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Title of this video: Darren – Part 7
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Title of this video: Darren – Part 7
By Robmacz
I walked over to the door that Billy had told me to go to and went inside. There was a waiting room with several chairs and at one end of the room a small window with a grille and a woman in uniform sitting behind it. I walked up to the window and got out my surrender notice and placed it on the counter.
‘My name is Paul Waring, I’m due to surrender today.’
She stared at me blankly and took the paper, then tapped a few things into her computer. ‘Take a seat, you will be called shortly.’
I sat down–there was no one else in the room–and waited. The longer I waited the more nervous I became. I had left my watch at home at Billy’s suggestion, along with my phone and other personal belongings. There was a clock on the wall which was now showing 10:15. I wanted to get things moving; this waiting was becoming intolerable. What was keeping them? I checked the clock again. 10:22, nothing. The woman behind the counter was reading a magazine or newspaper or something, this was just another day for her. Then all of a sudden I heard a door swing open.
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By Taurus
“James, I -”
“I know, Master. If you’re looking for a place to live, come with me. I have a mansion I live alone in. It’s kind of sad, really.”
“What about after that? I can’t just rely on you.”
“I’ll think of something back at the company. Just wait for my good news.”
“I’m in your debt, my boy.”
“No. This is for everything you’ve given me. Now let’s go home, Master.”
The talk barely took a minute. James had everything planned from the moment Russell entered the door to the director’s office.
As they exited, Director Daniel was waiting.
By Joshua Ryan
Actually, it was like, two rooms, one for the workie and one for the shopper. On the shopper’s side of the room there were two or three nice comfy chairs and a nice wooden table, with something that looked like a big notebook or catalogue that was open on the top. Then there was a polished wooden barrier, about three feet high. Then there was a space. Then there was another kind of barrier. This one went from floor to ceiling and was made out of steel fencing. Yeah, the kind of thing they make fences out of. After that, you were in the workie’s room. Where I was. I don’t need to tell you that there wasn’t any furniture on my side of the room, unless you count the two cams hanging from the ceiling. The lack of furniture made it easier for me to pace up and down, waiting for someone—Mike!–to come through the door on the other side.
By the time he did, I was completely revved up. And he was looking his best. I always liked him in those long, loose sweaters. The drapery showed whatever muscles he had. Surprisingly, his new slacks were perfect. Despite my not picking them out for him.
“Mike!” I said, rushing to the fencing. “I’m SO glad to see you! And you’re right on time!”
By Bikermike
It had been several weeks since James had visited his erstwhile master Malcolm and had had fun in an outbuilding at his house near Bourne, Lincolnshire. They had exchanged e-mails regarding James re-visiting where this was to take place later on during the summer when he would be able to cross the Fens on his motorbike, dressed sexily in his black leather bike suit.
‘I will send you something in the post, boy.’ Was the simple message James received one day.
‘May I ask what it is Master?’ He replied.
‘Don’t be impertinent boy. There will be instructions contained therein.’
Two days later, the package arrived, having been left with one of James’ neighbours, while he was at work. Once indoors he ripped off the wrapping in his eagerness to find a steel chastity device, complete with two small padlocks, and with a typed note, which said
‘Fit this to your genitals boy and return the keys to me by return. I need to be satisfied that you have obeyed these instructions so I will require you to take a photograph of the device in place, which you will then e-mail to me.’
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