Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2016 05:16:41 +0100
From: Brian Bainbridge <brwainwright@gmx.com>
Subject: FROM FOOT FUN TO MASTER..CHAPTER 19..WELCOME DOUG

FROM FOOT FUN TO MASTER: PART XIX

"WELCOME, DOUG"


	The last class I teach at the university ends at 11:50. By the time
I walk back to my office, gather my materials, and lock the office door, I
am usually in my car around 12:10 and back at Master's home by 12:20 to
then work at my job as an author and freelance journalist. I am expected
home by 12:30, unless an emergency arises. On this particular Tuesday,
everything took longer than usual, including traffic lights and traffic
itself due to a major wreck on the highway.

	I walked inside the house at 12:45, and Master was home. An advance
check had arrived from my publisher, which needed my signature. He wanted
to deposit it in the bank so Chuck, our financial planner and another
Master as well, could invest it.

Master had been home since noon. He was upset that I was delayed and not in
his home at my regular time. I was so frustrated with the traffic, I
completely forgot to call and tell him I would be delayed, which he would
have understood. He grabbed my head, and secured it in place in a headlock
position. I knew I was in trouble the minute I walked in the door and saw
the look on his face.

He was yelling at me for my negligence for the entire walk from the kitchen
to the playroom. He then told me to get in my uniform. Within a few
seconds, I was now naked. For making him wait, getting home past my 12:30
curfew, and not calling him that I would be late coming home, I was spanked
really hard with his wooden paddle. He then left with the signed check to
deposit it on the way back to his office.

	That evening after serving Master his dinner, once again we were in
his playroom. There I was given an even more intense spanking with his
paddle, riding crop, and flogger. My buns were deep red and blistered. I
then spent almost four hours in corner time with my hands behind my back.

	At 10:30, Master came into the playroom. He put his hand on the top
of my head and pushed me down to the ground. Kneeling before him with my
head lowered, I saw his unsocked foot rise from the floor and then kick me
in the balls. He did this five times, and each kick was harder than the
previous one. He then told me to crawl to his bedroom because it was time
for bed.

	I pulled back the comforter and sheets to his bed, but he did not
get into it right away. He pushed me really hard, and I ran across the
room, falling a few inches from the corner wall. He then told me to meet
him at the foot of his bed where I normally sleep. He told me to lie on my
back, and that I could not sleep with my pillows for two weeks. On my back
and looking up, Master was like a skyscraper towering over me. I felt even
more submissive and inferior looking at my superior, strict and demanding
but also kind and loving Master 's face. His right foot was covering my
mouth. He then removed it and used it to press down on my dick and
balls. The more I squirmed, the harder he pressed down. After a few minutes
of this, he then walked away and went in his bed.

My butt was still red and sore from the two paddling's I received but was
not hurting as much as my balls were. Kneeling seemed to ease some of the
pain. I was staring at Master, who had quickly fallen asleep. He looked so
peaceful and so handsome, and once again I felt so honored and privileged
to be his slave. More guilt then flowed through my body because I was so
negligent in my responsibilities. I decided I would make this stupid error
of mine up to Master so he would once again be proud of me.  About an hour
later, the pain started to go away, and I was able to go to sleep.

The next evening before I could say anything to Master as he walked through
the door, he told me. "Slave, get my dinner ready now. I'll change clothes
myself, and you can hang them up later. Doug will be calling me in about
thirty minutes. You know the routine by now what to do when my brother
calls."

Doug had been calling on the house phone a few times a week for the past
two weeks. Master would take the calls in his office and send me to the
playroom and have me submit to him. After their conversation, he would then
come in the playroom where he either used me for his sexual needs or
attached the leash to my collar and would have me crawl to the living room,
where he would decide if we would spend the night watching television or
reading. Master never did tell me what these recent and very frequent phone
calls were all about.

Master met a new bottom, a registered nurse named Peter, whom he says shows
promise for the relationship to last a little longer. On two of those
nights after speaking to Doug, he had me follow him and continue submitting
to him in the corner of the living room while he was on the phone talking
to Peter. On most of those nights, even though he had been off the phone
for a while, he kept me in my submit position until bedtime.

On Monday I served Master his dinner, and then went into the living room to
fluff the pillows on the sofa. He then sat down, and I positioned a pillow
behind his back so he would be even more comfortable. He then dismissed me
so I could clean the dining room, eat my dinner in the kitchen, and wash
the dishes. Unless there is company, I am not allowed to use the
dishwasher. Master requires that I wash the dishes by hand, dry them, and
put them away immediately. He does not want to ever see a dirty dish in the
sink or on the kitchen counter, or I will be punished for being negligent
in my duties.

