't want to be the wanton slut that she had been in her good old days. But she knew, and I knew, and Steve knew, and Steve's friends knew that she was asking for it. She was ready for it. She was smiling and trying to hide that smile...but we all knew what was coming.

Linda was too tipsy to do much other than lie back and get the brains fucked out of her. And, if a guy had that option, we would do the same thing, only we wouldn't have to get drunk first.

So the guys came over to the bed. Really, there was nothing Linda could do if she wanted to. What could she do? Yell, "Rape!...?" Yeah, right. Besides, I could see that her horniness factor was shooting through the roof. I don't think she had ever "played" with 5 boys before, but it was time for a show down... or maybe it was just time for a show...

So I finished up and squirted a bit of goo into Linda, just to get the party rolling, and I sat back in my chair to watch the promised "show". I didn't have to do anything else, I just got out of the way and lit up a cigarette...which was probably illegal. Though, I don't think that anything else going on was. Just five happy campers playing house.

Steve put his hard dick into Linda's mouth. She gagged and giggled when he pulled out for a little lube. I could see that she was ready for some fun. Some big guy got under Linda and she went face down on top of him. Big Guy put his zinger into Linda's semen-slimed pussy. A skinny kid got on top of Linda to make a nice Linda sandwich. I got up and handed Skinny some lube because she hadn't been fucked in the ass for quite a while and she would need it, no matter how much wine she had had. It worked and Skinny slid in an inch at a time while Linda tried to get him to slow down, but all she could say was, "kwwahh," or some other unintelligible word because she had Surfer Steve's dick down her throat.

The other two boys were just wanking around waiting their turn. They were waiting for Steve to give the go ahead. It came when Steve started moaning, "oh, oh, oh, yeah, fuck yeah." Then he pulled out and shot sperm all over the whole group in a sadistic exhibitionistic sort of way. Skinny guy got most of it and gave Steve a dirty look, but then went back to the ass he was grabbing and fucking. One boy was faster than the other and got Linda's mouth. He fucked right into that bitch's face. Wait, that bitch was and is my wife. Cool. What a great show. It got me so hard, I almost shot off right there.

Well, I think it was the smell of semen or my wife's cum smell or something and it all happened really quickly. Skinny shot spunk into my wife's ass. He pulled out quick as shit. Then the lonely boy, the last wanker pushed skinny onto the side of the bed and rammed his hotrod into Linda's ass before she even knew it was someone else.

Oh, Linda by the way, by this time was fading in and out of consciousness. You could tell she went dark when she was quiet. And, then something jerked her back into reality and she would be moaning...as best she could with a hog in her mouth. But, she was loving it. I know my wife. She was really hot and heavy into this. Fuck. One long rolling orgasm after the other, who wouldn't be. The big guy on the bottom grunted and groaned and finally came inside Linda's pussy. But there were too many people on top of him, so he just stayed inside Linda and let the cum leak out. The guy in Linda's ass was done as well. He walked away in a haze of sweat. I got up and dumped another load into the slippery mass of ass that just about everyone had tasted.

I was exhausted but mesmerized. I poured a drink and went back to my chair. People got moved around. Steve was coordinating the fuck-a-thon. He was older. The guys listened to him. Soon Linda was quiet and seemed to be sleeping. I told Steve to end the party. The guys finished up as much as they could. Grabbed their clothes and pulled them together. They waved to me and left. That was weird.

But, what was really weird was how I liked watching my wife be a fuck-a-tronic-toy. I loved watching white cum shooting and dripping all over her. I liked the fact that she liked fucking. I couldn't believe that I did this to her, but then again, I couldn't believe that she liked it.

This was the greatest, most wicked day of my life. I didn't think it would ever really happen. But, it was better in life than in print.

One guy put his erection into her mouth as one entered her anus (a first for Linda) while the two other guys sucked her breasts. I almost immediately dumped a load into her pussy and was replaced by one of the guys who were sucking her breasts. Linda was constantly having orgasms. The guy in her ass exploded just as the one in her mouth did. This went on until 2 AM with all 5 of us guys each cumming in her cunt, mouth and ass before we were totally drained.

