I am lying on the cold, hard floor, naked with my legs spread open. Still feeling the excruciating kicks to my balls. Moments before. "I told you to keep your fag mouth wide open, cunt". Sir Masterful's warm breath against my ear, his voice reduced to a whisper by my earplugs.  Then the kicks. Lights flashed behind my closed eyelids. The pain was almost unbearable. Now completely immobile, tied to the ground by His words, anticipating what might happen. "I'm just His plaything, His human receptacle." Repeating my mantra. Suddenly a warm droplet hits my face. And another... When the salty spunk touches my tongue I cannot not suppress a smile. I immediately realise my error. My body cringes for the anticipated pain... and Master never disappoints. The road ahead is still long...