There are times I am afraid. Gay sex And both he and I know it is right. It is the way it is meant to be. He deserves a slave. It is a scary and disheartening experience and it does not end until master sees the begging fear in my eyes.I have finished my work by 8am, and my place is – when finished – to wait for my master. He has. I am not even permitted to acknowledge that I have a cock or balls now – he says both are irrelevant to my life and should be forgotten about and ignored. The first, to wash his body by hand. Fully, carefully, reverently. My earlier life. They worship only the cock who owns them. When not in use, I am kept chained to the wall in the dark. What would my friends and family do if they knew my life now?But I stressed I needed it to be real. He has. I correspondended with him online and then we met when I returned on leave. I spent most of my three weeks’ leave serving him in the spring, then again in the summer.