At 10AM we checked out of the hotel to get on our Princess Cruise ship and planned to continue our adventure.

At around 11 AM our Ocean View room on the Diamond Princess was ready. A few minutes later our cabin boys Paul & John knocked on the door and introduced themselves to us. Both of them were Canadian citizens and had been working for Princess for 11 months. After they left Linda said they were both very cute and she would not mind fucking their brains out. Just the thought of that gave me an instant erection and we were soon in the 69 position with me eating her dripping pussy as she sucked the tip of my penis which really puts me over the top quickly. Sure enough I came into her mouth within a few minutes as her juices nearly drowned me. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and quietly put out the "Service Wanted Sign".

We continued to kiss and fondle each other as Paul entered the room. He turned red and said "I'm so sorry please excuse me". I said the sign said "Service Wanted" don't apologize just join us.

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Taken from my new sub’s blog called “Becoming Black Sovereign’s Slave”.

As per my Master’s direct orders, I’m posting a blog that details my journey to becoming his owned property and slave. This is the approved installment:

My first correspondence with my Master, Black Sovereign, was on May 16th of 2012. At the time I was an unclaimed slave and new to BMR. Like most white subs on the site, I began reaching out and networking with several of the Black Masters here. All were gracious in welcoming me to BMR and a few immediately established regular contact with me, one of them being Black Sovereign.  From our very first exchange, I felt there was something different about him. There was a calm authority to his emails, a certain “knowing” in the way he communicated with me, and something soothing but simultaneously intimidating about his tone.  The more I chatted with him, the more I wanted to chat with him. And I found myself eagerly looking forward to his next email or simple “hello” via IM.

Since I was scheduled to visit Denver (his home city) on business for a few days in June, and having been intrigued by Black Sovereign’s blog entries on BMR as well as on his own site, I decided to write and inquire about the possibility of serving him during my trip. He very generously permitted me to contact him once I arrived in town, which I promptly did. Black Sovereign designated specific nights and times when he would be available for me to kneel before him. Unfortunately, work demands prevented me from meeting with him. And although Black Sovereign was more than understanding of my situation, I left Denver sorely disappointed that I missed the opportunity to serve and with a deep sense of somehow having failed him.

Little did I know that this missed opportunity was my first step toward becoming Black Sovereign’s slave…

Black Sovereign and I continued communicating almost daily. He asked how I came to recognize Black Superiority and instructed me to detail my experiences with Black Superiors up until now.  I told him everything he wanted to know in as much detail as he required. Not only because I tend to be very forthright in general, but also because I recognized the importance of absolute transparency when communicating with a Black Master.

For me, enslavement was not merely a fantasy or a way of getting off sexually. I wasn’t on BMR to simply find “black cock”. My goal was eventually to become the owned property of a true Black Superior and everything that entailed. In my mind, it was my duty and obligation to be as open and honest as possible at ALL times with Black Sovereign. He wanted a complete list of any other Masters I was in communication with, at the time. He also wanted to know which of these Masters I was currently either in regular (daily) contact with or being trained by. There was only one – Master W. He was the first Black Superior to contact me on BMR and establish a connection with me. As it turned out, Master W and Black Sovereign already had their own communication in place and I was soon being “trained” by both of them jointly.

So I went from searching for one Master to being officially trained by two. It was more than I could have hoped for. And I quickly realized it was also more than I could handle…

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But each one also has his own methods, preferences, and expectations. Master W would chat/cam with me almost every day during the week, usually in the early morning or sometime before noon. Since I work from home and have a certain amount of privacy during work hours, he’d have me strip for him, show my cock, balls, and ass to him. I was never allowed to cum without Master W’s express permission, so he always wanted to check my balls to make certain they were swollen and full, not hanging low and drained. Sometimes he’d order me to edge while he watched, keeping myself on the verge of orgasm indefinitely until he told me to stop. At other times, he’d have me smack my cum-filled balls repeatedly. He’d also have me tie my cock and balls tightly each day and forbid me to wear underwear so that my bound and sensitive cock-head was always rubbing against my jeans or shorts as I walked (a constant reminder of my servitude and an equally constant frustration).

