The Labyrinth

- Part 2 -

After hearing the door open, soft footsteps approached Xander's kneeling form. He barely had time to register the brief flair of panic before a firm hand gently stroked his hair.

"Good evening, Alexander," a soft, cultured voice - oddly reminiscent of Giles' - spoke quietly by his right ear. "You are prompt. I approve."

Some small knot of tension loosened in the brunet's chest over that minor praise. He didn't know fully what he'd expected from this first visit, but soft words and gentle touches weren't high on the list.

"Tonight, it would be best if we covered some of the 'fine print', as it were." Xander felt movement in front of him, as if the Master had sat upon the hearth. "You are a novice, and as such we must make sure how far you wish to go. How dedicated you need to be."

An extended pause led Xander to believe his reply was expected, but he hesitated in speaking.

"Oh you learn quickly. Very nice, indeed." Again, the tousled hair was petted. "When I ask you a direct question, you must give your most honest answer. Remember to use the proper form of address in your response." Long fingers traced his jawline, coming to rest on his lower lip. "Now, what do you most expect to achieve from this experience?"

Not daring to clear his throat, Xander's voice cracked on the first words. "Pl-please M-master, I need... to be free from..." His voice trailed off, uncertain of how to phrase his desires.

"Tell me, little one, what do you most need?" The smooth baritone a caress against his tangled nerves, Xander felt he would weep from the tenderness being shown him by this stranger.

"I need... the freedom of giving up all responsibilities. No one waiting for me to make it all better, or take care of them, or fix everything. No more crying on my shoulder, expecting me to make them laugh or listen to their problems." Once he found a starting point, words spilled from Xander's mouth, finally unburdening his aching heart. "I'm not sure if this is something I should do 24/7, or just on weekends, or even if it'll last more than a month. I think so, it just feels right. But all I've read... there's so many things to-"

"Worry about? That, my boy, is why we are negotiating now." A low chuckle, not unkind. "You show much promise as a quality submissive - with little instruction, you have prepared yourself in pleasing attire, assumed and maintained a position which could not be comfortable for this long, and have attempted to answer fully and with total honesty a very difficult question. Don't fret so much, little one. There will be no punishment over your words or actions this night."

Startled by that comment, Xander's head lifted toward the voice he was rapidly coming to adore. "M-master?"

"Yes, little one?"

"Could I... take off the blindfold?" Quickly ducking his head after asking the question, Xander resumed his previous position.

"Not tonight, Alexander. We have much to discuss, and you will find more freedom in not having to face your inquisitor."

That made... entirely too much sense. And somehow, it relaxed yet another bundle of nerves from his subconscious. "Thank you, Master."

In return, he received another low chuckle. "You've done some reading, it seems."

Xander's blush brightened the darkness behind his mask. "As much as I could, yes. This whole thing is new and sorta scary and I didn't want to go into it blind."

"So you shouldn't. Alright then, let us begin with the basics, shall we? In order for me to give you what you need, I shall have to understand what sort of background you have in submission. Tell me about yourself, your past relationships, your personal history."

Taking a deep breath, Xander wondered how truthful he should be. As a friend of a friend of Giles, this man might well know about demons and such... but was it wise to let it all out? He took too long to reply, and his tumbled thoughts were disrupted further.

"Start with your previous relationships, little one."

A direct request made it much easier. "Ok, sorry... Um... There haven't been many. My first girlfriend was really overbearing, and always ashamed of being seen with me. There were a few... one night stands, I guess, that all ended up with me still breathing, but hurt and confused afterwards. The last, and longest, relationship I had ended a few years ago, and we were just starting to become friends again when she... died." His voice trailing off, Xander was unaware of the tear that crept from beneath the silk blindfold.

His audience of one was more observant, however. Reaching out with gentle fingers, the Master wiped his cheek. "I regret your loss, but you are stronger for surviving, living past the pain." He kept his hand curled around the line of Xander's jaw, cupping it softly. "You've had no others since?" The young man could only shake his head, torn up over reliving the barely-buried ache. "Have you ever been with a man, Alexander?"

