Master John’s Tales (sub #2: Chapter 3)

Paulo (sub #2) arrived at my place with a bag of groceries and let himself into the kitchen to prepare a large salad. That will be my contribution to the dinner party we're going to. That is, the salad and Paulo's service, as he'll be a servant at the dinner party, along with other subs.

While he prepared the salad, I finished getting ready. I put on a short sleeve polo shirt which accentuated my bulging biceps. Though honestly, most short sleeves hug the peaks of my biceps. They’re just so big. Paulo arrived in my bedroom just as I was checking my shirt’s fit in the mirror. I could see in the mirror that he was frozen in place, his gaze locked on my biceps. What did I tell you? I raised my arm and his gaze moved with it.

I snapped my fingers and he finally snapped out of his daydream.

"Uh, the salad is ready, Sir," he said.

"Good," I said. "Did you shave your dick and balls as I told you, fag?"

"Yes Sir," he replied.

"Good," I said. "Well, as I mentioned earlier, the host of the dinner party has some house rules that all subs serving at the dinner party are expected to obey. He'll give you a uniform when we get there, but he expects all subs to come locked in their own chastity cages. Since you don't have one, you're going to use the one I got you, borrowed from another one of my subs, based on the measurements you provided. I also got another cage ring one size up just in case, but I hope you’ll manage with the smaller one,” I hinted at my expectation.

"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir," he replied.