The first man, who wants to make you his 'girlfriend'

Your ass is on fire and you are not thinking straight and you yell

“The first one”

The Black Master speaks out.

“The first one, that’s not very respectful, but let me get this clear..” He moves back in front of you and crouches. “You want to be a little girl, and you would like this nice man to make love to you, is that right”

You feel sick but nod

All the masters retreat into the shadows as the lights dim with the exception of your new master. You hear footsteps and loads of masked men rush in. The are bearing a bed, and a large trunk. You see new straps which disappear into the darkness being wrapped around you ankles and wrists, and then the men disappear as quickly as they appears.

You now have the illusion of being in a big room with just yourself and your new master who is walking toward you slowely.

He crouches in front of you and strokes your cheek gently

“Hello lover”

He releases the handcuffs and anklets, but before you react the straps are yanked and you are pulled into a stretch out star, stood up and helpless in front of this man.

He moves in front of you and runs the tips of his fingers down your chest. You quietly ask him to stop, plead with him to let you go, but he just gives a half smile.

His hand trails down over your stomach and to the waistband of your boxers. You are humiliated to find your dick growing hard as his fingers slowely stroke on the inside of the waistband, his finger tips now only a few centimetres from stroking the head of your growing penis.

He moves slowely behind you and you feel his body press agaist yours. You smell a sweet cologne, and are aware of his maleness brushing your ass. One part of your brain is screaming about how you could this is wrong, but the other is reacting wth the lust of your fantasies. You keep having flashbacks to your fantasies, and your passion is rising is rising. Your cock is trobbing now, beggin for release and you are breathing heavily.

The master is now behind you and he runs his hands around you, delicately over your chest and tummy in small circles. He leans forward and speaks to you

“At this moment I am sure you are feeling lust, and you are enjoying what I am doing. Myself and all the watchers out there know your fantasies, you described them in some detail, but I have a problem.”

He licks your earlobe, and then you feel him kiss your neck. You try to pull away as a part of you rebels and feels sick.

“I don’t want you to feel lust, I want to love YOU not the beast inside, so I am going to remove your lust”

You don’t know what he means until his hand starts to move down to the waist band of your boxers, and he hooks his thumbs in them. He slowely pulls them down, and you feel your cock spring into the air when it is realeased

“I am going to milk you my beautiful princess, and I am going to make you come. Then I will love you”

You feel ill. Whenever you had wanked yourself after your gay fantasies, they disappeared and you were left feeling disgusted with yourself as soon as you came. Now this man was going to treat you like his girlfriend, like his little whore when you WERE NOT lustful. You felt sick and pleaded with him not too, not sure what you were actully saying in your distress, his hand strayed down, his fingers of one hand starting to journey through your pubic hair, and the other stating to creap up one thigh towards your balls.