Masters
My wife left work early and came by her mother's house. She walked in on me in bed with her step father, Perry; both of us were bare assed naked, and my head was bobbing up and down between his creamy hairless thighs as I relieved his sexual tension with a very passionate and very satisfying cock sucking. In the heat of the moment neither of us heard her come in. My wife immediately threw me out and my mother in law then threw out Perry as well. I spent that night and several more sex filled nights with Perry in the same bed at a motel. While I was at work he started looking for a place to live and after a week or two he found a place. Perry asked me if I would move in with him and I told him I would give it serious consideration, after all I was homeless and desperately in need of a place to stay. A few days maybe a week later my father in law, Perry and I moved into a really nice three bedroom, two bathroom house with two other mature gentlemen, Steven, mid sixties and Michael, late sixties; all three of these men were forty or more years my senior and both men were divorced or separated like my father in law...and me. They all wanted for me to ha more than just their housekeeper. They wanted me to take on the role of their subservient, obedient bitch wife as well, albeit shared. As for the obedience part All three men were pleasant looking gents and in very nice shape physically, especially Michael. They were all very much older than me and to me that was very exciting. I did not have to think about it very long and actually I knew that I could easily satisfy the three of them okay sexually with my skill as a cocksucker as well as with my lady boy ass pussy, so I eagerly and readily consented. I was anxious to begin my life as a house boi. On the downside I would not receive any pay at all but on the up side I would not have to contribute toward the house rent, utilities and food. They made me 'shake' on a ‘gentlemen’s agreement’ that my place with them would be to cook for them, clean house and do all their laundry serving them as their house boi...emphasis on their ownership. They would own me and I would be their possession for THEIR entertainment and pleasure. I was warned that there would be severe consequences and punishment if I strayed and fell short of expectations. I was already aware that all three were bisexual or homosexual and very much desired and pursued younger men like myself and I would be right there and on call any time they wanted me to suck a cock and or to open my boi pussy for that stiff cock and fucking. So at twenty two, five feet eleven and health club fit, I probably seemed very desirable to them and I was more than okay with that. I was already acquainted with them from meeting them at the health club with Perry. We had all worked out together and played some basketball. We all showered together and how could I ever forget Steven had a very large, gorgeous fat circumcised cock and I fantasized about wrapping my lips around that lovely cock and OMG how fucking much I obsessed and longed for that big beautiful mature stiff cock to be working my hungry boy pussy. Okay back to my narrative... as part of my duties as their house boi I would be their 'on demand' designated cocksucker and when they were particularly horny I would open up my boi pussy for them to fuck. They wanted control over me like their submissive bitch and their wife. So I would have to quit my job and stay home except for going out to the buy groceries and their liquor too. I was attracted to older men anyway, with an addiction already for sucking mature men's dicks and very much enjoyed a homoerotic ass fucking from a mature man’s stiff cock, so it didn’t take very much to convince me to agree to their terms and their specific demands. Besides being a young homosexual sex slave, I kind of liked the idea of being the wife and lover to each man as that meant my pussy would give me some sort of power over them. I knew better. What was I thinking? Well at least that was what I thought and hoped for. They didn’t mind telling me what horny bastards they were and they really wanted me to do house chores in the nude but it ended up that I agreed to wear just panties, but I had to do scrubbing bathrooms, dusting, vacuuming, windows etc totally nude. They especially liked to see me on my hands and knees scrubbing with my bare ass in the air because it made it so easy for them to grab and of course they very, very often did grab and fondle my bare 'Lady Boy' ass along with a playful, more often very firm smack on my naked ass. I agreed to be bitch to serve and to pleasure three masters...theirs. Again I was warned there would be severe consequences and punishment if I strayed and fell short of expectations.
Since the house had only three bedrooms there was no bedroom for me to call my own so I had to sleep on the sofa/hide away bed in the family room... most of the time. There were times I got to sleep on a bed and that was when one of my Masters had just fucked me and he wanted me in his bed the rest of the night in the likely event that he might be up for another round of fucking me and or to wake up with his cock in my mouth. At first I slept in the same bed with my father in law as he was the horniest of the three old men in the house. That changed later on and then I slept in Michael's bed most of the time...that is if He so desired. I was His f a g g o t and It was totally His choice.
