‘Please, Sir,’ he begged, pleading in his eyes as his fingers clenched behind his back.‘I’ve done

‘Please, Sir,’ he begged, pleading in his eyes as his fingers clenched behind his back. ‘I’ve done all my chores. Please, Sir.’ ‘As shoddily as you dusted yesterday, boy?’ I answered, sipping the cocktail he had freshly made. ‘You already know you had seven days added. Do you want another week added for your attitude, boy?’ ‘But, Sir… it’s been three months. Just an hour. Let me out of the cage, Sir. Please. I’ll do anything.’ I leaned back in the chair, watching my tuxedoed boy squirm as he pleaded. I pondered. His face was red, almost shaking with desperation and need. But he never moved from his ordered position. My boy servant, all dressed up to the nines in his bow tie, concealing a cock cage underneath. I was reminded of his potential. ‘Tell you what, boy, remind me of rule two,’ I said, gently loosening my tie, pulling it off, and beginning to unbutton my shirt. ‘I-if I fail to follow an instruction properly, I will be punished Sir,’ he replied. I grinned. ‘And rule three?’ I said, revealing my chest. ‘If I fail to have a servile and obedient attitude, I will be punished Sir,’ he said, breathing heavily. He knew where this was going. ‘And fuck it, boy, tell me rule one,’ I added, pulling down my trousers and underwear as my cock popped up hard and awaiting a mouth. He paused. Slowly, he moved to speak. Barely any words came out. He was lost, between wanting to suck my cock and to finally have some form of release. At this point, it didn’t matter if it was a ruined orgasm, it was too much. ‘If I fail to wear my uniform as instructed, I will be punished Sir,’ he finally said. His eyes didn’t leave my cock. Maybe his attitude was improving. ‘So I am left with a conundrum boy. A cock cage and a tuxedo is your uniform. If you’re no longer wearing the cage, then you’re not wearing your uniform correctly boy. Then I am going to have to punish you again. And I know you don’t want to get punished boy, do you?’ He gulped. ‘N-no Sir, But…oh god Sir, forget it, forget I said anything. Please Sir. Let me suck it Sir.’ ‘And it also seems to me you need work on the other two rules as well boy,’ I said. ‘Perhaps it’s best we re-started your training boy. And we began with day one.’ ‘No Sir, I’m sorry Sir! Please don’t Sir! I won’t mention the cage again! I’ll be good, I promise,’ he begged. ‘Shoes and socks off,’ I said, gesturing down, as I gently stroke my cock. It was good to see his submission. ‘Immediately.’ Jumping to his knees, he unlaced my black leather shoes and removed my socks. ‘Good boys get to suck Master’s cock,’ I said, quickening the pace of my strokes. ‘You’ve just started your training boy, it’s only day one after all. You just need to learn how to make your Master feel good, even if it’s just my big toe.’ He looked shocked. ‘Go on boy,’ I said, as he eventually succumbed. He sighed, and said: ‘Yes, Sir…’ His expression said it all: he should have never asked. As I came, cum cooling on my chest and stomach, I relaxed as I felt his tongue lapping at my toe. Eventually he will be broken. Eventually, he’ll never ask again about orgasm and grow to accept that cage is never coming off. And then, eventually, he will have finally learned to be a good servant boy. It would have to wait though. First things first, I needed another cocktail. -- source link

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