Came out of the mid-life crisis. 44, divorced, tired of 60+ hour workweeks, lonely, getting sex with my right hand, and the occasional pro. Spent a lot of time in therapy and doing personal introspection. The therapist was an older woman and was great. The main point I learned was to break away from my upbringing and learned behaviors. “You had a shame-based upbringing. Think about how you are stuck on doing what you were taught, instead of what makes you happy. Modern good women pick up on these things and pass you by. They do not want the old stereotype men and relationships.”

She certainly nailed that last part. I’m pretty good-looking, with a slender runner’s body. I have always treated women respectfully and as equals. My projection of strength, politeness, and acceptance seemed to get me swarmed by unstable girls with problems worse than my shortcomings. It didn’t help that when I was younger, I was shy—very shy around the string of stable women I really wanted. I ended up dating the girls who came after me.

The Ex. We met when I was 22 and she was 18. While working on my master’s degree had an overnight assistant manager job at a 24/7 big box store. Carrie was in the usual group of summer HS kids. A short, cute dark dark-eyed girl with a curvy figure. Smart and a hard worker. Great employee, she made my work life easier. Most kids were lazy Gen X idiots (I know I sound like my parents).

It was the mid-90s, knew I had to be careful around women at work. Mandatory company training made it sound like a guy would go to jail just for looking at a girl. They had scared the shit out of me. So missed all the signals she was sending. That and I cannot read women at all.

The store’s big aisle was transformed late that summer. An extra crew came in to move and change the shelves and displays. Carrie was my right hand. We had to move the stock around while the work crew rearranged things. It was a long bitch of a night. In the morning, I bought my workers their preferred rewards: ice cream, candy, drinks, etc.

Carrie hung around until they had all left, and we walked out to our cars together. Grateful for her help, I told her she did a great job. I suggested I could help her get a full-time position in the fall and then into the manager trainee program. She was not going to college.

“Thanks again, Carrie. I hope you have a good day of rest. I owe you a lot.”

“Dinner tonight is my treat. And you’ll get lucky.” Her huge smile and piercing look gave me an erection. Was dizzy.

“Uh, Carrie, that’s nice, but you know the store rules.” She put a fake pout on her face.

“Ok. Three more weeks. Quitting then anyway. I’ll take you out, blow you, and fuck your brains out.” Jumped in her car, grinning, waved, and drove off.

The date happened 3 weeks and a day later. Never masturbated more than those weeks. Rubbed one out just before going to pick her up. Feared being hard the whole time.

“Hey Lucas.” She jumped in the car, leaned over, and gave me a big, wet kiss. Her tongue explored. Damn was already hard.

Whispered in my ear. “Can’t wait to blow you.” Proceeded to give me directions. Just a few blocks from her house, the street dead-ended into the back of a park.

“Our make-out spot. Nobody comes here till late.” Kissed me again as she unzipped my pants. I flinched big cause I had not told her my secret. I am quite small. So many girls had laughed at first, seeing it.

Carrie went down. No reaction to my size. Blow job was better than the local cheap pros I went to. It couldn’t have been more than three minutes, and I blew my load. She popped up with that big grin and licked her lips like she was shooting a porno. After dinner back at my place fucked her three time. Second date the next night, got three blow jobs. Then she had me fuck her up the ass. She preferred it that way!

We were married that fall. Honeymoon is just a long weekend drive through New England. Every day started with straight fucks. She wanted a baby.

Most guys would have been in dreamland. First few years, I was. Constant sex was incredible. Carrie was clear that kink was desired. She was submissive and wanted light BDSM. Spanking and when she was horny tied her face down and fucked her ass. Even our first daughter, arriving the next summer, didn’t slow things down.

After a year and a newborn, Carrie’s issues started to dawn on me. Very passive-aggressive. I was the man and in charge, which she loved as long as she got what she wanted. When she didn’t, I got an ear full. In a minute, she would go from calm to an emotional meltdown. The incredible sex did not make up for the turmoil and emotional abuse. She would go into days of depression. Those times, she demanded harder spankings. Asked for whips and canes, which I refused.

By year 3, we had a second daughter, and my new career was taking off. I was hired after my master’s to be a junior trader on Wall Street. The hours were killer, but by then, I was happy not to be at home too much. My close friends called it the Carrie roller coaster.

Stuck with her for the girls. My family and hers demanded lifetime marriages. I have a long-lost aunt who was shunned just for getting a divorce. I decided to wait till my girls were in college to pull the plug.

Skip forward. Divorce at the age of 44 was the worst year imaginable. Ballistic Carrie, daughter hysterical, both families pounding on me. But I made it. The girls both calmed down. The youngest even supported me emotionally. Totally aware of her mother’s shortcomings. Everybody else in the family cut me off.

Lonely and depressed finally decided to get help. Tried a counselor, but he quickly determined I needed therapy. The therapist saved me. 2 sessions a week. Took months for me to get back to average. Janet is very open and accepting. Not only gave me mechanisms to deal with things better, but got me thinking about what would make me happy. And, to my shock, it encouraged me to get a sugar baby.

“Get sex regularly and get social again. You can afford it.” She helped me look through ads on a couple of sugar dating sites. Met quite a few young women, mostly college students or young professionals starting. Janet advised hiring two of the women. A law student and an artist. Both were open to women.

“They can share you and you’ll get a monthly threesome.” Carrie had wanted to fuck girls together but I never took her up on it.

“Uh, Janet, one thing I did not tell you. Um ah… I’m sorta small.”

“Lucas. You’ve been with me for months now. I knew that by your third session. You project it because you are ashamed. Here’s a secret. The bigger your checkbook, the bigger your dick is.”

Followed her advice. Both women accepted. Had dates every weekend. They switched off. One night each month was a threesome. Janet was so right. My dick size made no difference. Toward the end of the year the artist told me she liked smaller dicks. Easier to take, and those guys were usually gentler and grateful for sex.

Life became calm and good. Still ached for my oldest daughter. But could let Carrie’s nasty, manic missives bounce off me. I’d stop the money train if she didn’t back off.

Revelation. I wanted a woman to take charge. Janet clued me in that if the woman were in charge, my fear of Carrie, like passive-aggressive, would dissipate. As we explored this, she helped me open up to my submissive desires. Emotional and sexual. Had repressed them.

“Lucas, you want a woman to be what your mother wasn’t. Accept your nature. Take charge. Make you feel loved and safe. You feel sexually inadequate despite your great sex life. Most guys would envy what you got from Carrie. Now you have two attractive young women fuck you. But your small penis and social ‘norms’ denies you enjoyment from sex.”

She gave me research assignments and a huge list of links and sites to explore. Several of the sites had lifestyle and sexual profile tests. I sent all the results to her.

“Lucas, open up your mind and heart to find what will make you happy in life. Release your true self.” I tried.

Janet laid out her assessments based on all the above.

“Lucas is a pleaser. He wants the lady in his life to be happy and fulfilled. You can achieve this by being with someone assertive and strong. Knows what she wants and demands it. You focus on her needs and desires. Respect and follow her lead. The right lady will seek your input. Decisions are hers. Open yourself to her, and she will mold you into her perfect little man.” Little said with a wink. Made me grin instead of shamed.

Sexually, you are clearly a submissive. The woman is in charge. That excites you. Yes?” I nodded yes.

“Warning. Open up to things you think are too kinky. Limits are hers to set. Not you.”

“Like what? I spanked and fucked Carrie in the ass. Having threesomes now.” Janet laughed, which she never did before in a session.

“Keep exploring those sites. And stay away from pornos. Concentrate on the lifestyle discussions and stories. Things like polyamorous, polyandry, open relationships, BDSM, LGBTQ+, etc.” That last threw me. I nodded yes.

