THE RULES HE SET FOR ME

#RULE 12: MY BODY BELONGS TO MY MASTER. I WILL NOT WITHHOLD ANY PART OF MY BODY FROM MY MASTER’S PLEASURE OR USE, INCLUDING MY ASSHOLE.

The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans. My body was stretched out on a cold, hard table, restrained in various ways: my wrists bound above my head, my ankles secured to the legs of the table. I could feel the cool air brushing against my bare skin, and the rough texture of the leather beneath me. I knew that this was the playroom, where I belonged to someone else, and that they could do whatever they wanted with me.

My Master stood before me, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow across the room. His hands gripped the hem of his black leather pants, slowly pulling them down to reveal his erect cock, already leaking pre-cum. He stepped forward, positioning himself between my spread legs, and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and rough. I cou