When I was a lad I was very, very much a Mama's Boy, Motherfucker, and AND Grandmafucker... I mean TOTAL Mama's Boy Mother Fucker. I always took baths with my mother, and also my grandma, when I was still small enough for both of us together in the same bath tub and I slept in my mother's bed with her every night... till I left home. I sniffed Mother's soiled panties too starting when I was pretty small and kept on sniffing Mother's panties till I left the nest. I especially loved when they were still moist with her sweat and loved it when there were pee stains and brown s k i d marks in mother's panties, Mmm! OMG how thrilling it was and oh how I loved the tantalizing delightful scent of Mother's luscious pussy and craved her pussy's sweet, naughty, tantalizing aroma...what wonderful memories! I adored and worshiped that beautiful, sexy mother of mine so very much that I would do anything and everything she told me to do to please her, and so very often I did just that, and without reservation...same thing went for my grandmas. BTW I sniffed my Grandma's panties, too...both grandmas. Because I was such mama's boy even at that young age I knew I was meant to serve because it gave me so much satisfaction and so much pleasure to serve and above all, to please. As a total mama's boy I learned my culinary skills from my Mother and both of my Grandmas. I observed with close attention and developed and honed my culinary skills very well. My prepared meals never failed to impress and satisfy my three Masters. As a matter of fact they all remarked at one time or another that I would make the right man a very fine wife. I took that to mean they were content with me fulfilling part of my role as their wife as I agreed I would do and that was rewarding to me. I always wore a full front apron when preparing food. The last thing I wanted was to have my titties burned by a sudden pop and splash from bacon in the frying pan...or heaven forbid, a pubic hair in their food. Besides it just seemed more sanitary to me and to my Masters as well. My ass was still exposed and quite often a horny playful hand would be down my panties and or smacking or pinching my ass.
One of my Masters would often take me to a popular Gay Club where I was prostituted like a gay little whore, which I really was, anyway and I was hit on by bunches of horny men, old ones and younger but mainly the mature ones. I always ended up sucking an older man's cock in a back room, often in the rest room stall or in the backseat of his car, often with his dick pounding my ass pussy. Most of the time I wore a mini skirt, panty hose and high heels, make up and wig. I believe I was pretty convincing as a Drag Queen. It was definitely very much a turn on for me to dress in drag. Most of the club patrons recognized me from the times I was there in male clothing, but still hit on me and I relished on that.
After the word got out that I was a skilled chef my father in law very often hosted gay dinner parties and cook outs. Word also got out among Perry's horny macho man Jack Off Club members that I was a skilled and pleasing cocksucker and could milk a man's cock with my boi pussy. His parties always ended up with me in the middle of a circle jerk surrounded by six or more cocks. Many times in warm weather their circle jerk ended up out on the patio with Golden Showers, of course myself their piss target. Many times I was gang banged by up to seven horny men, There was one occasion where I was ass fucked by seven-teen men. If you have ever heard the expression 'never trust a fart', well that was me for sure. My pussy was so fucking loose after that night that I lost any and all control of myself and for three or four days I had several awkward, embarrassing crap myself accidents...too many times actually. I was just mortified. After so many embarrassing accidents I concluded and my Masters all decided that I should always wear a sanitary pad so I gladly wore one of them constantly for several weeks, maybe a couple of months to keep from crapping myself until my hole improved a bit. LOL
One of my Masters was always grabbing my ass or trying to feel me up while I was doing housework. This always turned into a sexual encounter and I would end up on my knees sucking his cock, and often all three of them, one after another, ejaculated a load of their hot semen down my throat. I was always happy to suck one or all of them off while I was doing housework. It was a welcome break for me. Besides, I was relieving his sexual tension as the wife which I very seriously felt responsible that I should do anyway. Giving sexual gratification was not just a one way street as it was good for me too. After all I do very much love a mature cock fucking my boi pussy and then sucking him hard again for a second round of fucking my very accommodating and my most willing cunt.
