A few weeks ago, my Master told me that I was going to be his sexual hostage for an entire weekend. I’m used to being his submissive slut, but he rarely ever keeps me at his disposal for an entire 48 hours. I knew that he must be in a mood and that I was really going to get it. I walked into the bedroom that Master had turned into my slave room and saw that he’d had a medieval stockade installed. He’d been talking about it for a while, but I had no idea it was going to become a reality.
He put me in the stockade and blindfolded me. So there I was, on my knees and I couldn’t see anything. I don’t think I’d ever felt more vulnerable in my life. Of course, my mouth was still free and the first thing he made me do was suck his cock. He just walked up to me, told me to open my whore mouth, and fucked my face until he shot a load down my throat. He wasn’t gentle with me, either. There were tears rolling down my cheeks and I couldn’t even grab his cock and beg him to stop. Do you want to hear more about what happened that weekend? I’m ready to tell you, Sir!
