I met my master through a kik message and we got talking. I didnt have one and we agreed to try it. I agreed to be his slave and my first instructions... were to take a full picture of me clothed and to fill out a list, he had gave me several list of things I were to go through and decide how I felt on each one such as spanking, caning, maid, etc. I finished my tasks and waited for a response. Master James was pleased that I had done my tasks and I fell asleep happily. Whenever I had woken up. There is such a passion in me to have it as part of me I know it will be a vital part of me well into the future. Can you cope with a partner whose manhood is locked away?" I also want to be honest. The inspiration for this design has nothing to do with engineering pride, it is the thought of being able to lock you away that seems to target the heights of my own sexual excitement. It is only your own pleasure at this prospect that frees me from the guilt of wanting to do this to the man I love.. Yes, girls wank too. Be good, and I'll reward you. Are you game?"His response was to nibble my neck. I took that as a yes.I could see my man getting comfortable in the other armchair nearby, so we were all set. Opening the first button of my shirt, I asked Rick if he'd handled a pair of boobs before."I would've said yes until I saw yours. They are something else," he muttered."Ah, mine are bigger than most, yes. But all boobs are worth playing with!"(Just to remind you, dear reader, my natural. He considered closing his eyes, getting in another five or ten minutes of snooze. But the bustling sounds of activity going on downstairs told him that there would be no peace to be found.Slowly he sat up, blinking away sleep and glancing around at his bedroom as the cobwebs were shaken from his mind. Science fiction posters lined his walls. Books and comics had begun to form small mountains over by his desk while clothes where hastily thrown about. He’d have to do something about that before.