That’s the past. Gay sex Trembling, I asked, “Dinesh, is that you?” He slapped me again, sending me sprawling. I wished it were a dream, but it wasn’t. I was the managing director of this company, yet here I was, stripped bare and posed like a dog before my lowliest employee. I lowered myself as he instructed. What did he want? You’re not the MD anymore. I started with the chastity cage. I stashed the parcel in my locker and got back to my tasks. Now, you’re my sex slave. I didn’t want to cause a scene at work. You still see yourself as a rich, handsome jock. He did the same. What if they learned I was now a slave to a janitor? Are you really sitting in that chair like this?”I said, “Sorry, sir. What had I done to deserve this?Master barked, “Hey, doggy, come here.” I crawled toward him, and he yanked me closer by the chain attached to my nipple clamp.I gasped, “Yes, it’s so painful.
