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I appreciate all your emails, even if I'm negligent in replying to them all. This tale is almost all fiction, but any London based Masters who think they could help recreate a scene or two would be most welcome.
By the way unlike Ed I like my slaves to scream when I'm hurting them, and there's nothing better than knowing that my dick is making a fag choke on my huge dick. So I'm expecting a lot of gagging noises later.
With that I heard his belt fly through the air just before it hit my arse he spoke again
Understand Whack
Yes Boss
He rubbed my right butt cheek with his hand, the warm leather merging with the heat of the first of what I expected to be many beatings.
Another ten beatings with the belt followed each one elicited a louder noise, the first two loud intakes of breath, then a couple of grunts, then a series of screams. The last accompanied with a blood curdling shout of fuck.
You're learning.
He waved a riding crop in front of my face.
Show it some respect, he said as it moved closer to my face, i pursed my lips and kissed the length of what in a few seconds would be another instrument of torture.
Ten quick whacks, and it was over I could feel the tear start running down my cheeks as the flesh on my buttocks began to burn.
Again he massaged them, and still holding on the side of the hotel table I felt them being parted, I braced myself for what was coming next and was shocked to feel the cold wet sensation of his tongue as it slowly licked the opening of my hole. As it was invaded further My mind could only think if that's how big his tongue felt inside, what would his dick be like.
I felt the tongue withdraw only to be quickly replaced by two fingers, stretching my hole even more.
After some five minutes, my hole began to feel sore, and as he withdrew his fingers I noticed that my hole did not close. I felt his hot breath against my face as his right hand came up against my warm as he began to stroke my face, slowly moving is hand to my mouth,
Suck
I cleaned my arse juice off his gloved hand, as I did I heard the sound of a zip being undone,
My first fuck usually goes in dry, but that's such a lovely tight hole, I though a bit if self lubricant was needed. Ready?
Yes Boss.
I felt his dick enter me, and braced myself for a hard fuck. Instead he just pressed against me his thick dick sitting inside me almost motionless. His hands, covering my mouth
He leaned in closer. And whispered.
Surprise,
I suddenly felt my inside fill with liquid. He was having a piss. He pressed against me for a few minutes as he continued to empty his bladder, his dick slowly deflating
Clench, don't let it out.
He slowly withdrew. My hole was simultaneously empty and full. He pulled me up so I stood straight and lifted me above his shoulder, carrying me into his bathroom.
He sat me on the bidet.
Don't let it go yet,
He pointed his dick at me and let another stream hit me; it cascaded down my chest into the bowl below.
Relax. Empty?
Yes Boss.
Stand I stood, and he turned me round. Look. Nothing else just look
He left me, and I heard the room door close .
I was on my knees looking at the bowl of Boss's piss for a good twenty minutes. My knees were beginning to stiffen.
Finally I heard it open again. I heard Boss's voice.
In there.
Two pairs if black trousers stood either side of me, I looked up, and it was two of the hotel staff who served Master his breakfast the day before.
Thought it might need topping up, said Boss. I watched as the two young men emptied their bladders into the bidet bowl.
Silently they zipped up and left.
Alone again, just you and I, Master and slave.
He pushed me down, and forced my face into the pool of poss that lay in the bidet.
Drink I gingerly stuck out my tongue and slurped .
Not like that. He pushed my face right in, before lifting it out again. Prove to me that you're a pig. I want to hear grunts of contentment
I look a larger mouth full grunted, and followed by a contented Oink, as a mix of piss, and arse juice worked its way down my gullet