Using David 3

The following week David wrote me 3 or 4 messages a day asking me to use him again, but between having a lot of work those days and loving that he begged so much, I didn’t even deign to answer. On the eighth day I sent him this brief message:

"I told you I would write to you when I wanted to use you again. If you really want to be my slave, you’re going to have to learn how things work. At 8 p.m. I’ll be waiting for you at my house."

It was almost 8:15 p.m. when the doorbell rang. He appeared dressed in a simple white tank top, very short orange swim trunks, and flip-flops. He was drenched in sweat.

“I’m sorry, master, but I was at my sister’s house looking after my little nephew and until my brother-in-law showed up I couldn’t get away…”

“Get undressed and get on all fours immediately,” I ordered, angry. I sat on his back facing his ass and began to spank him as hard as I could with my open hand. “It’s the first and last time you arrive late!” I shouted, without stopping spanking him. “I told you I would write to you; until I do, I don’t want to hear absolutely anything from you, idiot. If you want to earn being my slave, you’d better learn…” When the palm of my hand was burning from the slaps and his ass had turned a deep red, I stopped. “Don’t you dare move, idiot,” I said, getting up to stand in front of his face, which was fixed on the floor. I pulled his long hair to force him to look at me and gave him a loud slap, spitting in his eye immediately afterward. “Open your mouth, slave!” I demanded, spitting into it a couple of times while I unbuttoned my pants to take out my cock, which was beginning to harden little by little. “Look at me, slut!” I shouted, beginning to piss on his face and eyes until he had to close them. I walked around him, soaking his whole body until there wasn’t a drop left in my bladder. “Now you’re going to lick the floor until it’s completely clean; until then I don’t want to hear a sound from you.”

David stuck out his tongue and began to lick like a little dog, and I went to the living room, throwing myself into the armchair to watch TV. From there I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye without paying attention to what was on, and I lit a cigarette. When I was putting it out in the ashtray, he stood up and came toward me with an embarrassed expression but completely hard. His body was still damp despite the heat at that moment.

“I ask your forgiveness, sir, it won’t happen again, I promise. I want to be your total slave, I had never felt like this…” he said, stammering, “not even when my other master used me… with you it’s different, you make me feel like shit, like a real slut, and that turns me on so much I can’t stop thinking about belonging to you…” he said, kneeling in front of me. “I beg you, sir, make me yours. I almost went crazy this week thinking about you, about how I feel…”

I looked at him fixedly in silence for more than a minute...