Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2

became completely hypnotized by what went on. The scene was simple. On a

table with its side to the crowd for maximum display, a slave-boi had

been tied down. He was kneeling, straps around his knees and ankles

securing him to the tabletop, legs spread wide. His neck was similarly

strapped to the table, so that his ass stuck high up in the air. His

arms were tied together at the wrists and elbows and a rope coming down

from the ceiling made sure that they pointed straight up in the air. He

was completely naked, his skin an absolutely beautiful shape of dark

brown, soft and hairless. His body was completely unmarked, pristine and

he had a powerful erection even if he looked very, very nervous, wide

brown eyes staring at his owner.

His owner was a not very big, but very stylish and handsome looking

gentleman with beautiful brown skin. He wore an impeccable black suit,

complete with a shiny white shirt and a bowtie. He looked strangely out

of place, elegant and refined like he was on his way to a high society

dinner or the opera, but only until you took a closer look at him. His

spotless suit was made entirely of rubber and the elegant gloves he was

putting on were also rubber. He bent down to his slave and asked: "Are

you ready, my pretty?" The slave swallowed hard and said in a half

strangled, but quite clear voice: "Master, yes Master." The elegant

master asked again: "Do you want me to do this?" "Master, yes Master,"

the slave answered, "this useless slave boi will do anything for you.

Anything at all." With that the master patted his head and turned his

attention to the slave's ass and crotch. He let his rubber covered hand

slide down over the slave's butt and said, musingly: "We'd better

relieve any dangerous pressure, don't you think?" At this the slave

thanked his master profusely, almost crying. The master's hand slid down

and into the slave's crotch, gently grasping the rock hard cock there,