Do something sensible. Move back home. I'd send them clippings, reviews from the trades and the New York Times theatre section. They'd send me clippin...s from the local newspaper back home. Every week there was a 'phone call, and every week there was something new."The high school is looking for a drama coach, Lucy," Mom would tell me. "You'd have to teach a couple of English classes, of course, but you'd get to teach a drama class and run the drama club. Doesn't that sound perfect?"Next week,. None of the guests were of a mind to go to bed early, so until about two o’ clock we were given our usual diet of canings, whippings and fuckings. Some great party games, in which we were the prize. The winner got to pick a slave, and decide on how it would be used. Some original ideas, but usually just multiple cocks. When we finally got to bed, I realised that actually, we had not eaten since breakfast. Nothing sinister, it was just that everyone was enjoying themselves so much, no-one had. So at lunch, I went to go find Jordan, the biggest dicked guy I knew. He almost had my father beat in thickness, but he surely beat him in a little length. I pulled him into the girls bathroom where I quickly acted by whispering into his ear "Oh Jordan, I've been wanting you for so long, please baby, you have to fuck me." He quickly said yes as we slipped into the biggest stall and stripped down, hanging the clothes on the hanger to make sure no one saw them in the gap. I then sat on one of the. My Master for the evening! He was a tall blond guy, around forty-five, well-built and muscular, dressed only in summer jeans with short legs, a armless T-shirt, and sneakers. He had a big smirking smile on his face. ?So, we meet again slave boy?! Immediately taking control, he started to walk around me, gazing at my chained body, while commenting on my predicament. Suddenly, as he came up on me from behind, he slapped my cock very hard indeed. The pain made me whimper out loud, which was.