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Jasper was about to leave the house when he realized something was off. He paused in the door with his duffel in one hand, and his crop in the other. Jasper put the crop in his mouth and did a check – keys, cellphone, wallet, change of clothes, all in his duffel. What was it? It wasn’t his lack of shirt – that he packed. Besides he got sweaty and hot immediately when he was Domming and always took it off within minutes. No need to wear it there. It was balmy out tonight anyway.

Jasper reached for his duffel when he realized what was missing.
“My gloves,” he groaned through the crop in his teeth. He tromped upstairs and picked up his soft leather gloves off his dresser. Jasper slid them on and admired how well they fit, how different he felt. He was glad he remembered.

He wasn’t sure what boys he’d be working with tonight, but he knew those boys made judgements on first impressions. And if Jasper had forgotten something, and figured out later, the boys would know. They would sense he wasn’t ready. Wasn’t dressed. These boys put a lot of trust in you to rock their world. You gotta have full confidence when walk in there, promising to own their asses and conquer their bodies.

Yeah, you really had to be ready for anything. Jasper glanced at himself in the mirror before he left his bedroom. What a fine looking man he’d grow up into. He smirked. The gloves were already working their magic. Jasper hummed to himself as he went downstairs. He hoped Gabriel was at the dungeon tonight – boy was pale and fuzzy, and had an ass like a ripe peach begging to be split open until the juices down his fingers.

Jasper was fantasizing about his last session with Gabriel as he headed out the door. The leather of his gloves creaked as he picked up his duffel. He tucked his crop under his arm, and went into the night.

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youthfuldominance:

What I love most about this image are the items clipped on the Dom’s belt. He is constantly working to sure a good experience for the boy. He is ready to react and create something new. Just so the boy gets what he needs. 

“It’s taken me months to figure out the perfect way to display my property, boy. Today I finally achieved it – you’re completely vulnerable and helplessly exposed, your body thrust forward for me to use or abuse as I wish. I’ve stripped of your hair, clothes, and identity yet as our time together has passed you just plead harder to be used, to be fucked, to be edged. It’s not easy living up to your level of need, but I’ve finally tamed you. You were meant to wear my collar. We have so many more years to grow together, slave, but you will always look more beautiful when I get to look down at you.”

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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.