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Underwear was not included, so Jimmy took Mark's suggestion, and wore a condom over his hard, dripping dick. His little bulge would show against the fabric of his pants, for as long as his erection lasted, but at least he wouldn't leave a stain. There was one requirement, though. He would have to swallow any and all pre-cum that was captured by the condom. Jimmy rolled his eyes at that, but didn't object. I think he was already getting used to the taste. Jimmy got to his feet and moved to his clothes, clearly planning to put them on at the front door, as were his standing orders. Evil Computer Voice: “Not yet, slave!” Jimmy looked up in confusion. Evil Computer Voice : “Standard attire for slaves at meals is running shorts and slave collar. As you no longer have running shorts, you will go to breakfast naked, unless Mark wants to present you in a different way.” “Sir, would it be acceptable to present the slave in collar, wrist cuffs and leash? Leash attached to the front of the collar, wrist cuffs attached to the back.” Evil Computer Voice: “This would please me. Make it so.” The pretty blue eyes went all “Deer-in-the-headlights,” but the naked teen just sighed and put his hands behind his head, waiting for the cuffs to be padlocked to the collar. Mark grinned, padlocked the wrist cuffs and leash to the collar, then removed the ankle cuffs Jimmy was still wearing from the night before. Naked, with his condom covered dick hard and dripping, his wrists amateur cuffed to the back of his thick leather slave collar and Mark holding the leash attached to the front, Jimmy was a glorious portrait of submission. I used the ceiling cameras to snap a few stills, as other cameras recorded video of the hot little teen being led out of the apartment by his leash. Jimmy was trembling, as much from excitement as terror. The horned up little twink couldn't believe it, and tried with what remained of his blondes will to deny it, but this experience was turning him on! He knew he wouldn't be fucked at breakfast. He would only face massive humiliation and some pain from slaps and gropes. So that reaffirmed his belief that it wasn't cock that turned him on. It had to be some combination of humiliation, pain, and submission. He wasn't sure if all those elements were making him aroused, or just one or two. But he was pretty sure those three things were a factor in making him hard, drippy, and desperate to cum. And, he realized, desperate to please. He had never been able to please his father, no matter what he did. So he had given up trying. He had never been able to please any of his prep school teachers, so he had rebelled. But he could please these men. They had a use indian for him, and if he did well, they said so. Even the Negroes had been nice to him, after he had served them. He would have much preferred a different way to serve them of course, but this is what they wanted from him. And frankly, he knew he wasn't really good for anything else. He had no skills. Brandon opened his mouth as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to beckon to her. I said, “I came out of this hole twenty years ago and I’m going to get back into it again for the rest of your blondes life, so get used to it.” I pushed her back. By that time both Zoe and I were up on our amateur elbows watching Kate and the young men who were, unsurprisingly, watching Kate’s every jerk. And it’s fine if you say no. We kissed each other tenderly as we caught our breaths then quietly got dressed. Jill disrobed quickly. “Ok,” John said, looking at a sheet of paper on his desk. He grabbed her by the neck, leaning down to lift her. Yet when she started to walk again, the sound of her own footsteps still seemed far too damned loud for her own comfort. He then commanded her to sallow very drop of his cum and with that he came fast and hard in the poor girls mouth. “How about a pair of shorts . . . Dallas laughed and handed me her empty glass, “Make both of them like you’re pouring someone else’s liquor.” Kristin felt Matt's hands pulling her pajama bottoms down and she instinctively stopped him. Rising high. Pleasure fired through my body as my jizz spurted into her cock. She looked in to indian the camera and started to read: