Gay nipple torture stories
Masters torture toy.
My name is Steven I am 27 I have no occupation and now lived with my sadistic Master I was not gay and very much hated this life.
I was kidnapped while walking home from my friends one day, I walked into a ally to take a shortcut then remember a pointed pain in my head then everything went black.
Now I was hogtied in the middle of the living room floor, where Master had left me over an hour ago.
He was out walking his dogs, while all I could do was lay there in the strict tie hoping he would be in a greater mood upon returning.
Even when Master was in a good mood I suffered simply for his amusement and when he was ticked off boy did I regret it.
I lay crying through the soaked boxer shorts Master had forced into my mouth, taped heavily in place dreading Master returning.
After laying there for what seemed an eternity but must of only been half an hour more, Master walked in.
Master walked in and just walked straight past me as if I wasn't even there, going into the kitchen and making sure his dogs had fresh sustenance and water. I understand Master cared for the dogs more than
My Curiosity Got Me In Trouble
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"Do you
Yearly Physical Ch. 03
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