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...

I continued to kneel, eyes downcast, his cock and balls filling my entire field of view. I noticed he had become harder, from the friction of his cock over my face no doubt, but even more, I was certain, from the pleasure of literally rubbing my face in my submission. My suffering, whether it be enduring the physical punishment he had recently dealt out, or as now, having my very manhood mocked and challenged, was an unal...