A gay story: Submissive Visits His Dom
After receiving the early morning email from my Dom, Walter, my workout that morning wasn’t as fulfilling as those of the prior two mornings because Walter wasn’t there watching over me. But he had given me instructions for what to do when he wasn’t there. So when I finished my workout I headed to the shower with my razor. I had been shaving my balls for years, but had never shaved off all of my pubes. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but because I knew that my wife would see me that way and mock me for looking like a fag. I had always hesitated to give her any hints about my true nature, but now that I had been ordered to shave by my Dom, I didn’t allow myself to make a choice. I shaved off all my pubes so I was completely bare and smooth.
Then as ordered, I left my towel hanging by the shower and walked naked to the nearby sauna. Thankfully, nobody was in there when I opened the door, so I took my usual spot in the corner on the upper level. I sat back, spread my legs and closed my eyes. I was hoping I wouldn’t get hard, but as I thought about how I would look if someone walked in, sitting with my bare ass on the bench with nothing to cover up my freshly shaved public area, my body betrayed me and I quickly got hard. It took everything I had to keep from stroking my cock.
Then I heard the door open as someone walked in. I left my eyes closed but heard him sit next to me. My willpower was tested as I resisted the urge to lift my leg or cover up in any way. I just sat back with my hard cock on display below my now shaved pubes. I hoped that whoever was sitting next to me wasn’t one of my co-workers who also belonged to the same health club. I could hear the man breathing and moving slightly during the five or so minutes he stayed in the sauna, then I heard motion, followed by the opening and closing of the door. Finally, I opened my eyes. He was gone. But the excitement of knowing that the unknown person had seen me displaying myself kept my cock rock hard and throbbing.
A few minutes later I heard a second man walk in. Again, I left my eyes closed, but my ears fully tuned in, trying to determine where he was going to sit down. I didn’t hear any more movement. Finally, I had to open my eyes to see what was going on. When I opened them, I saw a beefy middle aged man who I recognized as a regular at the club standing two feet in front of me, just staring at my cock. It startled me, so I instinctively bent my knees and closed my legs. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze moved from my cock to my eyes. After locking eyes for a few moments, his gaze moved back to where my cock was now covered by my knees. Getting the hint, I forced myself to put my modesty aside, lower my legs and spread them so I was fully on display once again. Then, trying to fulfill my new role as a sub faggot, I reached down and slowly started stroking my cock for him, hoping that he would uncover his cock for me.
But before anything could progress further, the door opened again. As the new person walked in, my admirer quickly turned and walked out. The new guy, a good looking fit guy who appeared to be in his thirties looked over and saw my exposed hard cock.
“What the fuck, you faggot! Cover yourself up when you’re in here.”
Then he turned and left in a huff.
Figuring I had pushed things far enough for the morning, I quickly followed him out, showered and left for work.
With the anticipation of my meeting with my Dom at noon, I had a very unproductive morning at work.
At 11:45 I left my office for the short walk to Walter’s condo. Upon arriving, I was disappointed to find that I had to go through a door man to get up to his condo.
“Hi, um, I’m here to see Walter in unit 1001,” I said to the man behind the desk. He was a black man who appeared to be in his late 40’s. He was about 6′ 2″ and looked like a former athlete who was muscular but had put on a few pounds.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Andy.”
“Hmmm. I have a ‘sub Andy’ on the guest list. Is that you?” he asked, looking up from his computer with a straight face. He had emphasized the “sub” part of the name.
My face immediately flushed and I looked to the floor.
“Yes, Sir,” I responded, instantly wondering why I called him “Sir.”
When I looked back up I saw that he had a mischievous grin on his face. He pointed to his left.
“The elevator is over there. Tenth floor. Enjoy your visit, sub Andy.”
I walked to the elevator with downcast eyes and and when it arrived pushed the button for the tenth floor. When the elevator door opened, I surveyed the numbers by the doors and started walking down the hall to my right. Unit 1001 was the last door at the end of the hallway. I was about to knock when I noticed a note on the door.
“Faggot, strip completely and put your clothes in the bag I left for you. Then get on your knees, and don’t knock on the door until you’re hard.”
“Oh, shit,” I thought to myself. I looked down the hall and didn’t see anybody or hear the sounds of anybody approaching. Finding the bag lying at my feet, I quickly stripped and got on my knees. Thankfully, my cock immediately responded to my situation, so I was able to knock on the door right away.
“Knock! Knock! Knock!” I rapped on the door.
There was no response. No opening of the door. No sound of footsteps. Just no response.
“Knock! Knock! Knock!” I rapped on the door louder this time. I quickly peered down the hallway to make sure nobody else heard it. But still no response from the other side of the door.
One more try.
“Knock! Knock! Knock!” even louder this time. Finally, I heard movement from the other side of the door.
“Who’s there?”
“Are you kidding me?” I thought to myself.
“Your faggot, Sir” I responded in a hushed tone.
“Who?”
“Andy, your sub faggot, Sir,” the frustration and fear causing me to respond much too loudly.
The door opened and Walter stood in front of me with a smirk on his face. He slowly looked me up and down.
“I like the new shaved look, faggot. Come in. Leave the bag by the door.”
I followed him into the condo, making sure to close the door behind me. The condo was large and bright, with floor to ceiling windows in the living room that overlooked Madison’s State Capitol.
“What does one do in this situation”, I thought to myself. “Do I compliment him?”
“Beautiful condo, Sir,” I said quietly.
“Thank you,” he replied. “Why don’t you walk over to the windows and check out the view.”
I hesitated. The windows were huge, and even though we were on the tenth floor, if anybody walking around Capitol Square looked up they would surely be able to see me.
“Go,” he encouraged me.
I walked over to the windows and took in the scenery. With it being lunch time on a nice sunny spring day, the sidewalks were crowded, as was the lawn of the Capitol. I didn’t see anybody pointing, but I knew I was on full display for anybody who looked up.
“That’s enough. Come over here and join me, faggot.”
He was now sitting on the living room couch. As I approached he pointed to a spot in front of him.