Meeting Master Tyler

I'm so happy to finally share with you publicly the story I labored over for Master Tyler (@AlphaSigmaTyler on Twitter/X; AlphaTyl3r on Throne). For those who don't know, he's a young FinDom whom I've come to admire. When he requested me to write a story for his (financial) benefit, I took the opportunity to bring to life what I wanted most (and probably most of his finsubs want too)—to meet him in real life.

This is a fantasy story, and therefore I could let my character stretch its limits a little more easily. However, I have discussed with Master Tyler the possibility of meeting him, as I do with any Master that interests me. Therefore, I'd like to think that this story is just a sweet realistic plan and an opportunity to imagine how things might go.

So here's your opportunity to imagine meeting a hot young Master—perhaps the Master you've already been pining over for a while.

This story is over 5,000 words (about 22 pages or over 30 minutes of listening). Chapter 4 is a brief bonus chapter which describes a scene in which I'm fucked by a trans woman. I know not everyone is into women, so you can skip it if you prefer—the story flows well without it too.

You can listen to this episode on Apple Podcasts and Spotify among others.

In case interested, you can also check out what Master Tyler had to say about the story, in a space he hosted on Twitter.

Meeting Master Tyler: His Feedback

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Opening Remarks

Hi there, and thanks for joining me for a very special episode of A Fag’s Journey into Submission. I’m your host, House Slave Fag, and I’m thrilled to present, for the first time, a complete story in a single episode.

This is Meeting Master Tyler, a story I originally released as a paid add-on several months ago. And now, in celebration of Pride Month, I’m delighted to share it with you in full—completely free.

If you don’t already know him, Master Tyler is a real person. After you hear this story—and especially after the special ending, in Master Tyler’s own hypnotic voice—you may find yourself wanting to worship him too. I won’t be returning with a closing message after the story so that you can linger in that energy. So let me tell you everything now.

You’ll meet Master Tyler in just a moment. You can also check him out on Twitter—he’s @AlphaSigmaTyler.

And if parts of the story feel familiar, that’s not your imagination. Some of the text was repurposed in Meeting Master Jay back when I wasn’t planning to share this piece widely. But even if you’ve listened to both, I promise this version stands firmly on its own.

Now for the big news: to mark Pride Month, I’m publishing one blog post every day starting Monday through the end of June. Those are the first blog posts I've ever published and it took me until now to recover them—after Patreon censored me because a couple of my 180 posts violated their new terms against hypnosis. So they abruptly shut down my account, removed access to my work, and froze earnings, including income that predated their change of terms.

I’ve since rebuilt everything, and I’m proud to share this content on my new platform—Ghost—with full transparency and zero censorship. These stories are helping thousands of people explore kink in ways that are consensual, responsible, and deeply fulfilling.

I’m also incredibly grateful to Ghost and to my podcast host, Alitu, for supporting creators like me with integrity and trust.

To celebrate, I’ve made it easy for you to access everything:

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• I’ll also give you a free 1-week premium trial so you can explore the full archive.
• Sign up before June 1, and I’ll double that trial to two weeks.

That’s all for now. Enjoy the story. Happy Pride—and until next time, be well, be good, and have fun.

Introduction

I only got acquainted with Master Tyler a week ago but I’m already head over heels for him. You’ve heard his voice already, right? Maybe exchanged some messages with him or at least read some of his tweets? He just has such power over me, that it’s hard to even stop jerking off while I’m thinking about him, just so I can write this. But I can’t help it, so I’ll have to go put my chastity cage back on.

Done.

What was I thinking? I should have been locked before I sat down, to get into the right state of mind. Because that’s what good bois do, right? Though the truth is that it’s when I’m unlocked, that I’m most vulnerable to FinDoms like Master Tyler. I jerk off, edge really, because I’m not allowed to cum until I get permission from my Owner. So I get so horny and desperate. And I became susceptible to Master Tyler’s control just around the time that I stopped caging for a couple of days, letting myself relax after finishing a huge project. Until last week, I’d only sent to one other FinDom, as you may know, if you've read or listened to my earlier posts about findom.

