CRUISING with my MASTER

Bitch, put on your best clothes, I have a surprise for you tonight.

If I loved him, I said, quite nervous.

It had been a few months since we last saw each other. He had a partner and we were more distant, but that didn't stop me from getting excited just by seeing him write to me. I wasn't even able to ask him where we were going. He commanded so much respect when speaking to him that it always left me blocked. Something like that had never happened to me with anyone else.

Some time passed and I received another message from him: - I want you ready at 20:30. I'll come to pick you up.

Ok, thanks, I said.

When he said the best clothes, he meant a jockstrap. He didn't care much about clothes, and I decided to wear shorts, a slightly tight t-shirt, and sneakers, and of course, a jockstrap.

The afternoon was endless. The minutes wouldn't pass. Finally, 20:20, and I went down to the front door of my house.

20:35, he appeared. I hated it when he was made to wait, and it seemed strange to me that he arrived 5 minutes late, considering how punctual and obsessed he had been with that topic since I met him. I got nervous because something was happening…

He appeared in an SUV-type car with a fairly large trunk. He always came on a motorcycle.

"Get in, girl. Let's go for a ride."

Can I get in the front, I asked?

Of course, get in. I did, and I approached him to give him a hug. I always did. For me, he was someone important and superior. He rejected my hug.

Close the door.

The next few minutes were endless. I had no option to say anything. I lowered my head and waited.

After a while, he slapped me in the face so hard that I think it could be heard throughout the city.

You know how you should address me, and this morning you didn't know, or what, dog?

I hadn't answered with the word "Master". I fell immediately.

Sorry, Master, I said, and he stopped as soon as he could. I was extremely excited from the first second. Even when I was waiting for him, I was already erect and staining the white jockstrap that I knew he liked. I felt the moisture between my legs. I was afraid it would spread to my pants.

He turned towards the back seat, telling me while: - Unzip yourself.

He had brought a device he called a "cock cage", a chastity cage. It was tiny. My cock wasn't going to fit in there. It was almost 20 cm long, dripping profusely, and it seemed like I was coming.

He grabbed my balls with one hand and almost bent my cock with the other until the pain managed to reduce my excitement a bit. He started to put the cage on me, not without causing me a lot of pain. I don't know how, but he managed to put it on me. It hurt me a lot. I felt the pressure of the glans on the metal cage. I felt how it stretched my swollen balls. A pain rose to my stomach. Even so, I was grateful. He started the car...