Master and slave_(0)

It was their first meeting. They'd exchanged a few emails discussing possible scenarios, but now it was the real moment of truth. The would-be submissive knocked on the door, his heart beating with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The door opened to reveal a younger man. He held a cane in his right hand and was tapping it gently on his thigh.
"Come in, slave," he ordered.
The submissive entered, trembling.
"Undress," barked the master, "and pay attention to the house rules. You are to be naked in my presence at all times, unless I instruct you to wear my wife’s soiled panties. You will not speak unless asked a direct question. You will address me as Master or Sir. Since you are a miserable apology for a man, I will call you Alice although you will answer to any other name I choose to call you such as slave, or slut. Failure to obey will result in punishment. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," replied the slave.
"Just to demonstrate that I really am the Master and you are a miserable slave, I am going to give you a first corrective punishment before we start. You will receive six strokes and will count each one, thank me and ask for another. Fail to do this, and we will start over again. Now, bend over and spread your legs."
"Yes, Master."
Thwack!
“One. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Two. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Three. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Four. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Five. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Six. Thank you, Master.”
When he had finished, the Master ordered his slave to kneel, and stood in front of him.
"Caning you has made my cock hard and uncomfortable. Undo my trousers and kiss my shorts, slut."
The slave obeyed.
"No good, slut. I'm still hard. Pull my pants down."
The slave pulled his Master's pants down and watched as his thick cock sprang up in front of his face. The Master took hold of his cock, slapped it against his slave's cheeks then wiped it across his lips. The slave noticed a drop of pre-cum on the tip. The Master wiped his cock across the slave's lips ensuring that he coated them with his pre-cum.
"Lick it," commanded the Master.
The slave used his tongue to remove the moisture from the tip of his Master's cock. But the more he licked, the wetter it became.
"This is just not working, Alice. We will have to find another way to relieve my stiffness. Open your mouth and suck me. Do it slowly now."
The slave took his Master's cock into his mouth and started to suck and lick slowly.
"That's good, Alice. Nice and slow. I want to enjoy it."
After what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt the Master's cock start to quiver and grow slightly bigger.
"That's good, Alice. I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum and I want you to be a good sissy and swallow it. I know it's your first time and you don't want to taste cum, but you WILL do it or be punished."
With that, he shot his hot spunk into the slave's mouth. The slave didn't like the taste at all but knew he had to obey.
"Keep licking until I have finished."
Eventually, the Master finished and withdrew his cock from the slave's mouth.
"Lie down," he ordered. "I am going to kneel over you and I want you to wank me slowly until I am ready to cum again. Then you will open your mouth and catch my spunk on your tongue. I will want to see it there before you swallow it."
The slave took hold of his Master’s limp cock, still sticky from cumming and from the slave’s saliva. He closed his hand around it, and slowly began to slide it up and down the flaccid cock. Gradually, the Master’s cock grew stiff, and, as the slave continued with his long slow strokes, the foreskin was pulled back and forth over the purple cock head. But the slave’s hand was becoming dry, and his strokes were starting to cause some discomfort to the Master.
“You need to use some lubrication, slave. Use your mouth.”
The slave took his Master’s cock into his mouth and licked it until it was well covered with saliva then resumed his stroking. Soon, he saw a dribble of pre-cum on the tip of the cock, and used it to provide further lubrication to the palm of his hand. The more he stroked his Master’s cock, the wetter it became until a tiny bead of the clear fluid started to fall towards the slave’s face. Seeing this, the Master commanded the slave to put out his tongue and catch the droplet on it. In no time, a stream of pre-cum was falling onto the slave’s tongue. It tasted a little salty, but was not as unpleasant as the hot spunk that the slave knew would soon follow.
“Oh yes. Keep going, slave. I’m nearly ready to give you your second tasting of my cum,” said the Master. No sooner had he spoken, than a jet of hot milky semen shot out of his cock and onto the slave’s waiting tongue. The Master examined the slave’s tongue, and satisfied at the sight of his spunk coating it, he told the slave to swallow it. The slave grimaced as he did so. He really hated the taste of his Master’s spunk.
“Now clean my cock with your tongue until every drop has gone. Don’t forget to pull my foreskin back and clean the head.”
“Yes, Master.” The slave dutifully set about his task until all traces of spunk had gone.
“Stand up,” ordered the Master. He could see that the slave’s cock was stiff and wet. “I didn’t give YOU permission to have an erection, slut. Bend over, part your legs and prepare to start counting.”
The slave bent over, his cock still stiff, his balls tight and clearly visible between his open legs. He trembled at the thought of the punishment that was about to follow.
Thwack!
“One. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Two. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Three. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Four. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Five. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Six. Thank you, Master.”
“I didn’t tell you to stop begging for another stroke, slut. Now we will have to start all over again.”
“Please, no, Master. I’m sorry, Master. Please don’t cane me again, Master.”
But the Master ignored the miserable pleadings of his slave.
Thwack!
“One. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Two. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Three. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Four. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Five. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Six. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Seven. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Eight. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Nine. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Ten. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Eleven. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
Thwack!
“Twelve. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”
“No. I think we’ll stop there. Stand up straight. So, you still have an erection. Ok, start wanking. When you are about to cum, you will use your other hand to catch your own spunk and then lick your hand clean. Do NOT allow any of your disgusting spunk spill onto the floor. I want to see you humiliated into drinking your own cum."
The slave started to slide his hand up and down his wet shaft, embarrassed and humiliated at having to do it as his Master watched. Feeling himself about to cum, he held his other hand out to catch his spunk as it shot from his cock. He looked at his Master, pleading with his eyes not to be made to lick it from his hand. But it was in vain as his Master motioned him to go ahead. Unhappily, he put his hand to his mouth and started to lick the milky fluid until it had all gone. He found the taste revolting.
“You may get dressed now, slave. I will have another treat for you next time you visit.”

But that’s another story…………….