“That thing you did Saturday where you made me tie you to the chair and everything?” Blaise said over lunch the next Monday. “That’s really stuck with me. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“I was wondering when you were going to bring that up,” I said. “I knew you had to have some opinion about it once you had time to think about it, good or bad.”

“I really, really liked it,” he said, his eyes wide. “That was amazing! I mean, I loved how you just told me what to do. But, the feeling of control that it gave me was - I’m speechless. There aren’t words to describe it.”

“I had an idea you wanted to do something like that,” I said. “You’ve made little comments here and there about the leather show and wanting to take it off-stage.

“And, I was really horny and also needed to be stretched for that night’s show. The planets aligned perfectly.”

Once he admitted he liked the feeling of dominating me, being in control, I reminded him - again - that I have tried to give him the opportunity before.

“Y’know, I’m practically your sex slave already,” I said. “I mean, how many times have I all but begged you to treat me like your slave? I’ve had to force you to tell me what you wanted me to do or to watch me do. I mean, that was the whole point of Saturdays originally.”

“I know,” Blaise said. “I guess, I’ve settled into the idea of having you in my life and accepted the fact that you want to be here and I’m not asking you to do something you don’t want to do or that really turns you off.”

“I’ve been begging to be your slave for more than a year now,” I said. “It should be pretty obvious I want to be here - and I want to please you. I want to do whatever it takes to make you happy.

“Do you know anybody who does domination and submission?” I asked. “I mean, I’d like to learn more about what other people do or how it’s supposed to work.”

“I’m not sure there are rules, necessarily.”

“Well, there’s got to be some kind of accepted practices or something,” I said. “I don’t know. Maybe there’s a book.”

We agreed to make an excursion to Gate City Saturday to check bookstores, both mainstream and otherwise, to look for information on the BD half of BDSM. Neither of us were too keen on sadomasochism.

While there were a couple BDSM books at the mall bookstores, they were mall bookstore books and hardly treasure troves of the kind of information we wanted or needed. The seedier adult stores were a little better. Their BDSM books were much more graphic but still weren’t really how-to’s.

I took a chance and asked the pretty, blue-haired lesbian working the register at the “nice” adult bookstore if she had any suggestions. She showed us the collars and cuffs and explained a little about the imagery of a proper submissive’s collar.

She also mentioned that some people used the Gor fantasy novels as a starting point for Dominant/slave relationships. That triggered a detailed memory for me. I’d read several of the Gor books as a teenager.

The Gor series had a lot to say about sexual slavery, almost exclusively of the female variety. But, I vaguely remembered lists of detailed rules for the behavior of slaves and their interaction with their masters. I told Blaise I would find those books and skim through them for any ideas. But the rules I remembered were pretty straightforward and might be fun for both of us.

Blaise splurged and bought a fairly expensive black leather collar for me. He said he wanted to do this right. He didn’t want us using some glorified dog collar. That was OK for my shows, but not for his house. I agreed. And, the lesbian clerk raised an eyebrow.

For some reason, I proceeded to explain our relationship and even my shows to her. We were the only people in the store and she seemed enthralled by the whole situation. Blaise told her a few of my props came from her store. She actually offered to post a flyer advertising my performances. I told her I’d think about it. Since they weren’t entirely legal, I wasn’t sure about making them public.

We spent almost an hour in her store and finally left with the collar and a set of matching cuffs. I spent a minute checking out a snap-on leather cock ring. She noticed my interest and told me to take it.

“Give it a try,” she said. “It’s supposed to do great things for you.

“Even I wouldn’t mind seeing you wear one.”

“Thank you,” I said, feeling myself blush. “I don’t mind modeling for anybody. But, uh, here’s the address where I do my shows.”

I wrote the dates of the next couple shows on the back of the card Blaise and I had developed as a hand-out.

“It’s just a bunch of fags in the country,” I said. “But it’s a night for anybody.”

When we checked out she actually gave us her employee discount. I ended up with the collar and cuffs for 25-percent off, and the cock ring was free.

She also talked me into some short chrome chains with spring hooks on each end.

“Who knows? You might want to use the cuffs for more than just dress-up,” she said.

“Actually,” I admitted sheepishly, “we’ll definitely need these.”

After work that Monday I went straight to Blaise’s and took a shower. I was still in the bathroom when he got home and he took my place just as I stepped out.

