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me and then his lips were at my ear. “You’re already hard for me. That’s very good.” I felt an involuntary shiver course through me at the sound of his voice. My nipples hardened and that sensation shot right down my chest and into my stomach.
    “Yes, sir,” I said, my voice breathless and excited.
    “I don’t like that,” he mused, walking around to stand in front of me. What didn’t he like? I hadn’t done anything wrong. “I don’t like „Sir’. I think you can earn the right to call me „Master’. What do you think?” he suggested. Grasping my hair, he tilted my face up until I was looking at him.
    “Yes, sir,” I repeated.
    “Good boy,” he said, releasing my hair. “You can start by removing my clothes.” I released my hands from the back of my neck and stood up. With trembling fingers, I began to unbutton his shirt, kissing the exposed skin reverently with each open button. As my lips ghosted over the sculpted planes of his stomach, I felt his intake of breath. When all of the buttons were undone, I slid the shirt off of his shoulders and let my fingers trace the lines down his muscled arms as I went to my knees before him. I felt his fingers in my hair and heard his soft moan as I kissed his stomach with tender open mouthed kisses. With my hands on his sides, I pulled him closer to me as my lips covered his navel. Reaching down, I unbuttoned his jeans and his fingers tightened in my hair as I pulled his pants down over his hips. My lips were on his thighs as I pushed his jeans to the floor, allowing him to step out of them. As I pressed my lips to his straining erection through his briefs, his hands went to my shoulders, gripping tightly as I licked the head through the material. My fingers caressed the backs of his legs while I reached up for the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down, I watched his cock spring from its confinement as I relieved him of the garment.
    Shocked at the driving need I felt to take him into my mouth, I licked my lips. He pulled back, as if he were tempted by the same thought I was, and ordered me to follow him. After I stood, he put his hands on my naked hips and turned me so that I was facing his bondage chair, the same type of chair that I had in my own playroom.
    “Bend over the seat and put your hands on the back of the chair,” he murmured in my ear. I reached out and grasped the back of the chair. Taking two lengths of rope, he tied my wrists into position leaving my legs unbound, but kicked my feet apart with his own, knew he wouldn’t whip me, not yet, as my skin was still much too sensitive for that. Idly I wondered what he had in mind. Then I felt his lips touch the back of my neck. I shivered and they moved slowly across my shoulders, grazing my skin very lightly, as he moved from side to side across my back moving lower with each pass. Finally dawning on me that he was kissing the marks on my back, my heart swelled. But as he moved lower, over my buttocks, a new feeling rose in me and I gripped the wooden chair under my hands as his lips trailed down the backs of my thighs. When he started to come back up and his lips pressed hard between my legs, I cried out. His forehead pressed against my buttocks and he licked and kissed my balls from behind; my cock aching as he sucked them lightly.
    “Please, sir. Please…Please…” I babbled incoherently, bending my knees to spread my legs wider apart, grinding myself against his face. Then he pulled away and stood, pressing his lips to my ear.
    “What is it that you want?” he asked, his voice shooting a current straight through to my cock as he continued to stroke between my legs with his hand.
    “Please, fuck me…please…I want to cum for you…” I added the „sir’ as an afterthought; any kind of „if it pleases you’ was just beyond me at this point. I watched him pick up a bottle of lube from a nearby shelf and then he nudged me slightly to the side. Ducking below my bound arms, he