Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2020 21:30:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: terms and conditions 65 Remember donate to nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As always the feedback is appreciated. And if there is a Dom who would like to recreate some of the scene with me ... Stand, Jock off Legs open. Hands behind your back The tip of the riding crop worked its way round my body, first my chest, then my stomach, down along my thighs, my calves, my hamstrings, and buttocks, each tap getting harder. This culminated with a hard whack to my dick Thank you Boss I screamed. It was just over two months since I had arrived in Frankfurt. I had just returned from my fifth visit to Max's Studio. Each visit led to even heavier rings being placed in my nipples and dick, on my third visit, a guiche was also added to the mix, this had just healed enough for a larger ring to be inserted. Boss took great delight in a post visit inspection, Each inspection had seen the force behind the crop increase. That was fun Let's do it again. I closed my eyes and waited for the first tap of leather against my chest. A hard scream came out when it was directed straight at my dick. Then a second, third and fourth. I was fighting to keep the screams in, when Boss grabbed my jaw, and forced me to the floor. A sign that a Thank you was in order. Boss was wearing a pair of his cowboy boots, this required a special thank you . Boss would raise his foot onto his heel, I was expected to slide the tip of the boot in my mouth, and felate five times. Stand. Slave broke one of his rules this morning, before heading to Berlin for a week. This was an indication I was to be punished, I had still not worked out if these were true punishments due to Gunter's disobedience, and if Gunter was deliberately breaking a rule so that I would get punished, or if Boss was using it as an excuse to beat me. On average I would get forty whacks to my butt a day as punishment. The numerous other beatings Boss explained were a way of emphasising ownership. Over there, and bend over. He pointed to the arm of his leather arms chair. I walked over and I could hear the sliding noise of leather over leather. He was going to beat me with his belt. Countdown from Five, He commanded Five Boss Whack Four Boss Whack Three Boss Whack Two Boss Whack One Boss Nothing, I stayed motionless, my face planted firmly into the leather of the seat of the armchair. I felt his finger work its way down my spine to my taint, and back up, followed by a full palm doing the same journey. I breathed gently , at the gentle yet firm caress Whack Thank You Boss Ok go and have a nap. I fell to the floor, quickly kissed his boot and crawled to his bedroom, i had earned a pillow, underneath Master's old jock strap, I put it against my nose, i could no longer smell him, I turned over and fell asleep. My blanket was still wet. Gunter must have pissed on it whilst Boss and I were at Max's. I woke with a start, Boss was looming over me. A long thick cigar in his mouth, unlit. My dick twitched at the possibilities of what lay ahead. With Slave being away I have you all to myself. I've got all dressed especially. I looked and realised he was head to toe in the same leathers he wore in Pars. Knee length boots, a heavy codpiece on his trousers and a Langlitz jacket. But first I need to get you ready. He threw a bag to the floor, I was startled at the noise. It was clear it was heavy, and metal. Boss crouched down, and lifted out a collection of chains. Now where do I start? He withdrew a crop from his side, and tapped my balls. Here I think. But there is not much to work on. Get hard Was this an order to wank? The periods of chastity with Master, had meant that I had become used to not touching my dick except to wash it, or when instructed to get hard as part of the competitions Master set between his slaves. I started to wank, but my dick stayed soft. I tried to think of images that would get me hard, my back room exploits in the days when I was free, my sessions with Master, Boss in his leathers. But nothing worked, I began to panic. Boss picked up the chains and disappeared, Had I disappointed him, I was certain I'd be in for some punishment, I wanked some more, but no luck. Pig , in here I crawled out of the bedroom towards the noise. Boss was lying on the sofa,, he beckoned me with his finger. I crawled over and tapped the space between his legs, I moved my face ready to take his cock and suck. No Up, He sat the stood up, he lifted me up on to me feet , and still holding on to me firmly, he lay back down, Suddenly he started to play with my dick, slowly at first, , but the pace quickened. I was soon hard. He teased my piss slit the tip of his thumb gently massaging the inside. My dick felt as if it was on fire, and was the hardest and largest it had been in years. Then he stopped, Again Boss had brought me close or orgasm, so very close He pushed me away, Sit. I moved and sat on the sofa, the first time I had sat down on a chair like this for as long as I could remember. My dick was already starting to soften. He reached down to the bag, and took out a chain. In seconds he had attached a chain to the ring in my dick head. Stand, the other end was attached to the guiche. I'm not a fan of chastity cages, this is a far more fun way of controlling your pesky hard ons. I like seeing that little sausage of your harden, but I don't want it getting too large. Its two like too short to make a hard on like you just had comfortable He looked at me, raised an eyebrow and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. Thank you Boss. That's just the start . first dinner time.