And there was the most pertinent question. Stammering slightly, Xander shook his head once more. "Never. But this, whatever it is, wherever it's going... I need it to be a man leading me. Every girl I've ever cared about has been domineering or bossy, and still I was always the one they would lean on." He sniffled, grimacing at the sound. "Is it selfish of me to want to be the weak one?" Almost immediately, he cringed at his own words. "Sorry, that's not-"

"There is nothing wrong with your desires, my boy. It sounds as if you've had a difficult past. Now that you've made the decision to place yourself in someone else's hands, you shall have the freedom of being as weak - or as strong - as necessary." Smoothing the frown lines from Xander's brow, his hand maintained its reassuring contact. "Your honesty is crucial to the success of this undertaking, Alexander."

"Thanks... but could you call me Xander please? Only my parents and teachers called me that."

"Of course, whatever makes you most comfortable. For now."

At last, Xander found something to return his sense of humor. Giggling lightly, he grinned into the strong fingers framing his face. "Ok, your other questions... Personal history? More of the same. I was surrounded by strong, powerful women most of my life. My best friends, past girlfriends, unavoidable acquaintances. Only one man was constantly around, and he's more of a father figure. We don't talk about my birth parents - they weren't much for parental responsibilities."

"I see. Very well, that's enough of a general overview for now. Next item - what is it you most fear to come of this experience?"

A shiver travelled from his hairline down to the soles of his feet, causing Xander to almost jerk off his pillow. "Uh, that's... way too easy a question."

Hands that had framed his cheek so tenderly moments before, grasped his chin in an nearly painful hold. "You will answer me, boy."

Something about the tone of voice caused alarm bells to go off in Xander's head. He couldn't place where he'd heard it before, but the concern derailed his reluctance enough to force brutal honesty once again. "I fall in love, hard and fast and completely. If you keep being so... I dunno... caring and all, I'm liable to fall for you. And that's something I'm not sure I can take. After all, this is what you do for a living, right? So what happens when my 'training' is done and you send me on my way?"

The silence that followed his outburst almost caused Xander to flee the room.

Finally, the smokey voice returned, softer than ever. "This isn't a 'living' for me, little one. I make no money, earn nothing beyond the pleasure of insuring my pet's wellbeing and satisfaction. For now, the question should perhaps be, do you want to take that chance? Or should I restructure my attitude toward you, for the sake of your heart?"

Being offered the choice almost broke the young man. He had never been given such an opportunity, and found himself close to tears yet again. "Can... can you keep it less... personal for starters? Just till I figure out if this is something I can keep doing?"

"Oh Xander, you truly do not know how these things work, do you?" Wry amusement, again reminding him of his Watcher friend, laced the sultry tones. "I will endeavor to maintain a professional attitude, for now. Understand that it cannot remain as such. The further we go into your training, the more... intimate... we will become. On many levels. Such is the way of the lifestyle."

"Lifestyle, or playing? Which is better to start with?"

Chuckling, "You have probably read more on the subject than I, young one. Such keywords are useful for so many upwardly mobile fetishists, but have little place between two people who truly wish to live the complete exchange of power."

"Power? But that's... I mean... Isn't that the point? Giving up power to you?" Thoroughly baffled, Xander's head swam in an attempt at making sense of the contradiction.

"Oh darling boy, you have no idea how much power a submissive has. It is he, or she, who sets all the boundaries. Of whose limits we reach, stretch, push to the fullest. The Master's task is in giving pleasure, pain, punishment, or whatever other feeling his submissive needs. In all things mundane, you will serve me. In the greater scheme, it is I who serve you."

A whisper of lips brushing against his own dry mouth caught Xander's attention, drawing a gasp of surprise and a moan of electrified pleasure from the young man. "Yeah, I want that." He barely felt the words slipping past his tingling lips.

"Then that is what you shall have, dear boy."

~ * ~

Minutes passed before Xander realized that he was once again alone in the room. He shifted his weight on the pillow, trying to find relief for his aching knees, stretch muscles that had atrophied. He didn't know when or why the Master had left, and he wasn't willing to risk the man's good temper by pulling off his blindfold. So instead, he got as comfortable as possible and replayed the interview.

If he understood the main points, Xander wouldn't be giving up his rights as a human, his overall personality. Rather, he would be offering himself as ... what? Sex toy? Servant? Neither seemed to fit the scenario. Ok, simplify the answer: he would be yielding his freedom of choice, voluntarily, in exchange for obedience and consent in whatever his Master did to him.

And through it all, very little mention of pain was made. That was... a surprisingly comforting thought. He'd read of many types of Master/slave relationships that focused on pain and punishment, humiliation of the submissive. Sure, he could handle pain - all his years as a Scoobie had trained him well in that area -but he'd never associated it with sex before. Alright, except for spanking maybe. Or having his nipples chewed. Or...

