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9pm. Don’t be late.
I swallowed hard at the curt message on my phone. We’d done this enough I knew Master had zero tolerance for boys who ran late. To him, it was a sign of disrespect. It was my job to be prepared at all times, ready for his request of my presence.
He wasn’t supposed to be home tonight. I scrolled back, terrified that I’d written down the wrong date for his return. Nope. It was right there; Saturday the first. It was only Thursday night.
Rather than point out the error in communication, I scurried through my apartment. Master had little patience for excuses, and I highly doubted he’d appreciate me pointing out that he’d made a mistake.
The box on my dresser chirped as I approached. My dick, which was still trapped in its confines, pressed against the hard plastic. The pain centered me, reminded me that my body wasn’t my own. Every inch of me belonged to Master now, and that was how I wanted it.
I glanced up at the camera discreetly placed in the corner. Master was watching me. I dragged the tip of my finger across my lips, throwing my head back the way I did when he’d played my body so well I thought I might explode.
“Thank you, Master,” I said out loud as I flipped open the lid of the box. He was granting my little cock freedom. It wouldn’t last, and there was no point begging for him to let me play with it. He was the only person granted that privilege. The rare occasions I masturbated, it was always because he wanted to see.
I stared into the lens of the camera as I fitted the key into the lock, turning it slowly. The second the plastic slid off my cock, it expanded to its unimpressive full length. I wasn’t embarrassed by my little dicklet the way I had been when Master first approached me. I was proud as hell and understood that I’d been given something most men couldn’t handle, which was why Master kept me locked up.
I can’t trust you to keep that tiny penis in your pants. You’d be showing it to every bear in the bar like some sort of party trick.
He wasn’t entirely wrong. My cheeks flamed bright as I thought about the number of men I’d allowed to manhandle me. There had been a period when we were still only casual play partners when I’d been on a mission to see if my insecurities had been all in my mind like he said. I discovered that I fucking loved the feeling of my cock disappearing in a meaty fist. The men I allowed to touch me didn’t jerk me off so much as milk my cock until I spurted.
My phone buzzed on top of the dresser. I glanced at the preview of the message, knowing it would be a command from my owner.
You’ve pleased me, slut. I can see from here how swollen your balls are. They nearly hide your clit.
I bit my bottom lip hard, resisting the urge to come from just his words. I loved that he didn’t try to offer platitudes about my size. To him, what was between my legs could barely be called a penis, and I loved it turned him on, too.
Are you ready to be free of the cage? That message shocked me. I stared at the camera, wide eyed, as tears welled along my bottom lashes.
The phone rang. Still looking at the corner, I hit the speaker button, remaining silent. When Master called, I didn’t speak until given permission. He didn’t call often, preferring to torment me when we were apart by keeping all communication via text. “Where’s your head, pet?”
“Green, Master,” I assured him breathlessly.
“Are you sure about that? You looked up at me as if I’d punched you in the stomach.”
“I’m sure.” My heart fractured a little when he mentioned giving me my freedom. He’d never promised me forever, but we had a good thing going here. I didn’t want to push him away by admitting how lost I felt when he was gone.
“I think someone’s pushing for a hard session tonight.” His voice rumbled across the line, echoing through my sparsely decorated room. “Perhaps, I should stay home and catch up on some paperwork if you’re unwilling to be truthful with me. That would be a shame after the effort it took to plan an evening to make it up to you for the amount of time I’ve been away recently.”
My knees wobbled. I kept my chin lifted as I sank to the floor. He hummed, and I could almost imagine his nod of approval as I presented myself for him. “I was being foolish, Master.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he insisted. “What put that look on your face?”
“You offered me freedom,” I admitted, my voice cracking on the last word. “You unlocked the box and…”
“And you worried this was my way of telling you I’ve grown bored.” He let out a heavy sigh. “What am I going to do with you, Pet? I’ve tried every way I can to show you how I cherish the pieces of yourself that have ever caused you pain. The men you’ve been with before don’t deserve you. They were insecure with themselves, and chose to project that onto you.”
“Thank you, Master.” I settled as he reassured me that my little nub was a priceless treasure. “Can you forgive me for doubting you?”