Naked, waiting for things to happen in the Hotel room where Joko Ono and John Lennon demonstrated for peace and freedom in 1969. More than fifty years ago I read in the note on the table in the room, almost thirty years before I was born. A large white bed with some reminders on the wall commemorating what happened here. History was made here.
Two wall sides of the room, on the seventh floor, are fully glass with a beautiful view over an old part of Amsterdam. A strange room for the training, exam or maybe my initiating as a newbie sex tool. I am puzzled why I am in this great open, white room. Most websites and movies, with slaves, play in dark cellars, dungeons, or caves. Dark walls full of chains or cages. Puzzled I waited.
I heard the click of the lock in the door. I get directly in the slave position. Facing the large window. Legs wide apart, knees slightly curved forward. My legs spread wide with my ass open. My foreskin pulled back with my penis head ready. In the reflection in the glass I can vaguely see a man entering the room. It is my master from the first meeting. He sits down on the only chair in the room and looks at my back. The only sounds I hear is the soft humming of the air-conditioning and my heart pumping blood to my muscles and cock. The start of an erection. So horny is it to stand here, ready for him.
"There are only three things you have to know as my boy." Said the men after a time which felt like an hour. "You must remember them as your mantra. One: My Master owes me fully for one day per month, without any questions or hesitations. Two: My Master or any other men the Master wants, will get all the pleasure and satisfaction he or they want. Three: My master must punish me if I do not fulfill above rules to his Master satisfaction and expectation".
He got out of his chair, walked to stand close behind me. I feel a thick iron stick touching the inner side of my legs. Slowly going up. Touching every muscle and nerve on my inner legs. Inch for inch it gets closer to my almost virgin pussy. When it finally touches my anal contractor, my whole body shivered like a trembling puddy. My legs almost collapsed, and my hands drops a few inches. My cock became hard, and harder during this small performance. I feel the first drop of precum leaving the tip of my cock when the top of the tool reached and is slightly pushed in my anus. I breath as if I was running, but I stand frozen and feel the cold metal touching me. At my most intimate part.
The iron head enters my ass further, not a gentle entry softened with lubricant. No one slow strong push, going deeper and deeper. The muscles in the entry of my pussy scream for help, wanting him to stop, give some relief. But he pushed on. And the iron stick becomes larger and larger. Finally, the widest part crossed my hole securing it deep in me. Tears drops from eyes; I bit my lips to keep as silent as possible. I shake.
"Shut up, standstill. I did not say that you are allowed to move, bitch." It was followed by a hard lash of a kind of whip on my bottom. Another whip, again and again.
"Lick your dirt of the ground and show me your ass."
