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A good, obedient boy. Love the mark between his shoulder blades, hope it’s a sign of ownership.
Tag: gay bdsm
A submissive languishing with no one to hold the other end of the leash is an unfortunate situation. He just wants someone to keep him, to cherish him, teach him, but there’s no one to take the lead. No one to keep him warm at night, no one to appreciate his cooking, no one to control his cock. Won’t someone consider him? He’ll be a good boy, he promises.
Any of my writer readers want to take him home?
Relieving the pup.
(Lol – you can tell this was set up for photoshoot. The hydrant isn’t in the ground, it’s painted silver, and it’s shot indoors. Why do a piss scene indoors?? Only poorly trained pups wet the floor inside.)
“Alright. You doing okay?”
“Yeah.”
“The other masters inside are gonna be a bit touchy. Expect to be groped quite a bit.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Just stay within sight of me, I’ll make sure they don’t get too pushy. You’re a hot little slaveboy. But just remember you’re MY hot little slaveboy.”
“Only your’s.” He smiled.
“Don’t forget your ‘Sirs’ either.”
“Oh, yeah. Yes Sir.”
“You’ll do fine in there, cuteness.” His Sir and Lover kissed him hard. “Again, be respectful, stay within my sight, and don’t take drinks from weirdos.”
“What’s a weirdo in a leather bar?”
“Hard to tell, but you’ll know him when you see him. And don’t forget your Sirs.”
“Shit. Sorry Sir. Can I get extra spankings tonight to make up for it?”
“Oh I got other plans for your ass tonight, honey.” His Sir chuckled. “But let’s go. Can’t wait to see the looks on the other guys’ faces.”
“This is why I love you.” He smirked. “Err, Sir.”
Was going through archives…how did I miss this?
I tell you what, knock 20% off the asking price since I can guarantee somebody already popped its cherry and you got a deal. Have it cleaned and boxed up and ready for shipping by 5:00pm and we’ll take it with us.
Master Eams gave clear orders to his slave that he was allowed to touch his cock but not cum. He expected to see his slave near lose his mind with arousal over the next few days as the temptation built and his balls became heavy. What he didn’t expect was to find him rolling in his Master’s laundry, dirty jock-strap pressed to his nose, one hand furiously masturbating and dripping cum all over his crumpled work shirts.
So, instead of rewarding his slave for doing the laundry and staying chaste, the slave was bound in an intricate rope harness and forced to stand in a corner of the living room.
Master invited friends over to grill some steaks and watch a movie. The punishment in itself was not the bondage. It was being forced to stand there forbidden to serve, which is a slave’s truest nature. It goes beyond handling flatware and fetching things – there were four men in that kitchen with cocks that did not get pleasured.
The slave was ignored through-out dinner and disregarded through-out the film, except for when one of Master’s friends came over to give him a sip of water and tweak his cock. Master Eams had bound it in a forward-jutting position, a painful reminder of who really had control of those erections.
The slave had plenty time to think and regret his actions. When his friends left, Master Eams put the food away and went upstairs. The slave was left alone in the dark.
Two hours later, he came backstairs and told his slave to kneel. He was permitted to suck his master’s cock and for as a job well done, he was mercifully untied. The slave’s taut muscles tingled as the blood rushed to where they had been constricted and he groaned in relief.
Master Eams cupped his chin in strong hands, “Do not disappoint me again. If you feel you are about to lose self-control, come to me first and remove the temptation. That said, there is a paper plate for you in the fridge. Eat it, but you don’t have permission to heat it up. Also,clean the kitchen. Brush the grill slats, take out the trash, wash the dishes, refill the Brita pitcher, and then you may come up stairs to sleep at the foot of my bed.”
The slave bowed from his kneeling position to kiss Master Eams’s bare feet, “Yes Master, thank you Master”. Despite his sore legs he rushed to complete each task, relieved to have been forgiven for such a stupid lack of judgement and is determined to prove himself again.
In Western society, we cast downward looks upon anyone who has someone serving under them. Can’t they drive themselves? Can’t they fold their own laundry? Can’t they make their own breakfasts? Is it so hard? That poor maid, the poor nanny, the poor butler, how humiliating.
Yet, no one ever considers that servant would have a desire to serve and the master has put aside his self-sufficiency to give contentment to his slave.
Ever since I was little, I liked to clean, cook, and organize. I was passive, quiet, and observant. My mother worried. I went to college but did not find my way. I threw myself into the BDSM scene, yearning for even a moment to pretend my role was real. After years of play, I was introduced to someone at a fetish party. He was serious; he understood. Like me, he was alone in his perspective. He would not have been out of place in an old English country estate commanding a full staff while simultaneously throwing grand lawn parties and being the perfect host to the lords and ladies.
There is a private joy in being a good slave. We share one life in both the present and future. He dictates the schedules, chores, and errands and I can do them all without having to pester Him questions. I know exactly what He wants and my actions improve His life.
There is a certain level of psychic communication too. Master will come in from the autumn sleet to find a hot bath drawn and ready, or Master will wake up on a fine spring morning to floral-scented air breezing in through the open windows. Or perhaps, a touch of brandy in his coffee. An extra cookie in his lunch. Warming His bed with my lubricated, naked body for him to find after a long frustrating day running of his business.The list is endless.
He loves me. He is fair. His punishments are just. In public, the curious glances my behavior attracts roll off of me like water on a duck’s back. I show off my collar with pride. I have no shame in being exposed or chaste. It is for His proud gaze and eager touch that I live and the euphoria that accompanies it is my raison d’etre.
There’s a plaque that hangs on the wall in the laundry room that I extol. It says: “A place for everything, and and everything in its place.”
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ed note – this story will likely under go some revisions later; I have to go now.
“Good lord…” Master Hensely gently manipulates the boy’s cock. “The poor thing.” The slave whimpers in pain and trembles under the touches. “I bet he’s got enough Viagra in his system for a week. You got Master Crux under control?”
I walk in from the other room, winding spare rope around my hands, “I got him tied up pretty good. Got one of those Viagras he loves so much down his throat and a big ol dildo vibrating up his ass. He’ll be a pretty mess by the time the police get here–holy shit! Look at that bruising. Christ, he’ll be lucky if there isn’t permanent damage.”
Master Hensley wraps the slave in a blanket then picks him up in a princess carry, but he’s sobbing because his back is a mess and it hurts a great deal. “No …no I can’t leave the house he’ll punish me! Please no! Put me down!”
Master Hensley struggles to hold onto the lad and looks to me for help. “Calm yourself boy!”
I produce a rag and a small bottle of liquid from my utility belt and soak it. Once placed over the slave’s face, his body goes limp and heavy. He groans, but is otherwise silent. “That should do it, Master Hensley.”
“I’m most gracious. Now let’s get him out of here. His rehabilitator is waiting for our status.” He pauses to gaze lovingly at our latest rescue’s tear stained face, “It’s alright slave, it’s over now. We got you. Once you’ll recover, you’ll be placed with a good master who will take the best care of you.”
He’s thinking “someone come play with me!”
Oh man this is hitting my Dom feels! I’ll cuddlefuck you to happiness, promise.
This has been upgraded from a like to a reblog just for use of the word “cuddlefuck”.