When he joined me in the living room I was waiting in his favorite pair of lounge pants, the pink ones. His eyebrow shot up when he saw that I was wearing my new collar. I wasn’t sure about the cuffs yet. But, I had them on the coffee table.

When he sat on the couch I dropped to my knees on the floor at his feet.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Your slave awaits his master’s instructions,” I said. My eyes were down-turned as I spoke.

“This is interesting,” Master said. “Are you going to explain this to me?”

“If you wish, Master,” I said. “Or, Master might enjoy learning the rules of my slavery as we go along.”

“Well, let’s start with why you’re on your knees.”

“Your slave is developing a slave’s creed, which requires that a slave lives in a state of submission, on his knees at his master’s feet awaiting his command,” I explained. “A slave must never be on the same level as his master when in the same room. If Master is sitting, his slave must kneel on the floor. Also, a slave must never look his master in the eyes.

“Just so, your slave awaits your pleasure in his place, Master.”

“I see you’ve done some research,” Master said.

“Yes, Master,” I answered. “A detailed Slave’s Creed is in process. Your slave will share it with you as soon as possible.

“For the time being, what is my master’s pleasure?”

“Um, get me a drink?” Master said uncertainly.

“Yes, Master.” I rose and went to the kitchen.

When I returned I knelt in the same spot and lifted the glass of chilled whiskey up to Master while looking down at the floor.

“Damn,” he said. “This is kind of cool, A. But, I’m not sure - .”

“My servitude is voluntary, Master,” I said, “and an act of love.”

I heard him catch his breath just then.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Master should always refer to his slave simply as ‘Slave,’” I said. “A slave’s personal identity is one of the sacrifices made when entering into the Master/slave relationship.

“Your slave has willingly given up his identity and freedom in the service and love of his master.”

It took a minute for him to respond. When he did, I could hear the emotion in his voice.

“Your master is grateful,” he said. He placed a hand on my down-turned head.

After he finished his drink, Master seemed to be more willing to play along.

“Slave,” he said.

“Yes, Master.”

“Give me a blowjob.”

I silently pulled his pajama pants down and began a detailed inspection of his cock and balls with my mouth, licking and rubbing him to a full erection in less than 60 seconds. He was aroused much more quickly by his new power over me.

I had his cock in my throat as soon as it was hard enough to reach past my larynx. I swallowed and licked and hungrily sucked him until he pulsed and throbbed against my lips and tongue.

I bobbed my head and shoulders between his thighs until he came like a teenager getting his first blowjob.

“Oh, my God!” he nearly screamed. “That was so intense!”

After a while, he directed me to join him on the couch. I started to object, but he said he wanted me to lay my head on his lap.

That was an unusual request. But, I chose to face his cock and slowly caressed it to another erection and had precum on my cheek within an hour. I sucked and milked another thin orgasm from my master a few minutes later.

“You’re the best slave ever,” he breathed. “I didn’t even have to ask you to do that.”

“A slave must learn and anticipate his master’s desires in order to provide for Master’s pleasure quickly and efficiently,” I said.

Over lunch the next day, I tried to explain the “rules” I’d developed so far.

“First, of course, when I’m wearing the collar, I’m yours,” I said over pizza.

Blaise chose the corner booth as far from the door of our favorite restaurant as possible for as much privacy as we could get. It was a slow day so we practically had the place to ourselves.

“I have to do anything and everything you say right away,” I continued. “I have to respond quickly and eagerly. I have to accept your commands without question or bitching or groaning. You’re the master. I’m the slave.”

“And, that brings up another point. When I’m wearing the collar my entire identity is the collar,” I said. “I am a slave and you should refer to me only as Slave. I have no other name but Slave.

“And, as your slave, I have no right to use your name for any reason. I will refer to you only as Master.”

“OK,” Blaise said. “I’ve already seen that. That’s doable.”

“You’ve also seen that I must always be in submission to you on my knees at your feet,” I continued. “I can’t be on your level without your permission. I can’t even sleep in the same bed unless you order me to. Otherwise, I have to remain on my knees by the bed until you turn off the light and lay down. Then I can sleep on the floor by your bed.

“I have to be available to you for your use in any way at any time.”

“I don’t think I’ll make you sleep on the floor. But, I can get behind the rest of it,” my friend said. “We have that now. You’re always ready for anything I want.”

“Well, with the collar on, I’m thinking I have to make sure lube and washcloths are always ready, too,” I said.

