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cBECOMING A MASTER 01
MM, Anal, Oral, Sweat, WS, Scat, Snot, Cum, Rough, SM,
CBT, & MORE.
Homer Rios
writerbear2000@yahoo.com
Monday, February 28, 2005

Copyright (c) 2005 to Homer Rios and WRITER BEAR
CORPORATION

Please do not post, print, copy, or distribute without
the express permission from the author.

Warning:  Do not read any further if you are
twenty-one (21) (or eighteen (18)) years of age
(depending on where you live) and stories of this sort
of nature are offensive to you and your community.

I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU!  CUM ON GUYS, let me know
what you are thinking.  Do you like the story? Hate
it?  If you have anything to say about what I have
written let me know: writerbear2000@yahoo.com.
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
AN EAGER STUDENT

I had just broken up with my girlfriend two days after
New Years Day (2004), when I decided that the bitch
wasn't for me in the first place.  She and I have been
together for about two years, with her making most of
the decisions and me making all of the compromises.  

She wanted to see others stating: "I love you, but I
am not in love with you."  (Whatever the fuck that
meant?)

I knew since high school that I was bisexual and
somewhat dominant, but from 2000 on I felt the
dominance more and more.  My girlfriend and I would
have that role in the bed, where I was dominant and
she was submissive, but it never seemed right to me.  

I started to check out more and more web sites from
this revelation and talked to a lot of people
on-line-role-play-but it was mostly with other women
interested in it.  I was talking to men about it too,
and I found that it was right with a guy.  So, I
started to going to more and more gay sites about
MASTER/SLAVE relationship.

I should mention starting in this time, I wanted to
own a slave, but didn't know how to go about it,
especially since I was going to get married.  Luckily,
she broke up with me, and I was single again.  

I thought about it a lot and then figured it would
just be okay to do it on-line, and we could go from
there.  I was on-line the second week of January in
several chat rooms, and got a page from some guy
named: YOUR_BITCH.  I have used the chat rooms quite a
bit and usually found that when someone paged me they
either chicken out or make excuses, or just put me on
ignore.  That is why I usually put it on strong, to
scare off those who are not serious.

The thread is below:

YOUR_BITCH:  Hello, asl and are you M/S?

POWER2B:  Hello boy, 28, male, Central Valley,
California, and I am a MASTER (new one).  You?

YOUR_BITCH:  COOL!  I am 19 male, also from CV,
California, and I want to be a bitch.

POWER2B:  Your stats boy?

YOUR_BITCH:  19, 5'6" 190lbs, brown hair and eyes,
slim, athletic built.

POWER2B:  Sounds good boy...

YOUR_BITCH:  Thank you sir...If I may, what are your
stats?

POWER2B:  I am 28 male, brown hair and eyes, hairy,
clean cut, 7" cut cock, husky, does that sound good to
you boy?

YOUR_BITCH:  YES SIR!

POWER2B:  Good.  I like a boy that learns fast.  Tell
me boy have you been owned before, and if you haven't
why are you interested in it now?

YOUR_BITCH:  I have always been interested in it, I
have found that I don't want to live with making
decisions and want to be controlled.

POWER2B:  That's very interesting boy, but being a
slave isn't just being controlled you know?

YOUR_BITCH:  I know...

POWER2B:  How willing are you?

YOUR_BITCH:  Very welling, 100 percent.  I want to be
your bitch.

POWER2B:  I see, have you any experiences yet, have
you hooked up with anyone else from our town?

YOUR_BITCH:  I have sucked cock before and like it,
and have a tight virgin ass.  I haven't hooked up with
anyone because they are afraid to get together.

(He sends me some pictures, a face shot, and two ass
shots.  He was definitely cute, almost adorable.  He
had brown hair, brown eyes, clean-shaven, the cutest
ears, and looked younger than he actually stated he
was.)

POWER2B:  You are very cute boy.

YOUR_BITCH:  Thank you sir, would you be my Master?

(He was awfully eager, I thought to myself, and
thought that this will be a good time to see whether
or not he would be interested in or not.)