“Lastly. Send me the contacts of your sugar babies. Tell them who I am and that I will call. Be a good boy and pay them for the time they speak to me. Use my rates.” Wow was paying her $200 per 45-minute session.

Two weeks later, my transformation started with a shock. Sammi and Paula, the SBs, arrived Saturday afternoon for our monthly three-way. But Sammi had gone from the quiet, sweet, soft-spoken artist to a demanding woman with a bitchy edge to her voice.

“Get us white wines, then strip. Should have been naked already.” Brought them their glasses. They sat on the couch. I stripped. Rock hard. Damn nervous.

“Stand still, facing us, hands at your sides. Paula, is that the smallest hard-on you’ve ever seen?”

“In person for sure. By far.”

“Lucas, how long is it?”

“Uh, about 4 inches.” They both laughed.

Paula, “You got a tape measure? Get it.” Scampered back with it. Felt ridiculous. Still rock hard. It bobbed up and down.

They made a scene out of measuring it. Both had sucked me off and fucked me. But never handled it with their hands. No need, I was always instantly hard. My whole body was blushing.

“Paula, it is so thin, too. I could wrap my fingers around it twice. See? It’s 3 1/12 inches!”

“Sammi benefit is you could take it up the ass with zero pain.”

“Probably wouldn’t even notice.” Laughter.

“Order a pizza, then go down on Sammi. Better make her happy cause that dick won’t.”

After 30 minutes of eating her out, Paula got up to get the door. We ate with me sitting on the floor in front of the couch. They had me do everything: get plates and paper towels, fill their wine, and clean up.

As we ate, Sammi gave a review of my oral sex skills. Very specific and a long list of things to work on. Despite her having had numerous orgasms. Knew what they were doing, but my stomach was nervous anyway.

“You want to cum? Ok, stand up facing away from us and stroke. Slowly! Cum without permission we’ll cane you.” Complied and within a minute they started to take turns slapping my ass. Stood up next to me to watch and spank harder. Wanted to cum so bad.

“Squirt into your hand when I hit zero.” They counted down from ten. Huge load.

Paula: “What do you say?”

“Thank you ladies for letting me cum.” Got pecks on my cheeks.

The evening ended with me tied naked, spread-eagled on my bed. They took turns teasing my dick with their hands while the other knelt over my face to be eaten.

Janet: “Tell me, Lucas, how was your Saturday threesome?” Her clinical voice. I could have asked how my day was, and I would have given her a full rundown.

“It was the most exciting sex I ever had.”

“Confirms you are definitely a sexual submissive. A whole new world of adventures is open to you. Suppose we find you the right companion. You can be so much happier than now.” Happier than two hot young SBs?

“You are incapable of meeting the right woman on your own. We will work on it together. You can get yourself on dating sites, then a matchmaker. F L R focused”

“What is that?”

“Female-Led Relationships. The woman leads, and you follow. She decides, you submit. Accept her orders and guidance. The right woman will fulfill your desires by using you to meet hers. But you need to trust her. That she is right, and you need to be open to changing. You do not really know yourself. She will mold you.”

“Damn.”

“It is called power exchange. Some say role reversal. You are the submissive, and she is dominant. Like a traditional 1950s marriage in reverse.” Janet led me out and made it clear she saw my erect state.

*****

Reading all the info on FLR ended up scaring me. Level 1 seemed simple but still fairly equal. I’m just a man offloading some things to her. I’m glad to.

2(moderate) and three sounded great and desirable. She runs everything, including the social and sexual. Although I thought three would require me to set some limits, otherwise, the ideas turned me on. Then I read about level 4. The descriptions vary, but all made this level sound like borderline slavery and abuse.

Spent days buried in several forums. Majority of the threads utter bullshit male fantasy. I guess that some of the female accounts might be men. But did find some that seemed quite real. The level 4 ones almost all contained elements of hard BDSM and cuckolding. Neither of which I could embrace.

