Returning home from my most recent adventure at Master Ahmed's palaticial estate was relaxing, if only momentarily. My answering machine was flashing and my initial instinct was to delete the message without hearing it, but curiousity got the better of me and I pushed the button. The voice was instantly recognizable as that of Master Billy. In the message, he said he heard about Ahmed's untimely death and wanted to meet with me to explain and apologize for dealing me to Ahmed. He mentioned a date and place two weeks hence and said he hoped I would see him there. Two weeks passed quickly and against my better judgment, there I was, on my way to meet my former Master, dressed sharply in a jacket and tie outfit I knew he would like. Waiting in the hotel bar was agonizing and exciting. I was still somewhat angry with him but I was also undeniably curoius and hot to see him again. When he arrived, he smiled widely as he shook my hand and began to ply my better sensibilities with his smooth seductiveness. He apologized for his bad behavior and told me that he realized how important I was to him and how he needed me in his life badly. Begging me for my forgiveness made him seem sexier than ever, so needy and vulnerable that I melted and forgave. Soon we were riding the hotel elevator to his room, holding hands, as he pecked my cheek and neck with light kisses. After being in his room for a while, he had seduced me thoroughly, stripped me nude and was wiping to tip of his erect cock along my lips and mouth. He asked me if I wanted to resume my duties as his Boy and I nodded yes as I opened my mouth to receive his member. He moaned with delight as I sucked and licked his beautiful erection in the ways I knew he would like. His lovely cock throbbed and pulsed, red-hot with his desire for me as it slid in and out of my warm, wet, and willing mouth. He held my head in his hands as he began to cum, as if I would pull away, and shot wad after wad of his sweet hot load into my throat. We laid on the bed for some time afterwards, his flaccid dick dripping occasionally as I suckled at it softly as a babe on its mother's teat. He stroked my hair and face while telling me how wonderful I was, and how much he loved me. I began to lick and fondle his balls generously and soon his tool began to rise once more. He asked if he could tie me up this time before I pleasured him and I assented. His ropesmanship skills were still in top form as he bound me securely, hands behind my back, around my torso, through my crotch, around and through my ass cheeks and around each leg and ankle. Once I was completely bound, he sucked my tits and cock forcefully before sliding his dick into my obediant mouth once more. He took photos and video of my helplessness, and some of me blowing him. After he came again, he lifted me by my bonds and led me to the shower tugging my by my nipples as a leash. In the shower stall, I knelt and received his hot piss stream willingly before he untied me and we showered together. He helped me to redress myself and as I prepared to leave, he asked me if we could have Master John join our love-play next time and I agreed. This was a fresh start, hot and horny, and I anticipated our next discipline encounter with my throbbing hard cock pulsating in my pants. Until next time, love Heywood.