Meeting Master Jay: Chapter 5

Miss Top railed me. I felt so used, but I also felt a little better afterward. I was nervous about my new lingerie, and I guess nothing helps you get over anything like a thick dick in your throat and your ass.

I won’t bore you with the process, but besides the white lingerie, she instructed me to remove my hair from everywhere. Not just from my chest, pits, ass, and pubes, but also to trim the hair on my legs and arms. I was almost hairless! My legs were rubbed with a little coconut oil and then I was instructed to wear thin white panties and a garter.

After Miss Top fucked me and finished preparing me, Master Jay arrived. When we heard the front door unlock, she instructed, “on your knees, sissy.”

I got down on my knees, on the spot, in nervous anticipation of Master Jay.

Master Jay entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. “Hello little girl!” he said, enthusiastically. He took his shoes off by the door and started walking toward me. He was so tall, and he was completely towering over me as I was on my knees. He was wearing a sports team uniform, long shorts and a tank top, his muscles glistening with sweat.

I looked up, mesmerized.

“It’s so good to see you, sissy!” he said, shoving his foot under my chastity cage, snapping me out of my daze.

“It’s so good to see you too, Sir!” I replied, momentarily delayed.

“I bet it is!” he said, grinning. “Kiss my feet!” he ordered and I knelt forward to kiss his feet, covered in socks.

“Take my socks off, bitch!” he ordered and I complied, removing them one at a time.

I kissed his feet again. They were a little smelly, as he just got back from the gym. I’m not into smells, but I tried to show him only admiration. His feet were pretty, well-manicured. While I was still down there, kissing his left foot, he raised his right foot and placed it on top of my head.

“Is this what you wanted, fag?” he asked.

“Yes Sir! I said, kissing his foot again, comforted by the touch of his other foot on my head.

He took his foot off my head and crouched down. He reached underneath me with his long arm, inserting a long finger into my hole.

I gasped.

“I can feel that Miss Top has already gaped your hole wide for me. Isn’t that right, sissy?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I said, a little embarrassed, as he continued to finger me.

“Very good!” he said. “Very good!” I just loved the thick sound of his voice. He was such a man. Then he took his finger out of my hole and inserted it into my mouth. I sucked on it as he finger-fucked my mouth too, for just a bit. Finally he withdrew it and got back to his feet.

“I trust your flight went well?” he inquired.

“Well, I got a rather intimate secondary inspection at the airport,” I said, reminded of that somewhat harrowing experience.

“Oh, that must have been fun for you!” he said, again with a very jovial tone that reminded me how young he was and, as I was realizing, quite playful. “I’m going to rinse off quickly and then you’re going to get me off. But first, let's see the three things I told you to bring me.”

“Yes Sir,” I said. I opened my phone to message him a photo of my passport. Then I handed him one of the two keys to my chastity cage. I was grateful that he let me keep the second key, on the condition that it only be used in case of emergency or with his permission, while I was under his roof. Finally, I opened my PayPal and sent him $850.

“Now how does it feel to give me so much control and so much money, fag?” he asked.

“The control feels great, Sir. Sending all that money feels a little stressful,” I replied, still on my knees, looking up at him.

“You know, with everything that you’ve sent me on Throne before, you’re now officially one of my 4-digit finsubs,” he said, smiling.

“Yes Sir, that feels good. Like you’ve just fucked me with your thick cash cock.”

“Fuck yeah, you love feeling my thick cash cock in your gaped cash hole, don’t you fag?” he asked.

“Ah…” I stalled, whimpering.

He pushed his foot in my face. “Don’t you fag?”

“Ah, yes Sir!” I replied.

“Good boi!” he sounded triumphant. "I want you to remember this moment and how you felt sending so much money to me. Show me the payment confirmation on your phone," he ordered, and he pulled out his own phone.

I showed him the phone with the send confirmation. He moved my hand to be next to my face and I realized he was doing this to take a photo in the right composition. He took several photos. "Great," he said. "I want all my fans online to see what a pathetic faggot you are. Finsubs should be sending more for the great content I'm sharing."

"Uh, Sir?" I started. "I'm not out with all my kinks."

"Don't worry, I'll hide your face, sissy." He worked with his phone for a moment and then showed me, "see?" He had covered my face with a girl's face emoji.

"Uh, yes Sir," I replied, not so happy, but I added "thank you, Sir."

"That's a good little sissy," he said. "You know what? Why don't you come join me in the shower. You can soap my back," he said, as he turned away and walked toward the bathroom, not waiting for an answer.

I got to my feet and followed him.