How I Became My Master’s Permanent Male Chastity Slave
A young slave begins his life living in lifelong chastity, learning to please his master.
Master L knew exactly what he wanted. He didn’t even delay things by setting up a date at a restaurant or the movies. He gave me his address and told me to meet him there in three days, at noon, wearing my laciest and frilliest pair of underwear.
Three days later, I was there. He lived in a luxurious penthouse apartment in one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city. Even in my nice suit and pink tie, I felt underdressed. Only the pale pink silk underwear decorated with frills, hidden beneath the layers of my outfit, felt fancy enough for this environment.
That turned out to be a good thing. I had barely entered the living room of his huge apartment when Master L commanded me to strip down to my underwear. I hurriedly complied.
“Acceptable,” he said with a lecherous glance at the frilly pink panties.
“Thank you, Sir,” I responded, instantly slipping into my role as his slave and submissive.
While I was only in my underwear, Master L was still fully dressed. Not that that meant he didn’t make an erotic picture to look at…because he most certainly did. He was wearing a tight button-up shirt in a deep crimson red and perfectly cut black slacks. I could see his every muscle clearly defined through the thin fabric. When he turned around to close the blinds on the living room windows, I could see that his ass was firm enough to rival a porn star’s.
“Did I say you could look, slave?” he growled. His commanding voice sent shivers down my spine.
I shook my head. “No Sir.”
His only response was another order: “Get on your knees”. Of course, I obeyed instantly.
The room wasn’t carpeted. Within seconds, my knees were in pain. But I didn’t move.
Master L stalked around me, moving in small, tight circles as he observed every part of me like I was a prize-winning cow. He roughly grasped my chin with his tanned, calloused fingers and pushed my head from side to side. He ran his hands up my thin arms and legs and over the flat planes of my stomach. He tugged on my blonde curls and I had to try not to mewl with arousal. This drew a low, dangerous chuckle from his lips. I wondered for the first time if I might be in over my head.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of examining the rest of my body, Master L placed a single finger on the wet spot that had formed on the front of my panties. He smirked, clearly knowing that it was his touches and his commands that had caused the spot to appear in the first place.
“You follow orders well, slave,” Master L told me, and a flush of pride ran through my body at the compliment. However, he immediately followed it up with a reprimand: “But your cock doesn’t.”
Without warning, he reared back and struck one of my silk-covered ass cheeks with his bare hand. “Did I say you could get hard, slave?”
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