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An erotic work of fiction by Richard Belfry

I look at the clock as I hear a car pull into the driveway. Oh shit I lost track of the time, the Master is home already. Good thing dinner is almost ready otherwise I’d be some real trouble. I rush to the door from the garage and assume my position, kneeling and looking at the floor. The door opens and in comes the Master, taking off his coat as he enters. I rise to my feet taking the coat and hanging it in the closet. I then return and drop to my knees in front of him. He looks down at me, pats the top of my head. He then leans down, putting his hand on my chin and gently lifting my face, kisses me on the lips.

“Hello Boy, Glad to have me home?”

“Oh yes Sir, always glad when you return home” I answer him.

He smiles at me and moves to one of the chairs and sits down. I crawl over and kneel back down in front of him. I lift up one of his booted feet and proceed to undo the laces. After I get it loosened it and removed it I work on the second boot. I put the boots beside the door for polishing later.

Master then stands up and moves into the study, as he always does after work. I know he will spend the next half hour of so on the computer while I finish dinner. I return to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner and setting the dining table. After it is set and the food is on the table I go to the study.

“Sir, dinner is ready” I say as I bow at the door, master likes that, just as if he is an ancient Samurai or something

“Thank you, Boy” he answers.

He gets up and goes to the dining room to eat, I eat in the kitchen as is my place. When he finishes his meal and goes to the “family room” to watch some television I proceed to clear the table and wash all the dishes. We have a dishwasher, but Master doesn’t allow me to use it unless I am cleaning up after one of his dinner parties.

I then join him in the other room and sit on the cushion on the floor beside his armchair as is my position. He reaches down and rubs my hair, gently. It feels so nice and loving that I almost start to “purr”. This goes on for about an hour toroslar escort or so, until the Master has seen enough television.

Master stands up and stretches, and then proceeds to move towards the basement door, I wait on my cushion till he tells me to follow and when he does I get up and follow him downstairs to the “dungeon”. I stand at the bottom of the stairs as he goes into the curtained area in the corner to change. When he comes out he is wearing leather jockstrap, leather harness, leather gloves and another pair of boots. He looks so fucking hot.

He moves to the row of hooks hanging from the peg board on the wall. He stands there looking at the rows of toys, trying to decide what he wants to use. During all this I continue to stand at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to see what he decides will be the fun for tonight. He stands there looking at his toys for what seems to be forever. He finally nods and reaches up grabs his “utility belt” which is a wide leather belt with D-rings and Carabineers attached to it. As he puts it around his waist I know I am in for a long night. The belt holds multiple tools, and he will probably use all of them. He then picks a leather flogger, a leather slapper, a wooden paddle.

Master then turns to me and tells me to strip and stands there with a smile on his face as I take my clothes off. When I am naked he comes across with a leash and collar in his hand, he must have grabbed it while I was stripping. He places the collar around my neck, tight, but not too tight. He then takes the leash and leads me across the room to the St Andrew Cross in the center of the room. I assume the usual position, wrap my arms around the center and hug the cross. This is my Master’s favourite position for me gives him full access to my back and my arms are out of the way. I like this one because it doesn’t expose the bones on my back.

He unclips the slapper from his belt and starts working on my back, warming up the muscles of my back. Slap and slap, gentle at first, working up in intensity as he continues. They tosya escort get harder and faster. He covers all of my upper back and shoulders. I feel the skin starting to warm up.

When he feels I am warmed up enough he replaces the slapper onto his belt and unclips the flogger. He starts off gently sliding the ends of the flogger across my back, it almost tickles. He continues this for awhile, lulling me almost to sleep. Then when I least expect it, he hits me with a harder whack with the flogger. My knees almost buckle from the shock.

The strikes from the flogger continue in intensity until they are hard and fast. They strike from the left, then the right. Back and forth. Strike after strike. I can feel the welts start to form on my back. The strikes are hard, but never too hard. Master knows well my limits, pushing them but never crossing them. Occasionally he will give me a medium whack across the ass just to shake things up. These always surprise me, but in a good way. I love it when he works over my ass.

After about ten minutes of flogging he clips the flogger back on his belt and takes the slapper off again. He starts to hit my back with it again. It hurts like hell as he whacks it across the welts the flogger left. But after awhile the pain ceases and starts to feel good again. I feel the blood flow start in my back again.

After he has worked over my back for awhile he stops and I feel him move close. I feel the coolness of his gloved hand across my back. It feels terrific as he strokes and rubs his hand along my spine and the muscles of my back. I then feel his lips on my neck, he starts laying light kisses from my ear, down my neck and across my shoulders. It feels so gentle compared to the flogging I had just received. This is where my Master shows me just how much he really loves me. He doesn’t say it much, but he shows me all the time.

After the kisses are done on both sides of my neck and shoulders he takes hold of the leash still around my neck and leads me over to the padded bench at the other end of the room and orders trabzon escort me into position. I am now on my stomach on the bench with my ass in the air. I startle at the first whack of the wooden paddle across my left ass cheek. Then it strikes the right one. Back and forth and harder and harder. Cheek after cheek. This is my favourite play, one that Master holds back for only those nights that I was especially good. Like I said I love getting my ass worked over. The strikes from the paddle feel so good. I know my ass will soon be as red as my back is. When my ass gets to a glowing red color, Master returns the paddle to his belt and moves to the front of the bench.

With me still lying on my stomach he places his left foot on the bench in front of my face. I lower my head and kiss the top of the boot. I then start to lick the boot all over. Watching me give his boots a good licking is one of Master’s favourite pastimes. Some nights he will have me do for hours. I finish licking it all over; he moves it out and brings up the right boot. I give it my attention, licking it all over as well. When I have finished he lowers the boot. Grabbing the lease he directs me to sit up.

After I sit up he leans over and plants a big kiss on my lips. It is one hot fucking kiss that feels like it goes on forever. There are no tongue just lips on lips. When he breaks the kiss and stands up, he puts his hand on my head and messes my hair. I hate when he does that, and he knows it. He laughs!

“Such a good boy you are!” he tells me.

“Thank you Master!” I answer.

“Now why don’t you go get cleaned up before we go to bed.” he says to me.

“But Sir, I have to clean your boots upstairs?” I ask.

“They can wait till tomorrow night, go shower, and get to bed, we can play more up there.” he says.

I can’t help but grin, Master doesn’t like to have sex in the dungeon, prefer the bedroom. Sex is always more like making love, more loving then our sessions down here.

“Yes sir, thank you Sir!” I say excitedly.

As I get up and move to the stairs to gather my clothes, he gives one last slap across my already tender ass. The startle it gives me makes him burst out in laughter. I know better than to rub my ass that would make it worse next time, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I gather my clothes and head up the stairs looking forward to what is going to happen upstairs. This is just the start of a great night.

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