POWER2B:  You will have to totally submit to me boy. 
I am your Master, your GOD, and everything to you.  If
you become my boy, you will no longer have an
identity, you will belong to me, whatever I want I get
and whatever you want I don't give a shit about.

YOUR_BITCH:  Of course, you are everything.

(Interesting, he wasn't scared off, but then it wasn't
that scary.)

POWER2B:  Your body is mine to do with as I please.  I
will use you as a toilet, a spittoon, I will use you
to take my aggression out on, and anything else I
desire.

YOUR_BITCH:  All right.

(A shorter answer, I was curious whether or not he was
actually serious about it).

POWER2B:  I will have the right to brand you as my own
with tattoos, piercing, and dictate what you can do
with your body.  I own you body, soul, and mind.  

YOUR_BITCH:  YES!

(WOW!  This kids was interested, at least I thought he
was.)

POWER2B:  Are you sure?

YOUR_BITCH:  YES!  I want to be told what to do.

We spoke for about five hours, with me trying to find
out why he really wanted to do this.  He made a
mention that he only been interested in it for a week,
but he wants to be someone's bitch.  I agreed that I
would think it over and signed off for the night.

The next morning getting ready for work I get an
e-mail from him stating one thing:  WHEN CAN I BECOME
YOUR BITCH?

I responded in terse tones again to make sure he this
what he really wanted:

YOU ARE ALREADY MY BITCH, BOY!  THE DAY YOU ASKED ME
TO TAKE YOU ON YOU BECAME MY BOY BODY, MIND, AND SOUL.
  FROM THIS DAY ON YOU WILL THINK OF NOTHING MORE BUT
ME.  YOU WILL ANSWER ME AS: SIR, MASTER, OR MY LORD
(YOUR FIRST AND ONLY CHOICE IN THIS RELATIONSHIP).  I
WILL SEND YOU MORE E-MAILS, I EXPECT THEM TO BE
ANSWERED RIGHT AWAY.

I got a response that morning thanking me for taking
him on, I had one little problem, and I was living
with my parents and in the process of getting moved
into a condo.  The move in took me a week, which was a
lot longer than I wanted it to go, but I was finally
able to meet with the boy.  

Throughout this time I was sending him e-mails, and
having him e-mail me little essays on what he
expected.  The first week in the condo, I decided it
was time to invite him over.  He IM me back telling me
he couldn't tonight apologizing like crazy-because he
had an interview of sorts to go to.  I understood he
was going to go to school next year and get a job too,
but I made it clear that he still had responsibilities
to me, he agreed.

He came back that night while I was surfing the net
and paged me, he couldn't come over still, but he
would like to try the cyber-slave routine for a while.
I had no problem with this since I had my misgivings
about this too, but thought this was a better way for
me to get to know him and earn his trust.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 

CYBER-SESSIONS

The cyber-session began that night as an orientation
of sorts...ON my free time I have been surfing the net
and getting advise from real Masters, and Googling
MASTER/SLAVE relationships.  Let me tell you I
collected a shit load of information.  

He turned his cam on and positioned it so that I could
get a glimpse of his room.  He was still clothed in
jeans, t-shirt, and baseball cap, which were worn
backwards.  He sat down in front of his computer and
typed: HELLO?

POWER2B:  HELLO!  Is that how you greet your Master,
boy?

(I could see that he was confused, but didn't do
anything.)

POWER2B:  When you greet your Master you bow before
him and take a step back and get into a military
stance with your gaze directed downward.

(He jumped out of his seat and assumed the position.).

POWER2B:  Good boy.  Now this is going to be an
orientation, I do not expect you to know everything I
want the first time, especially on-line, but in the
future I expect you to be able to foresee what I want
and need before I ask for it.  Now stripe boy!  From
now on whenever you are around me you will be naked,
and collared.  

(On my 30-inch screen, my boy was striping like there
was no tomorrow.  He revealed himself to be quite a
cute individual with a nice body.  He stood there with
his hands covering his private.)