Once, as punishment, I was forbidden to cum for over three months. It was during this time that my training under Black Sovereign began.

Due to his own schedule, Black Sovereign and I chatted in the evenings. The tone of our conversations was noticeably different from those I had with Master W. While both were (and are) clearly men in control who know how to treat and guide a white slave, Black Sovereign had (and has) a calm about him that is hard to describe. Maybe it was due to my familiarity with his blog writings and involvement with BMR, but I immediately had a sense that I’d known Black Sovereign forever. I trusted him completely without hesitation. And I was open and honest with him about all aspects of my vanilla life and my experiences in submission.

Black Sovereign decided to keep me locked in chastity on a daily basis as a sign of my servitude to both him and Master W. This placed me in a constant state of bondage and rendered all control of my cock and balls to my Masters. For me, this was simultaneous bliss and torture. Like most submissives, I have a love-hate relationship with bondage of any kind. While I love the feeling of being helplessly bound and gagged, I always want out in the worst possible way. Once set free, I instantly long to be back in bondage again. Having a naturally high libido, chastity is at times almost unbearable for me. The sensation of being tightly confined is extremely erotic but being in an almost pervasive state of semi-arousal, accompanied by my body’s frequent attempts at forcing an erection, is pure torture. This new chastity schedule made my months of orgasm denial even more intense and nearly unbearable; and though I’ve eventually adapted to the sensation over time, the frustration of never getting erect or only occasionally having an orgasm can be overwhelming and daunting. But I endure this willingly for my Master. And I do it with pride and a deep sense of accomplishment because I know that I’m pleasing him. And that’s what matters most.

As my training progressed, it became more and more difficult to meet both Master W’s and Black Sovereign’s expectations in addition to the demands of my career and personal life. I wanted to please them both equally, to show my gratitude for their having chosen me to train and to potentially enslave. But I started to feel as if I was being pulled in two directions. My focus began to slip and I made more mistakes more frequently. Master W’s patience with me wore thin. He expressed increasing disappointment with me. His praise of “good boy”, something I’d come to rely on and cherish, was rarely ever given anymore. I became irritable and highly emotional. The sense of joy I’d had at finding not one Master but two was soon replaced by a deep sense of failure and worthlessness. Serving two Masters was becoming virtually impossible. That was now evident. What was also evident was that I would soon have to choose servitude to only ONE Master. And that was a choice I dreaded making…

Serving two Masters proved to be much more challenging (and stressful) than I ever imagined. Though Master W and Black Sovereign were training me jointly, I felt as if I was being pulled in two different directions. Worse yet, I felt as if I was failing miserably at pleasing either of my Superiors, particularly Master W. I was torn. Did I continue trying my best to make both Masters happy or commit to serving only one of them? My impending decision began to weigh very heavily on me. And for a short while, I thought it might be best not to serve either Master. In fact, I actually drafted an email saying as much. But I never sent it. Something inside told me not to. I’d made it this far and my desire to be a white slave to a true Black Superior was much too strong. Then I meditated on my situation. I thought long and hard about it. Played back the past few months over and over again in my mind.  And a realization came to me.

Shortly after starting communication with Black Sovereign, he announced that he was claiming me as his sub and potential slave. He explained that I wasn’t  “officially” claimed yet. That would come later in person if I proved myself worthy. But he was claiming me online as a sign of his genuine interest in my slave potential. And this claim meant that I couldn’t submit to or serve any other Black Superiors unless first approved by him. Master W held in place the same rule, but he had never moved to claim me. I was training under him without any indication that I would actually be his property some day (though he did mention possibly having me serve him in his home on occasion). With Black Sovereign, I knew my prospects. Since he’d already made a preliminary claim on me, I knew there was a chance of being more than just an online slave. But, most importantly, I knew how Black Sovereign made me feel: safe, secure, and of value to him. My connection with him felt natural and right, as if we’d always known each other.  As if I’d somehow always been his slave. And I knew that he was the Master I was meant to serve.

