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As he heard the Master's footsteps on the stairs, he tensed, straightening his back and spreading his legs further. I was really scared.

Slowly that damn bucket was filling ... I knew that this was the Master/slave game, but I didn't remember telling him that I wanted to play it that way. He couldn't remember the last time he had been permitted to cum.

His nose was in my pubes. He was genuinely perfect.

"That said, I only enjoy inflicting pain when it is combined with pleasure and I don't enjoy activities that might cause bruising, draw blood, or would simply cause pain for the sake of pain. They had always been one of his most sensitive spots and the Master knew it. Though his hair was relatively short, it looked as though he'd just come in from a day at the beach and given up trying to tame it.

After the water was expelled, my belly felt relieved, but not for long! He held it at my sphincter right at the fat part. And, it's about learning to apply what is learned about oneself to all aspects of life. He looked inquisitively around the room, seeming a bit nervous, but trying his best to keep his composure. I was gonna pass out!

"Ultimately, this experience is about learning to connect, and to let go."

"S&M can also mean there is a Slave / Master dynamic at play. He drank until the bottle was empty and the Master pulled it away. He quickly pulled off my cock.

"Ok slave ... Did he intend to pull them all the way off?! Engaging with someone else in an intimate way with a clearly defined power dynamic can be an incredibly liberating experience for both partners.

"I don't know why."

He grinned as I continued.

The gag was working.

Kneeling in front of me, he started to tie a rope around my nuts. "I like tomatoes, salsa, pasta sauce. "All of those things are indeed true. when the pain shot though my body, all my muscles would tense up, including my ass rig.