Anyway, what I’ll share with you here, is the story of my first meeting with Master Tyler in person. That is, how that meeting is playing in my mind. Because like I said, it’s only been a week. Though I can tell you that I’ve already had a significant enough exchange with Master Tyler and I had the chance to ask him about his expectations. So there’s more than a grain of truth in the fantasy I’m about to share with you, as I have already asked him several questions around the possibility of meeting him. Not right now, because I already have travel and work plans for the next few months, and I’d rather visit him when it’s warmer. But I would really like to make it happen.

So here goes.

Chapter 1: A Week Before my Scheduled Arrival

My phone blinged. It was a message from Master Tyler:

“How much did you say was the cost for your hotel, fag?” he asked.

“$300, Sir. Why?” I asked.

“Can you still cancel it?” he ignored my question.

“Umm, yes Sir, but it would be trickier to change my flight. Please don’t cancel at the last minute, Sir,” I pleaded.

“Relax, boi,” he replied. “I was just thinking again about your request to come serve me at my place.”

“Oh,” I said, waiting for him to elaborate. That was true. I had begged him to come serve as his house-slave for a few days. There are a couple of reasons for that. That’s actually how I usually do it. I’ve traveled to a few Masters all around the world, but it was always conditional on staying at their place. It’s already expensive if I’m paying for a flight, so if I have to add a hotel, that usually becomes unaffordable, considering this is my way of living, as a digital nomad. So I save by staying on a Master’s couch, while providing service to him. Another reason is that I like the closer bond that forms with a Master from being together for a few days, and I feel much more obligated towards him when I’m under his roof. Actually, there’s a third reason, as I’ve learned. People (not only Masters) have a very hard time committing to anything, and if I come to visit them when I already have my own hotel to stay at, they might mistakenly think that if for whatever reason they can’t meet, it’s not a big deal. Even though I fucking got on a plane for them. People can be dumb and inconsiderate as hell. Sorry, I felt I had to get that out of my system.

But you see, all THAT goes to show, that it was a very big deal for me to agree to book a hotel when I’m traveling especially to meet him. Booking the hotel was a step which I considered a huge compromise, possibly a foolish one, because it would cost me more, it might put me in a less optimal sub headspace and there was a higher risk that he’d cancel on me at the last minute.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “You can come stay with ME, but I get those $300.”

“Sir, please. I could use that money,” I replied. I was excited for the possibility to serve under his roof, but if I’m paying for it, that would mean I’d feel less obligated towards him. I know that’s not how it works for everyone, but that’s how it works in my complicated relationship with money. I mean, up until two months ago, the entire concept of findom was off limits for me.

“I could put that money to better use, don’t you think, boi?” he replied.

“Yes Sir,” I said, reluctantly.

“That’s better,” he said. “So go ahead and cancel the hotel and you can Venmo me the money.”

“Sir?” I asked. I’d always sent him via his Throne, as “HSFaggot on Twitter”.

“It’s time we stop wasting money on Throne fees. You can send me directly,” he said.

“But then all my sends will be with my name next to them,” I said.

“True. We’ve been talking for a long time though. Don’t you think I should know your name by now? Especially if you want to be under my roof. I’m actually going to want to see your passport, just like they do at a hotel, for my own security.”

“Oh, ok, Sir,” I replied. That was actually something I’ve also done with my Owner, the first time I visited him. I do appreciate guys taking safety precautions. “Just don’t expose me, Sir,” I pleaded.

“I won’t, boi, you can trust me on that,” he replied.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said.

“Good boi. You like giving me more control though, don’t you? Having your privacy in my hands?” he teased.

“Oh, Sir,” I didn’t answer.

“Don’t you?” he repeated.

“Yes Sir,” I reluctantly acknowledged. “But Sir, can the payment wait till I arrive?” I didn’t elaborate, not wanting to offend him, but the truth was that I was still scared that he’d evaporate just like some regular scammers I’ve encountered.