It was difficult notifying Master W of my decision. But afterward, I felt even more confident in my choice to continue my training under Black Sovereign. And when he announced his visit to LA in October, and told me that he wanted me to kneel before him in person, the possibility of officially being claimed as his slave suddenly seemed much more real to me. I could barely contain my excitement at meeting my Master for the first time. But that meeting was still a few months away. And I had a lot to do to get ready for his visit…

In addition to keeping me locked in daily chastity, Black Sovereign regimented me to a strict workout schedule, which was implemented as part of my training under both him and Master W. I have a naturally beefy, muscular build, but a neck/back injury a few years ago left me much more sedentary than usual. I’d put on some extra weight and lost most of my definition. Black Sovereign explained the importance of a slave looking his absolute best for his Master and, seeing my physical potential (and shades of my former physical condition), he pushed me toward that goal. I worked out hard. Six days a week. Black Sovereign’s praise and approval were my sole motivation. At his command, I sent regular progress pics to keep my Master updated on my improvement – and to learn which areas he felt needed more focus. He cast aside my initial goal of losing weight in favor of building muscle. And as my body began to change and improve, so did my self-confidence, along with my excitement at meeting my Master and undergoing his inspection.

In preparation for Black Sovereign’s arrival, I secured him a room at one of the nicest hotels in the area. Not only did I want him to be comfortable, but I also wanted the accommodations to reflect my gratitude for his deeming me worthy of consideration. I knew part of the reason for his visit was to inspect his potential property and decide whether or not he wanted to claim me as his slave.

The weeks seemed to drag on. But finally, it was the Friday before his arrival. Which meant that Sunday night I’d be kneeling before Black Sovereign in person. My excitement was overwhelming. I had to do everything in my power to distract myself and keep busy with other responsibilities. When I received his text notifying me that he’d arrived at the hotel and was “very pleased” with my choice, I couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day. After months of training and dedication, the moment was finally here. I’d been convinced that when I missed the opportunity to serve Black Sovereign in Denver I’d most likely never get another one. Now that I had that second opportunity, I wasn’t going to let anything keep me from it.

Sunday night I arrived at Black Sovereign’s room precisely on time and as instructed. Under my jeans, my cock and balls were confined tightly in steel chastity. As per my Master’s specifications, I wore only a jockstrap to cover my imprisoned cock and leave my ass exposed for his appraisal. To my surprise, when I knocked on the door, one of Black Sovereign’s other slaves answered. I knew he’d be traveling with Black Sovereign but had no idea he’d be in the room when I first met my Master. This threw me off balance a bit, which may have been the intention. I entered and saw Black Sovereign working on his laptop. He gave me a perfunctory glance, told me to enter, then went back to work. I stood patiently waiting for him to finish, trying not to seem too nervous as I did. I was determined to consciously experience very single second of this moment and not have it clouded by anxiety of any kind. I didn’t need to worry. Somehow, just seeing Black Sovereign in the flesh made me feel incredibly calm and safe. I felt “at home”.  And that feeling told me everything I needed to know.

Black Sovereign dismissed his slave so that he and I could be alone. He had me kneel before him. As I kneeled, he instructed me on the protocol of the evening. What would happen and what was expected of me. I responded with a respectful “Yes, SIR” to each question and command. There was a soothing yet forceful tone to his voice. He spoke at a steady pace, with confidence and intent. His presence filled the entire room and I felt humbled by it.

I was instructed to kiss Black Sovereign’s feet and did. He told me this was expected whenever I first entered his presence and before I departed. Then he had me strip down to my jockstrap and stand still for inspection. He grabbed my cock and balls to make certain they were locked in chastity as instructed. A smile crept onto his face. Then he circled me, inspecting my pecs, arms, legs, back, and ass. He gave each ass cheek an approving pat with his hand and said “Nice. It’s gotten much rounder since the last pics you sent me.” He said this with a smile. I smiled in reply.  I was happy he was pleased with my progress. I wanted to look my best for him. He made me feel like I did.