Janet was so right. I joined two cheap FLR dating sites. Total waste of time. Mostly Pros and scammers. Guess cheap membership means no screening.

I did not tell Janet about any of this. Over a month into the research, she brought the hammer down.

“Lucas, it is come to god time. Do you trust me? Or do you want to find a new therapist?” Was shocked. Janet had become an integral part of my life.

“No, please, I trust and need you.”

“Stop lying and omitting. In our first session, we agreed on ground rules. Total openness and truth. You have violated those. Gave you several weeks to fess up. You have not. 2 minutes.” I melted. Teared up. Couldn’t lose her.

“Please. I’m sorry. I read all the sites. Did joined two FLR dating sites. Mostly fakes and time wasters.” Did not know what else to say.

“Good, those are facts of your actions, and an assessment of the dating sites. I just wanted to tell you that nothing about your reactions and feelings about FLR basics and requirements is there. Tell me.”

“Level 2 and 3 sound great and turn me on. Love the idea of the woman leading. 2 sounds easy. Three might be difficult. Need to think about setting limits. Mostly sexual. Level 4 is way beyond anything I want.” She stared me down for a moment.

“Wrong. If you need to set limits, you have failed. Place your trust in her.”

“But how will I know if she is the right one?” A small laugh.

“You are incapable and will not know. That’s where I come in. And the head of the boutique dating service you are hiring.”

The next steps were a blur. I joined that night. 5K USD for a year. 25K for a woman selecting me. 25K more if we are together for a year. 100K if we marry! I was required to verify my identity and 200 a minimum salary. Thankfully, my career had put me above 250K for many years. They also required a female to vouch for me—Janet, of course.

Service sent me an extensive questionnaire. 500 questions. Many were just yes/no or pick from 4 or 5 answers. Lifestyle questions. Some things or arrangements I had never even heard of. Incest? What the hell was that for? Almost a hundred about sexual experiences and preferences. Answers for preferences were: Need, Love to, For her. No place or answer for limits.

The Agency interview. One-hour Zoom call. The first 30 minutes covered my history and reviewed the questionnaire.

“Lucas. I’d like to point out a few clarifications for you. I own the agency, and all your identifiable information is available only to me. So that you know, until we match you. I consult with the woman. If she chooses to consider you, she will be provided with your complete file. This allows her to do an independent background check. Please take a look at your frown. We have done extensive verification of all the women, and I have interviewed all of them personally, just as we are doing now. Will not allow a woman who is wrong for you to select you. Trust us, or leave now.”

“Thank you, ok.”

“Your commitment is to comply with her decisions. She will decide how to communicate. If and how you will meet. I will be available for any feedback you have. But you will date her if she desires and until she calls it off. Or, upon success, enter the relationship she wants with you. The nature and rules of that relationship are hers to decide. She will tell you what she wants you to know about it.” I visibly gulped. Would you happen to have any say whatsoever?

She smiled. “Janet and I spoke. We agree this is all best for you. You trust her, and she has agreed this is the best path for you. Lucas, you are looking for a Unicorn. I am your only hope to find her. New York City is your main hope for finding a Domme partner. A male of your age and limitations is difficult to match. But we have 100s of female members in the Tri-state area. Understood and agreed?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Money is now non-refundable. Agreed?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“My 5K payment to the agency is non-refundable.”

“Strip and stand. Need pics of your full body.” Embarrassing as hell. She did not make it easy. Had me present my genitals for closeups. And my back and ass. Christ.

“Questions?”

“My one hesitation is the no limits sexually. Not sure I can handle hard BDSM or cuckolding.”

“Lucas! You have no idea what you want or can handle. SHE will explore, test, and decide those things. Your small penis limits the women available to you. These women, most of them, still need a good live cock to satisfy them. To please and fulfill her, you will embrace her sexuality and accept other partners she chooses.”