“Why?” he asked.

“Umm, it’s a lot of money, Sir,” I said.

“Fine,” he said and I was grateful that he didn’t probe further. “You can pay me once you arrive at my place. $350,” he said.

“Sir!” I exclaimed.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Umm, OK,” I reluctantly acknowledged.

“What’s that, boi?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I reaffirmed.

“That’s better,” he replied. “While we’re talking, why don’t you remind me what your limits are? I want to make sure I don’t forget anything.”

“Yes Sir,” I answered. “I don’t do bareback, no pain or violence, no drugs or any smoking, and no scat or other dirty stuff, except piss. I can swallow piss or cum if it pleases you, Sir.”

“That’s good,” Master Tyler said. “Of course it does. Just too bad you don’t take bareback.”

“I know, Sir, I’m sorry,” I expressed my honest regret. “My Master’s rules,” I added and then I remembered to say: “I’m also not into women. I’m a total gay fag.”

“What, are you afraid of women or something?” he asked.

“No Sir. I’m just not into them,” I answered, not sure where this was going.

“What about your role as my bitch?”

“Umm, Sir?” I didn’t know what to say.

“You heard me,” Master Tyler insisted. “I’m going to turn you into my bitch, you know that.”

“I’ll serve you however you like, Sir, but do you mean forced feminization? That’s not something I’ve ever done,” I said.

“I don’t force anything,” Master Tyler said. “I simply command, sometimes even just ask, and you happily obey.”

“Yes Sir,” I said. “I’m just not experienced in that. I’m comfortable being a masculine fag.”

“I get that. But this is not about keeping you comfortable. You’re getting on a plane in order to meet me because you’re so eager to obey and you’ll do everything I want to please me,” he said authoritatively.

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

Chapter 2: Day of my Trip

I arrived at the airport in New York, ready for my flight to meet Master Tyler. He had some special requirements, but I’ll go into those later, except one. Surprisingly, he respected my loyalty towards my Owner and even insisted that I keep my collar on—a dog tag on my simple string necklace, which stated that I was my Master’s slave, and to take good care of “his boi”. I protested though, that I normally take it off before security, after already having one incident in which I was required to present it for a close inspection. Anyway, reluctantly, I agreed to that and more. I was just too eager to meet him and I was going to object over some last moment instructions, though I somewhat resented his unfair treatment of me.

Sure enough, when I got out of the body scanner, the TSA guy pulled me aside for additional inspection. He was a very tall and muscular 30-year-old black guy, with a well-groomed beard.

He pointed at my chest. “Show me your necklace!”

I took it out, reluctantly, holding its flat sides between my fingers, to be discreet about the text written on them.

“Show me,” he said again.

I found it absurd that the text would matter, rather than what material the dog tag was made of, but you don’t fuck with the TSA. So I let go of the necklace.

He took it in his hand and examined it closely, reading what it said on both sides. He looked me in the eyes but didn’t say anything about it. “I’m going to give you a quick pat down, ok?”

“Sure,” I said.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I rephrased.

“Good. Now raise your arms to your sides,” he instructed as he began to pat my hands, chest and back. “Raise your shirt above your belly button,” he further instructed.

The humiliation was getting worse. I was grateful that he was inspecting me somewhat at the corner, not near all the human traffic. I raised my shirt a little bit, to my shame, revealing the edge of white lingerie that Master Tyler insisted that I wear for him already for my flight.

“You can cover it back up,” the officer said and proceeded to pat me from my feet up. It almost felt like he was trying to feel my buttocks for their consistency. And I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before, but he actually patted me on my dick, feeling my chastity cage. “I thought I saw something there in the scan,” he said. “Come with me,” he ordered.

I wasn’t going to argue with him. If I needed to explain, I’d rather it be in private anyway.

He signaled to his colleague that he was taking me for a private inspection and I followed him into a side corridor and then into a small room.

