This story, with its accompanying interview, appeared in Issue 55 [Nov. 1996]. I'd love to have readers here write me with their answers to the questions I asked this slave.
SLAVE’S FACE PUSHED IN PIE BY APPETIZING MASTER
MISSISSIPPI. You wanted to know more about my relationship with “David,” the 29-year-old who was somewhat into S/M. My time spent with David was very special to me. He was quite arrogant and not overly friendly, but he knew the ropes and was willing not only to keep me tied up often, but to go the extra step with me and dominate me quite extensively. He also pushed my limits more than others did.
I first saw him at a leather bar, we did not speak but were obviously checking each other out due to the matching gray bandanas in our back pockets. His on the left, mine on the right. I couldn’t get up the nerve to approach him and was very disappointed when I saw him leaving the bar. After a while, I left the bar and headed to my car in the parking lot. A black pickup truck pulled up out of nowhere. David was driving it. He looked at me & motioned for me to follow. He never said a word. I decided to gamble and take the risk and followed him in my own car. We arrived at his house. As I followed him up the walk, he said, “How are you, boy?” “Fine, Sir,” I replied.
As soon as we stepped in the front door He said “You have 10 seconds to get those clothes off.” I had them off in five. He told me to get on my hands and knees facing the couch. He removed his clothes except for his leather boots, vest, jock strap and leather cap. He then went into the kitchen and returned with a chocolate pie, sat down in front of me and began eating while asking me questions about my bondage interests and experience. After a long talk (I was nervous as could be) he asked me if I’d like some pie and moved the pan toward my lips. I went to take a bite (no, my hands never left the floor) and suddenly he grabbed the hair on my head and crammed the pie into my face, smearing it all over.
I was shocked, surprised and very humiliated by it. He held my head back roughly by my hair and proceeded to lick the pie off of my face. It was very humbling but I was in heat overdrive. At this point I’d probably have submitted to anything he demanded.
When he was done, he sat back to look at me. My face was still a mess from his spit and the remaining chocolate. (I was not allowed to wipe my face, so I wore the dried up stuff until the next morning when I left). He next covered his cock with the remaining pie still in the pan, placed it to my lips and said “Now’s your chance. I want it spotless.” He got what he wanted.
I was taken to the bedroom and tied in a chair, my arms on the chair arms and feet tied to the legs. He placed a leather half hood over my head (with eyeholes so I could still see), shoved a wadded up sock in my mouth and taped it in with gaffers tape wound several times around my head. He then tied off my cock and balls and left. I think the air conditioner was off on purpose and candles were lit all around the room to increase the heat. He called someone and after 30 minutes or so I could hear another voice in the other room. I couldn’t make out what was being said. His visitor didn’t stay long though. After he left, David would return occasionally and pinch and twist my nipples. He seemed to get a kick out of hearing me protest to no avail due to the gag. I protested even more when he began slapping my balls. Pain is not my fetish by any means, but when you are as submissive as I am, you take what comes your way.
I was untied, after he stood up in the chair and jerked off (banging the head of his cock against my gagged mouth).
I slept in his bed that night, hands tied to the headboard. There was no hanky panky, just sleep. The next morning, when I woke up, I found that my hands had been released. I got out of bed and started the coffee brewing, per his instructions the night before. On my way back I stopped in the bathroom and took a piss, then returned to bed. I was ordered to give him a massage for a good long time and after kneading his buttocks, I couldn’t resist and took it upon myself to worship his asshole with my mouth & tongue. (Yes, I knew it was a risky thing to do. I gambled and won).
I spent most of the morning sitting upright on the living room floor hands & feet cuffed together, my mouth gagged with a knotted bandana and my head covered by a black mesh hood. Just sitting while he showered, ate breakfast, whatever. In the late morning he led me still hooded into a closet where I sat on something (a box I think). My hands were tied and outstretched overhead to the clothes rod & then my feet the same way. The bandana was replaced with a penis gag (tight!). I was very uncomfortable. He tied more rope tightly around my cock and balls and pulled them down and tied the rope tight. Then he put clothespins on my nipples (I’ll never get used to that as long as I live). He shut the door and left me for what seemed like a long time, but was probably about 30 minutes. I was sitting with my arms stretched up tight, my legs awkwardly stretched up tight, my cock & balls pulled tightly down in the opposite direction. My tits in pain due to the clothespins and my mouth very effectively gagged.
He came back after a while, asked if I’d had enough. Of course I couldn’t answer him, though I had. He said “Maybe next time you’ll think of this before you go to the bathroom without my permission.” That had been hours before. He then left me again to contemplate that message.
