I knelt in the corner for several more minutes until he walked over and roughly pulled me to my feet with the leash. Once I was standing, he pulled the plug out of my sore ass before removing the clamps on my nipples and the cuffs from my wrists, but leaving the gag in place. […]
I had no idea why I was being summoned back to the hotel room where I had done a plumbing repair earlier that day. I knocked on the door and an older man–probably in his late 60s, short, but stocky–answered and told me to come in. “Is there a problem with the plumbing?” I asked […]
My Master had been out of town for nearly a week when he called. “Cancel any plans you have tonight,” he said, quite directly, “I have something for you to do.”
“Yes, Master.” I answered, knowing that I had no plans to cancel anyway.