He locked the door behind him. I think he saw the alarm in my eyes and then he patted my head, towering so high above me. “Shhh, don’t worry, sissy. I’m just going to perform a full inspection because your case is a bit unusual. There were already two indicated metal areas in our monitors, between your collar and the lock of your chastity cage, so regulations require secondary inspection.”

“Uhh…” I was struggling to find my words. “You mean you know about all that?”

“Sure, sissy,” he said. “That’s not my first rodeo. We see everything that goes through our airport. So don’t worry about it. I’m not looking to intimidate you or use you in any way, I just need to finish the inspection and you’ll be on your way. Now please get fully undressed.”

I did as I was told. Taking everything off—my shirt, my shoes and my pants.

“Take off your panties too,” he instructed, while he put surgical gloves on.

I did as he said.

He grabbed my cage and examined it from all sides. Then he let go. He pumped some ID lube, which was on the desk beside him, onto his fingers, and then he faced me again. “Normally I’d say this can feel uncomfortable, but I’m sure you’re used to it.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Aren’t you used to it, sissy?” he asked, as he proceeded to insert a finger into my hole from under me.

“Umm, yes Sir,” I replied.

“I’m sure you are,” he responded. “I’m going to insert another finger, but you probably like it thick anyway.”

I just looked at him, as he pushed in another finger. His force pushed me onto him and my face was buried in his massive pecs.

“Don’t you like it thick, sissy?” he asked, as he pushed his fingers in and out, repeatedly and in increasing speed.

“Umm, ah, yes Sir,” I said, gasping a bit, as it took more effort from me.

“Oh, I see you’re leaking pre-cum from your caged clitty,” he said, still thrusting his fingers in and out of my hole. “Aren’t you a horny bitch?”

“Yes Sir,” I said, gasping.

“Yes you are,” he asserted. “Don’t you wish you were my little bitch, sissy?”

“I am your little bitch, Sir,” I heaved.

“We’ll see about that. Give me your Instagram. I bet you have a twitter handle too, you little slut.”

“Yes Sir, HSFaggot on twitter, Sir,” I volunteered.

“How about OnlyFans?”

“No Sir!” I replied.

“Don’t be so incredulous, sissy,” he said. “I’m sure you’ve already posted slutty videos on your Twitter.

“Yes Sir,” I acknowledged.

“I knew it,” he said, grinning. “So we’ll get you an OnlyFans account too when you come stay at my place. Enjoy your trip, we’ll make a plan for you to serve me when you’re back,” he said and finally took his fingers out of my ass.

I took a couple of tissues from the desk to wipe off my chastity cage from all the pre-cum, as well as the lube from my hole. I got dressed and left the room.

Chapter 3: Arriving at Master Tyler’s Place

The flight went smoothly enough, as did passport control after landing and I finally arrived at Master Tyler’s place. A tall athletic 25-year-old Latina lady opened the door.

“Hi, uhh,” I said, a bit clueless.

“Hi fag,” she said, surprising me. “Master Tyler is not here yet, but you’re welcome to come settle in. I’m Miss Top.”

“Thank you. Miss Top,” I said and followed her inside, carrying my large suitcase and carry-on.

She showed me the way to a bedroom. There were towels on the bed and there was an ensuite bathroom. “Why don’t you take a nice warm shower and douche before Master Tyler arrives,” she suggested. Or instructed, really, not waiting for an answer, as she left the room and closed the door after her.

When I was done, I went to find Miss Top, to ask if anything was already expected of me in terms of chores.

“Let’s just get you into something more elegant,” she said. “For Master Tyler,” she added.

I was wearing khakis and a t-shirt, with my chastity cage underneath.

She presented me with white panties on a hanger, as well as a garter. “Here, put these on,” she said.

“But I wasn’t told I’d need to wear anything like that,” I protested.

“Didn’t you promise to be Master Tyler’s little bitch?” she asked.

“Well, yes,” I tried to explain. “But I’m still a masculine bitch. I’m not fem. Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” I added, worried I might offend Miss Top.

