Weekend Trip and Other Traditions with Master

I’m out with my Master in Wine Country for the weekend. A tradition. He takes me in as his slave for a couple of weeks whenever I can visit and I treat him to a weekend of wining and dining.

This is one of our many ceremonies and traditions. Another is no eye-contact, except on a first and last date that he invites me to whenever I visit.

One of the most important traditions revolves around massage. My Master loves getting massage. Many Masters do, don’t they? So I was required to learn a bit online to offer a reasonable though unprofessional novice massage. I’m told I have a good touch and I learned to find the knots and deal with them.

Massage is sometimes followed by sex, starting with extensive rimming, followed by sucking and ending with me getting fucked in multiple positions until he cums in my ass. He’s the only one who breeds me. I prefer to be safe and he prefers I be safe and not be bred by others - for his sake. I’m fine with that. For me, I don’t really need that skin-to-skin feeling, just the feeling of getting used. It may be more pronounced with breeding, but ehh, not worth the hasssle with STIs when I’m traveling so much. Plus, I actually can’t say that I love that feeling of pressure when the cum squeezes into my hole. If I felt the fluid, maybe that would be something else. So I’m actually curious about being pissed in my hole, in addition to the added degradation.