Using David 5

An hour after he left, I received more than 30 photos with all his clothes. I wrote him a WhatsApp:

Tomorrow I expect you at my place at 7 p.m. Come in your work suit.

The next day at 6:58 p.m. my doorbell rang. David was wearing an elegant gray suit with a white shirt and a burgundy tie, his long hair all slicked back… he looked very handsome. We went into the living room and I asked him how the first day with the cage had gone while grabbing it over his pants.

“To be honest, master, I had a pretty bad time. Not because of the cage itself, since I’ve already started to get used to it, but because I was scared someone at work would notice I was wearing it… but nobody noticed anything… although I have to press myself right up against the desk when I’m sitting because I think it shows more.”

“Get undressed, I want to see how it looks on you.”

When I had him naked, I gave him a small white apron and ordered him to put it on while I sat down on the sofa.

“Bring me a beer from the fridge and then start washing all the dishes in the kitchen. When you’re done, take the dust cloth and clean the living room properly.”

If the orders surprised him, his face didn’t show it, and after opening my can of beer and leaving it on the table, he disappeared into the kitchen. Five minutes later he came back and began dusting all the furniture.

“Get up on a chair and clean the tops of the bookcases properly,” I demanded, while enjoying watching his athletic body clean them. When he finished the upper part, I told him to do the same down below and he got on all fours. His ass swayed as he cleaned, giving me a huge erection that made me get up to play with my cock against his ass. “Do you feel like having me fuck you, slave?” I asked him.

“I’m dying for it, sir,” he answered, pressing his hole firmly against my penis.

“Well, you’re going to have to earn that, whore. Leave the cloth and the apron in the kitchen and bring the purchases from yesterday.”

He came back handing me the bags, and I took out the leather collar I had chosen, with the word SLAVE written in silver, to put it around his neck and attach it to its metal leash. I pulled on it, forcing him to his knees.

“What are you, David?” I asked.

“Your slave, master,” he answered.

I gave him a loud slap which, judging by his face, he wasn’t expecting.

“And what else?”

“Your whore…” he hesitated.

I slapped him again.

“You are my whore, my toy, my possession!” I shouted. “Repeat it out loud, I want to hear it!”

“I’m your whore, sir! Your toy! Your possession!” He lowered his head. “I’m yours, my master… I only exist to obey you, for you to do whatever you want with me…”

I got completely undressed and pulled the leash to press his mouth against my cock. ...