In the weeks that followed my "humilation therapy" at the hands of Master Billy and his Army buddies, it became clear that I no longer enjoyed the role of slave and was (mentally) becoming an independent Master. I decided that it would be best to confront Master Billy about this and move on when I received an e-mail from him asking me to come down for the following weekend to his Connecticut condo. Determined to secure my freedom, I proceeded with caution. When I arrived Friday night, I was very surpised at what was happening there. Masters Billy and John were both naked and already "training" a new "boy". The guy was about my age and size, fully bound up with rope, with a butt-plug protruding from his ass crack and Master John's cock deep in his throat. I was welcomed warmly and invited to disrobe and join the party. I demanded to be heard and after telling them both about my desire to be released from service, they wholeheartly agreed and happily consented to my immediate emancipation. Toasting my freedom with an ice-cold beer, they invited me to help train the new guy. I jumped at the chance! No stranger to dominant behavior myself, I stripped nude and began practicing my own special brand of discipline on the new meat whom they had affectionately dubbed "Dogboy". A few good ass-slaps and tit pulls later, Dogboy was sucking my cock obediently while Master Billy fucked his ass from behind. I also initiated a series of games including "Rug Racing" wherein Dogboy had to race across the living room rug on his belly, while still tightly bound, trying to get to one of us to lick and suck our balls. Masters Billy, John, and I took turns using Dogboy for the duration of the weekend and even enjoyed some mutual sex between ourselves. It was a great weekend and I left Sunday evening for home, fully satiated and greatly anticipating my new life as a Master. You see, I've met a wonderful boy online who I call Boy-Ralph who is just begging to have his mouth soiled by my throbbing manhood. He needs serious training in the manly art of fellatio and I'm just the guy to provide his face the fucking it needs for him to learn.
Over and out,
Master Heywood