I finally let go and I laid back and tried to catch my breath. “That's my good boy” She ran a few fingers through my load and held up her cumm... fingers. “If you make a mess.....” “I have to clean it up.”I sucked her fingers clean as she fed my own cum to me until it was all gone.“Thank you Mistress” “For what?” “For everything, for permission, for helping me clean up but most of all for choosing me.” Mistress smiled, bent over and we kissed for what seemed like hours. He had everything going for him: He was a senior, incredibly popular, and it was widely known that college scouts had already been to our school’s football games to watch him play.“You could always... you know... break up with him I guess.”“You’d break up with a guy just because he's... small?” “I didn't say that. I just meant it’s an option.”Michael treated me wonderfully. He picked me up and drove me to school and took me home before he went to football practice. He introduced me to all of. She asked me to pretend as if I was serving her a drink. She satdown and clicked her fingers at me and I walked across to her and stoodthere waiting."No. no. no, that won't do at all." She looked angry and I wondered whatI had done wrong. "First of all, you need to walk properly. Work thatcute little bum of yours. Make it wiggle, God gave you that pretty littlebutt for a reason and the reason is to show it to everyone. You reallyhave to emphasise it, throw your weight from one side to the. You think of complaining, but realise that will only make your situation worse and you only have to tense your muscles slightly to realise how tightly the tape has you bound to the bed, how utterly powerless you are to do anything other than submit to what I have decided to do to you. You've presented it well, you hear a husky female voice tell me and you can almost feel her eyes surveying you, taking you all in, trussed up ready for whatever deviant purpose I devise. She's been a good slut so.