This is my second story. Anyone can contact me as well. This story is all fiction. Any resemblance to people, places, or events is purely of my own imagination. This involves a male slave, so if that's not your thing, then don't read it. Please tell me any ideas and try to keep comments positive. I know I am NOT perfect but hatred will bitter your heart. :)
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I have set up a party to be held at my house this weekend. It is going to be filled with good food and strong drinks. It is on my favorite D/s site. I have ordered my slave boy to scrub every surface in my home. I keep him chastised while he cleans so I don't have to worry about him touching himself when I am not there to supervise. Naturally, I find fault in everything he does.
An hour before the party starts, my house is glistening clean. He is kneeling in the corner, which is where he is ordered to sleep.
Ding
He comes crawling, head bowed. He stops at my feet and kisses the toe of each foot to greet me.
"Yes, Mistress," he says meekly.
"Go clean yourself up and lie on the dining room table."
Ten minutes later, I hear him crawling on top of the table. My heels click off the marble floor as I approach him, each step seeming louder. I can't wait for what I have planned to happen. I am so excitedly nervous.
He tries to avoid looking at me as I approach but can't help but notice the gold key dangling between my large breasts.
"Spread your arms and legs. Hold onto the table legs with your hands and ankles."
Click. The lock turns on his belt and it opens up, freeing his cock and balls.