Black Sovereign then stood in front of me, locked his eyes on mine, and simply stared straight into them. He didn’t blink. His focus didn’t waver. He was looking directly into me, making an inner connection, getting inside my mind. I could feel that gaze pierce deeper and deeper, taking hold, gripping me. Then he reached out and took my nipples between the fingers of both his hands. He squeezed them harder and harder until I started to squirm from the pain. “Don’t move,” he said. “Stand perfectly still.” I did as I was told. It wasn’t easy. I have large nips and they’re extremely sensitive. The pain became almost unbearable when he finally released my nipples with a smile. “You did well, slave.” I smiled and thanked him.

Next, Black Sovereign had me remove my jockstrap. He inspected my locked cock and swollen balls. I hadn’t been allowed to cum for six weeks leading up to this moment. I was horny as hell and my dick fought desperately to get hard in its cage.  This made my Master chuckle. “I see what you mean about being frustrated,” he smiled again. This was in reference to occasional emails I had sent describing my rising frustration level at being locked in near-constant chastity. As I’ve detailed on my BMR profile, the device I wear is made of stainless steel and is VERY restrictive. Unlike the more popular plastic chastity devices, the one I’m confined in allows absolutely NO room for my cock to move or grow. I’m seven inches when fully erect. And I’m thick. The chastity cage is only three inches long and narrow. It feels as if I don’t have a dick at all most of the time, only a dull throb between my legs.

Black Sovereign smacked my swollen balls with the palm of his hand, lightly at first then increasingly harder. As with my nips, I wasn’t allowed to flinch or move away from the pain, only endure it for his pleasure.  Then Black Sovereign went to the closet and returned holding a black, leather Riding Crop. He instructed me to push my ass out so as to better feel the sting when he smacked it. I did as instructed, spreading my legs and arching my back slightly. I could feel my balls thrust back and was worried that my Master might see them as another target for his crop. But he didn’t and I’ll admit I was relieved.

After he finished using the crop, Black Sovereign sat in a nearby chair and had me once again kneel before him. He pulled his cock from his pants and placed it in front of my face. It was smooth and thick. He instructed me to take only the tip into my mouth, which I did. Understand that I’m bi but predominantly straight; and sexually I tend toward the Top side of things. I don’t generally fantasize about sucking cock or getting fucked. And my experience level with both is marginal. So having Black Sovereign’s cock in my mouth immediately made me self-conscious and worried that I wouldn’t be able to please him due to my lack of skill. But I put all of my focus on HIM – on his pleasure – on doing what I felt would make HIM feel good. And soon I was deep throating Black Sovereign’s cock down to the balls and massaging it with my throat. I could tell by his occasional moan or sigh that he was pleased. And when he placed his hand firmly against the back of my head, holding my face tight against his body, forcing his cock as far down my throat as it would go – I knew I was doing an adequate enough job.

Each time, Black Sovereign would hold my head for longer and longer stretches of time. I was gagged so completely with his cock that I could barely make a sound; and my nostrils were closed off by being forced tight against the smooth skin of his pelvis. Unable to make a sound, I struggled to breathe in silence. And only when my struggles became clearly desperate did Black Sovereign allow me to take a breath before forcing his cock back down my throat and smothering me again. This taught me quickly that I relied entirely on Black Sovereign for the very air I breathe. And it humbled me completely. Not only was I amazed at what a cocksucker I’d so easily become for him, but also at how much I truly felt like a slave. HIS slave.

Black Sovereign pulled his cock from my throat and told me to stand. He gently caressed my ass cheeks with his hand, comforting me, lulling me, before suddenly demonstrating his “bare hand” spanking technique. I did my best not to flinch as the pain intensified and my ass went from pale white to pinkish red. “There. That’s a nice color” he said with approval. “Lie face down on the bed.”

