Slave Experience- Part 1


by Hydiez <Hydiez@hotmail.com>

PART 1

I saw him immediately. He told me by email that he was 21 but he looked younger. Well, he indeed looked younger. In our initial contacts I was impressed that a person so young had so much forcefulness and toughness. And that had me very excited. I am forty, I had offered myself to him as a _s_e_x_ slave and was surprised that he had accepted. I approached him, offered my hand and said ' Hello, master'

He smiled sardonically to me, and threw at me his luggage without saying a word. I motioned him to follow him while I carried it. He was wearing baggy jeans and a black shirt; he wore also an earring and blond hair. I wore as instructed by him previously only shorts and sandals, nothing more, I was naked the waist up and no underwear. I had also a short rope tied round my balls that hung outside the shorts. It was all very humiliating and not very discreet. Fortunately till now I only had to go like that from my home by car and now in the bus station waiting for him.

Once I my car I stored his luggage, opened the door for him, and got inside. Once inside he took the rope and pulled unmercifully. I doubled over with the pain.

'Master, master, please!'

'Shut up, slave! You pig will do and speak when I ask to! I don't want to hear another word from the faggot! Is that clear?'

'Yes'

'YES, MASTER'

'Yes, master'

'Better, now, give me your wallet and your keys'

I did as I was told.

'Don't look at me, always keeps your eyes firmly glued to the floor, unless I tell you otherwise'

He gave me back the car keys and I drove us home. No word was changed during the trip.

Once at home, which he opened with my keys, on my own initiative I took off the shorts and knell in front of him, kissing his shoes. I was of course sporting an erection.

'_s_h_i_t_!, you are enjoying this, you bastard?. Well, I assure you I will enjoy it more. You are a pervert and a load of _s_h_i_t_ but I will use you to get all the pleasure I can'

From the position of his shoes I was cleaning with my tongue I spoke:

'Master, may I show you the instruments of torture I have?'

'Not now. Now you are going to have the pleasure of kissing your Master... your Master's ass. And I want to fill your tongue there.'

He went to the couch, I put my head on it face up, he lowered his trousers and finally he sat on my face, something he had warned me he liked to do a lot. I don't, but what a slave can say about it? I worked at the task of slurping his bottom hole faking all the enthusiasm I could.


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