It seemed symbolic more than anything. He just looked at me, staying perfectly calm. No talking around the problem. “Am I doing it right, sir?”
“It should be deeper.”
I winced. but if I don’t do it well, you can correct me. I didn’t want to disappoint you, Mr. I stormed into my room, locked it, pulled off my shoes, and lay on the bed, still wearing my school uniform. But what was it? Or right now would work as well, if you-”
I nodded somewhat frantically. I imagined being in the same position from earlier, with master holding me down, his strong hands on my hips, perhaps grabbing my ass again, his thick cock ramming into my cunt, fucking me from behind, ravaging my poor, tight hole. You will learn your place.”
“Yes, master.”
“And now, you can really go.” He stepped around me, removing the chair from under the door. When I got home that day, that was the first time I masturbated thinking about him.
