Apprentice Foster - Chapter 1
Gay BDSM - Apprentice Foster - Chapter 1, added Thu, 03 Nov 2022 11:20:27 +0200
Before I was officially admitted to the Order, I knew a lot about it. Disciplinary Action sounds like punishment to most people. It is a reminder that everything we do and experience is for a higher purpose. It is physically to be there for my Apprentices and to learn from our Masters and Grandmasters how to serve them.
Discipline has been defined historically as the ability to learn under a tutelage or authority. It can also refer to being able to control your own behavior. It is a mixture of all these. It is not a reprimand. Here, it is more like a warning. Even if it were a punishment, reprimand or warning, I would lie if I said that I hadn't been looking forward since learning what Apprenticeship meant.
Some may find it difficult to imagine giving up their body in order to serve the Order and its divine purpose. It is an honor for both us apprentices and the Masters who once walked in our shoes, however.
Master Kamp will administer my Disciplinary Action. Master Kamp will administer my Disciplinary Action. I've seen him many times and had the pleasure of listening to him speak. But the thought of sitting down with him in the ceremonial dark room makes me ecstatic. While he may not be able to express it, I hope he will feel proud of me by the end. I am sure he will be happy that I came into the Order with as much knowledge and experience as possible before experiencing it from the inside.
As I enter the room, I am seated next to Master Kamp in the red chair. He is confident, assertive, and stately. He is exactly what you would expect of a man his age. He asks me what I expect and I tell him respectfully. I do my best to conceal my excitement. He asks me to lie on his lap and I oblige. I hope that I am not too excited.
He then adjusts me on his lap, grabbing my thighs and beginning the Disciplinary Action. He rubs one of my cheeks before bringing it down and giving it a rub. He continues the same action with my other cheek. My grunts become moans and I can feel him start to slap more. Although my moans become actual grunts within them, they still sound like moans. This is what's causing it? While I know that Disciplinary Action will be a great tool for me in the future, there are new feelings along with my excitement about being a part this.
The next shock was even worse. Master Kamp demanded that I take off my pants when I stood up. Master Kamp asked me to wait briefly just to make sure I understood. This was something I had never heard of as a part the rituals. Part of me feels guilty for making him repeat himself. But I hope that my quick compliance makes up for it. I also hope that he can sense my eagerness to please. I feel new emotions and a desire to be a fulfilled Apprentice. He asks me for my belt.
He asks me to put my special undergarments on again and lay down on his lap. He continues the ritual by slapping each cheek with my thin belt, which only protects my skin. After several more smacks with his belt, he switches over to using a paddle. Even though my grunts are louder, there is still a moan. I attempt to suppress them so he doesn't hear the moan, but I try to understand their meaning at the moment.
He tugs my undergarment slightly. Although I should be afraid, I'm not. I let go of fear and let it happen. It is something I can feel within myself that I want to see happen. He holds the paddle to my naked butt; I've lost myself in it all, and surrendered. Any sounds I make, I know they are right and in the service of my Master and the Order. After he is done, he asks me to take off my shirt and let me stand. He asks me to lie down on his lap again.
I'm beginning to see the greater purpose of this. As I am more vulnerable, the Disciplinary Action becomes more important. My various state of dress and undress affect my vulnerability. Master Kamp continues to smack my bountiful, bare cheeks again with the paddle. He asks me whether I like it and if it is something I would like. I respond in the affirmative because I understand my purpose.
Then he does something quite unexpected. I didn't know it was part of the ritual. He grabs my balls and pulls at them, reaching under my undergarment. He continues to use both his paddle and his naked hands to rub my now red cheeks. I know my grunts and moans are of pleasure, but I find joy in serving the Order. Master Kamp continues to perform the ritual, alternately smacking me butt and grasping my balls. Between the smacks of ritual, I feel like he has put oil on his hands. He then begins to stroke my penis. It was a surprise, but I also felt great pride and pleasure that I was doing this for the Order. This was something I believed was sinful, but I now realize it was because I was doing it on my own and not within the guidelines of the Order.
It is very difficult for me to think of serving Master Kamp or the Order, making my penis engorge completely. He milks me both methodically and with great patience, telling me he wants me reach my peak. These new sensations, these revelations and the simple act of serving create a new sense of excitement, joy, and satisfaction. My hard penis starts to squirt and my moans are louder than ever before.
Master Kamp tells me to get up and stand. He grabs some milk from me and places it on his hands. He touches my bottom lip with his jism-covered hands and then inserts the fingers into my mouth to taste it. This tells me that I received the Disciplinary action as I was supposed. He is proud of my accomplishments. Although I'm exhausted, I look forward to the next one.
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