 I then walked in the living room and kneeled. He was reviewing his opening
arguments for his court case, which was set to start at 10:00 A.M. the next
day. Without looking up, he told me to take his slides off his feet and
then lie on my back. He then used my body as his footrest.  A few minutes
later he then stood up and told me to kneel so that I could swallow his
piss. He then sat down, and I kneeled in front of him.

He told me about his conversations he had been having with his
brother. Doug would be coming to his house on Friday night and then leave
on Saturday to go to the ranch and spend a few days visiting their dad, who
has been getting weaker and weaker with his congestive heart failure. He
was planning on writing an article about gay Masters and slaves in the
twenty-first century. Master agreed that we would be one of the couples
interviewed. Several other couples from around the country would also be
interviewed.

Master said that because of family here, we would identified as being from
Chicago, since that is where he went to law school. He also told me I was
to answer Doug's questions honestly, and he would not punish me for any
answers I would give. He then told me to submit, and I remained there until
bedtime.

I picked Doug up at the airport on Friday afternoon. It felt funny being in
the house fully clothed.  My neck also felt naked without my collar, which
is removed only when I shower and at bedtime, unless I am told
otherwise. Wearing clothes in Master's house for any length of time always
seems awkward.

Doug and I were having a really nice conversation, but he kept telling me
he felt guilty sitting on the sofa while I sat on the floor. He wanted to
call Master at work to see if he would give me permission to sit on the
sofa. I finally convinced Doug that my Master would not allow this, and I
was very comfortable on the floor. The next thing I knew, he was now
sitting on the floor with me.

Master came home at 5:50, and I greeted him at the kitchen door like I
always do. He and Doug hugged each other. He handed me his briefcase to
take to his office. I then met Master and Doug in the living room. He
patted me on the top of my head, sat in his favorite chair, and then told
me to kneel while he and Doug talked.

 "So, have you two had an enjoyable afternoon?"

"Yes, we did, Brian. I hope you don't mind, but this afternoon I was
sitting on the floor with Rick."

While I was removing the loafers from Master's feet, he said, "Why?  The
furniture is certainly more comfortable. His place is the floor, not
yours."

 "Brian, please don't get mad at Rick over this. He told me the same thing,
but I felt guilty sitting on the sofa and seeing him sit on the floor."

"There's no need to feel guilty, Doug? He's on the floor where he should
be. A slave has no business sitting on furniture; I'm pretty sure the other
Masters you speak to will tell you the same thing."

"I understand where you're coming from. But, I just wonder how sitting and
sleeping on the floor all the time can be comfortable."

"He's never had a problem finding a comfortable spot on the floor; he knows
that's where he belongs."

"That's what I'm hoping to learn through these interviews."

Master then lifted his right foot so it was now under my chin and lifted my
head to make eye contact with him. He smiled at me, and told Doug, "Right
now, he's kneeling on an area rug and not on the wooden floor itself. I
shouldn't be spoiling him like this. Besides, as a slave his comfort level
is not a matter of consideration; mine is." He then removed his foot from
my chin, put it on the top of my head and pushed my head on the floor, so I
was now submitting to him.

 "I'd hate to think he'd be punished over something I asked him to do."

"He's too obedient to even think of sitting on the furniture because he
knows the consequences. Now, let's change conversation topics for just a
second. I'm sure you know by now, I'm taking the three of us out to
dinner. Then you can conduct your interview with us since you want to leave
in the morning to go to the ranch."

At the restaurant, Master asked me what I was going to order. He approved
all the choices I made for my meal, and I was given permission to tell them
to our waiter. Those were the only words he allowed me to speak until we
returned to his home.

We got back to Master's house around 9:00, and Doug started the
interview. He sat on the sofa; Master sat in his favorite chair, and I was
now kneeling. Master put my collar on me and was holding the leash tightly
making it difficult for me to move too much. Doug explained that for the
article he would identify us as two professional gay men in their forties
who had been married for over twenty years and were in a Master-slave
relationship for almost seven years. Master agreed to this description. He
said during his past interviews, he had gathered more than information from
the slaves' points of view than from their Masters. He wanted to
concentrate on the next few interviews on getting more information from the
Master's points of view. Master agreed to this.

 	Doug asked his first question. "When was the first time you ever
thought about dominating your husband?"

