A slave hard on doesn’t say, ‘I want to fuck!’ It says, ‘I’m so happy to be myself!’” He gave me that great little smile of His and then asked, “Tell me, slave, what’s my slave erection telling me? I saw Master walk into His garden shed.He soon came out holding a bundle of leather straps. Gay sex That’s easy for you to say now, but I wonder what this faggot will say tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. Just breathe peacefully.” And in quick succession he brought the cane down hard, first on the front of my right thigh, then my left, then my right again, until each thigh had taken 3 firm strikes. Just let it happen. Show me what’s mine. A being that seeks a Master. I feel turned on, but I’m not thinking about fucking or anything like that, Master. I look at you and I see nothing but a servant. I imagined yearning to hug Him, but not being able to in my place as His slave. It felt so refreshing. Nothing else. Be my work animal. It seeks to serve and can’t get enough of it. Why?I began to tremble a little as Master entered my stall and stood near me, His hand on His