She snickered. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with that and you shouldn’t be ashamed if Master Tyler uses you like his little bitch,” she said.

“So you’re saying Master Tyler would prefer I wear this?” I asked.

“Yes,” she asserted.

“And it doesn’t matter that I’m a masculine fag?” I asked.

“Of course not!” she said, with an air of surprise. “All that matters is that you’re submissive and that you obey Master Tyler. Maybe this might make you a little uncomfortable, but don’t worry about it. All that matters is that you want to be a good boi. Don’t you?”

“Yes Miss Top,” I replied, as I proceeded to change my clothes in front of her.

Chapter 4: Submitting to Miss Top [Bonus Chapter]

When I finished getting dressed, I felt like Miss Top was drilling a hole into my thin white see-through lingerie with her eyes. I stared back at her.

“You look beautiful!” she finally spoke.

“Uhh, I do?” I asked, doubtful and so self-conscious about my new outfit.

“Definitely,” she asserted, stepping closer to me. She felt my garter with her hand, then my hand, and finally, my chastity cage.

I let out a gasp. “I, uhh, umm, Miss Top, I umm, am not into women. Sorry maam. I mean Miss! Miss Top, sorry!” I was so flustered and I felt my cheeks burning.

She giggled. “You like dick, don’t you fag?” she asked as she grabbed my hand and placed it on her crotch.

I could feel her dick and it was big. Her bulge was actually visible through her pants. It was long and thick. I didn’t pull away and she pushed my hand up and down her shaft.

“You like it. Don’t you, fag?” she asked.

I wasn’t comfortable answering, but I did like the feeling of her thick dick in my hand and I couldn’t let go.

“You like feeling my thick dick in your hand, don’t you?” she asked again.

“Uhh, yes Miss Top,” I gave up.

“Want to feel it in your mouth?” she asked, as she already revealed her dick.

It was definitely big and thick, cut. I could feel my mouth watering. Though I was embarrassed to look at her face. I just focused on her dick.

She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me down, as she came closer with her dick in front of my face.

I opened my mouth and she pushed her dick inside. “That’s it, faggot. Suck it like a good little bitch,” she said, as she fed me, her dick growing and filling my mouth.

I wanted to be respectful and I made an effort to give her a good blowjob. She started to really fuck my face. Spit and drool started to leak from my mouth as her dick pushed deeper into my throat.

Meanwhile she reached down to my asshole and started fingering me.

I moaned, continuing to suck her tasty cock and also enjoying the new feeling in my hole.

“That’s it, faggot! Take my dick!” she encouraged me. Then pulled out and quickly put a condom on. She put some lube on her dick and on my hole, and within no time, she was pushing against my hole.

“Uhh!” I exclaimed, but wasn’t really sure of what to say. Was I going to object to this woman fucking me? Was I going to offend her? Before I had the time to make up my mind, she was already inside me. I felt so used. I didn’t plan to bottom for her. But she was assertive and she drilled me good. I could really feel her thick dick inside my hole, filling it. She pushed deep and hard. At first, her slow pace almost made it intimate, but soon enough she started banging faster and harder. Deeper. I was getting short for breath. It was not easy to take it. A few more thrusts, until she finally stopped, keeping it deep inside me for a moment.

“Thank you baby,” she said, as she pulled out. “Now your hole is ready for Master Tyler.”

Chapter 5: Seeing Master Tyler Himself

Miss Top railed me. I felt so used, but I also felt a little better afterwards. 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.

So I won’t bore you with the process, but besides the white lingerie, I was instructed to remove my hair from everywhere, not just my chest, pits, ass and pubes, but also trim the hair on my legs and arms. I was never so hairless in my life. 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, Master Tyler 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 for Master Tyler.

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

“I bet it is!” he said, grinning, as he crouched down and with his long arm he reached underneath me, inserting a long finger into my hole.

I gasped.