 "When we first met, he told me he had a foot fetish. I never had anyone
tell me this before. We tried it, and soon, it became a fun thing to
do. The first time he removed my socks, which I bad been wearing for almost
fifteen hours, I noticed how turned on he was by their smell. He was so
excited to be licking my sweaty feet. I looked down at him getting turned
on the longer and harder I rubbed my foot across his face. I suddenly found
myself wanting to tie him up. I had dated a guy before we met who had asked
me to tie him up and then fuck him, and I found myself wanting to do the
same thing and a lot more things to Rick. Seeing him at my feet, thinking
of him tied up, and giving up control to me was beginning to seem so
natural. I found myself thinking of controlling every aspect of his life
like I do now, and I liked the it."

"So, this was early in your relationship; how early? Would you have
enslaved him way back then and so early in your relationship"

"The first time I thought of dominating him must have been about five or
six weeks after we moved in together. And yes, I would have enslaved him
that early in our relationship if we had only communicated about this. That
would not have been a problem for me at all. I knew I'd like being a
Master, but I figured it would only remain a fantasy, so I never attempted
to take action on it back then. "

"Are there other times you remember wanting to dominate your husband?"

"He always liked to do all the housework and yard work. When I'd ask him if
he needed help, he always told me he didn't because I worked so hard, and
he didn't mind doing these things for me. After a while, I stopped asking,
and he did everything, just like he does now. While he was busy tending to
the day-to-day household chores, I was usually playing racquetball, tennis,
or meeting other guys. Yes, I was unfaithful to him from the very
beginning. He'd do all the work; I'd be out having fun. Eventually I
stopped feeling guilty and enjoyed this privilege I had been given because
I had such a submissive husband. He never once complained about being
overworked. We were evidently setting the foundation for the statues we
both enjoy today."

"What finally convinced you that you wanted a Master-slave relationship?"

"The longer we were married, the more I liked the way things had worked out
by themselves. Without having an official contract, I was the Dominant; he
was my totally submissive husband. I found myself wanting to move to that
next level: Master and slave. He is such an intelligent and loving man; in
so many ways better than I am, but I always liked dominating him.  He
worked a fulltime job and then came home to his second fulltime
job. Meanwhile, I was relaxing and having fun doing my own thing. Looking
back, I've been dominating him from the day we moved in together."

"It looks like it was inevitable that you would become a Master."

"I wanted it for long because I knew I'd enjoy my role as a Master. He's
always been so submissive to me and early on I found out I liked dominating
him. He never questioned me or got angry with me for anything, and I liked
that. I figured it wouldn't be hard to have him commit to the next level
when I realized this life we were living as equals was becoming a charade;
it had to come to an end. I loved him as a husband, but I now wanted him as
a slave as well. I was determined to finally make that happen."

"What did you do to make it happen?"

 "I started testing him in small ways to see if it was his desire as well;
I was pretty confident it was. He passed every test I put him through with
flying colors, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I could take
ownership of him."

"So, you were testing the waters pretty sure he'd commit to being your
slave. Did you ever think he might not be interested in taking that next
step?"

 "I never really did because he was always so submissive to me. If he
questioned anything I did back then, all I ever had to do was raise my
voice one level higher. He'd immediately back down and would become even
more submissive. That's why I knew I'd enjoy the exact moment he'd kneel at
my feet and give up his freedom to me to become my slave for life. And, I
loved the moment he did, by the way."

 "His final test came during a one- week period when we were both extra
busy with our jobs. We both left the house early on Friday morning. I came
home about two hours before he did and saw our coffee mugs and two small
plates we used to eat biscuits on in the sink, nothing major at all. It
would have taken me a few minutes to clean this up, but I left everything
as we did that morning. When he walked in the house, I showed this to him
and in a really firm voice I questioned him about why he left such a mess
in the kitchen. I told him it was embarrassing to walk in the house and see
such a mess."

"I'm assuming he passed this test?

"He passed the test just as I had predicted when he immediately started
apologizing to me and begging me to please forgive him. He was almost in
tears. He kept apologizing to me the rest of the night and was even more
attentive and submissive to me that night than usual. I now knew it would
be easy to train him in his duties as a slave and in my expectations of
him. In bed that night, he had the saddest look on his face. He apologized
to me for the umpteenth time, and then when I made eye contact with him the
first time since he got home, he started to cry."

