Leather Skin Biker

As the door opened, Mean Master was standing right there, waiting for my slave. I heard my slave say “What?” And then a bit of a scuffle. Mean Master launched right into the scene, demanding that my boy empty his pockets, offering up his debit card, credit card, driver’s license, everything. I heard the cards spill onto the floor. Then Mean Master told my slave to strip, and that he better do what he is told. At that point my boy isn’t saying much. I hear Mean Master getting my slave into the sling. It’s not clear whether he is fighting against Mean Master, but it sounds as though a bit of a struggle is ensuing. I got the impression that Mean Master was being pretty rough. Then Mean Master starts saying things to my boy.

First he tells him to lay still and flat in the sling. Next he says he’s going to take my slave’s hole. That’s pretty standard. But then things get kind of weird. Mean Master tells my boy that he has gotten rid of me and that he’s going to take him with home after he’s done fucking him. He was playing with my boy’s head, or trying to at least. Then Mean Master says to my boy that he thinks I’m a big pussy. He asks my boy what he doesn’t like about me. At that moment I was somewhat regretful that I was still in the house. I wasn’t sure what my boy was going to say, but I sure did like the question. Mean Master is very smart. I liked what he was doing and where he was taking my boy.

My slave did me proud with his answer. he said that he loved everything about me and that there was nothing he didn’t like. Mean Master pressed him. “There must be something you don’t like about your Master. Go on, tell me. If you don’t tell me I’m going to have to keep twisting your cock,” he said. I realized then that he was torturing my boy’s cock, twisting it by the Prince Albert. Ouch. I heard my boy shifting in the sling, then heard Mean Master telling him to lay flat. It sounded as though my boy were struggling. Then he told Mean Master “You can do whatever you want to me, I’m not going to say anything bad about my master. I love him.” I had no idea that Mean Master was going to take this approach. We had not discussed it or planned it this way. I admired him for it, though. And I felt very close to my slave after having heard him respond to Mean Master’s query. Even on pain of torture, my boy would say nothing against me. That really touched me deeply.

There wasn’t much more struggle after that. I learned later that my boy nearly kicked Mean Master in the face. He had really pushed my boy hard, and my boy was pissed. I heard Mean Master get off, pull out, and then heard him zip his jeans up and heard the door slam behind him as he left. In a few minutes I came back into the living room. I was close enough to the front door that I opened it and let it slam again, so my boy would think I had just come back in the house. I went over to my boy, who was still restrained in the sling. I asked him how it went. He started to cry, and related the whole experience back to me. He told me Mean Master had tried to get him to say bad things about me, and that he would not say anything against me. I held my slave, and told him that I was not surprised that he had defended me. I told my slave to shed no more tears over this, and that everything was fine. I reminded him that I love him, and that he is my most cherished possession.

This entry was posted on Saturday, May 17th, 2008 at 7:16 am and is filed under Dominance, Fucking, Power Imbalance, Psychological Control, Submission, Wrapped.