http://eroticfiction.tribe.net/thread/37b12afb-be43-496e-a0d7-0c64a08caaf0?format=rss Tribe.net. Local Connections http://eroticfiction.tribe.net/thread/37b12afb-be43-496e-a0d7-0c64a08caaf0#100f07e6-ac55-43e6-83fe-b8a590352266 Slave Julia mentioned in her on-line posting that Master X was looking for a male slave. I contacted her to express my interest and she promised to pass my offer along to Master X. A few days passed and I received an invitation to come and meet Master X. I called into work sick and took off the next day, driving 5 hours north to their rural homestead. It was the middle of August and hot. As I pulled off the road onto the dirt driveway, dust filling the air, I found my mind racing—finally I was acting on years of fantasies, years of longing to belong to a master and maybe even a mistress as well. I hoped all would go well. Master X greeted me at the door. He looked like his photos; he was taller and larger than I was, thin, and quiet in demeanor. I entered the house. A cat was lounging on a chair and the furnishings, while well used, appeared comfortable. I introduced myself. He stood looking at me without saying a word until I began to feel uncomfortable. Then he ordered me to take off my clothes and to leave them in a pile by the door. He called slave Julia to take my clothes and to escort me to my “audition.” I slipped out of my clothes and folded them and handed them to slave Julia. She was fully dressed as was Master X. She then pointed toward a hallway, at the end was a flight of stairs going down to the basement. I followed her. The steps were cool and rough and the basement was largely unfinished with the exception of a room off to one side. She opened the door and there was a room filled with the Master’s “toys”. “Julia”, he ordered, “select a whip for me to use on this slave.” Slave Julia walked over to the collection, studied it for a few moments, and returned handing one of the whips to Master X. I was then instructed to lie on a leather bench that elevated my buttocks and my hands and ankles were attached by slave Julia to fasteners at each end. A video camera was turned on. Immobilized, the whipping began. I lost count. Each lashing seemed to burn more than the one before. I began to moan. When he tired, Master X handed the whip to his slave and instructed her to continue with my punishment. She did, and was as cruel as Master X with her placement of the whip on my bare and exposed flesh. She seemed to take particular pleasure in finding whelts already raised by Master X and punishing them with further blows. Master X would stop her from time to time to allow me to catch my breath. When I thought I could take no more punishment Master X roughly greased my asshole with some lubricant and opening his fly thrust his large erect cock into me as I groaned. He roughly fucked me and, after coming, had me lick his cock clean. He then pulled my head back and whispered into my ear, “good boy, now it’s time for your audition”. Wed, 30 Jul 2008 17:40:38 GMT http://eroticfiction.tribe.net/thread/37b12afb-be43-496e-a0d7-0c64a08caaf0#100f07e6-ac55-43e6-83fe-b8a590352266 fred 2008-07-30T17:40:38Z