Groaning low in his throat, Xander forced his attention away from that line of thought. No sense getting aroused all over again, since tonight would be all talk, right?

The air changed, a current out of place, something, whatever, that alerted him to the Master's presence. His muscles unconsciously tensed in preparation for... who knew what.

"I leave the room for ten minutes, and you're wound tighter than a slinky again." Exasperation underlined with amusement, the silky voice stroked his nerve endings. And set off warning bells. What was it about that voice that was so damned familiar? "You need to relax, little one. I can tell that you deeply wish to try your hand at this, but you will never learn to appreciate the joy of utter abandon until you can loosen up. Let go of those tired, middle class morals."

He almost snorted at that. Wasn't he shrugging off twenty-eight years worth of morals already? Just by allowing himself to enjoy that single, chaste kiss? Ok, maybe he could let the snort out a tiny bit.

"That's better, lad. There is always room for laughter." Humor underlining his tone, the Master returned to his position in front of Xander. "I believe it is time to move on, don't you? We'll start slow, let you get a feel for taking orders, how to express your desires without demanding. All I need now is to know your time restraints."

The man expected honesty, but Xander was torn. In the end, he gave it. "I have a very flexible job, where I usually work from home. There's nobody to expect me back at any time, although I did leave your address and phone number with a friend of mine for emergencies."

"As you should. Eventually, we will be able to trust one another completely. For now, you are offering me the courtesy of honest answers. It will suffice."

Xander gathered a bit of courage before suggesting, "This is Friday night, so maybe we could work on the whole getting to know you thing this weekend. And figure out where to go from there on Sunday?" It was more than he'd anticipated, when he first started looking into domination and submission games. But this seemed less like a game, and more like a way of life. One that was quickly becoming the most attractive offer he'd ever had.

He felt the Master nod at his shoulder. "That will suit us both then. If you are ready to begin?"

"Uh... yeah... how?"

"You are to answer only when asked a direct question, boy. And remember my title, or you will suffer the consequences." That tone crept back into the baritone voice, flicking at the switch of Xander's memory. "Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry. Yes Master." He shivered from toes to eyelashes, his body responding to the concept faster than his mind could catch up and accept his new status.

He must have made a rather pronounced display of his arousal, for the Master chuckled darkly at him. "Very good, little one. I was almost afraid that you would shy away from the sexual aspects of this arrangement. But that isn't the case, now is it? You have been erect since before arriving, and you relish the use of my title."

All he could do was blush in agreement. He had not been asked a direct question, and somehow he figured that replying to rhetorical statements would be bad. For now. He made a mental note to test that theory when he'd better learned the rules.

"Now then, what shall we do with you... Such a lovely specimen, all tanned and sculptured muscles. Did you shave for me, sweet boy?" His voice changed to honey-laced brandy. Whereas before it had been soothing and comforting, now the Master's words and tone simply oozed sensuality.

"Yes Master."

"Everywhere?"

Gulp. "Yes Master."

A throaty purr near his left ear startled Xander, causing him to twitch. In several places. Toward the other man.

"Mmm, very nice. And you're much more excited than you want to let on, aren't you. But is it the situation, the total loss of control, or is it... me?"

Every nerve in Xander's body felt polarized by his Master's words, the man's body calling to him like a siren song. He swayed closer, instinctively trying to re-establish physical contact with the one who was playing him like a fine-tuned instrument. "It's... all of the above, Master."

"Lovely, pet. A worthy answer, deserving a treat. Do you like treats, little one?"

Oh yes, Xander loved treats. He could think of dozens he'd like to indulge in just then. "Very much, Master."

"The question being - do you think you deserve one?"

That was a trick question, he was sure. What was the correct response? Ah yeah... "If it pleases you, Master."

The purr grew louder, closer to his neck. Instead of a reply, he felt blunt teeth and a wet tongue nibbling their way across his neck, up to his ear. Shuddering in pleasure, Xander leaned into the touch, silently begging for more. His brain turned off, missing the connection he'd sought earlier. Where had he heard that voice before? Coupled with the grumbling purr, he would eventually put two and two together. For now, all his lust-fogged mind could comprehend was the intensity of sensations he was being offered. A thrill he was unwilling to turn down.