Laundry was the most difficult of my duties and it was hard to keep my Masters' clothing separated, especially their undergarments. The first time I accidentally mixed up their undies my Masters punished me. I was ordered to remove my panties and bend over naked and grab my ankles for all three Masters to paddle me ten smacks each on my bare ass with my father in law’s 'Tau Kappa Epsilon' fraternity paddle, and I had to say “thank you sir, may I have another” just like Kevin Bacon did in the famous movie. With apprehensive trepidation I meekly took off my panties and submissively bent over as ordered and grabbed my ankles and braced myself for the punishment that my three Masters were about to administer. I knew very well that I was about to enter a whole new world of pain. I took a deep, deep breath. The first smack was so bad it took my breath away. That damn paddle packed a tremendous wallop and it was all I could do to hold back tears from the pain. In my mind I let out a blood curdling scream but somehow I managed not to let it out to be heard. I forgot to say "thank you sir may I have another" and received two additional smacks and was warned I would get two more smacks each and every time I forgot to call one out. I somehow managed to regain my composure and successfully endured more smacks. What the FUCK have I got myself into? Master Michael took it a step further when he took his turn with me He paddled my balls before He was done taking swats on my bare ass. Having my balls hit with that paddle was more than I could handle and I cried out and I shed tears. It took my breath away and everything went dark and I saw stars and was near fainting. I cried hard like the sissy they expected and wanted me to be and Master Michael especially loved that and He reminded me what a miserable, fucking Sissy and Little Dick f a g g o t that I was. Due to the unbearable pain in my stomach and my balls, I naturally forgot to call out “thank you sir, may I have another” when Master Michael smacked my ass and that got me six more and even harder swats to my poor already tenderized ass. That occasion was so much fun for them and apparently quite a turn on for all three Masters that it morphed into regular routine whippings from them with that fucking TKE paddle.
On another occasion Master Michael started playfully punching me. He started to hit me harder. I started to hit back and He became more aggressive. It escalated and he b e a t the fuck out of me. I cried like the fucking sissy that he said I am. Every time he hit me he called me a little cock sucking f a g g o t. I was on the floor crying and Master Michael punched my balls over and over and pummeled me until he must have just gotten tired of it or bored and suddenly quit. Master helped me get up and helped me clean up without speaking. Then he pulled out his semi erect cock and ordered me to suck him off. I obediently complied. About the time He was about to go off He pulled out His dick, threw me on my back, raised up my legs and He fucked me passionately. After that incident I replayed Master Michael pummeling me and punching me over and over while thinking how he got the best of me. I don’t know why but it aroused me to recall Him beating me and Master pummeling my balls, strange as this might seem. I even intensely masturbated several times mentally replaying it and even hoped for a repeat...sex part only, not the thrashing, but only a light whipping maybe. The next trouncing I endured from Master Michael was even more severe and actually it was I who provoked it perhaps subconsciously craving Michael’s attention even though it meant another severe thrashing from Him. Master Michael b e a t me up far worse than His first beating and when I laid on the floor bruised and wounded. He picked me up and he plopped me onto his bed on my back, lubed my ass pussy liberally, raised my legs over His shoulders and He fucked my brains out. My balls ached so badly and my stomach hurt so bad, but that fucking from Master Michael produced my first ever, anal orgasm. My whole body shook and I came so hard I nearly passed out. I forgot temporarily about the beating and in the heat of the moment I blurted out "Master Michael I LOVE YOU!!!" and cried out how desperately I wanted Him, and how much I loved Him and to fuck me and fuck me so hard. From then on every time Master Michael b e a t me up and then afterwards He Always told me how much He loved me as He fucked me and how He hated beating me up, but the beating was for my own good. Master Michael whipped me and b e a t me up many, many more times along with the routine beatings from the other two Masters. In spite of myself I cared so deeply for that man, loved Him madly, even after He b e a t me up so badly. I knew my life would be empty without Master Michael's stern punishment. WTF was wrong with me, Master Michael b e a t the fuck out of me, He abused me so hard and yet I still loved Him madly with my whole heart and soul. He could beat me every day and I would love him more each day.
