I Enter My Master's Service
This is a prequel, backstory to earlier post entitled Cock Discipline I knew within the first hour, and that without ever having even clearly seen his face, that I had at last found the Master I had been looking for. The road to the door of this man's house had been long and fraught with frustration, but as I crawled across the threshold of his home, naked and with my wrists and ankles cuffed, I was virtually certain I would find here the training and the introduction to real slavery that I...