The Covenant - Apprentice Basinger - Chapter 3
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I received another message from tormentor Cox this morning. I was to instantaneously report to bedroom 11 where I’d receive farther instructions.I’d heard nothing from him since my penalty a month ago. I’d been attempting to keep my head down and work as stiff as I could in the expect he’d hear good things about my progress, so I honestly expected I wasn’t in distress again.I indeed really ...I indeed really want tormentor Cox to be pleased with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of male energy which I find extremely coercing and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to perceive him inside me again.So, I went to bedroom 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to sundress myself in the milky ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg.It took me the longest time to figure out how to put them on. At first-ever view they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated milky fabric. I got into fairly a fright attempting to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being punished again. In the end I think I managed to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I sensed it looked like some sort of baggy toga.I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice saying me to crawl, so I instantaneously got on all fours. The bedroom was blinding. Almost everything inside was milky and it was indeed brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric.I spotted tormentor Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking exceptionally formal, in a unspoiled milky suit, shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how luxurious and smart he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a blast inside me!My eyes moved from Fantana onto a display of unspoiled red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a ginormous milky sofa in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so lengthy to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the bedroom and I guess it frightened me a tiny - almost as tho that pool of blood crimson were warning me of danger.Then I spotted tormentor Cox sitting on the sofa and instantly sensed this super-naughty bolt of ems unit surging thru my body. He was similarly dressed to tormentor Fantana and looked every bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous.I crawled throughout the bedroom toward him and stopped at his feet. He told me to embark washing, and some sort of instinct must have crushed in, because I knew I needed to carefully eliminate his milky slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the cup of holy water in front of the sofa and mildly work it into his feet. I was half hoping him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up.He revved me around and embarked to fondle me so intimately. Fireworks instantaneously embarked exploding in my head and my entire bod began to shake. This was my master; the boy who’d relieved me of my boyhood and made me a boy in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inside me again. I needed to relive the energy surge which came when I sensed his life-giving seed exploding into my body. That moment, when he shoved himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to handle however he wanted. I would have done anything for him.He unbuckled the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely nude and vulnerable. He trained me to get on my knees before unbuckling his belt and letting his pants and undies fall to the floor. His meatpipe was stiff and I inhaled it as lovingly as I could while he liquidated the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whining gently.He sat back down on the sofa and I continued to use my facehole to sheer pleasure him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got fully carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him sensed right.He shoved me on all 4s down onto the sofa and I shovel my bum toward him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I sensed the peak of his meatpipe sliding over my fuck hole and then leisurely making its way inside me. I stayed as eased as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining silent was important.And then he was making enjoy to me and my meatpipe was stiff as a rock. I could perceive the preseminal fluid dribbling from my dick.I found myself looking hetero at tormentor Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I wished him to look at me. I wished him to remember shooting his nut-juice inside me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.But tormentor Cox’ meatpipe sensed so good. I liked that he seemed as aroused this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was nailing me even stiffer this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my gams back so he could fuck me indeed deep and smooch me intensively at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.Fantana was massaging himself and gently touching my nipples. Then he pulled his stiff meatpipe out of his suit pants and I got on all 4s and inhaled it while tormentor Cox screwed me like some sort of super-naughty brute from behind.Then he embarked to convulse savagely and roar and gasp and abruptly I could perceive his life-seed injecting me again, exploding into me like he’d shoved a hosepipe pipe into my bum and revved on the tap. As he extracted it squirted everywhere.Then Fantana told me to flip onto my back, and embarked wanking his meatpipe right over my face, until he erupted into my mouth. Then he smooched me indeed passionately. And I lay there, total of the spunk of these superb men, sensing stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
