Life as a Sub Ch. 04 Pt. 02

Ch. 04 Pt. 02 -- Was it Deception?

Recap

I had an afternoon appointment with Master Bob, a one-to-one meeting -- or so I thought. Things were going well until I was completely surprised by a pair of hands pressing on my shoulders. I thought we were alone, Master and submissive. But obviously, something else was going on. I felt very angry, and I thought things were getting out of control. Was it right for him to subject me to this behaviour without warning me?

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Now I was feeling alarmed. The hands forced me down so much that I couldn't turn around to see who it was. I was genuinely worried. Then Bob reached over and held my head down with a firm grip, and one of the two hands holding me moved from my shoulder, stroked down my back to the crease of my bum.

The hand moved to one of my cheeks, patted me, then fingers touched my plug. I tried to move but Bob held my head down and the hand on my shoulder had the weight of a heavy person on it. I felt my plug being played with, gently pulled, then twisted just enough to make me feel it moving inside me.

I felt fingers grip the base of my plug, then I felt the uncomfortable feeling as it was pulled. I was a little dry and then I felt some saliva drip down my bum crease as the plug was worked very slowly, in and out of me. Then suddenly, the big bit of the plug was stretching my hole, but thankfully it was released, and it quickly slid back inside me. I was going to try to get up again, but then my plug was pulled again.

My total and complete focus on Bob's cock was broken. I felt my plug once more twist and turn as it was slowly being pulled. I had got used to the plug inside me but now it started to get uncomfortable as it stretched my hole. I started to panic but then the thick bit of the plug plopped out. I briefly felt my bum hole gaping open until I naturally squeezed it shut. I saw out the corner of my eye, my plug was placed next to my face on the sofa, and I saw the hands holding it belonged to a man.

Immediately, I felt something else pushing against my hole. It felt different. A bit harder than my plug, and it was vibrating. I heard spitting and the warm feeling of moisture, then buzzing as this thing was pressed against my tight hole. I didn't like it. I squeezed my hole shut trying to stop the vibrator entering me. I struggled to get free. I knew this day would come, but this was not how I wanted it to happen. Not what I wanted at all.

I managed to pull away from Bob and the other man's grasp, turned my body away from the sofa and fell back on my bum. I was alarmed to see not one but two other men in the room. I saw Clive sat on a chair across the room, dressed in a shirt and tie, watching, but it was the other young man who I had not met before that I was shocked to see. He was the one who was behind me. He was kneeling, naked, wearing a collar similar to mine. I immediately noticed his shaved hard cock was sticking out and wiggling around as he moved. He too had a thick tight cock ring on which clearly defined and showed off his cock and shrunken balls.

He was holding a small white buzzing vibrator and had a very shocked look on his face because he turned immediately to Bob and then Clive.

I looked at Bob. He just sat there rubbing his chin, looking at me, frowning. I looked at the others. The man with the vibrator crawled away from me and settled next to Clive's chair. As he crawled away, I could see his bum had a very prominent red handprint on his right cheek, but I couldn't see any sign of a plug.

But now I was annoyed because I was so focussed on what Bob had me doing, that I hadn't heard them come in at all. Perhaps the TV was so loud, or I was in such a trance with Bob's cock, but the fact was, they were here, watching and now they were playing with me. It was a surprise that I was totally unprepared for.

Was I being irrational? Was I just wanting an excuse to leave because of how rough they were with me? And who the hell was this dude with the collar on? All these questions made me act like a petulant child.

That's it, I thought, I am out of here. Enough was enough. As I got up, I grabbed my plug from the floor and started walking to the door. I was not going to stay here and be subjected to this treatment, especially when I had followed all the rules given to me.

"Oh now hold on Jim, stop right there." I didn't turn around. "I said STOP." He shouted. "Come back here." I froze, turned around and looked at him, my dicklet was fast going soft and small.

"I am sorry Master." I said. "But this ....." I pointed at the young man and Clive. "Is not what we agreed for today. You had me believing I was in a safe place, to learn from you. I was ok with being trained and even conditioned by a one-to-one meeting Master." I paused. " And being with you this afternoon Master, I was really enjoying it and really wanted what you wanted, but now I don't know what to think. Sorry Master, but I wasn't ready for what just happened, not like this." I wiggled my finger at the young man again. "You told me the plug meant something, but I guess it doesn't."