“But what if she decides to have me participate with men?”

“Do it! Wrap your head around this quickly, or you will fail. She directs, and you obey. Your single focus is to make her happy. These women want loving obedience.”

“Ok,” said hesitantly.

“Lucas you have no real idea what it is like to blow or be fucked by a man. You will love it cause she wants it. Now, end it with your SBs. Immediately. Limit jerking off. You’ve had over 2 decades of unlimited orgasms. That will change dramatically. Start getting used to it.”

The interview ended. I was in shock. The next day, Janet peeled me off the ceiling. Gave me thoughts to work on. Had to be prepared, the first match should come within the week.

It came several days later. The agency site email box just gave me a passkey, which is used to validate any communication. I got a text with it, followed by an online Google Meeting invite. “Be naked, facing away from the camera.”

“Lucas.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Quiet. Speak only when I ask you to. Address me as Empress. Bend over. Spread the ass. Tight anus good. Are you an anal virgin? Real cock or strap-on?”

“Virgin Empress.”

“Good. Turn. Close up of the dick and balls…. Pathetic little weenie. How many blow jobs have you had?”

“Um, thousands, Empress.” The screen was blank. She was not showing herself.

“How many have you given? And eaten pussy?”

“No BJs Empress. Cunnilingus maybe 100 times.”

“Disgusting selfish pathetic itsy-bitsy dicked male. Conversion is needed. Are you ready to transform?”

“Empress, yes.”

“Not going to waste time. Thousands of pathetic wimps like you. Must be ready for complete obedience and servitude. Existence is to fulfill my orders. Please me and mine. Begin as a Beta to my Alpha male slave.” The photo appeared. A 40ish muscular man covered in tats. Pierced nipples. A small metal box was between his legs. Another photo of his back. Mostly tattooed writings across his back. Ass had what appeared to be brands. Fancy looking letters. Was stunned.

“Earn my presence by completing intake training. About 5 weeks taught by Alpha. He will be rewarded by using you for his pleasure. Has not had a pleasurable orgasm in 5 years. We tease him daily. Lots of pent-up needs.” No fucking way. Branding? Tattoos, I can handle. Go gay for her slave?

“Your selfish male ego says no. This magnificent alpha is very straight. But our first night together was at a Gay club. He manned the glory holes all night for me. Blew 40 men and swallowed all. Became a good cocksucker in one night. He did it just for my presence. My female partner is better. Grateful for any sex any way anywhere. Tortures herself just for my amusement.” Fucking nuts.

“Wasting my time! Fuck off you little male turd.” Meeting closed. Christ, that cost me 25 K.

Janet called within minutes.

“Lucas, you failed miserably.”

“Janet, she is nuts!”

“You could not even fake trying to see her and her desires for 15 minutes? Learn and adjust. Maybe she was just testing you with extremes. Clear your mind. Listen. What does she want? Do it!”

“But how do I know?”

“She will know. The Agency and I will confirm for you.”

Three women decided my transformation. The rest of my life?

Miss contacted me days later. Several emails on the site. Simple.

– Are you ready to submit completely? Mind, body, and soul.

– Ready to turn over complete control of finances?

– Embrace all my family as yours and be our loving pet?

– Serve my lovers?

– Commit your life to me and mine?

Just to let you know – replied quickly, yes to all. Checked the site hourly.

Last message was “Each evening, you will be ready for my call. Naked and kneeling. Phone set up to show you completely, your hands are free. No masturbating.” Easy right?

I saw Janet the next day. Later, at home, I practiced with her to make sure the phone was set up correctly. She walked me through a few preparation exercises: relaxation breathing, muscle relaxation, and a mantra: ‘She asks, she decides, her desires are orders, she is right.’

Jumped a mile when the phone rang. Tapped to answer and scrambled to kneel.

“Hello, Lucas, address me as Miss.”