POWER2B:  Do NOT cover yourself up boy!  (He dropped
his hands).  Good boy!  Sit in front of the computer.

(He complied).

POWER2B:  Do you have any questions?

YOUR_BITCH:  What is expected of me sir?

POWER2B:  I expect the following...

I went on to explain that:  

FOR CYBER:  
You are to have your camera on clothed and in the
ready position.  You will NEVER be naked already.  You
will follow my directions to the letter, and if you
have some sort of aversion to it let me know and I
will discontinue it.  You will get a mike for your
computer so I can hear what you are doing and you
counting your instructions.

FOR REAL LIFE:  
You will come over to my house on Friday night, ring
the doorbell and wait to be let in.  If I have company
you will drive down the street and wait for everyone
to leave.  

When you enter the house, you will get into the rest
position.  I will bring a collar to you, which you
will kiss to show your sign of gratitude for me taking
you on.  When I place it on your neck, you will
undress and fold your clothes and put them away.  You
will drop to all fours and walk over to me, where you
will kiss my feet and then my crotch.  From this
moment on you will not speak unless spoken to and you
will always refer to me as SIR or MASTER.  

The three days that you are with me you will NEVER
sleep on the bed with me unless I give you permission
to.  You will sleep in the dog crate that I have next
to my bed.  You will be allowed to sleep with me when
you perform your tasks with one hundred percent
accuracy and without hesitations.  

I went on to tell him everything that I expected of
him and that I will send him an e-mail that will have
a detailed outline of my expectations, I also wanted
an outline of all that he expected.  Then I returned
to the matter at hand, I did not get a response from
an e-mail that I sent him.

POWER2B:  You never e-mailed me back yesterday, for
that you will need to be punished.  Since I told you
to meet me at the adult bookstore and you never showed
up you need to be punished and you will administer it
to yourself.

YOUR_BITCH:  I am sorry sir, but I didn't have time to
go there.  (A Pause) I will take whatever punishment
sir gives me.

POWER2B:  Good boy!  Get a ruler (He got up and found
one-a nice metal one) and hit your balls with it sixty
times for making me wait for an hour.  Count out each
hit...In the future, when you are punished I expect
you to count each stroke and thank me for it.  Do you
understand?

YOUR_BITCH:  Yes sir.

POWER2B:  Start!

He lowered himself in the seat a bit and adjusted the
camera, and then pulled his cock back and began
whacking his balls.  You could tell that he was
hitting them hard by the way he was flinching with
each whack.  He finally got to sixty; he adjusted the
camera to show his face and upper chest.  He was
heaving trying to catch his breath and was crying. 
The last that I saw of his balls they were red.

POWER2B:  VERY GOOD BOY!

YOUR_BITCH:  Thank you sir.

POWER2B:  Now sixty strokes to your cock head for
questioning me before.

Again the camera adjusted and he began to wale on his
cock, he got through the sixty strokes leaving his
cock red.  He adjusted the camera again, and cleaned
the tears away from his eyes.

YOUR_BITCH:  Thank you sir.

POWER2B:  You are quite welcome boy.  (It was two in
the morning and I had things to do). I have to leave
you now boy, sleep well, and dream of your Master.

YOUR_BITCH:  Always sir.

The next two weeks we had some instructional cyber
sessions with him following my instructions to the
letter, and only having to be punished once.  I was
ready for him to come over and get some training time
in.  A few mornings after our last cyber-session, I
e-mailed him the following:

BOY!  YOU'VE DONE A DAMN GOOD JOB SO FAR; IT'S TIME TO
GET TOGETHER IN PERSON AN SHOW ME THE PROPER RESPECT. 
FRIDAY NIGHT AT 7:00 P.M. BE AT MY FRONT STEP, RING
THE DOOR BELL THREE TIMES.  YOU ARE TO WEAR JEANS,
WHITE T-SHIRT, AND A BLACK BUTTON UP TOP, AND BLACK
HIKING BOOTS.  NO HAT.  PLAN ON STAY FRIDAY UNTIL
MONDAY AFTERNOON.  YOUR MASTER.

