LINK: THE INITIATION
The year is 2002
The time is about 8am on a Sunday. I had left the house of a man I am to call SIR just three and a half hours ago.
Day 2
The problem with staying out until 4:30am is that no matter what time I go to bed, I usually always get up between 6:00am and 7am. Today my body does allow me to sleep in until 8. However, my entire day is of me dragging around with little to no energy. Fortunately I don't have to work this weekend so I am good for a free day this Sunday.
Most of my day is spent on doing mostly nothing. I do have Mark on my mind most of the day. I still have mixed feelings about last night's encounter.
A part of me cannot wait until we meet again. Another part dreads being subjected to so much oral training. There are definite things that draws me in. Watching how he pumped his flesh into mine, being strapped to the bed as he mercilessly fucks me and seeing every expression on my face were all highlights.
As a side note: To my best recollection, this was my first time being fucked in front of a mirror, not AURALISM: TALE OF MY FIRST MIRROR SEX.
As I continue to recollect and revisit scenarios, the chronological order is becoming more clear. I didn't document half as good back then as I do now. Back then I never even heard of blogging. I didn't know it even existed. I would write stuff down in my note pads and journal books. However I was much more lackadaisical in keeping track of my notes. I didn't have the motivation to keep track like I do now.
Sunday's daytime comes to an end. It is the evening and I receive a call.
"Hello," I respond.
It's Mark. He wants me over his place tonight. He wants to meet around midnight.
"I will make it over but I have to be up early tomorrow for work," I respond.
"Just make it over here." He demands.
I look past his demanding expectation. His assertiveness and commanding voice gets me ready to serve him.
He reminds me of the protocol when I get to his place.
12:00am
I get to his place, open the door, strip down to my underwear, and get on my knees facing the door while I wait for him to enter.
He walks out. He is in his black jeans, black t shirt, and a black ball cap. Without saying a word he puts a blindfold on me and fetters my wrist with a pair of leather wrist restraints. He stands in front of me. I hear him unzip his pants. He gently caresses the side of my face. I take that as a cue to lean in to find his dick.
He slaps the side of my face. "Did I tell you to look for my dick?" He snarls.
"No Sir." I reply.
Although the slap was not excessively hard, it was hard enough to leave a sting. It shocked and even startled me as I wasn't expecting it.
When he followed it with his rebuke it humbled the hell out of me. It made me feel embarrassed. It made me feel like he did it to totally put me "in my place."
"If this is what the term sub or boy means, I can pass on this one."
This is what I am thinking but not what I am expressing out loud.
He guides me to lean over the edge of the couch.
He places my arms on the arms of the couch. He then begins to spank my bottom.
He orders me to count it off as he spanks me.
Smack
"One sir."
Smack
"Two Sir."
He continues to spank my ass occasionally switching butt cheeks.
He gives me about a minute break before he pulls my underwear off and spanks me bare. I begin to squirm and let out stifled cries.
Tonight he doesn't ask me what I would like. H does whatever he feels like and expects me to go with it.
"Get on my dick."
I know what that means.
He places knee pads on me because he knows I'm going to need them. He guides me on my knees. I try my best to prepare myself for a long night of dick sucking because I already know.
1:00am rolls around.
2:00am, then 3:00am, 4:30am
5:00am.
5:00am. He uses me like an object until 5:00am in the morning.
I'm expected at work at 9:00am. I have to wake up around 7:30am to start to get ready I already know how my work day is going to be.
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