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St: Log: Day 1179.77 Through 1180.43
.    (M/M, spank, shave, bond, enema, M-s, sex)

The following story is fiction.  It contains scenes of domination
and submission including sex.  If such subjects are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  I
have written this as a stream of consciousness like a continuous diary
entry captured here in the present tense.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-MAIL:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


Log: Day 1179.77 Through 1180.43
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Back again Diary Sir,

I'm feeling like the White Rabbit as i dash for the subway: "I shall be
too late."  That thought kept shattering my peace of mind.  All day i
was asking: "Why today; today of all days, had to be a such bitch of a
day at the office?"  The double whammy of extra work and two people out
-- Ken in bed with double pneumonia and Steve imprisoned in a plane high
over the continental divide six hours late out of LAX.  I should have
left three hours ago to go home and get ready to meet Master for dinner
and the concert.  I had to call him three times since lunch to adjust
plans.  Master is not happy.  Master and i have to forgo dinner at the
fancy restaurant and settle for a quick bite at a coffee shop.  Master
is not happy with me and i know that my ass will pay the price later. 
Meanwhile i'm trying my best to enjoy the concert and being out with
Master.

Master takes me back to his house immediately.  I am not dressed
appropriately to take to the bar.  A tie and rumpled suit does not make
the right impression in a leather bar particularly when Master is in his
full leather outfit.  I would shame him.  Yes, know that my ass will pay
the price.  It does not matter that i had no control over the situation,
my ass will pay the price.  I know for sure i'm in for it immediately
when Master heads for the cellar rather than upstairs.  Master does not
have to tell me to strip as we approach the dungeon.  I carefully remove
everything and place it neatly on the shelf.  I had forgotten to do that
once and Master gave me an extra ten strokes with his heavy belt
instantly.  I can still feel them.

I pick up his beautiful leather collar from its niche, kiss it and place
it about my neck.  I kneel in front of Master so that Master himself
joins the two ends together.  As it snaps closed, a different lock also
snaps inside my head; i move totally into slave space.  Master sits on
the stool and i remove his street boots and place them in their assigned
place.  Then i help Master into his play boots -- the ones that are more
like gloves for Master's feet than boots -- made of fine soft leather. 
The ones that i polish lovingly three times a week.  Master enters the
dungeon and i crawl in after Master.

Master sits on the throne.  I crawl over and kiss Master's boots and
lick them.  Master can feel my tongue through the fine leather.  Master
places one booted foot on the back of my neck as i show my total
submission by continuing to lick Master's boot.  It surely is a while
but it only seem like seconds to me when Master stops me and starts the
lecture and questioning.  Perhaps i should say "inquisition".  The
questions come fast like a hail of spanks.  So does the verdict: "You
have failed to properly prepare and to be on time.  You shall be
punished."

Master points to the padded horse.  I creep over to it and lay across
it.  I can hear the water running as Master fills the bag.  I can
imagine how the red rubber bag is bulging as Master fills it.  Unless it
is polished chrome or wood everything in the dungeon save that bag is
midnight black.  Master had tried a black bag but it was not right. 
Looking back under the horse and between my own legs i can see Master
approaching with the IV stand gleaming in the dim light and the clamped
long tube dangling like an immense flaccid cock.  I know that very soon
that that "cock" will be hard and squirting up my exposed hole.  Master
fastens the straps about my wrists and ankles so that i will not be
tempted to move.  Master is so thoughtful.  Master caresses my rump and
i can tell that Master has put on his fine kidskin gloves.  Now there is
the gentlest of pressure as Master runs the nozzle up and down along my
crack and across my hole.  Master presses the nozzle hard against my
hole and i press back.  The nozzle enters as Master decrees.  Master
opens the clamp and the soapy water immediately starts flowing into me. 
I wonder how much water is in the bag not that it matters for Master
always decides what is the right amount.  Master withdraws the nozzle. 
The water continues to drain deeper into my gut.  I can not do anything
about it.  I don't want to do anything about it for this is Master's
decision.

Master rolls the IV stand to the side.  I hope that is a good sign.  It
is definitely not a good sign that Master doesn't undo the straps.  I
can see him at the wall.  Master is deciding which implement to use. 
Master takes a tawse off of its hook and feels it.  It is the big nasty
tawse.  Master is by my side again and i can feel the tongues of the
leather tawse licking my butt in anticipation of what is it is about to
do.  I relax at Masters's gentleness even thought i know that this is
going to hurt very soon as  my guts are churning from the water.  Master
raises the weapon and brings it crashing down on my waiting buns.

<b>WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!! 
WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!</b>

I howl each and every time it kisses me.  Master does not care about the
noise for the room is sound proofed.  I am near tears as Master undoes
the straps and points to the drain hole in the corner.  I squat over
it.  I'm appreciative the opportunity to empty my water distended
bowels.  I release the water also making a stink.  Master just turns the
exhaust fan on.  I return to the horse and Master returns with the full
red bag and shoves the nozzle into me for a rinse.  The water runs in
faster than before as i am empty.  Again, i squat to empty my gut as
Master commands me.  It feels good to be empty particularly for i know
that Master will fill me later with his own essence allowing his lowly
one great pleasure at being so honored.