Muttering thickly against his throat, the Master continued to deftly query his new slave. "Just how far are you willing to be taken, Xander. I wonder... would you let me bind you up tight in leather and silk?" The young man moaned at the idea. "Oh yes, you'd enjoy that." His tongue outlined Xander's left clavicle, lifting only to continue his questioning. "Would you like to be thrown over my lap, with your pants around your ankles, and spanked til that lovely arse is a bright pink?" A louder moan and full-body shiver. "Mmm, I bet you'll look luscious like that. We'll have to try it soon."

Xander's mind felt completely disconnected from his body by that point. Each suggestion of what acts would be performed on him brought his arousal to a higher pitch than he'd ever achieved before. Even during Anya's experiment phases he had rarely encountered such exhilaration.

"Do you need to be punished, little one?" Through the blood pounding in his ears, Xander heard the underlying seriousness of the question, quickly shaking his head. "No more than I deem necessary then, very good. It would be such a shame to damage all this lovely skin with further scars."

His nerves totally focused on the mouth offering such delights to his neck area, Xander almost missed the finger and thumb that came up to twist his nipple. "But you'd love to be tortured with pleasure, yes?" The volume of his groan surprised the young man, but simply brought a delighted laugh from his Master. "Tied down, spread eagle over my big soft bed, all naked and straining against your bindings. I wonder which would drive you mad faster... using a feather to outline every inch of your skin, or my tongue."

If he had sufficient muscle control left, Xander might very well have tried to throw himself into the man's arms. As it was, he could not contain the tremors of desire that coursed through his body. "Wha-whichever pleases you, Master. Please..."

"So eager and willing. The taste of innocent abandon is like ambrosia, did you know? Of course not, as an innocent yourself, you would never have noticed such things." The devilish tongue traced a line from his ear, all the way down his throat, landing near the sensitized nipple. "As we go on, your limits will expand, beyond your wildest dreams. What today would seem like a perversion, may yet be your fondest turn-on." Fingers flattened across his torso, over his fast-beating heart. "Have you pictured yourself bent over a chair, tied tightly to its legs, open and slicked and begging to be filled?"

"Gods yesssss, please Master!" Every iota of need spilled out in that one plea.

"With what would you like to be filled, young one? A thick length of silicon perhaps? Or maybe my cock, pulsing inside your tight virgin arse... Or have you read about other acts, such as using a full hand deep within, flexing and turning to stimulate your prostate with every twitch of my fingers?" The Master's voice went from sultry to husky, as his excitement showed at the prospect of debauching his untried charge.

He didn't have long to wait for a reaction, as Xander's entire body arched into his touch. "I-I wanna try that, Master. Anything, everything, please... now?"

His second hand gripped a trembling arm, holding the young man in place. "Oh we'll try many things, little one. For tonight, however, it would be best to stick with simpler endeavors." Carefully manipulating his slave's body, he laid Xander lengthwise in front of the fireplace. "Comfy, pet?"

"Al-almost, Master."

"Hmm, what would make you more comfortable, dearheart?" Fingers returned to their task of tracing lines of torment across tanned muscles.

"My p-pants, Master. May I... take... loosen them?" Whether the flush was from arousal or embarassment, Xander couldn't tell. He simply knew that he'd never craved another's touch so very deeply as this man's.

With delicate sweeps moving lower, down abdominal muscles and across to the top of leg, the Master's hands settled at his charge's hips. "Let's untie these laces then, shall we? See what sort of treat I've acquired..." Slowly pulling the leather strips from their moorings, he began to unwrap his present. Then stopped, moved back over the equally bound chest, and released the harness from Xander's torso first. "You've got lovely red marks over your chest, dearling. All for me, eh?" His tongue traced each stripe, while his hands went back to work lower.

Xander very much thought that his dick might explode before the other man finally got to his destination. With all his energy consumed in the task of simply *feeling*, he could only moan further pleas to hurry.

"Impatient child. Put your hands behind your head and leave them there. I'll not have you interrupting my... dinner." And so saying, a full mouth covered Xander's panting lips, devouring his cries and words begging urgency.

Minutes later, the brunet lay full length on the floor, naked of clothes and inhibitions. His lips were bruised, swollen and thoroughly kissed. Both nipples in hard peaks, his stomach quivering in anticipation. Still bound by the cockring, his erection dripped steadily against his low abdomen. Even had it occurred to him to do so, Xander could not have formulated enough thought to beg for his own much-needed release.

Soft satin and softer skin rested along the entire length of his body, indicating that the Master had finally joined him. The exotic sensation of fire-warmed satin against his side made the young man gasp, shuddering closer to the other.