I turned and went into the hallway to put my clothes on and leave. I took off the collar, put it with my plug on the bench and started dressing. Bob appeared in the doorway still half dressed, the tails of his shirt just covering the base of his cock. I could still see his amazing dangling balls and cock head. He crossed his arms which raised his shirt a little. I immediately thought to myself that he looked very impressive as a Dominant man.

"Is it that you didn't know they were there?"

I sat, continuing to dress, really feeling upset and a little petulant. "What do you think just happened in there?" He said sounding almost apologetic. I started putting my trousers on.

"It was a shock, Master. I wasn't ready for that surprised treatment." I stopped, holding my trousers open. I had one leg in, one leg out. "I knew I would be introduced at some point to slowly offer my bum to a Master, I know that, but I didn't think someone could just sneak up on me and remove my plug like that ..... and, and by someone I don't even know. It felt like my plug meant nothing. It was just unexpected, sorry, but that wasn't what I was expecting today." I said, feeling really pissed off.

He walked over to me. I noticed his cock, semi hard and waving about as he walked. He stood in front of me, the heat from his warm soft cock nearly touching my face. OMG, I had to look and admire it. He twitched it deliberately so that it bumped my nose, then he sat down on the bench next to me.

"OK, you are upset. But listen. Do you know the difference between a sub and a slave? You are a sub. You have limits. We appreciate that." He grabbed my chin to look at him. "You have rightly shown trust in me, your Master, and now, you feel like that trust has been betrayed." He paused, let go of my chin and held my butt plug up to my face, offering it to me.

"This is what you will come across out there in the world. As a sub, you will naturally, always want to be in the company of a Dom, Master or Mistress. It is a natural life choice for you. But this." We waved my plug at me. "Is only a tool to make you self-conscious. It's a tool to make you believe that your ..... bum, as you put it, is protected."

I nodded. That was true and that was my understanding too. He continued. "You will have to, at some point in your adoration of your Master, endure embarrassment by being in a room with others ..... sometimes with people that you don't know. They will want to touch you, play with you, BUT, it will always only be with the permission from your Dominant."

I listened and he made sense. I pulled my trousers up, stood, now fully dressed, holding my jacket, looking at the door. I was now feeling confused and thinking that I may have been too hasty in my actions.

"Now, from your reactions, I guess you didn't know Clive was in the room. But what if I had blindfolded you? What if you knew they were there? Would that have made it better?"

I frowned and took a deep breath. His words were rapidly calming me down and confusing me. I think I was almost forgiving him ..... but hang on. He was making this happen a little too quickly. Now I was worried that I had yet again messed things up.

"CLIVE." Bob shouted facing the living room.

I watched Clive walk into the hall, the naked man crawling on the floor beside him. Clive pulled the man's leash making him lift his head as they entered the hall.

"You have just experienced what you WILL come across on your journey through life. A sudden shock like this though, may have crossed the line as you say, but understand, you can have limits when it comes to serving a Dom, but that those limits must be understood fully, ..... especially by you, the owner of those limits."

"What do you mean Master?" I asked, looking at the man on his knees.

"Sit down." I sat next to him, draping my jacket over my lap. He continued. "There are many men and women out there who say that they are Dominant and that they know how to treat a submissive, like you, but most will take you as a potential slave."

I looked over at the young man again. Was he a slave I asked myself? Bob continued.

"They will lure you, a submissive, into a prospect of worship and pleasure, something that you will crave and search for. But some will not necessarily honour your limits. They will want you, but they will ultimately want you as a slave. Where the Master just wants you for his short-term pleasure regardless of your safety or natural urges."

I thought about what he was saying. I had to ask. "What, like, ignore my limits?"

"Yes, exactly," he replied, "But they think nothing about the way a sub has been brought up or has self-awareness. Someone like you wants to be a with a Dom because it is the natural order of things. You are bisexual, a submissive sissy cock sucker. You want to show that you respect alpha males. Dominant men. But, there are false Doms who want instant gratification, regardless of any rules or limits that the sub has." He paused again then continued.

