By Miles Pierce
Jeremy hung there in the silent darkness. His breath had calmed but he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He swallowed repeatedly but the taste of his captor couldn’t be washed down. Jeremy was disturbed how he was almost comforted by the latex phallus in his mouth. It had already become familiar.
By Miles Pierce
The pulley system had taught him a painful lesson but it was just the first of his studies. He had taught himself to move through the pain but he couldn’t let himself completely touch the floor, the pain was too intense. Just as his exhausted muscles had finally given out and he resigned himself to the impossible pain, he felt a slack in the tug on his balls and he gingerly let himself fully rest on the floor.
The relief was enormous but he could still feel the dull ache in his testicles.
By slavebladeboi
The casual passerby would see only a large but unremarkable detached house. Set within the quiet cul-de-sac only a few hundred meters from the beach, it appeared the apotheosis of mundane suburban life. The Master had chosen the property when their relationship had become permanent. Although the slave had no input in the decision he nevertheless realized that he was an integral part of it.