I’d met him at the bar. A studly man who oozed confidence. As the night progressed and I whisp
I’d met him at the bar. A studly man who oozed confidence. As the night progressed and I whispered in his ear above the music of the bar, that confidence slowly became compliance as he melted into my commanding words. Now, here he is before me. The morning after the night before. Begging me to fuck him again as he calls me “Master”. No recollection of himself. Only a recollection that he has always and will always be my empty headed Bull Slave. Time for his…milking. -- source link