THE RULES HE SET FOR ME

#RULE 5: I WILL USE MY MOUTH ONLY FOR PLEASING MY MASTER. I WILL NOT USE MY MOUTH FOR ANYTHING UNRELATED TO PLEASE MY MASTER.

In the dimly lit room of the large mansion, the air was thick with anticipation and desire. The walls were adorned with leather straps, whips, and other tools of pleasure and pain. A heavy oak table dominated the center of the room, its smooth surface cold and unforgiving. Against one wall stood a tall, imposing St. Andrew’s cross, its arms extended invitingly. In the center of the room, I kneeled on the floor, head bowed respectfully. I had wore only a collar around my neck, a leather choker, and a tight pair of latex shorts.

My Master stood before me, towering over me. His presence was commanding, his voice deep and authoritative. He was dressed in an elegant tailored suit, his chest bare save for a leather harness that held a whip and a small vial of lubricant. His eyes scanned over me slowly, taking in my submission, my willingness to please.

“Are you ready