"Knowing his life as my slave was about to begin, I decided to cut him some
slack. I held him tightly in my arms while caressing his face. I told him I
forgave him for being so irresponsible, and his crying soon stopped. A few
minutes later, he fell asleep with his head still resting on my chest. "

"That night I woke up and stared at him for a few minutes while he was
sleeping. He looked so peaceful and innocent. I'm sure he didn't realize
that in exactly two weeks his days of sleeping in a comfortable bed with me
would become memories, and the floor would become his permanent bed and
furniture."

	"It looks like he was always working really hard to please you from
the very beginning of your relationship."

"You're right. Another thing he never did was telling me no whenever I
wanted to have sex. I knew some nights he was tired, but he never said
anything, and I'd have my fun. He always told me he wanted to please me by
becoming a good bottom, and he became a great bottom and still is.  Looking
at him sleep that night and thinking of him soon being my slave, got me
horny. I tapped him on his shoulder and then woke him up; he was sleeping
really hard that night. While he was still groggy, I straddled him and
started rubbing my crotch in his face and then rammed my dick down his
mouth so he could suck on it until it got nice and hard. I then fucked the
shit out of him."

	"The next day while he was cleaning the house, I left for about an
hour and opened a post office box. Once I got back home, I placed a rush
order for his collar, butt plugs, paddles, leg restraints, riding crops,
floggers, nipple clamps, and mouth gags. I knew I'd be busy starting his
slave training in a few days, and I wanted to introduce these things to him
on his first day of training so he could get used to them."

"Later that afternoon while he was doing yard work, I was 'playing tennis'
with a realtor named Todd in the bedroom of his condo about a mile from our
house. It was a great day, and Todd was a fantastic fuck. Later that
evening, I was lying on the couch while he was cleaning the dinner dishes
and remembered I never did take my tennis racket or bag out the foyer
closet. My tennis bag and the caps he wore when he worked in the yard were
on the same shelf in the foyer closet. He never said a word to me, another
example of how easy he'd be to train."

"I was smiling as he kissed my feet in submission, and witnessed his life
of freedom was finally being replaced with a life of slavery in a matter of
seconds. Securing his collar and leash in place that first time was one of
my happiest moments in our relationship because he was now exactly where I
wanted him to be for a long time, and of course, so was I."

"I remember literally towering over him his first night on the floor while
he was lying down there and finding his comfort zone for his new bed. He
had a raging hard on while looking up to me and thanked me for enslaving
him. I didn't acknowledge him but instead pressed down on his dick with my
foot, which was his introduction to CBT. He was then told he would only cum
when I gave him permission. He adjusted to the floor quickly and was
sleeping in a few minutes. Six months later, after he was now an obedient
slave, I then let him start using a sheet and two pillows to sleep
with. That first night with his pillows, he was so restless because he was
used to sleeping on the bare floor."

 "What's the greatest thing about being a Master? Do you even still think
of him as a husband?"

	"He'll always be my husband, but I was glad that relationship as
equals finally ended. I enjoy being a Master way too much; in fact, I'm
probably a better Master than I am a husband. I like the fact that he's my
24/7/365 servant, valet, chauffeur, yardman, and I don't have to do these
menial tasks. I also like the fact that he no longer has any assets and
must depend on me for everything to survive. At times he is somewhat
fearful of me when he thinks he may get punished, which proves to me his
desire to serve me and to please me. Being able to use him for my sexual
needs at any time has always been a nice benefit, and now, he definitely
can't refuse me."

"I know I made the right decision several years ago when I decided that I
would finally begin living my life in an open relationship. For me
personally, I should have probably always been in one. Now whenever I meet
someone I'm interested in, I can date him openly, and I owe him no
explanations. I enjoy meeting and sleeping with new bottoms whenever I
can. He's still doing all the work while I'm still out having fun. There's
so many things I enjoy as a Master, but I'd have to say the greatest thing
is having him under my complete control in every aspect of his life."

	"Do you ever regret not enslaving him sooner? What would you have
done if it would have never happened?"

	"Our life as equals was getting harder for me to live in. If he
hadn't consented to becoming my slave, I would have told him I wanted an
open relationship with an official Dominant and submissive arrangement, or
an end to our relationship. We had wasted too much time in not
communicating on this issue. The reality is that he was meant to be my
slave, and there was no use in denying it any longer because he wanted this
too. If we had communicated this with each other right after moving in
together, he'd be starting his third decade as my slave. It didn't happen
back then, unfortunately.  I'm just glad it finally did happen."

	"So you're serious when you say you want him to be your slave for
life."

