Going out
It was a sunny Friday afternoon early in the summer. Warm outside but still not scorching hot. I was in the garden watering the plants when about 6pm I received a message from my lord, that he's on his way to come over.
I know he expects everything to be clean and this was such short notice! The house was a mess and I was dirty after gardening. I left the door unlocked, dropped my clothes at the door and hopped in the shower getting ready for him. I was still soaping myself when I heard the door downstairs. He didn't specify anything in the message how I should prepare myself, what I should be putting on, so I just quickly dried myself with a towel and went downstairs naked to greet him ("presented myself" as he calls it).
He was already sitting in the armchair, legs up on the ottoman and a wide grin on his face. "Hello Caramelo, nice to see you like that" - he said. "Nice to see you too my lord" - I replied while getting on my knees in front of him.
He nodded towards his feet. - "Take off my shoes"
I untied and carefully removed his shoes, set them on the side. Then removed his socks and placed them in the respective shoes. Since I didn't have any further instructions, I started gently massaging and licking his feet, I know he likes that a lot. I was just about to suck the toes and really getting into pleasuring him when he suddenly stopped me.
"I like what you're doing but we don't have time for this. Inspection!"
I immediately assumed the inspection pose. On my knees legs apart, hands on the head, elbows wide, nose to the sky, mouth open and tongue out. He stood up and walked around me, gently caressing my head. He stopped behind me and pulled my head onto his stomach.
"I like to see you obedient like this. You're a real slut Caramelo, you know that?" - he asked.
"Yes my lord" I mumbled my tongue still out.
Still holding my head back, he grabbed my tongue and started massaging it, making me drool. Then he slid his index finger in my mouth.
"Make it wet!"
I knew what's coming so I started sucking his finger until it was dripping of saliva.
"Spread your ass" - he ordered.
I lowered my hands on my butt cheeks and pulled them apart. He fucked my mouth a few times more with his finger and while still holding my head against him, with his other hand he reach back and slid his wet finger in my hole. Normally I'm very tight but I was so turned on, it went in with ease.
While still inside, he let go of my head and reached to the front to my cock, wiped the dripping precum. "Look, you're already making a mess! Open.." I opened my mouth and he smeared the precum on my tongue.
He removed his finger, slapped my butt and left to the washroom to wash his hands. "Go get dressed, we're going out" - he yelled from the washroom.
Not knowing what was on his mind and where we were going, I dressed up normally. Thongs, jeans and t-shirt. I was already putting my socks when he barged in the room.
"I want you to dress like the slut you are". "Jockstraps and tight jeans today".
"Yes my lord" - I replied, but since I was already dressed, I couldn't resist to ask "don't you rather like these thongs sir?"
When I saw his evil grin, I knew it was a mistake.
"Sure, leave them" - he said. He always says "to every action there's a reaction" and I knew he will punish me for this.
We put on our shoes and started heading out. As usual, before stepping out of the house we kissed behind the door. I felt his hands sliding down inside the back of my pants, grabbing my ass. First he squeezed my cheeks, then grabbed the string and yanked it up hard. I flinched and reached back feeling the string cutting into my crack.
"Hands up and hold steady" - he ordered. So there was no way out. I placed my hands on my head and waited while he meticulously dragged the thong up my crack and all around my waist. It was really cutting in everywhere and it was way above the waistline of my pants. If I was holding straight the t-shirt covered it but with every move the string became visible. I felt silly and humiliated but I knew I can only blame myself.
Aside the feeling that I was getting cut in half, the drive was uneventful. We parked the car and walked a few hundred meters hand in hand to one of the bars. I've never been here before but he obviously knew the place already.
Coming in from the street, it was really dark inside, took a while for my eyes to get used to it. The bar was on the left, some tables on the right. It was still early, looked like we are the only patrons so far. He dragged me to the back where there was a metal staircase. I followed him upstairs.
It was an interesting place with proper cells on the sides with metal bars up to the ceiling, like a prison really. A dog cage in the corner and a big half circle leather bed pushed right to the cell at the back. By now my eyes got used to the darkness. A dim light pointed at the bed lit the room. Everything looked clean, the cells lockable and real, washroom on the left. The bed was hard and looked fairly new, I could still smell the leather.