He responded right away stating he'll be there.  I was
nervous and excited at the same time, but thought that
this was what I was meant to do.  After all he was a
very willing individual and wanted to serve.  I had so
many things to do with him in the three days that I
didn't know where to start.

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* * * * * * * * * * * * * 

FRIDAY NIGHT

At 7:00 p.m. my new slave was at the door at ordered,
he was fidgeting in front of the door as I waited for
a while.  I finally took a seat on the couch I had in
front of my forty-inch plasma television, I was sweaty
from a workout, and yelled out "Come In."  

I heard the door open and close and gave a quick
glance behind me to see him standing at parade rest in
front of the door.  "Good."  I thought to myself, he's
a quick learner.  

"Bring your collar from the table to me boy."  I said
not looking away from the television.

I heard him pick up the collar and walk over to just a
few feet again parade rest.  He handed me the collar
when I held out my hand, I stood and walked
uncomfortable close to him.  

"Are you sure this is what you want boy?"  I asked in
a deeper voice than I usually use.

"Yes Sir!"  He replied.

I collared him and stepped back.  He began to undress
and fold his clothes and froze when he realized he
didn't know where to put his clothes.  I pointed to
the front door and a shelf.  

He quickly put them away and finished undressing and
got on all four.  He came to my feet, which were still
sweaty and stinking from not washing them for two
days-I wanted to see if he'll do it, and low and
behold he kissed them.  He then made his way to my
crotch and kissed it, I was impressed.

"Good Boy! From now on you will only talk when I speak
to you.  Tonight will be an orientation and a time to
get you prepared the way I want you.  When I tell you
to do something I want you to do it right away. 
Remember the codes that I gave you a few weeks ago, I
will not remind you of them again."  I said still
standing over him.

I pulled a lead out of my pocket and attached it to
his collar, and walked him to my bedroom.  "Up on the
bed, head on the pillow, arms apart, and legs apart. 
I want to see what I have here."

He jumped on the bed and took up the position.  I
watched him get a little comfortable, as I took out
some rope from the nightstand.  I took his left arm
and tied it to the headboard, and did the same to his
right.  I went and bound his legs to the bottom of the
bed.  

Looking down at him I saw how cute he was and how
innocent he looked, I couldn't help but think why he
was interested in this.  I began running my hand over
his body, seeing that he had some hair on his body,
but not all.  I looked him in the eyes, and saw that
his hair was medium, but not long.  I didn't plan on
doing it, but I figured if I was going to do it I
might as well do it right.

I left him, and came back after a few minutes with an
electric razor, and other shaving supplies.  I could
see his eyes grow in size, and tense a bit.  "I told
you I own you body, soul, and mind.  Do you have a
problem with what I am about to do?"

"N-No sir, it's just I don't want to...I-I will do
what you ask."  He said finally realizing what's
happening.

"I am going to buzz your head, and shave your entire
body.  Your body is to remain smooth until further
notice.  If you perform properly for me for the next
two months, I will allow you to grow the hair in your
pits back."  I told him, as I fondled his cock.

I started with the electric razor, going over his
head, armpits, and the rest of the body.  Looking down
at him he was crying, I felt sorry for him, but he
wanted to be my bitch.  I went over every inch of his
body until he was smooth all over.  

I untied him and ordered him to clean up the bed,
which he did right away.  While he was cleaning my bed
off of his hair, I went to my spare bedroom, and
retrieved a few items I would need tonight.  When I
returned he was in the rest position standing next to
my bed.  "Good boy, you make me proud."

"Thank you sir."  He said not looking up at me, but a
smile broke across his face.

"Come here and undress me."  

He came over and began undressing me taking care not
to mess up my clothes; I caught a glimpse of him
smelling my underwear when he placed them in the
hamper.  I knew right there and then that this kid was
willing to do whatever I want, no matter what.  I
stood before him naked, but still sweaty from the days
work out.  