"Xander," the voice purred into his ear, "lift your knees." Instantly, he raised both legs til his feet were planted on the floor, leaving his knees in the air, spread a foot apart. "You may relax your leg against me, but keep your feet where they are until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand, little one?"

Hastily, he obeyed, nodding his head in jerky movements. "Yesss Master. Will you..."

"Hmm? For all my talents, I am not a mindreader, child. What do you want me to do?"

It may have been easier to formulate a response, had the man's fingers not been tracing Xander's inner thighs in circles that slowly brought them closer to the evidence of his need. "T-touch me, please Master."

"But I am." Laughter hid behind his words, he let his knuckles 'accidentally' brush against the tightly drawn sac nestled between Xander's spread legs.

Emitting a groan of frustration, the young man barely kept himself from pushing into his tormentor's grasp. "I ache, Master, please..."

He mentally acknowledged how very delightful his charge was, so far beyond simple need for climax that he could give himself over to his Master's whims. Such abandonment was the goal, of course, but it had taken much less time to achieve than one might expect.

Xander didn't know which feeling to focus on. This was so much different than he'd expected, and infinitely more appealing. He'd never been this hard in his life! Every nerve, every hair follicle, was focused on his Master's touch... and that voice, that now seemed more familiar than his own. He barely had time to register one of the torturous hands being lifted from his body before it returned, slick and headed on a direct path up his thigh. And yes, he knew roughly where it was going - he just couldn't bring himself to voice anything resembling an objection.

"Xander, have you ever been played with like this?" Fingers moist with oil traced tight circles across the curve of his buttocks. At the boy's embarassed nod, the Master went on, "Some brave soul dared venture into *my* territory?" A dangerous growl in his voice caused the young man to shiver harder, sending his desire higher with adrenaline-edged arousal. "Did you lie to me, boy? You said no man has ever touched you."

Finally, something that required a coherent answer. "N-no Master! My girlfriend... she l-liked to try new things." He broke off with a moan, when the rough grip on his thigh immediately turned back into a caress. "Had a whole box of toys and manuals. Most she used for herself, but... s-s-she made sure I wasn't left out."

Seemingly satisfied by the response, the Master's fingers resumed their snail's pace. Across one buttock, deftly sweeping into the hairless juncture of thigh and hip, feathering lightly across the aching sac. "Mmm, then this is not so new as you'd have me to believe."

Displeasure hinted within the tone, Xander felt a tremor of unease begin somewhere behind his balls - right where the man's fingers were currently exploring. "Not so much, Master. Honestly! She... tried a few t-times, but I... couldn't let go enough. It always hurt, alot, when she-"

"I see," the interruption spared both men - Xander from remembered pain, and the Master from jealous anger. "You will feel no pain this night, little one. Unlike your lady, I truly am a Master." Teeth nibbled along the young man's earlobe, his purr merging with words to produce a sensual feast for Xander's auditory receptors. "And tonight, you will learn precisely why a man would wish to be breeched. Allow himself to be penetrated."

In his distraction - such a wicked, talented mouth! - Xander almost missed the introduction of one slippery digit to his hidden opening. Merely the tip entered his body, squirming past the first tight ring of muscles to stroke and tease. He couldn't have prevented his long moan of disbelieving pleasure to save the world.

A dark chuckle followed his sounds of approval. "I suspect, young one, that you require very little of the standard submissive's training. More appropriate for you would be the broadening of horizons, forcing you to submit to your own needs, wants, desires."

Following the vocal patterns, Xander barely noticed the finger intrude fully within his ass... until it hit a bundle of exquisite fire inside him that caused his body to bow into a tight arch, pushing down onto the invasion and relishing the brightburnbliss of his first prostrate stimulation.

Had he not been blindfolded, he would have witnessed the stunned expression on his trainer's face. True to the command, Xander offered himself totally to the pleasure being heaped upon him. Honest and complete abandon had never been so alluring, called to him like the thrum of a steady heartbeat. Before he could give it a second thought, the Master lowered his mouth onto the straining erection, slipped a second finger past that tight guardian ring, and flicked open the leather that restrained his charge's reactions.

"Oh gods Master please gonna come lemme come if you don't stop fuck too good can't stop please Master!"

