“Get on the bed, slave!” I snapped. “Lie facedown with that pillow under your crotch and spread your arms and legs out wide!” Hurriedly he complied, groaning uncontrollably as his unprecedented tumescence was mashed against the hard pillow. He spread his arms and legs out in an X, and right away I went around the bed and tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, stretching his limbs until he was whimperingly spread-eagled. His lily-white ass stuck invitingly up, and I couldn’t wait to get the foreplay underway! I picked up my stiff leather riding crop and knelt on the bed next to him.
“Before you can become my slut-boy, you have to prove that you have what it takes to be my b***h,” I warned him. “I’m going to be beating you every day, probably many times a day, paying back your race for