"I am dirty from a work out I had this evening, every
night when I am ready I will take shower, you will
give me a tongue bath first, and will follow me into
the bathroom, where you will shower me.  During this
time you will be punished if you make me get hard and
make me cum.  Do you understand?"  I finished.

"Yes Sir!"  He replied immediately.

"Get to it boy."  I ordered him, after he stood there
for a brief time.

He jumped and moved his way to me, working at my feet,
licking the sweat off, savoring every bit of filth
that was on my feet.  He worked his way up my leg and
then down the other, and my torso.  He paid close
attention to my pits, licking and sucking away at the
hair growing from my sweaty pit.  He made his way down
to my groin where he took my cock into his mouth and
began sucking.  

I slapped his head, "Don't suck you dumb bitch! Lick
it clean."

He continued to lick, and lick my balls, and then he
sat back and looked up at me.  I glared at him, but he
just looked back with those cute eyes.

"You forgot the hole bitch!"  I yelled at him.

I turned around and presented my ass to him, but he
turned away.  I grabbed him by the collar and pulled
him up so that he was eye level to me.  His eyes were
wide, and you could tell he was scared.  Again a pang
of guilt washed over me but I didn't let it get to me,
I was getting into the role.

"When I took you on you said that you'd do everything
that I told you to do.  Isn't that right?"  I asked.

"Y-Yes sir, but I didn't know that meant licking your
ass."  He stammered.

"What the fuck was that activity sheet I sent you was
all about?  You stated rimming was all right!"  I
tossed him onto the bed, and turned to him, "Follow
me!"

I led him into the bathroom, and started the shower, I
was going to have him clean me with the soap and see
how he did with this task, but I was doing this now so
I could think up a punishment.  He began lathering me
up, getting me cleaned properly, and then he shampooed
my hair.  He even cleaned my ass out probing my hole,
which I thought was strange.  He rinses me off, and
stepped back from me.

"On your hands and knees, face looking up at me!"  I
ordered.

He complied right away, getting on his hands and knees
as the water splashed on his body.  I aimed my cock at
his face and let out stream urine, I began pissing on
him from head to toes, making sure his face was
soaked.  He was turned off by this but kept his mouth
shut.  I turned the water off, and got out of the
shower.

He brought a towel over to me and began drying me off,
I was proud that he figured out that this was his
duty.  He dried me off, and started to dry himself
off, but I snatched the towel away from him.

"What the FUCK do you think you are doing?"  I yelled
at him.

"I-I was drying myself off so Sir bed wouldn't get
wet."  He said shaking a bit.

"You NEVER touch your body again, if I want you dried
I'd do it for you.  You will stay wet for now."  I
ordered him.  Following up with, "Follow me."

He put the towel in the hamper and followed me into my
room, he wasn't that wet and didn't get anything wet. 
"You need to be punished for not cleaning your
Master's ass, so jump up on the bed.  Get on your
hands and knees."

He got into the position faster than I thought he
would, and sort of looked back at me.  I didn't have
the heart to do this, but figured this is my role and
I had to get use to it.  I went to the nightstand and
retrieved a ping-pong paddle that I used to bounce the
ball off the wall (I know stupid but when you get
bored sometimes you create your own games).

I could see that his eyes went wide, probably
thinking, "What the fuck did I get myself into?"  I
took a few steps closer to him and swung the paddle as
hard as I could near him, to his credit he didn't
move.

"Okay Bitch, this is how it will go.  You disobeyed me
you will be punished.  You are going to be spanked
with this paddle twenty times on each cheek; you will
count each one and thank me.  For example, one, thank
you sir, may I please have another?  Can you handle
that bitch?"  I instructed him.

"Y-Yes SIR!"  He said with the hints of tears all
ready in his voice.

Without warning I brought the paddle down on his right
cheek, with a loud WHACK sound.  He tensed up, and let
out a muffled scream, and remembered:  "One! Thank you
sir may I please have another?"

