"I want you to imagine how I was in those first days of my mastery", he said, leading into the description of his origin."I want you to imagine how I was in those first days of my mastery", he said, leading into the description of his origin. "It was wondrous, those first few touches of bondage, the feel of being tied to my master's bed. He would whip me after I was bound and secured, marking long lashes across my back which would burn with the ecstasy of pain and release. He would mark me until I broke into sweat and tears, and then release my legs and come up behind me. I would feel the cold twinge of his condom as he pushed his cock into me, and he would lay upon my reddened back, the drops of sweat and the short puffs of his moans cool against my heat. What a tremendous release, to abandon myself inside my new found bisexuality, to revel in this contact with another man, to feel myself filled as only I had filled others previously. "We would have big parties in which he would have me sold to various groups of people. He would watch as I was ordered to fuck, to be fucked, by men, by women. |