The regular beatings from my Masters just made me just want to continually try to do better for them all the more, not so much because I feared their punishment but I really wanted to do better for them because I genuinely loved and cared for each one of them and wanted so much to please each one of them. Because I loved each of my Masters so fucking much I never ever mixed up their laundry ever again. It meant more laundry time for me because I simply did individual loads for each Master. My meals continually improved and always brought rave reviews. I actually truly cared very much for my Masters, my husbands, and it gave me the greatest pleasure to please them and I thrived on their approval. I actually took my wife responsibilities very seriously as well and was in every way the best wife i could be, not only domestically but sexually as well. I made it my highest priority and tried every day to be the best submissive wife a man could ever hope for even knowing that I likely would have to endure yet another routine punishing beating. I kept their house very well with dusting and vacuuming and scrubbed the bathroom spotless. Older men very often lose their aim when peeing and so did my Masters. They were no exception and would always miss the toilet with their urine stream making pee spots and odor on the floor and amber stains on the toilet bowl rim and shed pubic hairs all over. My three Masters were as bad, times three. I was always on my hands and knees in the bathroom keeping up with the pubic hairs and wayward pee stains and puddles, and scrubbing the toilet, bathtub and the sinks. The master bathroom had two sinks.
It was not a one-way street, my Masters cared very much for me too and even demonstrated it too. Each Master individually would take me out to dinner and a movie and to a bar for a romantic nightcap and that made me feel so damned special and cared for. Each one of them would occasionally buy me a gift like jewelry, a watch, a sexy ankle bracelet, lacy panties, nice clothes, and on my birthday they went together and bought me a car. Not a used car but a new Mustang GT with my name alone on the title. I got lots of 'oohs and ahhs' from all of my fellow housewives at the supermarket. Frankly, I loved all three of my Masters very, very much; so much that I would do everything all over again and without hesitation, even if I knew I was going to be in for many whippings and beatings. I was told I displayed symptoms of ‘Stockholm Syndrome’. Maybe so, because I gave each one of them my all, my whole heart and soul, and I genuinely loved doing it for my Masters. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for each one, NOTHING!!!
I lived with my father in law and loved Him and I loved his two boyfriends, my Masters, especially Master Michael whom I worshiped and who loved me so much that He disciplined me severely and sternly punished me I worked my panties off for them and slept with them, and I shed my blood, my sweat and oceans of my tears,... lots and lots of tears, many many times for them. i took whippings from them and brutal beatings from Master Michael and made mad passionate, homosexual love with all three of them. I poured my whole being, my body and soul into satisfying and pleasing all three of them sexually with my homoerotic, passionate love never fake love, real love, not ever pretend love. From fucking to sucking and many other forms of homosexual perversion I continually satisfied my Masters' sexual needs and emotional desires as well.. I did all that for three years before my wife took me back, much the worse for wear. I loved my three Masters so very much and my wife knew that especially my deep undying love for my Master Michael, and my whole hearted devotion to Him body and soul. Words cannot express how much i loved Master Michael. Somehow my wife still loved me enough and wanted me enough to take me back even knowing full well that I am absolutely a full-blown homosexual and knowing how much I loved my Master Michael...and that given the chance, I would in fact do it all over and over again, even all of the beatings again.,,and indeed I most definitely would.
...Yes!!! I would jump, duck waddle, crawl and do all humanly possible for a chance of doing it all over again, every last minute of it... even taking all of the beatings again, but especially my biggest pleasure - pleasing and pleasuring my love, my Master Michael!!! I will always deeply love Him and He still lives in my heart.