"Look at Clive's pet." I looked over at the collared young man kneeling by Clive's legs. "That is a slave." Then he pointed at me. "You are a sub." I took a deep breath. "We knew that pretty much the second you approached Clive. But, as a group, we have all gently taken you through self-realisation ..... on your journey as a true submissive. Gently, taking you through your awareness, to understand your true sexual urges and hunger."

I thought about it, and I was thinking that he made some good points. So far everything I had experienced here made me realise that I liked being a sub. Everyone here had been really nice to me, even if I thought it was a bit one sided.

"I am actually very proud of you." I looked at him, surprised. "You showed us that you are serious with your objections and, yes ..... your limits. You want those limits so that you don't wander into being a slave, and that is a good thing."

Do you remember your written test?"

I looked around the hall as my mind wandered to what I had written in the test. Damn, I couldn't remember. What did I write that it had come to this?

Bob saw my reaction as he looked in my face. "You don't remember do you. About anal sex and using dildos? You wrote that you have yet to experience a real cock in your boy hole, and that vibrators and toys were acceptable."

I swallowed. Oh yes that question. Now I was beginning to understand. Somehow, it had escaped me, or I hadn't grasped that this afternoon was because of that question. Well, it was certainly turning out to be more than a quick Dom sub meeting. I looked at Clive again, but Bob continued.

"You need to experience more, but because of time, we must accelerate your journey. More toys, and when you were ok with them, a real cock. Do you understand now?". He sighed.

I leaned back against the wall and thought about his words and what had happened. Closing my eyes, I thought I had really fucked up ..... again. But hang on. Why didn't he tell me about his plans before all of this? Why didn't he tell me that Clive would be here, AND, with a stranger? It was supposed to be just me and him. Was Bob manipulating me with his wise words ..... again? No. This was something else. I was getting mad again.

I was just about to reply to him when we all looked up at the door as we heard keys being jiggled in the lock.

The door opened and in walked Claire, followed by Sally. Claire was talking to Sally before she saw Clive standing in the living room doorway, then she looked to her right noticing Bob and me sat on the bench. She raised her eyebrows at Bob.

Sally closed the front door then stood with Claire. They both didn't say anything, they just stared at Clive then Bob. I glanced over to the naked young man kneeling next to Clive. He was looking at Claire then Sally. I then looked at Claire then Sally. This was a surprise, I thought to myself.

As this comical glancing at everyone stopped, I casually noticed both women were wearing dresses and coats, carrying purses. Claire spoke first looking at Bob sounding a little shocked.

"Problems?"

Bob stood up and walked over to her, kissed her and said, "Hello love, you're back early."

She kissed him back, but frowned as she looked down at me, then back to Bob as he said,

"It appears that young Jim here, does have a problem and once again wants to leave."

Both the girls took their coats off and hung them up. I noticed that they were very elegantly dressed. Claire wore a knee length black and white polka dot dress, Sally, a more figure-hugging shorter red dress that showed off her long legs. Both looked stunning yet casual.

Claire motioned for Sally to go over to Clive. Sally glided over to Clive, gave him a kiss, then put her hand on his shoulder. She balanced herself as she removed her shoes one by one. "Afternoon hun, everything ok?" she said kissing his cheek again.

Clive just nodded at Bob and then turned around and walked into the living room, pulling the naked man's leash making him crawl beside him. Sally followed, after placing her shoes next to one of the tables in the hall. As they walked away, Sally bent down to quickly smack the crawling young man's naked bottom. "Has he been good?" She asked Clive. I didn't hear his answer.

Claire and Bob both looked at each other, then, down at me. It suddenly occurred to me. Why was I still here? I was still sat on the bench, but then, as I looked up into their faces, I knew my mistake. Ooops. I quickly dropped to my knees before they could say anything.

Smiling, Claire asked Bob. "And just what is his problem?" She looked into Bobs eyes as she kissed him again. She nuzzled and kissed Bobs neck, then reached down to grab hold of his naked semi hard cock. She stroked him a few times, feeling the weight and thickness in her hand, and I couldn't help but watch with admiration as she held and fondled him.