“That’s something else,” I went on. “I can’t make you wait. If you want something or want me to do something, it has to be right now. A slave never makes his master wait.

“So, I can’t make you wait for a drink or for me to get lube or even to shower or do an enema. I have to be ready for anything all the time.”

“Still, you almost are already. This isn’t going to be all that different,” Blaise said. “Until now, I haven’t noticed just how much you’ve spoiled me.”

“Now that I think about it, that could also mean that I should be naked all the time - except for the collar, of course,” I said. “But, that’s up to you. Everything’s up to you. As my master, you can change or add to the rules at any time for any reason.”

Eventually, we ran out of time and decided to finish going over my rules after work.

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” I asked Blaise in his kitchen later. “Do you want to finish up with the rules? Or, do you want me to act them out and explain as we go?”

“As much as I like having you on your knees, let’s just go over the rules,” he said. “I want to understand what’s going on.”

“Well, I’ll probably be on my knees at some point tonight anyway,” I said with a wink.

I spent most of the evening explaining the various rules for slavery I had gleaned from the Gor books and had reworked for our situation. While I did, though, I was on my knees caressing and kneading his cock to erection.

We weren’t going to have a full-time Dominant/slave relationship as portrayed in the books, I told him as I stroked his dick. And, I wasn’t going to get a tattoo - or was I?

I told Blaise that only he could take the collar off my neck to release me. Either one of us could put it on. I could willingly enter his service by putting it on at any time.

But, I could only remove it when he ordered me to or when one of his commands required its removal, like taking a shower. However, if I was ordered or expected to put it back on after the shower, I would be under its influence in the interim. So, if Blaise sent me to the shower, I would take it off, but would still be his slave during the time I wasn’t wearing it. If he decided to join me in the shower, I still was his to command.

While wearing the collar, to reinforce a slave’s place and lack of personhood, a slave had to avert his gaze and look at the floor at all times when practical. I couldn’t even look my master in the eyes. That would suggest equality.

I also couldn’t speak until spoken to. I could acknowledge commands with something like, “Yes, Master.” But, if I had to ask a question or tell my master something, I had to ask permission to speak first.

And, of course, since this was slavery, there had to be some kind of discipline or punishment involved for breaking the rules. A slave had to honestly acknowledge rule-breaking and accept any punishment willingly. And, while neither of us were interested in sadomasochism in any form, there might need to be some form of symbolic punishment as part of the ritual/role-play. That was something we’d need to think about and agree on mutually.

“Do you have these written down somewhere?” Blaise asked. “How are you remembering all this? Or, expecting me to?”

“It really isn’t that complicated once you get into it,” I said. “But, yes, I’m going to write it all out.

“I think it will be easier in practice once we’re actually doing it.”

After work the following Monday I showered as usual put on the collar and the cuffs.

When Master came in a few minutes later he found me lying face down over the kitchen table, my cock and balls hanging on one side. It was just enough to allow my forearms to hang over the other side. I had the chains attached to and hanging from my wrist cuffs ready for Master to restrain his slave.

“What’s this, Slave?” he asked

“Your slave would be honored if Master would restrain him over the table and use him as Master sees fit,” I suggested. “Master may enjoy either end.”

“Don’t you want me to wait until I’ve had my shower?” he asked.

“Master may do as he pleases,” I said. “But knowing his slave awaits him chained to the table might build anticipation.”

Without further comment, he grabbed the short pieces of chrome chain and pulled them tightly to connect them to each ankle cuff under the table.

“What’s this other chain for?” he asked.

“Master may wish to restrain his slave’s cock,” I said. “There is a D-ring on your slave’s cock ring. The other end should just reach one of the cuffs.”

There was a definite tug on the leather strap around my cock and balls. The chain was just barely long enough.

I couldn’t move for the 15 minutes he was in the shower. It was long enough for my dick to begin to harden, pulling against its restraint.

I don’t know how, but something about being tied down naked knowing something fun was coming was a serious turn-on. I couldn’t wait for Blaise - I mean, Master to return and literally have his way with me.

Finally, Master appeared in front of my face just at the edge of the table. He began slapping my face with his limp cock. He rubbed the head over my face and let me lick it and suck it in to work on it with my lips and tongue. In a minute he was hard enough for a proper blowjob and he shoved himself as far down my throat as he could go.