“Hello, Miss.”

“You were not in a position. Poor start.” Nodded but kept quiet.

“Fix that. We need to control that puny pee pee.” It was twitching and semi-erect. She paused a moment, and then the building entry buzzer went off.

“Buzz him in. Unlock your door. My sub partner is going to cage that tiny dick. Best behavior. He will be a guide for you. A few things to know. I love concerts, mostly classical, museums, dancing, Hip Hop, and Disco. Day and weekend trips. Walks and jogs, especially Central Park.”

Focused on memorizing these as I tried to get a good look at her. Her face was hidden by one of those cartoon filters. She was moving around her place. Got glimpses of her figure. Petite and slender with square shoulders. Nice small breasts that fit her size. Was in a tank top with no bra. Two nipples poked out. Perfect so far. Guessed maybe 36, but who knows without seeing the face?

He entered. My dick was fully erect.

“Miss, I am here. Just in time, he’s losing it.” Dropped a large gym bag and headed into the kitchenette. Came back with a baggy full of ice. Pulled me to stand. Pressed the bag to my erection. Grunted. That hurts.

“Quiet, Lucas. We are not interested in your feedback. I am the master of my universe. Building my world. Family. Circle of friends and lovers. Will answer the mundane questions beta males always have.” As she spoke, he measured my junk. Then squirted some lube on it. Tried out chastity cages on it. Uncomfortable. Struggled not to react.

“Divorced long ago. Wimp was a total failure. Destroyed in the divorce. My daughter is 19. She is NOT his. Never let him try to impregnate me. She is a junior studying Psychology. We are entirely open and best friends. My partners helped raise her.” Click.

“Cum report.” What?

“Miss will definitely need something custom for the long term. Between sizes, leave the larger one on. It’s better for cleaning.”

“Good boy Cum. Leave.” My confusion is obvious. Squirming not to examine the cage. Dick was trying to get hard again and felt some sharp pain as it met the cage.

“Cum is his name. If needed, we rarely use his birth name. I will use Lucas until I decide. If you are chosen, I will give you the family and friends. ” The call ended.

There was more confusion. Did the call drop? Did she mean to end it? I waited 15 minutes without moving, and I left the phone there just in case.

It was a horrible night with little sleep. The threads I had read about cages said little of the truth. The cage was uncomfortable and painful. How the hell did guys wear these for a week?

Next night Cum arrived at call time. No call from Miss. He spent 20 minutes showing me how to wash the dick and cage without removing it. Had to use ice again.

“Use ice until you learn to control it.” I started to ask a question, but he stopped me.

“Miss instructed me to show you this. Nothing else. Never speak to anyone in her world unless told to.” I nodded and he left. 2 days went by. Balls are aching beyond belief. Text came with time and place. Nice restaurant in Midtown. Ecstatic was going to meet her.

That day was a therapy session. Asked Janet what to wear. And whimpered a little about the cage.

“Lucas, your best three-piece suit. The cock cage is your first real test. That and no jerking off. Enjoy it. Sure, there will be harder things to come.” She laughed at her joke.

Arrived for the dinner 30 minutes early. Led to a back table in a corner cove. Cum was sitting there already. He just nodded. We sat quietly. Somehow, the wait staff knew not to approach us.

My initial focus was on him. He was wearing an inch-wide metal collar. His shirt was tight and made obvious nipple jewelry obvious. 60ish, he was slimmer than I, with a weathered face.

Miss breezed in 45 minutes later. I stood to go pull out her chair, but the waitress beat me to it. Cum faced her chair, kneeling! Staff ignored it.

Miss is a beautiful All all-American mom next door type. She is a light brunette with blonde streaks. She has sparkling dark blue eyes. She has a classic, tanned, pretty WASP face with a narrow, pointy nose. She has thin lips around perfect teeth and a broad smile. I guess she is about 40, but she could be my age, too. She exudes youthful fun and friendliness.

