The more the old man spanked me the more I began to visualize my wife being subjected to the treatment I was receiving.
I have two lives.

Ninety five per cent of the time I am a successful business man and devoted husband

But the other side of me is twisted and dark.

I am queer.Not gay,but queer.There is a difference.A gay guy wants a life partner to shop with,dine with,live with and love.A nice boy he can grow old with.

But a queer wants something entirely apart from that sort of thing.At least,this queer does.

This queer yearns to be used,abused and humiliated by a dominant man who takes great pleasure in having a groveling slave who will give him total obedience.Sick,huh

Well maybe so,but there it is.We can't change what compels us to be what we are.Of course I would prefer to be upstanding,moral,strong and above reproach.

But it ain't gonna happen in this lifetime.Sometimes I hate myself for being this way,but,fuck it,even that feels good.

My name is Keith. My wife,Susan and I have been married for eighteen years.And in all that time she has no inkling of the hopelessly kinky man she calls husband. I am very careful and discreet to keep it that way. I am 36 years old,medium height and weight...a pretty average looking guy. The first time I had an encounter with a Dom I was twenty three and it changed my life.

Now whenever I go out of town on business (or even pretend it's for business) I seek a one night stand with a dominant,aggressive male. It really doesn't matter how old he is or what he looks like.If his attitude is right, I'm a sucker for him.Pun intended.

The last meeting I had was a doozy. I'll never forget it. It makes me cringe when I think of what I did...but it was also the hottest time I ever had. I loved it and I hated it.That's the way this stuff goes.

I set up a meeting with a man whose ad read: Very dominant older male seeks an oral servant to cater to my every whim.Must be ultra submissive and prepared to obey my every command,no matter how humiliating.Not into scat or ass fucking,just desire to be completely in charge of a sniveling wimp whose mouth,lips and tongue will be totally at my disposal however I choose to use them. If you are willing to grovel at my feet and do everything I tell you to,respond to this ad and I may choose you.Be aware that sissy cocksuckers like you are a dime a dozen while truly dominant men like me are in short supply.So if you don't hear from me,just keep going.

There was an address,so with trembling hands I quickly wrote a response,stating that I was anxious to meet and serve him. I included my private cell phone number and entreated him to call.

Twelve days later,after I had given up on it,he called.He sounded gruff and businesslike,telling me his address and when to be there. I was to send a photo of myself and if he approved he would call me back. If I didn't hear from him in three days, I was to forget it.For the next three days I anxiously waited for his call,but it didn't come.Disappointed but somehow relieved,I gave up hope.

Two days later he called.

" I decided to torture you a little and make you wait.However,I have decided to give you the opportunity to serve me.Be here tomorrow night at ten p.m."

Then he hung up. frantically I planned an emergency "business trip" and headed to his nearby town. I arrived at his house at exactly ten o'clock,just to show how punctual I was.The house was small and worn,not in a very good neighborhood.The lawn was overgrown and littered.There was an old rusty sedan in the yard.There was no driveway and it sat on a dusty patch of beaten down grass. My heart pounding,I walked up the three wooden steps that led to a small rickety porch.Tentatively I tapped on the door. I heard movement inside and a moment later the door was opened and there he stood.He was about five feet nine in his bare feet .He appeared to be in his late fifties.His hair was stringy,thin and unkempt.He had a bulbous nose,thin lips,and mean eyes.He had a grubby looking mustache and hadn't shaved for about three days.He was about fifty pounds overweight,his hairy belly pooching out under his open bathrobe.He wore a pair of boxer shorts which had seen better days.All in all,a completely un attractive slob of a man.

I was thrilled!

He told me his name was Mister Simmons,but I was to address him as sir each time I responded to him.Immediately I said "Yes sir." He led me into his living room which matched the exterior of the house. It was untidy and dirty.He sat in an overstuffed chair and told me to stand in front of him and face him.Then he said. "Take off all your clothes and throw them on the floor.A good slave should always be nude."

I obeyed and stood naked in front of him.My penis was limp and shriveled even though I was excited by my predicament.He looked me over and casually picked up an old 35mm camera. I started to protest but thought better of it and allowed him to photograph me naked,obeying his commands to pose this way and that.He made me stand and wait while he picked up my clothes,and took them and the camera to another room.When he came back he resumed his seat in the old chair.His boxers had begun to bulge.

" I put your clothes and the camera where you can't find them. If you please me I'll let you get dressed and leave when I'm ready. I took the liberty of getting your home address from your driver's license.I'm going to have the film developed,so I will be the owner of those nude photos of you.You understand I 'm doing this so that you now have no choice but to completely obey me."

"Yes sir. I understand."

"Good.Kneel." He pointed at the floor in front of him.Then he spit on the floor at his feet.The glob landed right in front of me,splattering onto the worn and dirty carpet.He grinned as I looked down at the gross sight.

"Think carefully before you answer my next question...and keep in mind you better please me."

"Yes sir."

"What do you want to do"

I knew the response he wanted so I forced myself to answer.

" I want to lick up your spit from the floor sir"

"Then you need my permission"

"Sir,may I have your permission to lick your spit off the floor"

"Permission granted."

Almost gagging I lowered my face to the nasty floor and licked up the gross old man's spit.God,how humiliating. I felt my cock start to get hard.Jesus,what a pervert I am.

I heard the disgusting old man cackle as my tongue licked up the mess.

"Yeah, I think you just might be stupid enough to do any fucking thing I say.Bar none. Is that right...are you that stupid"

I heard myself say timidly "Yes sir."

Mr.Simmons the stuck his foot right in my face.

"Now what do you want to do,slave"

"Whatever you say,sir" I replied,his bare foot almost touching me.

"Not good enough.What ...do....you...want...to...do And the answer better be right."

" I want to..lick your ..feet,sir."

"And how long do you want to lick my feet,slave"

"Until you tell me to stop,sir."

"Then tell me. I want to hear you beg."

"Please sir, I want to lick your feet until you tell me to stop.Please sir.Please let me lick your feet."

"Well,if you really want to.Alright.But don't miss a spot.And lick them like you love them...which I know you do".

I began the humiliating task ,running my tongue all over his crusty old feet,not missing a spot.

(TBC)...