I sucked and swallowed and licked like my life depended on it and just as he was rock hard, Master pulled out and disappeared.

The next thing I knew he was pushing his slick cock against my spread asshole. I felt the familiar cold wetness of lube on my ass just as he pushed through my sphincter. My mouth was open and my eyes were squinted tight even with my standard preparation in the shower, I wasn’t quite prepared for such a quick “entrance.”

My master grabbed my hips roughly, tightly, and pushed his own bony hips against my butt cheeks sharply as his stiff cock pounded in and out of my tight hole. Short gasps were escaping my throat loudly. This was more intense, more violent than our normal, more loving anal encounters.

Still, it was intoxicating. Each grunt and gasp found me pushing back against his thrusts, anticipating and desiring every hard pulse into my ass.

I was pulling the table back into his hips as much as he was pushing away with every thrust. I might have been bound, but I was fucking Master at least much as he was fucking me.

Suddenly, I was reminded of my bound and straining cock and balls. Apparently, they had swollen against their bonds to the point of pain. I could feel both of them throbbing as my heartbeat - and pleasure - increased. Even before I felt Master’s warm cum fill my ass, I felt my own spasms pull against the leather cock ring and chain that held me in position. My cock shook and throbbed and in seconds it felt as if the head blew off and I pumped a stream of semen onto the floor under the table.

Just as I felt that release, my master grunted loudly and a hot pulse of sperm blasted into my waiting ass. I felt every spasm and pulse as he emptied himself into me. By the time his cock calmed down, my own was spent and limp in spite of the tight leather and chain that bound it.

As Master was leaning heavily on the table, I could feel his legs shaking violently. My own were no better. He dropped down to kiss over my back and up to my shoulders. I shuddered and moaned when I felt his hot breath against my ears and neck.

His hands rubbed up my thighs and ass cheeks, over my back, and up to pull my hair a little.

“Good God, it’s good to be the king!” he breathed.

“Mmmh. You are my king, Master,” I moaned.

When he released me we both headed to the shower. I dropped to my knees on the floor as he stepped into the stall to wait for him.

“Join me in the living room after your shower,” Master said as he dried off.

“Yes, Master,” I said. “Do you have a clothing preference, Master?”

“Whatever you like, Slave.”

I met him in the living room wearing my collar and his favorite pink trunks.

“I always like the way you look in pink,” he said, smiling.

I made a mental note to order more sexy pink clothes as I dropped to my knees at his feet, my face down-turned.

“What -? Oh, I forgot,” he said. “Sit next to me, Slave.”

“Would Master like a drink first?” I asked as I stood up.

“Well, sure,” he said. “If you don’t mind - .”

“I am your slave, Master,” I said. “It is my pleasure to serve.”

“Then, yes, get me a drink, Slave.”

I got him his usual whiskey and then, on his orders, sidled up next to him on the couch with a hand first on his thigh, then, eventually on his growing cock.

I began caressing him even before he gave me instructions.

“I like a servant who anticipates his master’s wishes,” he said.

“A good slave always anticipates his master’s needs and desires,” I told him as I pushed my hand into his pants to find his warm meat.

A few minutes later, my head was resting on his belly, his stiff cock in my mouth. Once I’d drawn out and swallowed his hot cum, I licked him clean to the point that a washcloth was unnecessary.

It didn’t take long for him to get the hang of telling me exactly what he wanted. Nothing he required of me was especially difficult or different from our normal routine. But, we both enjoyed the change in the relationship. Blaise obviously liked giving orders and seeing them carried out. I found that I liked serving more than I ever imagined.

The next day I headed home - that is, to Blaise’s house - quickly and went straight to the shower. I made it home just a few minutes before him.

When I stepped out of the shower he was waiting with my collar, chain, and cuffs.

“Put these on,” he commanded.

“Anything else?” I asked, eyeing the trunks and shirt I had waiting on the counter.

“No. Just this.”

The second he heard the chain latch on to the collar Blaise walked briskly out the door pulling me forcefully behind him. I was barely dry and my cock swung briskly side to side as we moved through the house. 

Once in the living room, he had me bend over the back of a dining room chair set in the middle of the room. He attached our short chains to my wrist cuffs and wrapped them once around the front legs of the chair. Then, he spread my legs, wrapped the other end of the chains around the back legs of the chair, and latched them to my ankle cuffs. The end result was a tight restriction pulling my arms and legs together with my bare ass displayed for my master’s use. My heart was pounding with excitement even though I knew what was next.