I did as I was instructed, the pressure on my imprisoned cock becoming more unbearable with the weight of my body against it. Black Sovereign spread my legs. I felt something cool and wet against my asshole, followed by Black Sovereign’s fingers moving inside me, massaging me, opening me up. I moaned into the mattress but remained perfectly still, assuming that Black Sovereign’s “no movement” rule applied here as well. Up until this moment, I’d only ever been fucked three times before in my life. The first time was a dreadful experience that put me off the whole notion of having another man’s dick in my ass. The second experience was much more pleasurable, but still nothing to write home about. The third was merely a repeat of the first. Knowing Black Sovereign was about to fuck me stirred up mixed emotions. I wanted to be claimed as his slave. Wanted it more than anything. So part of me was excited that he was actually going to fuck me and make his claim on me official. But the other part of me dreaded the experience based on my past. Yet despite my fears, I relaxed and put my focus solely on Black Sovereign and his pleasure.

I felt him climb on top of me, felt his body weight pin me down. Then the hard tip of his cock was pushed against my asshole and soon was slowly but deliberately sliding into of me, deeper and deeper. I breathed against the pain, again determined to fully experience every single moment of this. Once he was completely inside me, Black Sovereign began to fuck me. Not slowly or gently but with strength and force, ramming my ass as if he owned it, which was exactly the point.  He pinned my arms down and used his knees to spread my thighs even wider apart. I couldn’t move. All I could do was lie there and take it. I moaned impulsively and Black Sovereign put his hand over my mouth, pulling my head back toward him, gagging me as he continued to thrust into my ass harder and harder. Then he repositioned me onto my side and pushed my right leg up toward my chest. This allowed him to enter me from a different angle and fuck me even deeper and more fully. The sensation was much more intense in the position. Each thrust filled me but also broke down my defenses. I began to cry. I didn’t want to – in fact I fought against it – but still the tears came. “Slave, look at me!” commanded Black Sovereign. I did as I was told, looking over my shoulder as he continued to fuck me despite the tears. His eyes locked on mine. “Breathe. You’re doing fine – just breathe.” “Yes, SIR” I whimpered. But the emotion couldn’t be contained. It broke out of me in a flood. And as I wept, and apologized repeatedly for weeping, Black Sovereign continued to fuck me until he was satisfied and his own pleasure was achieved.

After he was satisfied, Black Sovereign took me in his arms and held me. He pulled my head close against his chest and gently kissed me on the forehead. A new wave of emotion erupted in me and my Master held me in his arms until it had passed. We discussed what had just happened and I expressed my disappointment in not being able to endure being fucked without breaking. Black Sovereign explained that my emotions were natural. They represented a release – a letting go – and an acceptance of my complete and utter submission to him as my Master. I told him I wanted to try it again. He seemed surprised but pleased. “Are you sure?” he asked with genuine concern. I told him that I was. I wanted the experience to be solely about his pleasure unclouded or interrupted by my emotions. It was important to me that I be able to receive him completely and without hesitation or any focus on my own pain or pleasure.

Black Sovereign released me from his arms and had me lie face down on the bed again. I felt his fingers inside me as he applied more lube to my now tender asshole. And when he entered me again, and fucked me just as strongly and aggressively as he had the first time, I kept ALL of my focus on pleasing him and took every thrust without shedding a single tear. I took this second fucking like the slave that I am. Like the slave Black Sovereign knew I could be when he took me under consideration all those months before. Like the slave he taught me to be and continues teaching me to be. His slave. Black Sovereign’s slave.

After claiming me officially, Black Sovereign asked me what I was thinking. I told him “nothing”. And this was true. There was no conceivable way on earth that I could rationally process what had just happened. The physical, psychological, and emotional impact of his “claim” on me left me stunned and speechless. I needed time to reflect and process the experience. My Master understood this. He knew exactly where I was internally. He dismissed me and told me he’d see me the next day. He also told me to be prepared to share my thoughts since he was giving me time to meditate on my claiming.