Lifting his head only long enough to issue the order "You have permission, dearling", he engulfed Xander's erection, swallowing quickly until he held every millimetre inside the grasping confines of his throat. His fingers took up a rapid staccato, drilling deep inside the young man's untried body, brushing against his prostrate until a fiery orgasm exploded through his body and flooded the Master's mouth. He sipped the bittersweet liquid like fine wine, savoring each drop before letting it trickle down his throat. Each pass of his tongue on Xander's oversensitized flesh rocked another tremor of pleasurepain along his nerves, extending his climax beyond anything he'd ever experienced.

The brunet's brain refused to come back online. He was stuck in a world of total rapture, reliving the most incredible episode of his life over and over, with instant replay and John Maddon commentary. All he could manage to do was pant weakly. He pushed one limp foot toward the Master's leg, brushing against a hard length, and immediately felt a wealth of guilt.

"M-master... how... do you... let me..." Frustrated by his inability to express his desire to reciprocate, Xander broke orders and brought a hand down to cup the other man's turgid erection. At that point, he didn't care if he was punished for disobedience - he only knew that he had to give his Master as much pleasure as his inexperienced hands would allow. But he received no remonitions, only a slight movement as the man's body realigned itself to give him more room to work.

Blind and uncertain, Xander's lethargic muscles protested as he crawled down the length of hard flesh beside him. He brought his lips into contact, guessing that he'd found a shoulder, and began a series of licks and gentle bites across a toned chest. He kept one hand wrapped tightly around the thick, leaking erection, using the other to brace himself for more ease of exploration. His tongue lathed a wide path across both nipples, before timidly trailing down the line of hair that grew more dense toward his destination.

Master's breath came harshly beneath him, pulling air past lips swollen from having delivered a mind-numbing blow job. Flashes of remembered pleasure urged him on when his courage waned, his mouth learning another man's body for the first time. Xander spared no thought to his rapidly fleeing heterosexuality, determined to taste the feast before him.

"Pet, you don't have to-" His husky voice cut off quickly when a questing tongue flicked across his weaping cock. "Hell with it, have your way with me."

The tiny portion of Xander's brain that could still process words registered the open-ended command. It gave him the necessary boost to take Master's erection between his lips, licking and suckling for every last dribble of precome. The flavor exploded on his tongue, all salt and copper and slightly sweet, and he wanted more.

Laying down between Master's legs, he propped himself on one elbow. This gave him back the use of his other hand, which he put to work rolling the man's balls gently between his fingers. He knew he wouldn't be as proficient in oral skills as his trainer, but he was a willing student when properly motivated. His tongue wet every available inch of cock, providing lubrication, so he switched positions between hand and mouth. He drew the tight ball sac into his mouth while stroking faster, nuzzling into the man's groin and breathing deeply of his musky scent.

From above, he registered muffled curses in a familiar accent. That niggling sensation of recognition almost broke through his foggy brain, but he refused to stop long enough to figure it out.

Master's hips began thrusting up into his hand, thigh muscles tensed and parting just so. He knew it wouldn't be long before the man climaxed, and he found himself wanting to swallow Master's fluid. After all, the man had just done the same for him, right? Xander didn't need a reason - he went with instinct, quickly placing his mouth over the head of Master's cock, pressing the tender skin behind his balls as he rearranged himself for ease of movement.

That, apparently, was all it took to drag every drop of pleasure from the man's body. With more enthusiasm than talent, Xander caught the semen that flowed into his mouth, swirling it around to savor the new taste. By accident, this action also caused him to flick his tongue beneath the foreskin - a toy he had never played with, but promised to be worth long periods of entertainment - forcing a shout of "Bloody hell, pet!" from Master before the man sagged into a satiated heap.

Carefully cleaning the few escaped dribbles of come from the semi-erect penis, Xander's mind finally put a few facts together. There was a reason his hellmouth radar kept going off, if he could believe his ears. The Master, the man who had led him to new heights of sensual bliss, was Xander's former nemesis/roommate - Spike?!

~ TBC ~

A/N: This has been an exercise in writing technique for me, and a strain on my poor thesaurus. Please forgive the awkward turns of phrase you might find.
From all the information I could gather - online, library, and speaking with people in the lifestyle - there are more methods of Dom/sub behavior than there are people practicing it. I've tried to incorporate the overall attitudes of Master and slave with (what I view as) canon-after-series characterization. And yeah, them's big words for a glorified PWP. Sue me :P
Anyways, feedback makes the world go round, and encourages authors to continue straining their neurons for your benefit. Point and click, and make the redhead happy. *snogs all*