“Lucas observe and learn from Cum. Try again.” Pushed my chair back and knelt. She wagged her right boot toe. Bent and kissed it. Looked up to see the waitress waiting. Flushed bright red. Miss was amused. A test. The waitress winked at me.

“Sit, Lucas,” Miss ordered. Each of us got a simple salad with no dressing and water. She got a stuffed Flounder and a bottle of white wine.

Time flew by. Concentrated on her every word. Much of it was the daily fluff many women and some men engaged in. Knew now not to dismiss anything. A few things about lunch out with some female friends. Included description of the new male trainer at her gym: 21 and hot.

“A few family things. Cum is my male slave. Over 15 years. The definition of our relationship is a lifetime FLR Level 4, one-way open, CNC. Lifetime means until I dismiss him or he dies.” Must’ve seen my question.

“Cum define our CNC.”

“Miss our Consensual Non-Consent means that Cum has consented to anything Miss decides. Sex acts, who and what with, tattoos, diet, tasks, modifications. Anything and everything.”

“State the origin of your name and two examples of CNC.”

“Named Cum because hesitated to consume my ejaculate first time Miss allowed me release. Have joyfully consumed all since. And that of many of Miss’s lovers. CNC examples. Miss jerked it after applying a very strong liniment. Cum wrestled in college. Knew it would burn horribly. Second is a tattoo above Cum’s buttocks. ‘All Cocks Welcome’ Cum was a straight man.” Fought to suppress my reaction. Two things that would horrify me. Maybe a test to shock me and see my reaction?

Miss smiled broadly at me. My heart jumped and my dick fought against the cage. Wanted to be with her very badly. Despite my fear.

“Lucas, commit now. Last chance for you to make a decision. Yes or no.”

“Yes, Miss.” Another killer smile.

Paid for dinner with a generous tip. Added a hundred in cash for the waitress.

“Good boy.”

As we left, she stepped away for a moment to speak with our waitress. On the street, she presented her boot again, kneeling and kissing it. She heard someone walking by comment, which was humiliating.

“2 AM return to the restaurant’s back door.” They left in an Uber.

We waited in the alley for a long time. Then our waitress and a very tall, big guy came out. She’s a medium-height, chunky, plain young woman.

Guy grabbed my junk. “Yah, he’s locked up.”

“Miss said you’d eat me out. An extra tip.” Uncertain what to do.

Guy “Drop pants and muff dive cream puff.” Complied. She laughed at the cage. Felt ridiculous kneeling, pants at my ankles, in the alley.

She lifted her skirt, pantyless. Feet apart, she nodded at me. I dove in and gave my best, but my experience was mostly just the 2 SBs. They lasted 10 minutes at most. She came several times.

“Not too bad. Miss is a great customer.” Guy laughed.

“Maybe I’ll get her table next time. Blow job would be a nice tip.” They left me kneeling half half-naked.

Could you call the next evening?

“Alley report.” Described it.

“Good boy. You will be punished for breaking my rules.” Totally taken off guard. What was wrong?

“I did not tell you to give her oral. Did not tell you to follow her orders.” Cum buzzed up. Waited head down for him.

“It is good that you pleased her. Punishment would have been worse.” Baffled. What was I supposed to do? Cum arrived.

“Cum punish balls level 5.” He grabbed my balls in his fist and squeezed.

“Stay quiet, Lucas. Stop squirming. Open your eyes, look straight at me.” Christ, it hurt, but I kept myself in check. She smiled into the phone with an amused expression. Finally, he relented. Christ, if that was a 5…

“Cum drain it.” He removed the cage. Despite all the erection sprouted. Several strokes and a huge ejaculation. He caught it and raised his hand to my mouth. Ate it without a prompt. Knew it was required. She was grinning.

“Tiny is your name. I select you. Send the agency payment immediately.”

 

To Be Continued…

 

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