“Oh my god, Becky, look at that butt, it is so big.”
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“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’d finally gotten on medication for my depression, but I still wasn’t leaving the house much. In a gesture of support, my friends at the leather club decided to get me a puppy. At sure I was hesitant because pups are a lot of work. After just a week of owning one though, I began to enjoy having his needs to focus on instead of mine own. My therapist did say that having a routine was important.
Every morning, the pup would wake me up by jumping on the bed; he’d cuddle the hell outta me while rubbing his whiskers against my shoulder. He had to be let out to relieve himself and walked before breakfast, so normally he’d bring me the leash too. Once, I clipped the leash on and fell back asleep. A few minutes later I woke up again because he was making the mattress bounce. I forced open an eye and saw him sitting there, bright eyed and eager, leash in mouth and ready to go. Christ, he was adorable. I cracked a smile for the first time in weeks. “Alright, alright,” I threw off the blanket, “You win.”
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This master has the right idea. A collar, harness, tattoos, and boots are the only “clothing” this slave should ever wear.
He’s caught me looking at his ass, but why should I be ashamed? Everyone in this club is looking at it. The curvature is perfect, the vinyl shorts he’s wearing push them out for display. His cock in the front is wrapped up like a little Christmas present, so tight I can tell his religion. Those nipples are just begging for clips. What a cute young man, and he’s already wearing the right cuffs to be secured to a cross. I gaze around the room. Everyone wants him but no one is making a move. They’re waiting to see what I do – the Bull of the Bar they call me. I’m not very hairy, but I have a lot of muscle mass and the biggest dick in the place.
I lean over the bar and spear a toothpick with a couple maraschino cherries and stick it in the corner of my mouth before hopping off the bar stool and sauntering in his direction. I place a wide palm on that flawless ass before sliding it up his back, “Come on boy, let’s go play.” His eyes blaze at the invitation. God, I love the waiters here.