Leather Master

I'm always way home before he is. Our relationship, which has evolved over time, has morphed into one I love.

I found a happy balance between my work and my personal business, and settled with a man who treats me so well.

We started out talking as friends, eventually I got up some courage and kissed him, he kissed back, "I've been hoping for this boy."

It didn't take long before I was strutting around his house, naked, except for a thick leather collar and leather jockstrap. He prefers his boy naked, I drip precum all over, making a mess, so the jockstrap contains it.

When he pulls the pouch, he always has me clean out the pouch with my tongue, then he'll replace it.

Currently, I get hole before him almost all the time. I always strip to out of my "normal" clothes, and into my jockstrap. I only wear the thick collar when he puts it on me. Instead, I have on a chain collar with a little tag that joins it, "Daddy's boy."

I know what's expected of me, so I get to some household chores. I set up what I know he likes to drink for when he gets home, I set up his favorite cigar that I always keep stocked for him.

I move around the house, my phone blasting my favorite music as I start taking care of laundry.

I have the music so loud that I don't hear him come home, until he's behind me, he wraps his arms around me, "holy fuck!" I shout .

He laughs, "Sorry boy, you just looked so sexy, I had to get my arms around you." He nuzzles into my neck, planting soft kisses as I put the folded pants on the table.

Leaning into him, putting my hands behind me to feel his crotch in his suit.

"Uh, uh, boy." He says as he pushes my wrists up to the middle of my back.

I hold my wrists, letting him explore my body, he pulls the pouch off me, putting up against my face, holding it there as I lick the precum.

"Don't let that fall boy."

I grip it with my teeth, holding it in place, he pushes me over the table, and lines up his cock that he's pulled from his pants.

He grabs the lube, we keep some in every room, he slicks himself up and pushes into my always willing and open hole.

He slides deep inside me, "I'm so lucky," he whispers in my ear, "I get to fuck this hole bare, whenever I want to."

"Yes Sir, my holes are for your thick cum, breed your boy hole Sir."

He growls in my ear, my dirty talk revs his engine, he's thrusting short bursts in my hole until he unloads his cum inside me.

He pulls from me, and quickly shoves a plug inside, "get back to this laundry boy, I'm going to go change."

"Yes Sir."

An hour later and I'm in front of my glorious man, he's wearing his tight chaps and boots, gloves, and he's tightening the strings on the leather cock sucking hood. It has no eye holes because I don't need them.

"Turn around, slave boy."

The thick leather collar goes on, my hands have already been restrained behind me. I lean down as expected and find his hard cock.

I start deepthroating his cock as I've trained to do, he's enjoying his cigar, I assume, and his drink while I slowly pump his cock down my throat.

I knew this is how the evening would go, it usually happens this way. He comes home, and fucks me in whatever room he finds me in, then I spend two hours giving him sloppy head until he unloads in my throat.

He'll then pick me up and throw me over his shoulder and carry me to the bedroom. Sometimes he likes to jerk my off and feed my cum to me, other times he'll just lie me down.

He lays me on the bed, removing my restraints, but tying them to my thighs and then tying my ankles together.

Tonight was not an orgasm night, he lied down next to me, snuggled up close to me as I was immobile and he soon started snoring.

I closed my eyes and attempted to sleep myself, we both had to work tomorrow.

As sweet as this might sound, the beginning of this story wasn't as sweet.