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. The only option was join in.But, I drew the line at the worksite - for him and for me and for the rest of the guys. He hated that - it was the first time the faggot ever really stood up to me, but I put that rebellion down with a sucker punch - followed by something I hadn’t really planned, but hey, I was a bit drunk and full of beer (we were down at our local bar and I’d laid down the law earlier that day when I found him getting railed on a flat-bed by a couple of Delivery Dudes, while the. That moment, the smile meant something else for me, and my world felt totally different. She came close to me, and sat on the bench besides me. I spoke, or rather croaked, Jaya, you mean a lot to me. She seemed surprised, and replied, What do you mean? Drinking some water from my bottle, I cleared my throat and said I don’t know. You have a special smile for me, and I just realised that that smile meant a lot to me. The class started filling up, and we went to our respective seats. All through. "I hope I haven't disappointed then," he said almost in a gasp. Jesssmiled, kissing him again, the costume, the makeup and everything elsecrashed in all at once, nearly causing his legs to buckle. "I see you're enjoying this too; excellent! Shall we continue thissomewhere more comfortable?" Chris didn't answer. He was having enough trouble coordinating as it was.That last kiss along with everything else knocked the stuffing andapparently, the stuffiness out of him.She took him by the hand and.