Slave in Training

"Fine, I guess I can help out." He cracked a little bit of a smile as he walked me in and shut the door behind him. I went to start packing boxes, and he gripped my arm before I was able to start. "You're a little cutie, aren't you?" He was clearly in control of the situation, and the confidence in his voice was all that was needed to make that clear. "Um... Thanks..." I was blushing deeper now, intimidated and embarrassed. He knew it too, as he gave me a light slap on the behind. It stung, but it was great. "You like knowing your place, don't you? Don't think I can't see that blush on your face..." I was so nervous by now, my legs began to shake a bit. He laid a hand on my rear and another on my hip. I could see a bulge beginning to form through his jeans, and my heart began racing. I began to move my hand toward it, my mouth watering in anticipation. I ran my fingers along it, and he let out a long sigh. "That's it bitch, you feel that big bulge? Why don't you get it out of there?" I looked up at him with vulnerable, nervous eyes and did as he said. He was in charge, and I wasn't about to disobey him. I undid the button on his jeans and let the zipper down, letting them slip to his ankles. I removed his boxers quickly, and couldn't help but stare. He was huge, at least nine inches. He smiled again, and it was almost comforting this time. "that's it, bitch, play with that cock." my response was almost instant. "Y-yes sir... Right away." I began to stutter and stammer I was so nervous. I fondled his manhood, feeling every inch of his heavy, hot member. "That's it, know your place, bitch. Tell me where you belong." I already knew the answer to that question. "um.... Uh.... Under you, sir..." I began stroking him, fondling his heavy balls as I did "get it wet, bitch." my mouth watered even more as I dropped to my knees.