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How i became a real cake for master's birthday
Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Baholo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
I think he was my age or 2 or maybe 3 years older, so he was not a threat. It was just a matter of time before I noticed that he was Master’s male student and I was for his assignment. He appeared to be a well behaved gentleman with no intimidating voice or eyes. What made it hard was the fact that it was my Master's birthday and I didn’t want to let him down in any way and not in front of a young man who respected him. I didn’t want to look like an immature brat no matter what. I know the rules. I know them well, but I was not sure how to apply them. Again, I'm playful when expected to be serious, but that doesn't mean that I am not attentive. I didn’t know this man; I didn’t know what he knew about me. I didn't know what he expected from me and I simply didn't want to ask what was expected from me. All I had to remember was everything I was taught from 2012 and behave in a way Sir would be pleased. He summoned me towards him and I knelt in front of him at the instruction of Sir in the bedroom. Naked in front of someone I never met and uncomfortable, sweating as if I was boiling, extremely uncomfortably. I wish I bathed before his arrival just to calm down and boost my inner confidence, but there I was, shamefully exposed with the sweat and all the results of the butt plug fucking me hard earlier. My nipples were burning and he kept on brushing them. Those nipple rings should be used for punishment, not for pleasure. They tortured my nipples, but he kept on apologising when ...