Monday, September 21, 2009
Do You Live on PERV ST?
A couple years ago a friend of mine, who would be unhappy if I didn't mention he was the executive director of his company, interviewed and hired a bright young assistant. She was cool, we'd always chat when I stopped by his office. We talked about life & relationships, general office chatter. During one of these chats the issue of what it takes to have a successful relationship arose. She states "OH, you have to live on PEV ST".
We looked at her our faces blank.
"PEV ST, You have to live on PEV ST. It's an acronym... the required elements to achieve & maintain a successful relationship. Put them together and you get PEV ST. "
•Values in common
Well we @ just over 30 had yet one more thing to be jealous envy of of this cleaver youth, besides her youth.
"I came up with it one night with some of my girlfriends"
The beautiful simplicity of it. It's the kind of thing that makes you think "Why didn't I think of that?" Then I noticed PEV ST was a bit incomplete. I made only one augmentation to arrive to at a little cul-de-sac called PERV ST.
•Values in common
Long story short, the bright young lady didn't last long. I don't even remember her name but every time I meet a guy I digg, consider a relationship or a friend seeks relationship advice I think of her @ ask the question... Do you live on PERV ST?
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
I should never have stayed talking to Him in the bar that night I lost my job, and certainly should not have borrowed money – at least not from Him. But the current credit crunch, with rising debts, outgoings and expenses soaring, had left me destitute. Losing my job at the bank was the final straw and there seemed no where to turn.
I had seen Him several times in bars and clubs over the past months, in my home town and when away on business trips. He always seemed to be there, sitting at the bar and raising his glass when he caught my eye. Not that I minded or even thought it odd that He should be there. I travelled extensively with my work and just assumed that He was another traveller – alone in a strange city.
And why should I object to the attentions of this six foot three brick shit house of a man, with a goatee, cropped dark hair and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen? His was a body and face to make Tom’s Men seem insignificant. He was always in leather jeans, or chaps with a skin tight black tee-shirt that hid nothing and revealed every ripple on His body plus two large heavily ringed nipples.
Now I have had a think for pierced men for many years and whilst I had a couple of tats, had never plucked up enough courage for rings – but a Daddy with heavy piercings was another matter.
These regular ‘meetings’ eventually lead to a ‘Hi’ and before long, conversation. Being away from home, with a new acquaintance and a few beers, it was easy for me to talk about my life, my likes, desires and fantasies. The fact that I built up both my experience and my fantasies was not an issue - they were my fantasies. Little did I know the trouble this would get me into.
Whenever I was in a bar or club, He was always there, and from our developing conversations it was clear that He was interested in my experiences in life, work and relationships but whenever I asked a question, especially plucking up courage to ask about our regular pattern of meeting, He just smiled.
And nothing else happened.
At least, not at that time.
Let me tell you a little more about me at that time – name of Jim, 36 years old, five ten with a good shaved body (gym three times a week) and short, but not cropped, blond hair. As I said, Ii had a couple of tats – one on my arse and one in the small of my back – but had always dreamt of extensive ink work and body modifications. Indeed, when I wanked off, and yes I did so several times a day even in the bog at work, Ii always fantasised about Him and how I would like to submit to Him and let Him change me as He would see fit…..
With my boyish looks and tight body (with a goatee when on holiday, since my company did not favour facial hair and I was The Corporate Man) Ii know that I attracted admiring glances when in a bar, and my then boy friend used to enjoy this attention, too.
My troubles really started with the bank going into receivership and me not only losing my employment but my vastly subsidised lifestyle – mortgage, cars, loans for designer clothes, and expensive holidays around the globe and eating out in top restaurants several times a week – who wants to cook when there was someone else much better to do it? However, given the situation i felt that if we really cut back on all expenditure, let the cars go and looked for a smaller place to live we might, just, be able to get things sorted. After all, with a decent degree, a good track record in banking and finance and, living centrally there had to be jobs out there and we had no need of a car to get around.
The boy friend had other thoughts and stated that he was not prepared to subsidize me; after I had put him through school and paid for acting lessons and gym membership for the past few years and included him in everything I did. That evening he moved out, taking many of the paintings and ornaments – ‘before the bailiffs get them!’ . Bastard.
