The Wish

Author: submissive1
Title: The Wish
Date: 15 February 2014

It began with just a dream – a dream from years of dipping in and out of the kink world – a submissive guy yearning and needing to find his one true Master.

The dream always started in the same place – on the riverbanks. James walked along, bathed in sunlight flickering through the leaf-covered branches of the trees, taking in the beauty of the nature around him. Just a few moments later, a sense of being watched came over him like a wave of anxiety. He stopped, looked all around him, turned and looked behind him but saw no one. Brushing it off as just ‘one of those things’ he turned to continue his walk.

Stood right in front of him, just inches away was the God of a Master he had been dreaming of. Dressed in leather jeans, a chest harness, sporting a huge package and staring at him with piercing bright blue eyes – James felt his power immediately. The stranger placed one hand on James’ chest and the sense of excitement, sexual desire and the need to come was overwhelming – he came there and then. He woke, startled by the repeated occurrence of the dream again and decided to take a cold shower.

The day turned out to be frustrating – he couldn’t concentrate at work, he felt a strange sexual feeling completely new to him – a deep desire to rip off his clothes and start wanking regardless of where he was at the time with a deep firm knowledge of knowing that permission to do such a thing hadn’t been granted. Whilst his cock was soft and flaccid, the sensual and erotic feelings of submissiveness passed over his body like soft waves of sound. His senses were on fire, his need to serve heightened and frustration, upset and hatred of every day life growing and becoming a solid, touchable thing in the air around him.

That night the dream occurred again. The sense of being watched just as prolific, after turning around and finding the Master of his dreams standing in front of him, looking into his piercing blue eyes, the Master once again placed a hand upon James’ chest. The same feeling of excitement and sexual desire flooded through his body but this time, he did not come. The Master spoke, “Soon boy, we will meet. I own you now and your dick is now mine. No matter how hard it gets, no matted how hard you wank – your touch will bring no sensation to your body at all – only my touch will. My boots need cleaning boy, get to it.”

James found his body lowering him to the ground completely against his will. He found himself upon his hands and knees, his tongue eagerly sticking out waiting to come into contact with the leather of his Master’s boots even though he was fighting with all of his might not to do it. At the moment his tongue touched the boots, his body felt alive with submissive need, desire and a wanting to serve and please his Master. His dream became about nothing but the boots, he felt every groove, every fold of leather, tasted it all and wanted more. He awoke in the early hours of the morning and found on either side of his head, one of the boots that he had been worshipping in his dream. The same need, desire and want to worship them flooded him again and he grabbed a hold of the boots, one in each hand, and started licking them both. Harder and harder he licked until licking them wasn’t enough. He rubbed his face and head on the soles of the boots and his sexual need only deepened and fed his need to worship the boots even more. He dropped one of the boots, his hand slowly working his way down his chest to his dick only to find that his body did not respond to the touch of his hand upon his dick. His hand felt nothing, although his brain told him he was touching, rubbing and wanking his dick he felt nothing. Sensation came from neither his hand nor his cock. His frustration deepened, his worshipping of his Masters boots became frenzied as he tried harder and harder to get his dick and hand to feel something from his masturbation. All of a sudden his deep, trance like worship submissive state exploded and brought him back to reality – a laugh of enjoyment and of accomplishment flooded through his bedroom, echoing all around him. From his position of kneeling upon the bed, his face buried beneath the boots, he turned to see the profile of his Master walk out of the bedroom door and disappear with a flood of brilliant white light. His Master’s voice flooded back to him, “Look at your privates boy – see how I own them? See how I own you? You’re mine boy, my bitch, and I will make you serve me with every breath you take. You were lost and I have found you. You are mine.” His cock and balls felt pleasure like never before and he struggled to contain it. He moaned, and begged to come at the top of his voice and then it all stopped. An emptiness flooded him and he got up to turn on his bedroom light.

He screamed – and when he had stopped he screamed again. His body was covered with thick black tattoo’s – alive, swirling and moving across his skin like snakes in the depth of ecstatic sexual frenzy. His cock and balls had been covered with a living, flexible and unmovable shiny black metal. Touching it, trying to rip it off – his hand felt nothing beneath it and his cock felt nothing upon it. His Master’s voice rippled through the air, “And so it begins, my boy, my bitch starts his lessons.” James found his legs frozen in place, his upper body bending forwards without his command to do so. Fighting it was impossible, the black snake like tattoos moved around his skin until they forced his body into the position of his Master’s desire. A loud ‘crack’ echoed around the room as something spanked his bare naked arse. To his horror, James learned it was his own hand, the black tattoos moving so quickly across his skin that they forced his own hands to smack his own vulnerable arse. Once crack after another, one hand after another – and he cried and begged for it to stop. The smacks became harder and harder until he could beg no more and only scream. His screams weren’t voiced though as the magic holding him in place also bound his vocal chords – James could scream forever, but no sound would ever be heard. Again his Master’s laugh filled the air. James felt something grab his hair, his head was pulled sharply back and up almost cutting off his breathing. He found himself staring right into his Master’s eyes, “Mine now. Three months ago you made a wish upon a shooting star – you should be careful what you wish for boy. It just might come true.”

With those words, the spanking became even harder still. His cock hard and dripping and his fear alive and dancing in his heart. This is what he wished for, this is what he wanted and now he had it, he wanted out. He screamed his silent scream with greater ferocity as his skin began to burn. The tattoo’s were being seared into flesh, his Master was taking full control of his bitch and enforcing his will upon it. The laughter echoed around his bedroom again and the tattoo’s burned ever hotter still. Searing hot metal was being moulded to his very soul, entrapping him and enslaving him. The spanking became even harder still, his cock desperate for release and just as quickly as it started – it stopped. The pain was still alive, his screams were still silent and his Master still laughed. “Your face isn’t red enough boy. Let’s see what we can do about that shall we?” No sooner had his Master stopped speaking, James began slapping himself uncontrollably. His eyes wide with fear, his cock hard and dripping and his Master smiling savagely, James’ new life had just begun.