"I'm here boy" was all the text message read on my phone as I sat on the couch. I knew he was coming over, so I was waiting with my visitor parking pass.
I rush outside to hand him the pass, he rolls up the window, and pulls away to park on the street. I turn to go back inside, and my phone vibrates in my hand.
Instructions! I smile and read what I'm expected to do as I attempt the stairs two and three at a time.
"I'm going to park my car, then walk back to your apartment, you better be ready for service when I walk through the door. You will be in the entryway, on your knees, with your ass facing the door. You will be only in your leather jockstrap ready to please this cock.
On the couch, I want your bondage collar, blindfold, leash, ball gag, lube, and butt plug. Better hurry, I'm quite ready to breed that ass, and am going to be walking quickly."
I swung open the door and stripped my clothes. I already had my jockstrap on, and most of my stuff was readily available in the bedroom closet.
I grabbed all that was required of me, and laid it on the couch neatly, and positioned myself where I was expected. I knelt down, put my forehead against the floor, and my hands outstretched in front of me, exactly as he trained me to do.
I wait for what feels like hours, as it always does when I'm waiting for him to use me, and my apartment door swings open, and his voice immediately rings through, "Okay John, I have to get going, got a hot boy hole winking at me and I need to show it what I want."
He hangs up the phone and approaches me, spits on my hole and pushes his thumb deep inside, causing a groan to escape my mouth, "thank you Sir."
"Yes boy. Gotta start loosening up that hole before I drop a hot load. I don't have long, follow me."
I crawl behind him as he walks to the couch, he sits down, and I immediately start licking his boots, as a good bottom slut should.
"Good boy, clean my boots."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," as I gather more saliva in my mouth.