	"Absolutely! This may sound cold-hearted, and I don't mean it to
sound that way, but I have a deeper love for him since he gave up his
independence to devote his life serving me. He's a natural submissive, and
in serving me, he has found a level of joy and peace in his life. He tells
me this quite often."

	"Rick, when was the first time you thought about being submissive
to your husband before becoming his slave?"

	"The first time I thought about being submissive was the first
night we were in his bed in his condo. He was and is still so handsome, I
wanted to do everything I could to make him happy; I was determined from
that night on that I would do everything I could possibly do to be the best
bottom I could be to please him. I couldn't believe someone as smart and
handsome as he is would be interested in me. Pleasing him seemed so natural
to me from that moment on. I never really thought about my own needs
because I wanted to do everything I could to make him happy."

"The next time was when I took off his shoes to worship his feet, which was
about three days later. I was on the floor; he was sitting comfortably on
the sofa.  I looked up and we smiled at each other. He had never had his
feet worshiped before, and I noticed he had a hard-on. As I began
worshiping his feet, eventually sucking his toes, I fantasized about him
tying me up to do this, and I then had a hard-on myself."

	"So, did you also fantasize about what it would be like to live in
this lifestyle with your husband as your Master, and you as his slave?"

	"Yes, I did. So many times over the years, I had planned on a
certain night, or over the weekend, or over a holiday vacation asking him
if I could become his slave. That time would come and go, and I didn't take
any action on this. I then wanted to kick myself in my ass for losing my
nerve knowing how much I wanted to be his slave. Although, at the same
time, I was always so scared because if it was something he wasn't
interested in, I was worried he would think it was weird and want to end
our marriage."

	"Is that why did you never ask your Master to help you do things
around the house in your free days, Rick?"

 	"I never asked him to help me because I used to fantasize about
doing these tasks as his slave. I knew he was often meeting and fucking
other men while I was cleaning house, cooking, or doing yard work. Doing
these household tasks brought me such joy because he didn't have to do
them. I wanted to do them so he would be happy, and hopefully, I was
pleasing him."

	"How hard was it hard giving up your independence and accepting
your husband as your Master?"

	"I wanted to be his slave for so long, it was never a problem. I
gladly gave up all privileges as a free man and have received even greater
privileges in becoming a slave. I have been madly in love with him since
the day we met. In becoming his slave, both my destiny and true happiness
were rewarded to me. I accept this as my fate: to live as an inferior to a
strict, demanding, and superior male like my Master.  Strong and superior
men like my Master are meant to be served, and submissive and inferior men
like myself are meant to serve them."

	We ended the interview; Doug asked if he thought of other
questions, could he call and ask them? Master gave his approval, and we all
went to bed.

	Master then walked with Doug towards the guest bedroom. I went to
his bedroom and undressed. I had been in clothes since I left for
work. Master then returned to his bedroom carrying five towels. I now knew
where he had gone and knew I would not be going to sleep very soon.

	I undressed him and hung up his clothes. Master stood in the center
of the room, naked, with his beautiful and superior body exposed to me. I
kneeled and kissed his feet in submission. He had been wearing his socks
for almost seventeen hours. His sweaty feet smelled so good. He then lifted
my head and used his hands to open my mouth so I could welcome his piss.

	He walked to the bed; handed me the towels, and without saying a
word, I knew what to do with them. I laid them in place and then kneeled on
the side of the bed and waited. A minute or so later he returned and was
now standing on the side of me. With my head lowered, I could see he was
now holding one of his socks along with nipple clamps and a ping-pong
paddle. He put all of them on the bed.

He then bent my body over the bed and began spanking my butt. He gave each
cheek ten whacks with his hand. He then used the ping- pong paddle and gave
each cheek fifteen whacks. He then put the ping-pong paddle on the bed and
said, "That was a nice practice session until I get to have my fun
tomorrow."

	"Get in the bed, and make sure your slave ass doesn't touch my
sheets."

	I was now lying in Master's bed in the middle of the sheets I had
placed there a few minutes before. He took my hands and positioned them so
my palms were facing up, and he attached the clamps to my pecs. He then got
in bed, straddled over me and held me securely in place by placing his
knees inside my palms. Whatever he had planned for me, I wanted to do
everything I could do to satisfy his needs.

	"Doing that interview got me extremely horny because it gave one
more example of just how much pleasure I get have in being your
Master. Right now, nothing would give me more pleasure than to see you
bound, gagged, and blindfolded in my playroom. But with Doug here tonight,
that will have to wait until he leaves in the morning."