Finally he released me, let me dress, and asked about my work schedule. I was told that he wanted me to be his slave the coming Friday night through Tuesday morning. I said that I was his anytime he’d have me.
REPLIES TO EDITOR’S QUESTIONS:
How far into SM, which it’s clear you do not like, did David take you?
Although David never got into heavy S/M with me, he was the first “Top” who pushed me into light S/M territory. He made me wear clothespins on my nipples often, even underneath my shirt for a visit to the leather bar. He’d slap my cock and balls when I was bound. Once he attacked my nipples with sandpaper. This was too painful for me and I cursed him through the ball gag in my mouth. I got a major spanking for that, but he never tried the sandpaper again.
Sometimes he would take me, with my hands cuffed behind my back, onto the patio of the Leather bar. He would clamp one hand tightly over my mouth while he played with my nipples and watched me squirm. I personally do not enjoy pain, but my need for real domination made me accept it and respect him for doing it.
What other SM activities did he get into with you?
He often made me wear a buttplug and once I endured some seriously tight rope keeping me spreadeagle face up while he dripped hot candlewax on my body, particularly my tits and balls. He loved to torture my nipples.
Did he ever humiliate you in public?
He often left me handcuffed on the patio of the leather bar, usually to the railing on the stairs to the balcony. He would leave me there while he cruised inside the bar, occasionally returning to put ice down my pants, or to make me lick his boots. Once he let another man play with my nipples for awhile. Later, they had me on the stairs to the balcony, hands cuffed behind me while they felt my ass and put their fingers in my mouth. I was blindfolded with a bandana, while they talked about me as if I were meat. A young curious man sat nearby and watched it all.
And you liked that?
I can’t explain it, but I have a desire (or need if you will) to be humiliated by other men. I can trace it all the way back to Junior High when I would hang out with bullies who got a kick out of such juvenile antics as putting spitballs in my hair or placing “kick me” signs on my back. I always sat in the seat in front of them and pretended I was oblivious to what they were doing. When class was over I would suddenly “discover” what they’d done and act pissed off to save myself the humiliation of the whole class seeing the “kick me” sign or whatever it said.
Did he often leave you tied up and alone?
Many times I was kept tied in a chair and gagged at David’s house when he went out to work or to the bar or wherever. Once he left me tied spreadeagled face-down on the bed, my mouth taped shut with duct tape and my butt plugged. I was covered by the bed sheet. He placed pillows on the edges of the sheet so I couldn’t get out from under it. Three (I think) friends of his (all female) came over and they played cards in the next room, completely oblivious to David’s secret in the next room. He would even come into the room occasionally & get things.
How did you feel about that?
When I am bound and left alone, I get lonely and frustrated. I ache for my Master to come use me. But it’s part of what makes you a bondage slave. To me the ultimate trip of bondage is when the fantasy ends and you’re ready to be released. But release doesn’t come. I’ll struggle to no avail (like a wild animal) and try to yell through the gag for either attention or to be released. That’s the best because it’s at that point that I really know that someone else is in control and I am truly a slave. Sort of a “Be careful what you wish for, it might come true” scenario.
What would be your ideal bondage scene?
My most powerful fantasy is where I’m kept naked, tied, and gagged, by several very tall, very well-endowed , and very mean tops. I’m forced to suck their large dicks while they verbally abuse me… calling me “faggot,” “cunt,” “queer,” “cocksucker.” They say things like, “How do you like that big dick, boy?” “I’m gonna keep your mouth full of cock all the time.” “This should keep you quiet, cocksucker.” This fantasy plays to my 2 true fetishes (1) sucking cock, & (2) being gagged. Nothing turns me on more than being deprived of the right to speak. I love any kind of gag from a hand over the mouth to penis gags, ball gags, tape, smelly socks, bit gags. You name it… I’m turned on by it. To me, sucking cock is a submissive & humiliating thing to do, so it takes me aback when a “Top” sucks my cock. But I feel that it is his right to use me for his pleasure, so being sucked is fine, especially if I’m in a submissive position, such as being bound & gagged while he does it.
Have you ever topped anyone?
I am 100% bottom and do not fuck others. That is the ultimate domination. The very thought of fucking someone else will cause my cock to soften really fast. But being fucked is a different story. I enjoy it if the guy is extremely domineering and somewhat rough. I find it is most satisfying if I am bound & gagged during it.
Love this story.
Posted by: Bondo Kid | October 03, 2013 at 01:17 PM