A Master pauses in worship to give thanks to the slave delivered into his hands. His last boy retired from the scene and moved away for a job. Borrowing from the club’s stable isn’t the same; a dom without a slave is only just a man. He can feel the heat of the aroused slave’s genitals on his forehead and nuzzles the curve of his ass. “Mine,” he murmurs, running his hands over the man’s taunt thighs. He recites a quote from the scripture once drilled into his head at Sunday School: “Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.” He then crossed himself up, stood up, and went to the supply cabinet . Let the honoring begin.
