Hello.

Don’t get confused. You haven’t met me yet, and you are joining this . . . story . . . already in progress. Everyone has an origin story, but this is not mine.  Not yet. 
 

I’m in my 50s. I am married. I have a respectable, rather sensitive job. A lot of people rely on me.  I’m told that I’m a “sexy mutherfuckah.”  Judge for yourself. I’ve added a photo to this post.  I’m a  runner, keep my head shaved and have a 8” dick. Not that it gets used much. 

Boss is the name I gave to my fuck buddy who has been training me for years.  What kind of training?  Training that I have asked for and that I resist. It’s submission. It’s control. It’s giving in to the deep dark desires that I’ve been fighting against my whole life.  He’s turning me bit by bit into a chem-pig slave whore. 

I am a very smart guy. That’s a blessing and my Achilles heel. My imagination is very powerful. As a consequence, when in the right mindset, my brain absorbs all suggestions.  I’m “highly hypnotizable.”  My Boss has convinced me of things that I didn’t think were true at first, and maybe never were.  For instance, One late night he was trying to whore me out at a cruising area and I was spun up on T and something else, don’t know what.  I also had not slept in two days.  I started hallucinating crowds of people, the  area seemed to be full of circus performers. Some were practicing for the show, some were cruising me, a few were menacing. When any of them were approached they vanished like vapors. I realized that they also made no sound.  It could have been horrifying, but I found it fascinating.  

I told the Boss what was going on and he took it in stride. Maybe he expected it based on the chemicals he had overtly and covertly given me. We walked around some more in the dark. I think my clothes were back in his car, but I’m not sure. We passed a guy who seemed as weird as my “circus friends” but seemed real. I watched him as we passed. He watched me as we passed. The boss ignored him and claimed there was no one there.  

We made a full circuit of the place and eventually I was face down and ass up on a picnic table. The boss was working my ass.  Back then he cocked my cunt and often put fingers in me. I could only take one or two back then. Then and now, he is constantly feeding my hole with T and other substances.  I didn’t know it back then but he was also constantly dribbling chempiss into my gut. The fucking went on for a while. I was in heaven. Spun way up with heat radiating from my cunt muscles and begging for him to fuck me deeper.  

Eventually I felt my cock being played with and then sucked!  This startled me and I told the Boss to let me up but he must not have heard. He kept railing my cunt. I looked through the boards of the picnic table and saw the weird guy from before. He sucked my cock while the boss fucked me.  I was in a drug fueled stimulation-overdrive mindfuck/fuckfuck. I started to freak out because I didn’t know who this guy was or if he was even real.  The Boss said no one was there and railed my ass until he filled me up with chempiss and cum, until he was done with my ass. The phantom sucked my cock nail it was past pleasure and into pain. I couldn’t stop any of it and the intersections of those experiences tripped a fuse in me. It fueled my dark lusts in a powerful way.

My cock was raw and red and I had not cum (Mistress T is a demanding bitch) as the Boss untied me from the table. Wait, when did he tie me?  The sun was coming up as he led me back to his car, his fluids running down my leg. The guy under the table was nowhere to be seen.  He thought it was hilarious that I seemed convinced he had set the whole thing up. This happened a while ago and to this day he maintains that we were alone up there that night. I held both truths together for a long time but, to be honest I’m no longer sure. 

That was one very memorable lesson in my training.  
 

My intent is tell my tale here (remember, none of this is real).  This isn’t a bodice ripper. Leave feedback or training suggestions. Eventually the Boss will read this too, I’m certain.