for Paulo to enter the apartment building. My nervousness spiked because in a few precious minutes Paulo would see me as I'd never imagined a man would see me.
I obeyed, but as I dropped to my knees I felt a tinge of shame as my ingrained masculinity rage at me. I was violating all the things my father, brothers, and peers of my gender had taught me about being a man and they were telling me it was wrong. All I could do was accept it and tell myself this was right for me.
April got to her knees too, right beside the apartment's front door, but as she did she slipped her nipple chain into her teeth and pulled upwards to pull the clips on her nipples painfully. I took this as a show of masochistic submission for her Master.
Seconds ticked by until the door simply opened and there he was in his fireman's uniform. Instantly he looked down at her and then he scanned the room and his eyes fixed for a moment on me. Of course, my eyes were supposed to be on the floor, as ordered, so I averted them there, but I could still feel him looking me over.
"You may serve me, slave.” Paulo's voice made me wonder for the briefest moment who he wanted to serve him, but logic told me it was April. Soon I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and then a slurping gurgle easily recognizable as a slave passionately sucking cock. Knowing what was happening just across the room I had to fight the urge to look up and watch April worship cock. However my desire was too great and I simply had to look.
Oh my god. What my eyes perceived was not like any carnal act I had seen before. April was swallowing Paulo's considerable shaft like a cock whore, forcing it deep down her throat as she gagged and her breasts shook with her effort to bring her Master pleasure. The sight of her submissive devotion turned me on, but my arousal brought a pointy question to mind. Was I excited because I wanted to be in Paulo's position, or did I desire to someday suck like April?
Paulo let her suck for a while, but then he touched her head and she stopped as if verbally commanded to do so. “Shall we put on a real show of submission, slave, for our audience?"
"Yes, Master, as you wish.” April replied.
Paulo reached down to April's dangling nipple chain and lifted it up and over his rigid shaft. His actions pulled April's nipples up even higher than having the chain in her teeth, but to my utter shock she kept sucking and driving her face down over his cock. Soon there were tears in her eyes yet she kept going despite her pain.
As April deep-throated his cock, Paulo looked over at me and asked. “Does our show excite you?"
"Yes, Sir, it does.” Having answered, I hoped he would not probe deeper and ask why, Paulo wasn't going to let me off the hook so easily.
"Do you know why?” He inquired.
I didn't want to say what I felt so I skirted the question. “Lady April sucks you with such devotion. It is a wonder to watch.” I knew this was only the surface of my feelings, but I hoped Paulo would not press me further.
"So you admire my slave. Perhaps you'll want a lesson in the future.” Paulo smiled and turned his gaze to his devoted slut gobbling her Master's cock in hopes of winning the reward of a mouthful of his cum. I suspected he knew how I really felt, but he didn't press me anymore.
As I continued to watch them, April's efforts got more passionate as if she needed him to shoot his load in her mouth and Paulo's face seemed to contort with the effort not to climax. It was a race and when Paulo finally pushed April's face away, I knew she had won a Pyrrhic victory by forced her Master to pull away from her warm, wet mouth and tongue least he give up her reward so early in the evening.
"Would you introduce our guest, slave? I don't believe I've met this lady.” Paulo demanded as he zipped up. There was no doubt in my mind that he knew who I was he was simply playing along with my new feminine look.
"Yes, Master, this is Stacy, my new slave, in her
I obeyed, but as I dropped to my knees I felt a tinge of shame as my ingrained masculinity rage at me. I was violating all the things my father, brothers, and peers of my gender had taught me about being a man and they were telling me it was wrong. All I could do was accept it and tell myself this was right for me.
April got to her knees too, right beside the apartment's front door, but as she did she slipped her nipple chain into her teeth and pulled upwards to pull the clips on her nipples painfully. I took this as a show of masochistic submission for her Master.
Seconds ticked by until the door simply opened and there he was in his fireman's uniform. Instantly he looked down at her and then he scanned the room and his eyes fixed for a moment on me. Of course, my eyes were supposed to be on the floor, as ordered, so I averted them there, but I could still feel him looking me over.
"You may serve me, slave.” Paulo's voice made me wonder for the briefest moment who he wanted to serve him, but logic told me it was April. Soon I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and then a slurping gurgle easily recognizable as a slave passionately sucking cock. Knowing what was happening just across the room I had to fight the urge to look up and watch April worship cock. However my desire was too great and I simply had to look.
Oh my god. What my eyes perceived was not like any carnal act I had seen before. April was swallowing Paulo's considerable shaft like a cock whore, forcing it deep down her throat as she gagged and her breasts shook with her effort to bring her Master pleasure. The sight of her submissive devotion turned me on, but my arousal brought a pointy question to mind. Was I excited because I wanted to be in Paulo's position, or did I desire to someday suck like April?
Paulo let her suck for a while, but then he touched her head and she stopped as if verbally commanded to do so. “Shall we put on a real show of submission, slave, for our audience?"
"Yes, Master, as you wish.” April replied.
Paulo reached down to April's dangling nipple chain and lifted it up and over his rigid shaft. His actions pulled April's nipples up even higher than having the chain in her teeth, but to my utter shock she kept sucking and driving her face down over his cock. Soon there were tears in her eyes yet she kept going despite her pain.
As April deep-throated his cock, Paulo looked over at me and asked. “Does our show excite you?"
"Yes, Sir, it does.” Having answered, I hoped he would not probe deeper and ask why, Paulo wasn't going to let me off the hook so easily.
"Do you know why?” He inquired.
I didn't want to say what I felt so I skirted the question. “Lady April sucks you with such devotion. It is a wonder to watch.” I knew this was only the surface of my feelings, but I hoped Paulo would not press me further.
"So you admire my slave. Perhaps you'll want a lesson in the future.” Paulo smiled and turned his gaze to his devoted slut gobbling her Master's cock in hopes of winning the reward of a mouthful of his cum. I suspected he knew how I really felt, but he didn't press me anymore.
As I continued to watch them, April's efforts got more passionate as if she needed him to shoot his load in her mouth and Paulo's face seemed to contort with the effort not to climax. It was a race and when Paulo finally pushed April's face away, I knew she had won a Pyrrhic victory by forced her Master to pull away from her warm, wet mouth and tongue least he give up her reward so early in the evening.
"Would you introduce our guest, slave? I don't believe I've met this lady.” Paulo demanded as he zipped up. There was no doubt in my mind that he knew who I was he was simply playing along with my new feminine look.
"Yes, Master, this is Stacy, my new slave, in her
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