The man who answered the door wore nothing but a pair of plaid shorts. Next he untied the rope secured to my breast harness. XNXX On both of my thighs he had written, “Master’s fucktoy”. Since the ball gag prevented me from speaking, I simply nodded my head. When he closed the door behind me, I turned and faced him obediently. I knew that, whatever Master may do to me, he would take care of me too. I could feel his cum dripping from my hole, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. My Master was lubing up my asshole. His fingers traced the words on my tits, my stomach and surrounding my sopping hole. Without another word, he yanked me by the cuffs down the hall and into a bedroom. In his hand was a thick black permanent marker. They both came inside me, and I thanked God I was on the pill. But instead, he held a pair of leather cuffs. He was not overly attractive, and he was much older than me, however it was not his image that appealed to me but the knowledge of what he could do to me.
