No Sex, Just Submission

As I’ve been staying in London for so long, I finally reconnected with a Master I haven’t met in several years, in fact, even since before I met my Owner six years ago. He’s had such a profound influence on me, as he trained me to submit to a man and do chores, even without the expectation of sex.

Upon arrival, I remembered to take my shoes off and get on my knees and kiss both his feet, which were covered in fresh white socks. I did this years ago, when he’d taken me in as his house slave for a week. He looked just as I remembered him. He’s shorter than me, with a smaller frame, and of South Asian descent. What had changed was that he was more buff, having replaced his sport activities with the gym. Although compact, I could feel bigger biceps and remarkably tight calves and buttocks. Yeah, even as a total bottom I can appreciate firm, tight buttocks.

Another thing that hasn’t changed is that he relishes praise. He’d praise himself for perfecting his body and expected his sub to echo his sentiment.

He invited me into the living room, where he had set a pillow on the floor at his feet, as he sat on the sofa.