So, left in a waterside apartment with fantastic views, what was I to do?
Friday night. So let’s go out and get laid. It helped. When I entered the club the first person I saw was Him – raising a glass and indicating for me to join Him. Within minutes my whole story was out. He nodded and listened. “So what would you do to get out of this situation…?”
“Anything”, I replied, and I think that answer sealed my fate.
Telling me that He would be in contact to discuss employment options (and I still had no idea what line of business He was in) I gave Him my address, phone number, email and employer’s name and address. Feeling somewhat relieved that I had some hope, I went home early, not even remotely interested in sex.
A week past – creditors’ letters were starting to pile up and while my land line had been cut off, my mobile never stopped ringing (couldn’t turn it off in case He called) – people hassling for repayment of loans. Had I really been that profligate?
Friday night again – and I dare not go out for fear of the four thugs that had all week been hanging around the entrance to the apartment block, obviously watching my movements and when the apartment would be empty so that the landlord or creditors could take possession.
The door bell rang. Not expecting anyone, I checked on the screen and saw Him. ‘OK, He’s probably coming to discuss my employment,” and I slipped the catch.
He entered, with a small balding man in a dark suit, carrying a briefcase. Seeing Him in my hallway was more impressive that in the club, and the contrast between the two men could not have been greater. “Right, down to business. You need a way out and funds, and I have brought my lawyer to go walk you through your employment contract. Your troubles end tonight”.
The layer removed a thick wad of papers from his briefcase. “Sign where indicated”, was all he said.
Starting to read the contract, it was suddenly snatched from my hands by Him. “If you want to have your financial troubles sorted there is no need to read this – just sign. Should you want to go through in detail we call a halt to our arrangement now’.
What choice did I have – this was my salvation. I signed – what I thought would be once, but as the lawyer turned pages, Ii was signing at least every third page. When I had finished, both the lawyer and He added their signatures to the last page.
Legalities completed, the lawyer packed up his case and left. He did not shut the door behind him and the four thugs that I had previously seen hanging around outside burst in, locking the door behind them.
‘What the fuck……’ was all I could manage before Iwas hit hard across the face and in the stomach.
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My mouth was bleeding and I could feel that a few of the expensive crowns were lose, but had no time to consider this since without a word I was grabbed and thrown across my dining table – where I had just signed my employment contract. Straps were produced, binding me to each leg and a ball gag was roughly pushed into my mouth so that I could taste more blood.
He just watched. Without a word, he took a knife and slowly and painstakingly cut through my jeans, belt, and tee shirt, before slitting my jock and leaving me naked and bound to the table – helpless.
‘That’s better. I have waited a long time to see your body and to have you where I want you.’
My mind raced; what was going to happen. Never have I been so scared, and yet my dick stood to attention and was harder than it had ever been.
‘Good, I can see that you are in agreement that this is what you want. Now let me explain’, and with that he nodded to the thugs who stood to attention at each corner of the table, He then pulled a chair up so that he was sitting between my legs – His face level with my dick.
‘I have been watching you for many months both on your business trips and via the websites that you have accessed. And my, haven’t you found some interesting and perverse ones? From these and the on-line conversations that you have had with many Masters - actually all Me – I have a good understanding of how your mind works and what you really want from life.
‘Don’t think that our meetings were accidental. You have been under constant surveillance and observation for the past twelve months and there is nothing about you past life, family, friends or employment that I do not know. You can hide nothing from me.
‘You are what I am searching for and your employment with me will take you deep into your inner most thoughts and desires. There is no way out and no resignation or dismissal, in the traditional sense, possible’.
I tried to struggle but the straps were two tight and all that I could do was mumble into the gag.
‘Now don’t struggle, there really is no use, and my team will not hesitate to damage and hurt you if you do not comply. To them you are nothing, a nobody.
‘I am going to ask you a series of questions, a test, to establish the absolute limit of your desires. I believe that a true masochist with a deep-down need to be hurt will be turned on irrespective of what its verbal answer may be. You will not be able to hide away behind a “no”. If you are true to the person I believe you to be, your new life will begin. If I see that what I am offering is not what you want, deep down, I will release you and provide you with sufficient funds to settle all your outstanding debts and start a new life. I think that you will agree that his is fair.
