Collared (Chapter 4): Meeting Coach and the Team
I'm introduced to my Master's coach and when we get to the bar, I meet his entire team.
With the fist-fuck and gang bang behind me, pardon the pun, and plans made for my hypnosis session and more whoring out on Tuesday, it was time to leave. My Master bid farewell to the other men, and led me by my leash, back out to the street. My eyes were still covered under my hood, but I could hear the crowd as we stepped outside. It got a bit chillier and I felt a light breeze through my very wide and exposed gaping butt hole. Here and there I could hear a gasp or someone comment “what a cunt!” or “pussy whore” and the such. If it weren’t for the hood covering my face, they would’ve seen I was red in my face with tears coming down my cheeks. I felt completely vulnerable, and my only comfort was the leash pulling my neck and knowing that my powerful and dominant Master was holding the end of that leash.
We were walking for a couple of minutes, when we were stopped by someone calling out, “hi J.E., how are you?”
“Doing great, coach. How about you?” I heard my Master ask.
“Super. What’s that you got there, J.E.?” coach asked.
“Oh, that’s my slave, Sir. We were having some fun here at Folsom, and we’re just about to leave,” my Master replied.
“That’s nice. Don’t mind if I check it out, do you?” coach asked.
“Be my guest,” my Master replied.
I felt coach’s warm and muscular torso and arms wrapping around me, as he hugged me and reached behind me to push a couple of fingers into my hole.
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