Your master. You love the way he humiliates you with such loving care. It makes you feel special.You can hear the sounds of him taking a shower. You k...ow that he doesn't want you to get out of the bed. He might even have bound your weak wrists to the bed frame. Oh, it is fun with a little bit of BDSM, especially when it reminds you that you can't ever leave his strong embrace. His strong grip. You show him everything. Your tiny little body. Your complete lack of virility. Your effeminate. It was somehow respectful and yet controlling; a message that I was not going anywhere until he was finished with me. I repeated what I had learned yesterday. Breathe in, push on, and relax jaw, open throat. It took me a few strokes and some watery eyes to get the relaxation in the throat feeling back again, but once I found it I was fine and settled into a steady rhythm. When his breathing got faster and the grunting started I would pull off and put my head under and lick and suck on. However this warm day turned out to be very unexpected. As Neelam was going about her work in the kitchen I walked in to make some tea for myself. While in the kitchen I started asking her about her family. She is happily married, with 2kids and also has a grandchild. When I asked her why she did not study when she was a child she started talking about her childhood and how her parents refused to let her go to school as the local boys would make a problem for her. Then she started crying. I always told her that that would never be the case, because I love her. But she was just to insecure. So we just stopt thinking about it, well that’s what I thought.That’s the background for this story now can I start the actual story.It was a friday. I was at work and was really bored. I was really, really horny because I didn’t masturbate for almost 2 weeks. My balls were full of tension and it seemed like they could burst any second now. My mind drove off to some porn I watched the last.