I get on the x-table.  Master had it made exactly my size.  It supports
my back and its five extensions my five extensions in any direction that
Master wishes so that Master can play with my body.  Again straps are
fastened for Master is considerate does not want me to fall.  Master
spreads my legs and feels my pubes.  They are rough for, naughtily, i
did not shave them for three days having planed to do it this
afternoon.  Master will do it now.  Master gets a towel soaked in hot
water and wraps it about my package.  It is very hot and almost burns
but i dare not complain.  It is my own fault for not shaving this
morning.  Besides any complaint will earn me a dozen strokes and a ball
gag.  I hate the ball gag.  I keep my month closed.  Master replaces the
hot towel with shaving gel and rubs it in.  It feels so good as does all
of Master caresses.  Master's grandfather was a barber and taught him
how to use a real straight razor.  The razor and the strop were both
Master's grandpa's i remember as Master strops the razor to a super
sharp edge.  I would be petrified if anyone else was to use a straight
razor by my little boy pee-pee and balls but i trust that Master will do
me no harm.

Master makes the first pass over my pubes.  It feels so wonderful. 
Master is so gentle as Master continues to remove every trace of hair
from my navel to my butthole.  It feels so strange when Master pulls the
skin tight over my little orbs to remove the fuzz that grows there and
then finally the hairs in my taint.  Master wipes me off with the hot
towel and then dries me carefully.  As Master puts some baby power on
me, Master jokes about being careful so that i don't develop diaper
rash.  Master is so very considerate and careful.  I wonder what it
would be like if Master did put me in diapers.  Master has said that
might happen some day.  I guess that it will happen when Master decides
that it is the right time.  That day is not today.

Master then adjusts the table.  My torso is tilted so that my head is
lowered a bit and the head rest released.  Master stands above me and i
lick Master's bulging basket.  I can feel his great cock throb as my
tongue passes over his manhood.  Master opens his belt and fly. 
Master's musk overwhelms me as his package is freed from it's
confinement in Master's leather pants.  I start licking his great hard
shaft and periodically Master rewards me with a taste of Master's
delicious pre-cum.  Oh, Diary, Sir, it is so deliciously scrumptious. 
Master plays with his shaft in my mouth for a long time, occasionally
driving it all the way in.  With my head fully back Master's rod slips
right past the back of my mouth and down my esophagus without needing to
bend.  Master is doing everything himself as Master fucks my mouth.  It
is wonderful as Master explodes in me.  The first shots are deep inside
but for the latter ones Master pulls back so that they are in my mouth. 
I savor them as long as i can.  Then Master realigns the table.

Master releases me from the table and returns to his throne.  As always,
i crawl over and lick his boots again.  Master leans over and tousles my
hair.  Then Master actually says that  I am a "Good Boy".  Oh, Diary,
Sir, i feel so proud.

I undress Master, we come upstairs to shower and stuff before getting
into bed.  I really love how Master holds me tight when we are alone
together under the blanket.  I feel so safe and loved.  The best times
are when his rod is rock hard and poking me so that i know what going to
happen very soon.  This night it was really hard even thought Master had
fed me his man cream just a short while ago.  I also almost reach behind
me to play with Master's large rod but Master had not given me
permission to that so i just waited -- very happy to be in Master's
powerful arms so very snug and loved.  If i was a kitten i'm sure that i
would be purring loudly.

Fortunately, the wait was not long.  Master moves around a little bit so
that Little Master is pressing at my back door.  Master's flexes his
hips and his hard arrow slips right into me.  That makes me feel so
good.  We stay coupled for a long time before Master flips me over and
fucks me hard shooting deep into my gut.  Master rolls back on his side
staying in me and we drift into dreamland.

It is light when i awake still being held in Master's strong arms with
his shaft still sunk deep in my butt.  Master is caressing me and i am
purring.  I would like to tell Master how much i love him but Master has
forbidden me to speak unless spoken to so i remain quiet and just keep
my hands on top of Master's hands.  I can feel Master's already hard
shaft get larger and know what Master will soon do.  Master does not
disappoint me and soon Master is humping me hard for the first fuck of
the day.  As always Master blasts his cum deep into me.

Master remains in me and holds me tightly as Master fills me with his
golden elixir.  Master takes his time doing this and even remains
embedded in me for a while.  When Master directs,i go to the toilet and
relieve myself i so happy that Master used me.  Although my body feels
empty, my soul is overflowing.  I am happy.

I go to the kitchen and squeeze Master's first-thing-in-the-morning
orange juice.   I savor the wonderful aroma but dare not take even a
slip for this is for Master.  Back in the bedroom Master has shifted so
that Master is sitting up.  Master tells me to sit on his lap and takes
the glass.  Master sniffs it and takes a swallow.  After Master takes
the second mouthful Master leans over and kisses me.  It is more than a
plain kiss for Master gives me some of the fresh juice.  I am his little
cub as Master feeds and kisses me repeatedly.  Soon, too soon, the juice
is finished.  Master lies down in the bed again and cuddles me tightly. 
As always, i feel his hard shaft pressing me.

I am only partly aware of my surroundings when Master speaks: "Do you
know what day this is, my little one?"

I am dumbfounded.  I have failed again.  "No, Master." i answer sure
that i am disappointing Master.  Master sits up against the head board
and pulls me over his lap.  Yes, i have displeased him for Master is
going to spank me.  As Master rubs his big hand over my little bottom i
can also feel Master's hard shaft pressing up into my middle.

Master starts to spank me.  Master is surprisingly gentle.  Master
interweaves his words with the gentle spanks.  "We have been together
forty moons, Little One."  Automatically, i have been counting --
thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty.  Then Master give me a very hard
SPANK; forty-one.

Without another word, Master lies down and cuddles me tightly once
again.  Master is kissing my head.  Master is kissing my head.  I'm
kissing, licking and sucking Master's tit.  Master loves me.

I am content beyond words.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L., February 22, 2001


Y.

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