I received another message from tormentor Cox this morning. I was to instantaneously report to bedroom 11 where I’d receive farther instructions.I’d heard nothing from him since my penalty a month ago. I’d been attempting to keep my head down and work as stiff as I could in the expect he’d hear good things about my progress, so I honestly expected I wasn’t in distress again.I indeed really ...I indeed really want tormentor Cox to be pleased with me. In fact, for the last few weeks, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. He just exudes a sort of male energy which I find extremely coercing and hugely inspiring. It makes me want to be better… And I longed to perceive him inside me again.So, I went to bedroom 11, heart thumping in my head. A note in the room’s antechamber informed me that I’d need to sundress myself in the milky ceremonial robes which were hanging, rather grandly, on a peg.It took me the longest time to figure out how to put them on. At first-ever view they seemed to be nothing but a mass of pleated milky fabric. I got into fairly a fright attempting to put them on, worrying I was gonna get it all wrong and wind up being punished again. In the end I think I managed to work it out. Of course, there was no mirror in the room, but I sensed it looked like some sort of baggy toga.I took a deep breath, knocked on the door and was told to enter. As I opened the door, I heard a voice saying me to crawl, so I instantaneously got on all fours. The bedroom was blinding. Almost everything inside was milky and it was indeed brightly lit. The walls were lined with yards and yards of opulent floaty fabric.I spotted tormentor Fantana first, standing at the back of the room, looking exceptionally formal, in a unspoiled milky suit, shirt and tie. I couldn’t believe how luxurious and smart he looked. The last time I’d seen his face, he was actually shooting a blast inside me!My eyes moved from Fantana onto a display of unspoiled red; an ostentatious, scarlet velvet blanket on a ginormous milky sofa in the middle of the room. I don’t know why it took me so lengthy to notice it. It was the only bit of color in the bedroom and I guess it frightened me a tiny - almost as tho that pool of blood crimson were warning me of danger.Then I spotted tormentor Cox sitting on the sofa and instantly sensed this super-naughty bolt of ems unit surging thru my body. He was similarly dressed to tormentor Fantana and looked every bit as smart and handsome… perhaps even more so. His dignified mustache was framing his face, making his beautiful, dark eyes look both doleful and dangerous.I crawled throughout the bedroom toward him and stopped at his feet. He told me to embark washing, and some sort of instinct must have crushed in, because I knew I needed to carefully eliminate his milky slippers and socks, gently dip a cloth into the cup of holy water in front of the sofa and mildly work it into his feet. I was half hoping him to stop me and tell me it was all wrong, but he said “very good” and told me to stand up.He revved me around and embarked to fondle me so intimately. Fireworks instantaneously embarked exploding in my head and my entire bod began to shake. This was my master; the boy who’d relieved me of my boyhood and made me a boy in the most thrilling way. I was desperate to have him inside me again. I needed to relive the energy surge which came when I sensed his life-giving seed exploding into my body. That moment, when he shoved himself into me, I knew I was his forever. I was his to handle however he wanted. I would have done anything for him.He unbuckled the fastenings on my ceremonial robes and they billowed down to the floor, leaving me entirely nude and vulnerable. He trained me to get on my knees before unbuckling his belt and letting his pants and undies fall to the floor. His meatpipe was stiff and I inhaled it as lovingly as I could while he liquidated the rest of his clothes. I knew he liked it. He was whining gently.He sat back down on the sofa and I continued to use my facehole to sheer pleasure him, taking my cues from the sounds he was making. I got fully carried away. I’d never done anything like it in my life before, but doing it with him sensed right.He shoved me on all 4s down onto the sofa and I shovel my bum toward him knowing what he wanted. A moment later, I sensed the peak of his meatpipe sliding over my fuck hole and then leisurely making its way inside me. I stayed as eased as I could, remembering from the last time that remaining silent was important.And then he was making enjoy to me and my meatpipe was stiff as a rock. I could perceive the preseminal fluid dribbling from my dick.I found myself looking hetero at tormentor Fantana, but he kept his eyes lowered, maybe out of respect. I wished him to look at me. I wished him to remember shooting his nut-juice inside me. I don’t know why, but I somehow needed him to want to do it again.But tormentor Cox’ meatpipe sensed so good. I liked that he seemed as aroused this time as he’d seemed last month. If anything, he was nailing me even stiffer this time. He got me on the bed, on my back, and told Fantana to hold my gams back so he could fuck me indeed deep and smooch me intensively at the same time. He seemed desperate for me. Addicted almost.Fantana was massaging himself and gently touching my nipples. Then he pulled his stiff meatpipe out of his suit pants and I got on all 4s and inhaled it while tormentor Cox screwed me like some sort of super-naughty brute from behind.Then he embarked to convulse savagely and roar and gasp and abruptly I could perceive his life-seed injecting me again, exploding into me like he’d shoved a hosepipe pipe into my bum and revved on the tap. As he extracted it squirted everywhere.Then Fantana told me to flip onto my back, and embarked wanking his meatpipe right over my face, until he erupted into my mouth. Then he smooched me indeed passionately. And I lay there, total of the spunk of these superb men, sensing stronger, bolder and more beautiful.
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