	"Permission to speak, Master?"

	"Make it quick; I want to have my fun."

	"I thought the same thing during the interview. Master; being your
slave brings me so much pleasure. Please help me; please tell me how I can
be a better slave. Please let me serve you tonight on the bondage table. I
want to satisfy you and make you proud of me, Master."

	"That's what I want to hear from you. You want to be a better
slave? Take what I have planned for you tomorrow with pleasure, and that
will satisfy me immensely. Believe me when I say I'm going to enjoy every
minute we're in that playroom."

	He then lifted his knees off my hands and positioned them behind my
head in a small space between the headboard and the mattress. "I'm not
going to tie you up tonight; you'll experience that soon enough. Move these
hands, and I'll paddle that cute slave ass of yours so hard tonight, you'll
sleep standing up."

He then straddled me and then just sat on my face. He didn't tell me to
suck his balls, suck his dick, or rim him; he just sat on my face and
didn't move. This was something new; I liked it, but after a few seconds it
was hard to breathe.  He stayed there for a few seconds longer and then
lifted his butt. I took a few deep breaths and he then sat on my face
again. Again, after a few seconds, I again struggled to breathe. He got up
for a few seconds and lowered his body there again and just sat there. He
continued this for several minutes and then got up and was now standing on
the side of his bed. "I hope you like the new little game I just used on
you; I thought it was fun."

His grabbed his sock, rolled it up, and put in my mouth. "Swallow all of
your Master's sock sweat; savor every drop." He then grabbed the ping-pong
paddle and started hitting my balls. His first few hits were very soft, but
after the fifth hit, they began to get harder with each hit. He then
stopped hitting my balls and was now squeezing them with his hands. He
ended CBT by slapping my dick and balls with his hands.

He lifted my legs and I wrapped them around his back getting ready to
welcome my Master's superior dick in my ass. He noticed my hard-on. His
face sitting was new, and it made me really horny. My dick was standing
straight up.

He was stroking my dick. "Look at my slave's little, and I mean little,
dick getting hard. It's been hard since I sat on your face in our new
little game."

"My slave's inferior little dick is so hard right now; unfortunately, he
won't be cumming tonight. But in a few minutes, Master will be cumming in
your slave ass, and I'm going to enjoy doing it. I also plan on cumming
several more times tomorrow, and my slave won't be cumming tomorrow
either."

Master then pushed his hips back for a second and then with his full force
rammed his dick in my ass so hard, I thought he would put a hole in my
stomach. I let out a moan through my socked mouth. As always, it felt so
good as he started pumping my ass with his hard dick.

He was rotating his dick in a counterclockwise position inside me, and I
was positioning my body trying to follow his every move inside me. With
every thrust of his dick, he went deeper inside me, and I could feel his
superior dick getting harder inside me. The pumping got more and more
intense, and I was moaning with sexual lust wanting more of his superior
manhood through my socked mouth.

He then lifted my legs so they were hanging off his shoulders and continued
pumping me even harder and deeper the longer he fucked me. It looked like
his dick would not be getting soft anytime soon. With my arched body, he
was now able to reach my pecs easier, and he began squeezing them. The
deeper he went inside me, the harder he squeezed my nipples. I was in a
sexual high experiencing such pleasure and pain at the same time; the whole
time I wanted to accept everything my Master would give me so that I could
please him.

He lifted me even higher, so I was almost standing up in his bed. It was
getting harder and harder keeping my hands secure. He then went even deeper
and started to fuck me even harder. My ass was getting a good pounding, and
he was squeezing my nipples so hard, I was almost crying.

Finally, I could feel my Master's cum flowing inside me, and its warmth
felt so good. As he was pumping me with his superior seed, he then squeezed
my pecs so hard, I wasn't sure if my moans were for the pleasure or pain I
was experiencing at the same time. Master held his dick inside me for a
minute or two before I felt him grab my legs and put them down on the
towels. His dick was now out of my ass. Our breathing was still heavy from
the hot sex scene we had just had. Master told me to take his sock out of
my mouth and to clean up the area.

He then took his hand and caressed my face for just a moment and told me,
"Slave, that was good, but tomorrow I plan to have even more fun."

Master told me to go to clean up the mess in his bedroom and then go to my
slave bathroom and clean up. He walked into his bathroom to shower. After I
took a quick shower and walked back into his bedroom, he was already
asleep. I fixed my bed area at the foot of his bed and was asleep in a few
minutes.