The next day, I met with Black Sovereign. I knew I was supposed to kiss his feet upon kneeling before him, but he was working and his shoes were still on. I was uncertain what to do. Interrupt his work? Kiss his shoes when I’d kissed his bare feet the night before? When he faced me, he asked: “What did I tell you last night? What was the first thing you were supposed to do?” And I knew in that moment that I’d made a mistake. I should have kissed his feet immediately, regardless of whether or not he was working or had on his shoes. I kissed his feet at once then apologized and explained my flawed thinking. He accepted my apology but said that next time he wouldn’t be as understanding. Then we discussed the previous night’s experience. I told him how being claimed had made me feel vulnerable in a way I never had before, not just physically but emotionally; and how being fucked by him was one of the single most intense and amazing experiences of my life.

One of the many incredible things about Black Sovereign is that he almost always knows what you’re about to say before you say it. He has a “knowing” about him. Most of my “revelations” about being Alpha in my daily/vanilla life and needing to sacrifice total control to a dominant Superior were already commonplace knowledge to him. My Master knew me better than I knew myself when it came to my deep-rooted desire to submit and serve. Most of my life I’ve been the “rock” for family and friends. What I realized most was that in submitting completely to Black Sovereign as his slave, HE became my rock. My foundation. My strength. It was a liberating realization. My Master only ever wants what is best for me and for me to be my best possible self, not just as his slave but also as a person. By striving constantly to please him, I’m constantly improving myself: physically, psychologically, and emotionally. When Black Sovereign “entered” me so forcefully during my claiming, it was more than just “getting fucked”. He entered me on all levels, became a part of me, a force inside me.

Words can’t express the depth of my gratitude for the transformation Black Sovereign has brought about in me. I’m a better person for being his slave. It’s a gift he gives me every day through his guidance and wisdom. In return, I honor his gift by striving my best to do the one and only thing he requires from me: make him happy. Because his happiness is my happiness.

And that’s just how it should be.


tagToys & MasturbationBehind the Night

Behind the Night

I couldn't sleep last night. I had gone out with friends for pizza and made the mistake of having a couple glasses of cola, and it kept me up. Not all the way awake, just stuck on the edge of sleep, unable to distract my mind enough to enter slumber. After a bit of this, I decided to just keep my eyes closed and hope for the best.

I rolled over onto my right side and something odd happened. The terry cotton sheet slipped off my body a little. As it drew across my ass, my skin began to tingle wildly. It felt really good. I continued to pull the sheet over my body slowly, enjoying every second. I was barely conscious, but I loved the sensation and I didn't want it to stop. When the sheet was off my naked body, my left hand took over, caressing my ass with a single dexterous finger.

I drew circles, spirals and random patterns around my cheek, leaving a tingling, burning trail across my backside. My cock stiffened, the head grazing against a bundle of blankets.

My eyes were still closed. Was I still asleep? As my finger found its way into the valley between my cheeks, I decided that I must be. I would just be asleep, and whatever happened could be chalked up to an intense dream.

I gasped aloud as a finger tip grazed my rosebud, the sound echoing around the empty bedchamber. I drew my knee up as far as I could, exposing my anus to the night air. My middle finger tapped lightly against the puckered, sensitive opening while my hips pumped my cock into my make-shift blanket vagina.

Suddenly my right hand was reaching into the basket under the nightstand for the bottle of lube. As I dripped some of the slick liquid onto my finger, I realized that it was getting steadily more difficult to rationalize this experience as just a dream.

My thumb and pinky pushed my cheeks open while my middle finger descended to the valley floor. I moaned to myself at the first touch of my cool, slick finger to my puckered hole. I rimmed my asshole gently. It was relaxing and exciting at the same time.

"Oh fuck, that's good," I whispered, encouraging myself. "Put it in me, now. Fuck my ass, baby, please."

Who was I talking to, I wondered? I wasn't really imagining a lover. I was making love to myself. The thought excited me. I lost myself in the narcissism and begged myself to slip that finger deep into my ass. Hearing myself beg brought out both my submissive and dominant sides: the part of me that was speaking felt the thrill of surrender and the excitement of desperation; the part of me that was listening was flush with the power of control.