He said it fast enough that I wouldn't add to the
punishment, I continued paddling him through the
twenty lashes on each cheek.  He was shaking when I
finished and crying uncontrollably.  

"On your knees bitch and face me."

He turned around and faced me, he moved slow and was
crying.  My heart was tugged at for a while, but I
remembered what the on-line Master that I talked to
once told me: "You need to show them who is boss, but
be firm and loving."

I wrapped him into my arms into a big bear hug,
letting him cry on my shoulders.  I massaged his back,
and slapped his left ass cheek causing him to shiver. 
I looked down and saw that the paddling caused both
cheeks to turn bright red.

"What's your lesson boy?"  I asked him pulling away
from him, and grabbing him under his chin forcing him
to look at me.

Shivering he responds:  "T-To do what Master wants."

I shook my head in approval, and continued:  "One
other punishment.  Don't get worried this one will not
be as bad as you think.  You no longer have a name. 
You will be referred to as either boy, bitch, or it,
it all depends on what my mood is."

I grabbed his balls and asked him: "Is this what you
want bitch?"

"Y-Yes sir."  He said with a bit of hesitation.

I squeezed his balls a little harder, and asked: "Is
this what you really want?"

"YES SIR!"  He cried out, and began sobbing again.

"I don't think it is bitch!  Why the fuck didn't you
do what you were told?  Did you think you were just
going to be coming here sucking my cock, and me
fucking you?"  I demanded.

"Y-Yes sir!"  He said, being honest with me for the
first time.

"Then you aren't serious about this are you?  You
don't want to be a bitch?" I yelled at him inches away
from his face.

Starting to blubber like a baby, he said, "I want to
be your bitch, sir, please forgive me!  I want to
serve you!"

"I don't think so!"

"I do.  I do.  Please Sir, forgive me!"  He said
crying.

I held his gaze for the longest time until finally
looked away, and broke down sobbing.  I brought him
into a big bear hug again, holding him as he cried,
but I had enough for that night and decided to end
things.


I attached the lead to his collar and led him to a
bare closet that I have no idea what the previous
owner used it for.  The room was like a regular closet
size and made out of brick.  Before the bitch came
over I made the closet into a little cell for him.  

He stood in front of the open door in parade rest,
still sniffling.  I told him to present his hands to
me, which he did without hesitation.  I placed a set
of leather cuffs on each wrist that had chains
attached to them.  

"In the closet bitch!"  I ordered.

He took a step back into the closet, where I placed
each hands tied onto a chain I had hanging from the
ceiling.  I hooked him up to a chain so that he was
standing on his toes.  I then tied his feet to an
eyehook that I had on the floor.  

I walked up to him, and grabbed him by the balls,
causing him to gasp out a little.  I looked him in the
eyes and just held his gaze until he looked away
quickly.  "It will sleep in here tonight and think
about what it has done."

Patting his balls, I walked away closing the door
behind me.  I stayed near the door so I could hear
what was going on, and all of the sudden I heard him
breaking down into uncontrollable crying.  I looked
through a hole cut into the door and saw that he was
crying with his head down and shaking his head
muttering over and over again: "I want to be your
bitch.  I really want to be your bitch."

I watched a bit longer, feeling a sense of pride in
going through with it when I was having doubts, but a
bit of pang at his predicament.  "Oh well, this is a
mutual thing."  I thought to myself, as I got
comfortable in bed.

Looking down at my cock, I could see that I was harder
than a rock.  I was tempted to go to the closet and
unstring the bitch and make him suck me off, but
thought that I could take care of the job for now.  

I slowly began jacking my cock thinking about all the
"adventures" the bitch and I would be having in the
future.  Within minutes I was shooting my seed all
over my stomach.  

I rubbed the cum into my skin, pushing it up onto my
chest massaging it into my nipples.  I closed my eyes,
as my hand massaged the cum into my cock, bringing my
cock back to life.  Ideas were popping in and out of
my mind, what I could do to the bitch tomorrow
morning.  After my second load of cum, I was sound a
sleep, dreaming about the bitch and all the fun we
will have.

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