I had been able to forget my situation when I was enjoying his big cock buried in my ass, but now I was starting to feel panic build again.
“Master, are you sure you need to do this? I pleaded with a waiver in my voice. “Wasn’t I a good submissive for you today? You don’t need to force me to service your big, beautiful cock, Master,” I said, trying to flatter him.
“You might be right, boy. The only problem for you is that I enjoy forcing men like you to be my obedient little slaves,” he said as he grabbed my chin, making me look into his eyes. “You might be a good submissive if I tell you to come back; you might get down on your knees and blow me if I met you somewhere; and you might even blow my friends if they were here right now. But with these videos, I know you will do all of that and so much more.”
Dropping my chin and leaning back, he said, “You should focus on being the best slave you can be instead of finding ways to get out from under my thumb. As long as you’re a good boy, it will all be fine,” he said with a condescending smirk. “Speaking of being a good boy, why don’t you recite your rules for me.”
Doing my best to hide my annoyance at being talked to like I was a child, I recited my new rules.
“This slave will always show proper respect to its superiors.”
“This slave will never lie to its superiors.”
“This slave will not use furniture unless given explicit permission.”
“This slave will obey orders given by its superiors within a reasonable amount of time.”
“Well done, boy. I’m impressed. I expected you to forget some of the wording after that hard fucking, but it appears you might have found your calling as my slave,” he said with a chuckle.
I just kept my eyes down, feeling my face burn again with embarrassment.
He let me sit there in silence until he was done going through my phone.
“Alright, all done. So this is what is going to happen. You will go home and tell your wife you met a great guy to play golf with, and tell her about how excited you are to play with me again,” he said with a smirk. “That will give us plenty of excuses for you to spend time fulfilling your true purpose in life as my slave. Obviously, when I text or call you, I expect you to respond in a timely manner. If I give an order and it’s not followed, you will provide a reason as to why and will be punished accordingly.”
He dropped the keys to the restraints in front of me. “Take those off and put them where you found them.”
I obeyed, lining them up on the coffee table and then settling down on my knees in front of him again. He motioned to the box of my stuff and said, “You are free to go.”
“What about the,” I hesitated, embarrassed. “What about the butt plug, Master?”
“Oh, I almost forgot. That’s yours now. You will wear it home and keep it in overnight. I expect a picture tomorrow morning. Now get down and kiss my feet and thank me for enslaving you, then you may go.”
Letting my shoulders droop at this newest humiliation, I obeyed, lowering my lips to the tops of his feet and kissing each one. “Thank you for enslaving me, Master.”
With that done, I hurriedly put my clothes on as he watched and got out of there, trying to ignore the feeling of the butt plug and his cum still in my ass.
Getting in my car, I took a deep breath and tried to wrap my head around what just happened. For the foreseeable future, I was going to be Tim’s slave, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I would need to lie to my wife as I snuck behind her back to serve as another man’s sex slave. As scary as that was, I could feel my cock start to stiffen at the possibilities of what my new master might make me do. With those thoughts in mind, I went home to lie to my wife.