“I can see you’re excited to see me, sissy, and I can feel that Miss Top has already gaped your hole wide. Isn’t that right, sissy?” he asked.

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

“Very good!” he said. “Very good!”. I just loved the sound of his voice. 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’m going to go rinse off quickly and then you’re going to help me get off,” he said and walked off, without waiting for an answer.

Chapter 6: Fucked and Mindfucked by Master Tyler

Master Tyler called out to me from the other room. I walked over to find him standing in the middle of a fully equipped play room. He was wearing a leather harness and leather jockstrap, showing his beautiful muscular body, like a Greek sculpture.

“Come here,” he said, as he pointed to a point on the floor in front of him.

I walked toward him and got down on my knees.

“Good girl!” he said and patted my head. “Kiss my feet, sissy!” he ordered.

I kneeled down and kissed both of his feet.

As I stayed down there, he lifted his right foot and caressed me with it—my ass, my back, and then my head. He took his time, rubbing his foot all over my head and my face, and then he pushed his toes in front of my mouth.

I opened my mouth and he pushed his toes inside. I sucked on his toes, grateful to already be fed some of him. He pushed in and out, then gave me a little slap with the sole of his foot and set it back on the ground.

“Are you ready for my dick, sissy?” he said, as he took his 8” dick out of his jockstrap.

I was mesmerized. Transfixed, really. It was such a nice dick, just the right size—longer and thicker than average—with a beautiful mushroom head.

He snapped his fingers, pulling me out of my trance.

“Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir!” I finally replied.

“Open your mouth, say ahh!” he instructed.

I opened my mouth, and though feeling a little silly, I was also desperately eager. I extended my tongue out and said “ahh”.

He rested his thick dick on my tongue for a moment and tilted my head upwards with one hand, to look at his eyes.

I met his eyes. He smiled at me and I was in heaven. This hung cocky muscular young jock was smiling at me! And resting his 8” cock on my tongue! My mouth was watering from his cock and being open for so long and I began drooling. He didn’t care and neither did I.

Finally he pushed his dick into my mouth. Slow but deep. “Do you like that, sissy?”

I mumbled and nodded “yes” as he pushed in and out of my mouth, getting deeper into my throat. I did my best to envelop his dick with my mouth. I wanted to feel as much of it and to make him feel good.

“You’re doing a great job, sissy!” he said, as he pushed deeper and harder.

I kept sucking, laboring from him, almost out of breath, as his thick dick filled my throat completely.

As he pushed in and out a few more times, his dick seemed to get harder and thicker yet. Just then he pulled out and ordered: “Stand up, sissy, and get on that sling.”

I got on the nearby sling and he secured my legs in place, spread wide open for him. He put some lube on his finger and started to massage all around my hole for several seconds, until he finally pushed inside. His finger was long and he pushed deep, in and out, again and again. It felt so good to be penetrated by young Master Tyler. I felt honored and used at the same time. Then he inserted another finger, in and out, again and again and again, and I just felt like a hole for him.

“Do you like that, sissy?” Master Tyler asked.

“Yes Sir!” I exclaimed

“I bet you do, sissy,” he smiled fondly. He pushed his fingers in and out a few more times and then he pulled out and put a condom on. “It’s such a shame that you can’t be bred. Don’t you wish I would breed you, sissy?”

“Yes Sir! I’m so sorry, Sir!” I replied, truly wishing I could be bred by him.

“That’s ok. I know you do. But you’re still obligated to your Owner and he doesn’t let you be bred by others. That’s ok, for now,” he said, as he started pushing his dick against my hole, not entering yet. “I bet you wish you could be bred by all my sports team buddies, don’t you, sissy?”

“Yes Sir, I do,” I said, excited.

“Yes sissy! Of course you want to be our bitch!” he said, and finally pushed his dick inside, slowly sliding deeper inside.

“Yes Sir!” I said, gasping a bit. It felt so good to have his dick inside my hole, fucking me so easily, after he’d prepped my hole.

