lookintomyeyesboy: “I’m yours, Master” That was all I could think of when the Man who ow
lookintomyeyesboy: “I’m yours, Master” That was all I could think of when the Man who owns me finally came to see me, after months of calls and texts and video sessions trancing me and slowly claiming complete control over me. “I’m yours, Master”. I knew what he liked and had done everything in my power to ensure He was pleased: waxing my chest, cutting my hair, wearing that small vest and leather pants… I even had painted the living room when he said the color was “okay”, and had quit smoking four months ago, enough for the smell to be gone. I knew what he deserved and made all i could to comply: After his call, I disconnected the phone to make sure we wouldn’t be disturbed, unlocked the door and waited for him standing in the middle of the hall. Now that he finally was here, his presence was so overwhelming I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I almost couldn’t breathe. His power over me was so complete and strong I almost could feel it on my skin, like warmth irradiating from him and taking me deep into servitude. All my body was shivering with anticipation at the possibility of serving him, of touching him and being used for his pleasure. My heart pounded like a machine gun inside my chest, my nipples were so hard they hurt, my back was covered with sweat, and my cock… oh, my cock…! I handed him the keys of the house and stood before him, not daring to look up and meet his glance, wanting more than anything to drop on my knees before him but unable to act unless I was told to. “I’m yours, Master. Please, I beg. let me serve you.” -- source link