Wednesday, 5 October 2011

    
Master and Slave   A Special Relationship

    This blog is the story of a relationship from the initial contact in late August 2005,up to the present day.It is an unusual story of two men who were,and still are,married.It details the course of that relationship through some distinctly unconventional waters.
    Although the protagonists are both male it isn't primarily a story about gay sex.Of course,given the nature of the story sex plays a large part,but it is about far more than that.More than anything it is about a growing relationship that becomes so strong between two people whose mutual attraction is such that their physical separation isn't enough to destroy it.
    Lust plays a big part in it,but not so big that it overcomes the narrative and turns it into just another sex story.Where the story may seem strange to those unaware of the world of S&M is the degree to which the strength of the attraction is fuelled by the desire of one party to inflict physical pain and mental humiliation on the other.What may seem stranger still is the desire to receive such treatment by the slave.
    Often the physical pain inflicted has been intense,sufficiently so to bring the slave to tears.While the slave sees this as a weakness in himself,something abhorrent that he must avoid at all costs and feels deep humiliation in when he gives in to it and is made to beg for mercy,The Master does not see it that way at all.
    By subjecting his slave to such brutal treatment he is in fact expressing love for him.the slave's tears of pain and humiliation represent the slave's priceless gift to The Master.It is a gift that nobody else is capable of giving and,like anything that is fine and rare it's value is increased exponentially by it's scarcity and his willingness to endure excruciating pain for The Master's sublime pleasure represents the depth of his love for the one who owns him.
    the slave's trust that he places in The Master is absolute.The Master may bind him with  rope into positions that torture his muscles and threaten to tear his sinews.He may be locked into cold,unforgiving steel restraints that subject him to long hours of suffering.But even as that suffering reaches the depths of his personal abyss,the slave knows that he wants to go on.
   Even though he may be hooded,in his minds eye he sees The Master,his image burned into the slave's brain.Those magnificent high black leather boots gleam from his labour of polishing them,their laces criss cross the gleaming shafts and are tied with bows at the knee.The skin tight black leather jeans bulge at the crotch and contain The Master's thick cock shaft that stretches the leather and shows the outline of the domed head.Although the slave cannot see this he knows it is there,hard and pleasurable because of the suffering he endures.He feels the touch of The Master's glove as he runs a leather tipped finger along the slave's shoulder blade.He knows that the shape of his body brings The Master to a raging erection and that the painful bondage that he endures sustains the erection indefinitely,often for hours.
    In the back of his mind a small part of his brain tells the slave that he will be released,although he has no idea when the suffering will end he knows that when it does The Master will take him into his strong arms and comfort and protect him.his tears of pain and frustration will then be tenderly kissed away by The Master who has now become a lover.the slave returns the kisses and,as The Master's rampant cock is released from it's own confinement,his lips find the head and he tastes The Master's hot meat within his warm,wet mouth.
   the slave feels it grow and jerk under his ministrations and he hears The Master's sighs of pure, unadulterated pleasure as he brings him closer to orgasm.The Master tugs on his leather leash that is connected to the sturdy leather collar that represents his ownership of the slave.the slave gasps for air and chokes as his throat is filled with the relentlessly thrusting cock,each stroke seemingly forcing deeper until,eventually he hears the cries of undiluted ecstasy and feels the splash of the first bolt of hot,thick spunk hit him.
    As his orgasm begins to subside The Master's head falls back on the pillow as the slave greedily scoops the remnants of the stilloozing creamy spunk up with his tongue and swallows it.The pleasure that he has given is on a scale previously unknown to The Master.No other human being,either male or female has managed to bring the level of intensity combined with the feeling of personal closeness to the orgasm that the slave achieves.It is a rich and unique skill and every time the slave feels that first bolt of hot jiss burst into his mouth and course it's way down his throat to his belly he has the unique satisfaction of knowing that he has achieved that which no other can.
   Now The Master's tongue finds his own and he feels the warm intensity that can only come from the knowledge that the one he loves feels an equal attraction to him.But he also knows that the love can be expressed just as well with the cruel leather whip that The Master loves to wield,cutting crimson tracks across his flesh,or the cold and unforgiving heavy steel fetters and manacles that can hold him frozen into a position of excruciating pain for as long as The Master chooses to leave him.Such is the strange and contradictory nature of S&M.