“I know you want to be our bitch, sissy!” he said, pushing deeper, with increasing pace. “You want me and my buddies to treat you like a little whore, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir! Yes Sir!” I said, enjoying his cock going deeper, feeling its thickness.

He held on to my chastity cage with his right hand and inserted two fingers of his left hand into my mouth as he thrusted harder and faster.

I sucked on his fingers and instinctively closed my eyes.

“Open your eyes, sissy!” he ordered. “I want you to look at me when I’m fucking you. I want you to see me when I’m using you.”

I looked at his beautiful chiseled face, his round pecs, his bulging biceps. I looked again at his eyes and could feel his Alpha energy as he continued to pound me, deeper and harder.

He smiled and pounded even faster, breathing more heavily. It felt like his dick was squeezing harder on the walls of my ass, and then he released a roar. A couple more thrusts and then he lay on top of me, kissed me on my lips. I relished that moment, hugged his big, tall athletic torso. I said “thank you, Sir,” but he pulled away a moment later.

“Alright, let’s get you off the sling and ready for the bois,” he said, as he released my legs and helped me up. “The bois will be here shortly. Normally I have my subs presented in a more respectful manner, serving us drinks first. But I think you’re comfortable with being presented like a whore. Yes, we’ll let them see you as a whore first, and afterwards maybe you'll get to serve us drinks.”

“Yes Sir,” I said, meekly.

“That’s right. Yes. Sir. Good girl,” he said. “Now lie on your stomach on this bench, and I’ll set you up,” he said, pointing to a sort of massage bed with various instruments around it.

I lied down as he instructed.

He pulled a lever and then my legs dropped lower, so I was in something like a doggy position. Then I felt him push something into my hole.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a dildo and not a particularly big one,” he said. I’m not looking to dilate your hole too much. I want the bois to enjoy your tight hole but you’ll be a little more comfortable if we keep it a little loose. More importantly, I want to get you in the right mental state for the gang bang.”

“Sir?” I asked.

“Yes sissy,” he responded jovially. “I know you’re a good horny bitch, but I’m going to turn you into just a hole for us. I’m going to make you so stupid,” he said, as he inserted another dildo into my mouth. Then he flicked a switch and a low screen that was just in the right height in front of my eyes turned on, displaying a spiral going on.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be long, maybe just 30 minutes, though it may seem longer to you. Focus on the spiral and the sound of my voice and let the dicks fuck you,” he said. He flicked a few more switches and his soft reassuring voice came out from loud speakers. It was a recording, saying: “focus on the sound of my voice and empty your mind.” The dildos came to life, attached to fucking-machines, pushing in and out of my hole and my mouth at the same time.

He patted my head and left the room, so I was left alone with his voice, focusing on the spiral while I was being fucked in a steady rhythm from both sides.

“Empty your mind and let my voice fill it. Let yourself get dumber and dumber, as I take over and fill your mind. It’s just a hole. You are just a hole. There is no you. There is only me, and the sound of my voice. You are just a hole, just a hole for me to fill. Feel my big cock! My huge cash cock! Filling and entering that hole. You are just a hole for me to fill. Feel your ass open up and get fucked, get filled. Feel your mouth open up and get fed, get fucked, get filled. Feel you mind’s hole open up, get fed, get fucked, and get filled.

It feels good to get mindfucked, doesn’t it? It’s a privilege to have my voice in your mind. You want to pay for that privilege. Feel your cash hole get opened up and gaped. You want it so badly! You want me to fill your cash hole with my huge cash cock, don’t you? You need my cash cock! You crave my cash cock! Say ‘Yes Sir!’. Say it out loud! It's OK to admit it.

Good boi! That’s it. You want to send and take my cash cock. Let it in. You want to send right now to my Throne.

You need to send. You’re ready, you're needy, you're horny, and you're desperate. A desperate empty hole that needs to be filled. You can’t wait to be released, so you need to send, because good bois send. You can’t wait to send, and for me to tell you that you’re a good boi!”