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“Thank you, Sir.”

He nodded. “Trust is earned going both ways. I want you a little more off kilter before I fuck you, so four strikes from an ordinary cane. Same rules — if you safeword withredyou’ll go into the cage for an hour, or you know the word if you’re ready to leave and not come back.”

“I do, Sir.” And I was tired of him telling me his rules on it, but no way was I going to actually say that part out loud. I appreciated his rules — they kept me from safewording just because it hurt, and that was how it should be.

This cane was nowhere near as bad as the other one had been, and yet, it was over the top of what I was certain were bruises from the earlier caning, so it was still rough. I survived them all without crying, though, and then his dick was at my asshole, with only the lube on the condom, though it was pretty slick so it’s possible he added more. Still, he didn’t put any in my asshole, and after squeezing the plug for so long, I wasreallytight, which made it hard to relax and let him in.

But in he came, pushing and shoving, opening me more and more andmore. I was firmly in place, bound secure on an unmovable device, so there was nothing I could do but just take it. He grabbed my arms for leverage, and I grunted rather than squealing. My first Master had enjoyed making me “squeal like a pig” when he fucked me, and there’d been contests between his top people, for who could make me squeal the loudest, or the most, or whatever else they could come up with. He’d called me his little piggy when he wanted to fuck me. “Lube that ass and c’mere little piggy.”

Why had I thought I was so in love with him? I had no idea, looking back, but at the time I was head over heels.

“Wherever your mind just went, come back, little Davy.”

How had he known I went somewhere else for a minute? His words brought me back though, and he shoved into me again, as if it were another reminder of who was up my ass.

“Sir. Yours! I’m yours, Sir!”

“No promises just yet, but I’m happy to hear the sentiment.” He pulled out a few inches and slammed back in, making it farther than he had before and stretching me wider. It burned, and hurt, and it wasperfect.

Before long, he was fucking me hard and fast with long strokes, and I quickly realized I was going to be wanting an orgasm through the whole thing, inches away from one, but not close enough to beg my new Sir for permission to orgasm. I hadn’t thought the threat about nothing touching my dick was a big deal — but my dick and balls were just hanging with nothing but air touching them, and I guess there’s usually some kind of friction and I hadn’t realized how important that was. When you’re leaned over a bed, there’s lots of pressure and friction from the mattress. When you’re on all fours, your balls are between your legs.

I can rarely orgasm when fucked on my back with my legs up and out. I always thought it was the position, but I was beginning to understand it was more about nothing touching my dick.

Sir fucked meforever, and then, instead of filling the condom in my ass, he pulled out and came all over my back, which was even more frustrating — feeling the heat of his jizz on my back when I needed to come in theworstsort of way, but wasn’t close enough to bring it up to my new Sir.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, slave.”

“I didn’t understand, Sir. Nothing touching my dick. I’m so damned close, but not close enough!”

“If you want to beg me to let you come, I’ll consider allowing it.”

“Please, Sir. I’m begging you,pleaseallow your humble slave an orgasm! I don’t deserve one, and I’m not worthy, but I beseech you topleaselet this slave come!Please!”

“Not bad for a first attempt. Not bad at all.”

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Will

Saying he isn’t worthy isn’t the same as saying he’s worthless. I’d have corrected his wording if he’d called himself worthless. From what I’d seen so far, little Davy was worth his weight in gold.

It didn’t take long to release him from the device and free his arms, and I took him to the mat with the humbler. I have a shiny steel mirror leaned against one of the walls, for when I want to force a slave to watch what’s happening to them, or to look in the mirror while I fuck their ass, and I tossed it onto the mat. “Kneel beside the mirror, facing it, and then go to hands and knees, so your hands are on it.”

It’s three feet by four feet, so it didn’t matter which direction he came at it. The goal was for him to jizz on the mirror, but he didn’t know that yet. The main thing was for him to be situated so he could watch where I got things from the cabinet, and he didn’t situation himself correctly for that.

“Gonna be hard for you to know where to put things away tomorrow up if you’re kneeling that direction.”

He crawled around the mirror and resituated so he could watch the cabinet, and I walked to it and removed a bit gag on a harness, and an anal hook.

Every submissive on the planet knows what comes next, and Davy’s expression told me he understood, too.

“Do you know from watching porn, or because you’ve experienced it?”

“Watching porn, Sir.”

The ball on this hook is bigger than the plug I’d had in him earlier, but after I fucked him, I figured it’d be easier to get into him. I put the bit gag in first and fastened the harness around his head. I bought it from a pony-girl company and it’s gorgeous, but mostly I needed something sturdy to use with the anal hook. I’m not into the whole pony-play thing.

As expected, it was only moderately difficult to get the hook in, though the noises Davy gave told me he felt every last inch of it.