"I see that he is still interested, so what is the problem?" she said as she looked at me stare at what she was doing with her hand playing with her husband's cock.

"Well." Bob said. "Jim doesn't appear to understand what we are trying to do for him ..... again."

Claire let go of Bob's cock and walked over to stand in front of me. "Take my shoes off." She commanded me.

I bent down to undo the side straps of her stilettoes, then as she lifted each delicate naked foot in turn, I looked and admired her red painted toenails, but I couldn't help but try to glance up her dress as she lifted each leg. Boy I was damaged. I placed her shoes next to the bench.

Claire had obviously seen I was trying to look up her dress. She smiled, pirouetted on one foot, and walked back to Bob. She asked him. "What do you want to do with him then? Is he leaving?"

Bob shook his head. "I don't think I have any more patience to continue with him. He was doing so well. We were in the adoration and acceptance of ownership part of his train ............"

"Wait. Sorry," Claire said interrupting him. "So, he hasn't gone through the bonding process yet?"

"No, and it appears I was right. Trying to cram so much into one last meeting has been ........." Bob continued talking as they walked arm in arm into the living room. As they walked away, their voices got quieter, or they started to whisper. It was suddenly very quiet. I was left on my own, kneeling in the hallway. I looked at my jacket on the bench. Should I get up, go or ...... sit down?

Looking at them chat, I remember asking myself, why wasn't I leaving? I was confused but still pissed off. That annoyance however, seemed to have evaporated as soon as Claire came in. Was I that fickle? I know I wanted the excitement, the depravity of the afternoon, but I was convinced Bob had crossed a line.

I waited for a few minutes, watching them talking quietly in the living room. I was unsure what to do. But then, Claire nodded as she looked over at someone in the living room. She turned and Bob unzipped her dress. OMG, she carefully stepped out of it and walked out of my sight in her white bra and panties. All I know was that it was overwhelming for my young sex driven mind. The thought of being with Claire again kept me kneeling, waiting.

Bob turned and walked back into the hall.

"Well, boy? What do you want to do?" Bob asked.

As I thought about my answer, Claire suddenly walked up behind him, to stand by his side. They both looked down at me. I gazed hungrily at her body, in her now tight knickers showing just a trace of her pussy, her tummy, bra and her face. I looked quickly at Bob. I kept asking myself, was I going to regret this? I wanted the sexual encounter. I was young and wanted the excitement, the depravity, the debauchery. But I was convinced a line had been crossed. I was sure of it.

I looked at Claire. She raised her eyebrows. The fact that she was here, I hoped I was going to learn something else this afternoon, something that I might not like that much, but now she and Sally were here, I was feeling a little more relaxed. My mouth was very dry, I swallowed and nervously asked.

"Master, I am sorry for being so brash. I may have been too hasty in my actions. May I please stay and learn more?" Bugger. I had given in. I was committed. Damn I was horny.

Claire looked at Bob with a faint smile. The anger in Bob's face was fading. Claire kissed her husband once more and said. "It would be a pity to waste all this time we have invested in this little bitch boy; don't you think my love?"

Bob walked in front of me. Sitting on my heels, I watched his cock wiggle and sway proudly as he moved. Then I did what I was trained to do. I leant forward and kissed his magnificent cock. I was once again paying my respects to my Master.

Having received my kiss on his foreskin covered cock head, he stepped back and then Claire came forward. She stood, legs open with her cotton covered pussy touching my nose. I could feel the heat of her body and the smell of her perfume. I tilted my head to get a good angle so that I could kiss her pussy lips in her panties. I wanted this so much. I pushed my mouth into her panty covered vagina and made a loud kissing noise. Wow she was so hot down there. After the kiss, that was it, they had me where they wanted me and they were assaulting my mind once again. I was getting lost in wanting sex and wanting to please them.

"Now stop all this nonsense and let's enjoy this afternoon together." She pointed at my plug on the bench. "What is THAT doing there?"

I looked over and said quickly, "Sorry Mistress, that is mine."

She picked it up together with the leather collar and threw them on the floor in front of me. "Sort yourself out and join us in the living room."

As she turned to walk into the living room, Bob bent down and lifted my chin to look into my eyes.