Master in Training 4

-Master, please take the cage off me… please, I’m begging you- Luis repeated over and over, kneeling in my living room… we both knew I wouldn’t take it off, he understood that begging me was useless… even so, he was there kneeling in the living room, with his hands behind him, completely naked, moving his pelvis in complete agony.

I liked seeing his pleading face, I liked seeing his body tremble with anxiety, I liked seeing his caged cock and feeling his key hanging from a little chain around my neck… I liked feeling power over him, feeling that I could extend my hand and give him the key… feeling that his pleasure was in my power.

Four days had passed since that incident in the car. He had barely spent a couple of hours in chastity when I called him on the phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“I’m watching TV,” he replied.

“I thought you were jerking off,” I said, laughing.

“You’re mean,” he told me.

“I am going to jerk off, I’m pulling down my boxers right now,” I told him as I pulled my boxers down to my ankles and sat in my living room to enjoy my free cock.

“If you want me to come over, I will,” he said. We live a few blocks apart, which is why we coincided at the gym.

“No,” I told him, “over the phone is fine.” I imagined him anxiously touching the cage and I got turned on; my cock got rock hard in my hand.

“Whatever you say,” he told me in a deliciously submissive tone, “you’re in charge.”

“Tell me more,” I ordered him. “Tell me what you’re going to do as my slave starting tomorrow.”

“I’m going to suck it for as long as you want,” he replied, and I laughed.

“You already did that before you told me you wanted to be my slave,” I answered, masturbating slowly, feeling my cock free, knowing that his was caged and that I had the key made me feel that my cock, besides being free, was “powerful.”

“I’m going to give you my ass,” he said, “give it to you every time you order me to.”

I laughed again. “You already did that before you were my slave,” I told him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to let yourself be whipped either, because you already did that too and… well… actually, you can’t offer me your ass, because that ass is already mine… I’m your Master, remember?”

I heard him shudder on the phone when he said, “Ufff yes, Master, you’re absolutely right.”

“So?” I said without stopping masturbating. “What do you offer me as a slave?”

“My total obedience,” he replied. “I am yours, Master, I live for you, I breathe for you, I exist for you.”

“I like that,” I told him. “Tell me, why did you choose me?” He stayed silent for a few moments. “Because I know you chose me; what’s more, I think you even chose me before speaking to me for t...