Since the house had only three bedrooms there was no bedroom for me to call my own so I had to sleep on the sofa/hide away bed in the family room... most of the time. There were times I got to sleep on a bed and that was when one of my Masters had just fucked me and he wanted me in his bed the rest of the night in the likely event that he might be up for another round of fucking me and or to wake up with his cock in my mouth. At first I slept in the same bed with my father in law as he was the horniest of the three old men in the house. That changed later on and then I slept in Michael's bed most of the time...that is if He so desired. I was His f a g g o t and It was totally His choice.
When I was a lad I was very, very much a Mama's Boy, Motherfucker, and AND Grandmafucker... I mean TOTAL Mama's Boy Mother Fucker. I always took baths with my mother, and also my grandma, when I was still small enough for both of us together in the same bath tub and I slept in my mother's bed with her every night... till I left home. I sniffed Mother's soiled panties too starting when I was pretty small and kept on sniffing Mother's panties till I left the nest. I especially loved when they were still moist with her sweat and loved it when there were pee stains and brown s k i d marks in mother's panties, Mmm! OMG how thrilling it was and oh how I loved the tantalizing delightful scent of Mother's luscious pussy and craved her pussy's sweet, naughty, tantalizing aroma...what wonderful memories! I adored and worshiped that beautiful, sexy mother of mine so very much that I would do anything and everything she told me to do to please her, and so very often I did just that, and without reservation...same thing went for my grandmas. BTW I sniffed my Grandma's panties, too...both grandmas. Because I was such mama's boy even at that young age I knew I was meant to serve because it gave me so much satisfaction and so much pleasure to serve and above all, to please. As a total mama's boy I learned my culinary skills from my Mother and both of my Grandmas. I observed with close attention and developed and honed my culinary skills very well. My prepared meals never failed to impress and satisfy my three Masters. As a matter of fact they all remarked at one time or another that I would make the right man a very fine wife. I took that to mean they were content with me fulfilling part of my role as their wife as I agreed I would do and that was rewarding to me. I always wore a full front apron when preparing food. The last thing I wanted was to have my titties burned by a sudden pop and splash from bacon in the frying pan...or heaven forbid, a pubic hair in their food. Besides it just seemed more sanitary to me and to my Masters as well. My ass was still exposed and quite often a horny playful hand would be down my panties and or smacking or pinching my ass.
One of my Masters would often take me to a popular Gay Club where I was prostituted like a gay little whore, which I really was, anyway and I was hit on by bunches of horny men, old ones and younger but mainly the mature ones. I always ended up sucking an older man's cock in a back room, often in the rest room stall or in the backseat of his car, often with his dick pounding my ass pussy. Most of the time I wore a mini skirt, panty hose and high heels, make up and wig. I believe I was pretty convincing as a Drag Queen. It was definitely very much a turn on for me to dress in drag. Most of the club patrons recognized me from the times I was there in male clothing, but still hit on me and I relished on that.
After the word got out that I was a skilled chef my father in law very often hosted gay dinner parties and cook outs. Word also got out among Perry's horny macho man Jack Off Club members that I was a skilled and pleasing cocksucker and could milk a man's cock with my boi pussy. His parties always ended up with me in the middle of a circle jerk surrounded by six or more cocks. Many times in warm weather their circle jerk ended up out on the patio with Golden Showers, of course myself their piss target. Many times I was gang banged by up to seven horny men, There was one occasion where I was ass fucked by seven-teen men. If you have ever heard the expression 'never trust a fart', well that was me for sure. My pussy was so fucking loose after that night that I lost any and all control of myself and for three or four days I had several awkward, embarrassing crap myself accidents...too many times actually. I was just mortified. After so many embarrassing accidents I concluded and my Masters all decided that I should always wear a sanitary pad so I gladly wore one of them constantly for several weeks, maybe a couple of months to keep from crapping myself until my hole improved a bit. LOL
One of my Masters was always grabbing my ass or trying to feel me up while I was doing housework. This always turned into a sexual encounter and I would end up on my knees sucking his cock, and often all three of them, one after another, ejaculated a load of their hot semen down my throat. I was always happy to suck one or all of them off while I was doing housework. It was a welcome break for me. Besides, I was relieving his sexual tension as the wife which I very seriously felt responsible that I should do anyway. Giving sexual gratification was not just a one way street as it was good for me too. After all I do very much love a mature cock fucking my boi pussy and then sucking him hard again for a second round of fucking my very accommodating and my most willing cunt.
