Here was a man who was so sure of his manhood he wasn't afraid to do anything…
Anything…
And the more he did, the more I liked!
I wanted to fuck him all night… to keep him my prisoner forever…
And he was content to do that too.
To be mine…
To serve me.
The rest of that night was unforgettable, and by the time the dawn came, we were both exhausted.
I was sure that Dominique was too, as we'd made her hang there all night.
Well, that's the price you pay when you want to play in the major leagues.
If there's a down side to this story, it's this.
After I got home that night, I never heard from Clifford again.
I know it's hard to believe, but I never got another phone call from him.
I wondered…
Had I gone too far?
Was I too much over the brink for him to enjoy sex with me?
Maybe I shouldn't have fucked him in the ass.
That was the only thing I could think of…
Maybe it was the wrong thing to have done.
But it was so good…
I wouldn't have traded anything for that night!
But I was still depressed.
I mean, I'd fallen in love with Clifford and lived for the time I could see him again.
A month went by.
A whole month.
And finally, I had to see for myself.
I knew I was taking a chance, but I had no choice.
I had to…
So I rented a limo on my own and instructed him to take me to the house… over the bridge.
What a strange feeling it was to be traveling like that…
Finally, when we got to the familiar street, my heart began to pound.
I couldn't believe it!
The house was all boarded up.
There it was, in the harsh light of day.
Boarded and for sale.
How…
How could it have been?
Where was Clifford?
And Dominique?
And why hadn't they told me they were leaving!
I suppose I could have checked with the real estate people to find out who the owners were, but somehow I knew it wasn't going to do me any good.
They were too smart for any of that.
It might have been a rented house all along!
I had to face it.
It was over.
My training and sexual awakening had come to an end.
My future was clear to me now.
I'd have to go through the rest of my days finding men and women to train.
Where to find them…
I knew.
In the bars.
Just where I was found.
It was the kind of poetic justice that would serve me well.
I knew now I was on a mission, and that mission as to spread the sexual gospel.
There would be men and women I'd find… willing sexual partners I'd teach and train…
That was my goal now in life.
And I had many experience that were real hair-curlers.
Every week I found a new team, and took them to my apartment and made them do things…
Ohhh… the things I made them do…
And I knew that one day… sooner or later… when I least expected it, I might run into Clifford and Dominique…
And they'd be smiling and proud.
For they'd be looking at their best pupil… and knowing they'd taught me the best lesson of all…
To love pain…