Is naked, on his knees or back, serving his masters cock and being happy in the gift of providing pleasure gives to every naturally born submissive. T...his story starts the summer before I left for college. I had gotten a job working retail and my parents had decided since I was old enough now would be a good time for them to take a dream trip they had wanted to take for a long time and let me know they would be gone for the majority of the summer months and that I'd be on my own and responsible. The next picture was of a set of tits and they did not belong to Amanda whose tits were rather small possibly a B cup on a good day these tits were at least a D. no face no body just tits I turned to ask who it was and Steve was rubbing his crotch he said it was a friend but didn't stop rubbing himself he said there are more of her and then he did the unthinkable he stood up and took off the gym shorts sat back down and started to really jerk off. I sat dumb founded for a min watching him. To dream of arousingpermanently the eroticism that's lain dormant in their souls whilethey've literally been enslaved to accept the stupidity of stifled'sameness' that erodes the marrow of what life is allabout...self-actualization. Evident daily, in my personal awarenessof the modern women, are those magnificent few who relish the role ofbeing a willing slave to a dominant master who is responsible for andcontrols every aspect of their existence. Once selected for mycomprehensive program, it's. While he is out, I open my go bag. My go bag has every thing I need for the evening. A bottle of rum, lube and a football jersey. Some other items but those are the essentials. I strip off everything and don the jersey. Within a couple of minutes he returns with a soft knock. I open the door and see the surprise in his eyes. He steps in, I lock and bolt the door. “Your beautiful” he says in a tight voice “Thank you' I say as we unload his burden of cokes and open my arms and draw him close to.