Laundry was the most difficult of my duties and it was hard to keep my Masters' clothing separated, especially their undergarments. The first time I accidentally mixed up their undies my Masters punished me. I was ordered to remove my panties and bend over naked and grab my ankles for all three Masters to paddle me ten smacks each on my bare ass with my father in law’s 'Tau Kappa Epsilon' fraternity paddle, and I had to say “thank you sir, may I have another” just like Kevin Bacon did in the famous movie. With apprehensive trepidation I meekly took off my panties and submissively bent over as ordered and grabbed my ankles and braced myself for the punishment that my three Masters were about to administer. I knew very well that I was about to enter a whole new world of pain. I took a deep, deep breath. The first smack was so bad it took my breath away. That damn paddle packed a tremendous wallop and it was all I could do to hold back tears from the pain. In my mind I let out a blood curdling scream but somehow I managed not to let it out to be heard. I forgot to say "thank you sir may I have another" and received two additional smacks and was warned I would get two more smacks each and every time I forgot to call one out. I somehow managed to regain my composure and successfully endured more smacks. What the FUCK have I got myself into? Master Michael took it a step further when he took his turn with me He paddled my balls before He was done taking swats on my bare ass. Having my balls hit with that paddle was more than I could handle and I cried out and I shed tears. It took my breath away and everything went dark and I saw stars and was near fainting. I cried hard like the sissy they expected and wanted me to be and Master Michael especially loved that and He reminded me what a miserable, fucking Sissy and Little Dick f a g g o t that I was. Due to the unbearable pain in my stomach and my balls, I naturally forgot to call out “thank you sir, may I have another” when Master Michael smacked my ass and that got me six more and even harder swats to my poor already tenderized ass. That occasion was so much fun for them and apparently quite a turn on for all three Masters that it morphed into regular routine whippings from them with that fucking TKE paddle.
On another occasion Master Michael started playfully punching me. He started to hit me harder. I started to hit back and He became more aggressive. It escalated and he b e a t the fuck out of me. I cried like the fucking sissy that he said I am. Every time he hit me he called me a little cock sucking f a g g o t. I was on the floor crying and Master Michael punched my balls over and over and pummeled me until he must have just gotten tired of it or bored and suddenly quit. Master helped me get up and helped me clean up without speaking. Then he pulled out his semi erect cock and ordered me to suck him off. I obediently complied. About the time He was about to go off He pulled out His dick, threw me on my back, raised up my legs and He fucked me passionately. After that incident I replayed Master Michael pummeling me and punching me over and over while thinking how he got the best of me. I don’t know why but it aroused me to recall Him beating me and Master pummeling my balls, strange as this might seem. I even intensely masturbated several times mentally replaying it and even hoped for a repeat...sex part only, not the thrashing, but only a light whipping maybe. The next trouncing I endured from Master Michael was even more severe and actually it was I who provoked it perhaps subconsciously craving Michael’s attention even though it meant another severe thrashing from Him. Master Michael b e a t me up far worse than His first beating and when I laid on the floor bruised and wounded. He picked me up and he plopped me onto his bed on my back, lubed my ass pussy liberally, raised my legs over His shoulders and He fucked my brains out. My balls ached so badly and my stomach hurt so bad, but that fucking from Master Michael produced my first ever, anal orgasm. My whole body shook and I came so hard I nearly passed out. I forgot temporarily about the beating and in the heat of the moment I blurted out "Master Michael I LOVE YOU!!!" and cried out how desperately I wanted Him, and how much I loved Him and to fuck me and fuck me so hard. From then on every time Master Michael b e a t me up and then afterwards He Always told me how much He loved me as He fucked me and how He hated beating me up, but the beating was for my own good. Master Michael whipped me and b e a t me up many, many more times along with the routine beatings from the other two Masters. In spite of myself I cared so deeply for that man, loved Him madly, even after He b e a t me up so badly. I knew my life would be empty without Master Michael's stern punishment. WTF was wrong with me, Master Michael b e a t the fuck out of me, He abused me so hard and yet I still loved Him madly with my whole heart and soul. He could beat me every day and I would love him more each day.