When He said this it made my dick go hard. As hard as it was for me to admit to myself my true desires, let alone actually tell them to someone, I also knew that tied naked to the table I would not be able to fool him: my dick never lied.
He remained silent and as the silence lengthened, my erection subsided.
‘Let me explain. As from Midnight, I have assumed all your debts, loans and redeemed your mortgage. All that you had is now my property and you have signed away all rights to me.
‘This contract will be filmed so that there is no way out.’ And with that one of the thugs switched on a small camera and set me into the viewfinder.
‘First question. Do you want to also be my property?’ He asked slowly and methodically, his eyes fixed directly upon mine, and then slowly looking downward towards my crotch.
As He said this Ii thought, ‘Property? No way am I property; I am a free man!’, but found myself unable to control my dick. Slowly it lifted up and away from my ball sac, rising towards Him. He smiled approvingly, then fell silent and waited for my erection to subside.
When I was flaccid again He continued, speaking each word carefully and slowly with his deepest voice.
‘Do you want to be kidnapped, removed and separated from your current life to live as my Slave twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?’
Before He had even finished asking the question, my dick had become engorged once again and stood erect. I could feel the beat of my heart racing, filling it up. Then again, silence.
‘Do you want to be tattooed?’ Again my dick responded without hesitation.
Over many hours the questioning continued as before. After each question He waited before proceeding to the next. And with each question He drew my affirmative response.
‘Do you want to be pierced including tongue, nose, nipples and dick, freely according to my wishes?
‘Do you want to be marked permanently to identify you as my property?
‘Do you want to be modified in any way that I see fit that will bring pleasure to me and my customers?
‘Do you want to be visibly tattooed including hands, face, head and scalp, with whatever I want, including but not limited to overtly homoerotic images and tribal designs?
‘Do you want wear my permanent steel collar and be cuffed and chained to sleep in your cage at night?
‘Do you want to be displayed in public and on websites?
‘Do you want to serve anyone that I wish you to, with no limits and no choice, no matter how perverse or extreme their taste?’
By the time that He seemed to have finished his list of questions, I realised that I had agreed, well, my dick had agreed, to possibly everything that he could conceivably do to me.
He then walked to stand directly in front of me, his legs spread apart, removing his tee shirt, standing in his jeans, chaps and heavy black motorcycle boots. I couldn't look away and stared at the black tribal tattoos that covered his entire chest and torso. The thick metal rings hung from his nipples. He looked down, grinning and said: "Just one last question. Do you want to begin being my slave starting now?"
I had expected that question and was trying to think of anything that would cause me to lose my hard-on. Yes, I had fantasized about being a slave and being tattooed but wanted to scream out ‘No!’ He knew everything now and there was nothing that I could do. My darkest secrets were out, ones that Ii had hid from myself for many years. Silently I was cursing myself for having spoken with Him and cursing my dick for betraying my desires. Being in bondage, naked and gagged turned me on, so when He looked at my dick, try as I might, my own body betrayed me again as my dick went hard.
‘I knew that would be your answer and the video is a witness to our contract.
‘You are my property now. You will do as I wish when I wish with no question or hesitation. I will modify you, use you and change you as I so decide. And be warned, I will not tolerate any disobedience. So there is no mistake about, there is no going back. It's time to close your past life’.
With that he nodded to the thugs; two went into my bedroom and I could hear them rummaging in my closets and drawers. One went though my desk and laptop whilst another searched cupboards.
Each returned with piles of clothes, shoes, papers and documents, files and photographs: a huge pile was forming in the centre of my room. ‘What the fuck were they doing with my things?’
‘In case you wonder,’ He said, ‘we are taking your past life and will destroy what there is so that you start anew’. He took my passport and birth certificate and tore them up in front of me and threw them onto the ever expanding pile.
A thug gave him my address book and a print out of all my contacts from my pc.
‘Good, I think that we are done. Prepare him’.
I felt a tourniquet being tightened on my right arm and a prick. Suddenly, as it was released, my whole body glowed and slowly I began to drift into an induced sleep.
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