I heard the rustle of his clothes dropping to the floor and a few seconds later felt cold lube being layered onto my ass and inched inside by his fingers.

 Then, I recognized the feeling of his thin, familiar cock pushing against my sphincter and slowly easing its way in. He began a slow, deep rhythm of stroking in and out of me, that was new for him. He usually was faster, more frenzied when in my ass. He only took it slow when I made him.

Again tonight he was in charge, but still doing it right. This was smooth, sensual, and loving - even though I was bound and under his control. This was a “master” I could enjoy serving.

In a couple minutes, he began speeding up and my own cock, hanging and bouncing back and forth between my spread legs had responded and was pushing against the back of the chair. It was only then that I realized Master had forgotten my cock ring.

I grabbed the chair legs to help stabilize myself and push back against Master as he intensified his thrusting into me.

We both were grunting as he became more forceful, his own pleasure obviously building. He gripped my hips tightly and pushed in as far as he could go and let loose a hot, thick pulse of cum that I felt deep inside. He pumped into me over and over, each thrust milking more and more out of his cock.

He stood still for a couple minutes, remaining inside me as his breathing returned to normal and his spent dick shrank. But, instead of letting my muscles push him out, he pulled out and disappeared, leaving me chained over the chair.

I heard the shower - or was it the sink? I remained confined in this uncomfortable position for at least 10 minutes before he returned. My cock shrank quickly and some of Master’s cum was being pushed out of my worn asshole.

When he reappeared, he was wearing his pajama pants and t-shirt. He released me and had me stand in the middle of the living room. He bent down and tied a piece of black ribbon around my cock and another piece tightly around my scrotum. He put the end of that ribbon under his knee on the floor, ensuring that it was pulling my balls tightly downward. It was just barely painful, similar to the sensation he creates when he pulls my balls with his hand.

Then, he began pulling the ribbon that encircled my cock up and down, creating a sort of soft jacking motion with the ribbon. He was stroking my shaft with satin ribbon. He looked like a puppet master with a flesh marionette.

As he continued, the sensation began having an effect. My cock began growing stiff as I watched my master work. My erection grew and my breathing reflected my enjoyment. That’s when he grabbed the other ribbon and began pulling my balls tighter. He pulled them so tight at times I was jerked downward. Then, he would loosen up. He began a milking motion with my balls in their ribbon tether that matched what he was doing to my dick with the other one.

When the first drop of pre-cum appeared on my swollen red glans, he got up and stood behind me. He pulled the ribbon holding my scrotum up between the cheeks of my lube-wet ass to loop it around my neck and tie it tightly enough that my balls were pulled painfully back between my legs.

He came around to face me and removed my cock ribbon and began caressing and massaging it while kissing and licking his way from my neck to my groin. Before he made it to my stomach I already was twitching uncontrollably at his touch on my now aching cock. But, every twitch and jump caused the ribbon around my neck to pull my balls tighter in a sharp ecstasy.

I wanted to cum so badly just then. I was so close. I could feel my cock was full, my glans throbbing. Then, Master stopped stroking me and only lightly glided his fingertips over my stiff meat.

He hugged his face against my stomach and reached around to pull my ball ribbon tighter still. It pulled me downward each time he did it.

Then, he went back to a smooth, rhythmic stroke on my cock, working his thumb on my frenulum and flattening my meaty head. In another minute I could feel my need for release rising again. And, again, he stopped and slowed his ministrations.

He kept me on the edge like that for what felt like an hour. I was dripping with sweat and panting even when he wasn’t stroking and massaging me. When he finally rolled his palm over my swollen head, it made me gasp and cry out. He did this over and over for several minutes.

Then finally, he made some quick move and the ribbon around my balls was gone. They were aching and swollen, but free.

“Feed me, Slave!” he demanded as he engulfed the entire length of my straining cock, burying his nose in red public hair. It took only one bob of his head, one lick of his tongue, for me to explode in a long, heavy stream of pent-up cum and ecstatic agony.

I grabbed the back of his head, my hips finally free to pump and thrust. I almost violently fucked his head, every movement flattening Master’s nose against my groin. I had my dick as far down his throat as possible. When I finally stopped fucking his face, my breathing was ragged. But, every drop of my seed had gone down his throat. Nothing escaped his lips. Later on, he said he barely even tasted it. He just felt it shoot straight down his throat.