I quickly complied with my request. My middle finger curled and pressed against my wet opening. I relaxed and let it in. The finger pried my ass open like it was opening a pop-top can, stretching the ring of muscles in every direction. I worked my ass around in circles, amazed at the sudden rush of gentle, dull pleasure. I squeezed my finger hard, almost pushing it out until my finger pushed back, determined not to be denied.

"Oh no you don't," I taunted myself. "You're taking my finger all the way, honey."

My finger forced itself deeper into my hole, until it encountered the second ring of muscles. Suddenly, it pulled back out and drove in again, fast.

"Fuck my ass," I begged.

My finger worked that opening back and forth a few times before diving in deep, driving slowly but firmly through the final resistance until it was buried all the way inside my body.

"Oh yes, that feels good. Now fuck me, please."

The more I talked dirty at myself, the better it felt. I don't usually moan during masturbation, but I really let myself go, grunting with every thrust of my nasty digit and moaning as loudly as I had the last time I had made love to a woman.

"Touch my cock. Please touch it."

I rolled onto my back, lifting my left leg to give my finger as much room as possible to work. I grabbed the bottle of lube and dripped it onto my hard cock. The rivulets felt nice as they trickled down my shaft, but before they could hit my pubic hair, my right hand was there to scoop up all the slick liquid and spread it over my penis. I moaned with my full voice.

"Oh yes! That feels so nice. Stroke it, baby, stroke my cock and fuck me."

My cock tingled for a moment as the hyper-sensitive nerves reacted to the wonderful shock of the gliding lube. My cockhead swelled under the stimulation as my fingers bumped up and over the crown. My cock twitched reflexively and my ass squeezed hard in response. It felt so amazing having a thick finger to grab. I wondered if this is how a woman feels when she has a cock inside her.

The fingers of both hands went into overdrive, stroking my cock and fucking my ass. I flexed my cock and squeezed my finger deliciously, issuing a foul-mouthed groan each time in satisfaction. I couldn't reach my cock fully so I concentrated on the head. That action pushed me toward the edge in record time. I was completely locked into my body's sensations, not relying on a fantasy at all. My cock was screaming for joy with every twitchy stroke of my fingers. My ass pushed and pulled alternately against my probing finger. My balls tightened and I knew I was ready to come.

"Are you gonna come, now, bitch?" I said, teasing. "That's it, baby. Come all over yourself like a slut."

"Oh, yes. Fuck me. Make me come on myself," I answered.

With that, my come shot unexpectedly up my dick, erupting into the air and onto my belly. My ass contracted hard around my finger in quivering pulses. My finger never stopped stroking even as the muscles squeezed it harder than I could have thought possible. The sensation overpowered the pleasure from my genitals.

It was a delightful moment, but it ended all too soon. A moment later, my body went limp and my finger slid from my ass. My legs flopped to the bed. My right hand pulled the last few drippings from my cock. Come covered my belly and cock. I grabbed a tissue and wiped it up, as well as wiping down my naughty finger.

My eyes were already closed by the time the tissue hit the wastebasket.

"Thank you," I whispered to myself as I fell asleep.

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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Curiouser and Curiouser

I've apparently developed a foot fetish. One that involves people touching tickling scratching my own feet. Up until recently, I've hated having my feet touched, but after a fun evening where my Master and our friend Sally attacked my feet in such a manner, i later found that i was able to be used shortly after with no other foreplay required. It felt sooo good being fucked by Master and i was shocked that i didn't find a need to touch myself to get ready beforehand. apparently the torture to my feet had done the work for me.

Though looking back, i may have just developed the idea of eroticizing my feet because of the attention they received by two people. Therefore I may just develop a fetish for any area of my body depending on how many people are touching me and how much erotic attention i receive in that particular area. Which personally is kind of scary. Why am i able to so easily adapt in this sort of way? Im scared of not knowing if I'm liking something because i actually like it or liking something because I've secretly been made to like it.


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