The regular beatings from my Masters just made me just want to continually try to do better for them all the more, not so much because I feared their punishment but I really wanted to do better for them because I genuinely loved and cared for each one of them and wanted so much to please each one of them. Because I loved each of my Masters so fucking much I never ever mixed up their laundry ever again. It meant more laundry time for me because I simply did individual loads for each Master. My meals continually improved and always brought rave reviews. I actually truly cared very much for my Masters, my husbands, and it gave me the greatest pleasure to please them and I thrived on their approval. I actually took my wife responsibilities very seriously as well and was in every way the best wife i could be, not only domestically but sexually as well. I made it my highest priority and tried every day to be the best submissive wife a man could ever hope for even knowing that I likely would have to endure yet another routine punishing beating. I kept their house very well with dusting and vacuuming and scrubbed the bathroom spotless. Older men very often lose their aim when peeing and so did my Masters. They were no exception and would always miss the toilet with their urine stream making pee spots and odor on the floor and amber stains on the toilet bowl rim and shed pubic hairs all over. My three Masters were as bad, times three. I was always on my hands and knees in the bathroom keeping up with the pubic hairs and wayward pee stains and puddles, and scrubbing the toilet, bathtub and the sinks. The master bathroom had two sinks.
It was not a one-way street, my Masters cared very much for me too and even demonstrated it too. Each Master individually would take me out to dinner and a movie and to a bar for a romantic nightcap and that made me feel so damned special and cared for. Each one of them would occasionally buy me a gift like jewelry, a watch, a sexy ankle bracelet, lacy panties, nice clothes, and on my birthday they went together and bought me a car. Not a used car but a new Mustang GT with my name alone on the title. I got lots of 'oohs and ahhs' from all of my fellow housewives at the supermarket. Frankly, I loved all three of my Masters very, very much; so much that I would do everything all over again and without hesitation, even if I knew I was going to be in for many whippings and beatings. I was told I displayed symptoms of ‘Stockholm Syndrome’. Maybe so, because I gave each one of them my all, my whole heart and soul, and I genuinely loved doing it for my Masters. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for each one, NOTHING!!!
I lived with my father in law and loved Him and I loved his two boyfriends, my Masters, especially Master Michael whom I worshiped and who loved me so much that He disciplined me severely and sternly punished me I worked my panties off for them and slept with them, and I shed my blood, my sweat and oceans of my tears,... lots and lots of tears, many many times for them. i took whippings from them and brutal beatings from Master Michael and made mad passionate, homosexual love with all three of them. I poured my whole being, my body and soul into satisfying and pleasing all three of them sexually with my homoerotic, passionate love never fake love, real love, not ever pretend love. From fucking to sucking and many other forms of homosexual perversion I continually satisfied my Masters' sexual needs and emotional desires as well.. I did all that for three years before my wife took me back, much the worse for wear. I loved my three Masters so very much and my wife knew that especially my deep undying love for my Master Michael, and my whole hearted devotion to Him body and soul. Words cannot express how much i loved Master Michael. Somehow my wife still loved me enough and wanted me enough to take me back even knowing full well that I am absolutely a full-blown homosexual and knowing how much I loved my Master Michael...and that given the chance, I would in fact do it all over and over again, even all of the beatings again.,,and indeed I most definitely would.
...Yes!!! I would jump, duck waddle, crawl and do all humanly possible for a chance of doing it all over again, every last minute of it... even taking all of the beatings again, but especially my biggest pleasure - pleasing and pleasuring my love, my Master Michael!!! I will always deeply love Him and He still lives in my heart.
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