“Shall I wear the collar to bed, Master?” I asked.

“You may remove it,” he said, sounding almost imperious.

Seeing as I was no longer wearing the collar, when Blaise woke up Wednesday morning, I had tied his limp cock and balls together at the base and was licking and sucking on all three. It took him a couple minutes to realize what was going on. But, his cock already was responding even before his eyes focused on my face looking up at him.

“You let me remove the collar,” I reminded him as I looked up into his stunned face. “I’m not your slave now. I’m in control.”

He moaned as he watched me bobble his only half-hard meat around in my mouth. I sucked it in and pulled it as far away as I could, tugging on his groin skin, his pubic hair rising with it.

As his cock grew, it became obvious that it was tied. The ribbon became tighter as he swelled. His balls also were swelling and trying to lift up into his pelvis.

When he was fully hard, his balls were pulled up to the underside of his cock. That meant I could get only about half of his length in my mouth. But, I also could lick his tight balls more easily while his frenulum rested on the undulating back of my tongue.

He moaned louder, his back arching, as I milked him. 

I suddenly stopped sucking and reverted back to a slow, wet lick up and down his shaft. Each time I reached them, I swirled my tongue all around his captive balls and then headed back to torture his frenulum and urethra.

I boxed his glans side to side with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, God!” He arched his back and I stretched my mouth as wide as I could and got his dick and both balls inside. I swirled my tongue around his dick head and he let out a guttural groan that filled the house.

I went back to boxing his frenulum while I sucked on his glans. I squeezed his already tight balls with my left hand and stroked his shaft with three fingers of my right.

Then, I suddenly stopped, pulled back, and blew cold air onto his wet sex. I leaned down and grabbed one of his testicles with my mouth, letting my teeth glide over it and pull some of the skin into my mouth.

I sucked hard on his balls while I stroked his captive cock by rolling my palm over its head. He jumped at the sensation and gasped.

I alternated between hungrily attacking his cock and barely touching him for at least ten minutes. When my saliva dried on his glans it became sticky with pre-cum. And, then I started the process all over.

Finally, when I gauged that I had tortured him at least as long as he had me the night before, I loosened the ribbon and swallowed his raging cock to the back of my throat. In a few seconds, I could feel that he was about to explode. Again, I stopped and pulled him out of my mouth. I clamped my fingers around his shaft just beneath his head. He grunted in complaint.

I could feel his heartbeat and muscles pulsing and pounding eagerly to release his overdue ejaculate. I held it there for a long twenty or more seconds.

Finally, I released my fingers and swallowed him again in one movement, my hand dropping farther down his shaft to begin pumping it wildly. His cum spewed into my throat in hot wads. His stomach was convulsing, his throat releasing painful-sounding grunts with every spray of cum.

When he finally fell still and his eruption became an intermittent leak, I got up and went to the bathroom.

That night was a normal one for us, no collars or commands. We were just equal, friends and lovers. Blaise actually was a little surprised that I was spending another night at his place. Normally, I spent at least Wednesday, Thursday, and often Friday at the Lodge. But, I had a plan for Thursday morning. When I heard him awake I rolled over in bed to face Blaise and asked what he wanted of me. A quick expression of confusion crossed his face for a second. Then, he saw that I was wearing the collar and understood. He quickly told me to suck him dry.

In seconds his cock was more than half hard in my hand, my tongue halfway down his throat. I kissed my way down his chest and stomach and engulfed his hardening meat like a starving man. His cock head was pushed hard against the back of my throat in seconds and I swallowed and hummed him to a heavy, thick ejaculation in less than two minutes.

“Now it’s your turn,” Master announced. “Fuck my face.”

I crawled up over him and shoved my erect cock balls deep into his waiting mouth until I felt the back of his throat against my thick head. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper and harder into his face.

I pounded in and out against him for several minutes until I felt my passion rising. When I could no longer stand it, Master wrapped his arms around my hips and held me as far down his throat as possible until I filled it with my white, sticky sperm.

When I finished pumping cum down Master's throat I was panting and holding myself up with both hands on the wall above the bed. But, he held me tight with his arms and his lips.

He waited until his own breathing had slowed and I had finished leaking and twitching before he released me. We collapsed together breathing heavily, our hands finding each other.

Master released my collar a few minutes later so we could shower quickly for work.