Persona [Chapter Two]

Kinks: Master-Slave / Dom-Sub, Humiliation, Sex Toys

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POV: Rico

So with that, the secret's out for the world to know.

Me, Rico, respected professional and successful manager in the vast spaces of the corporate dimension. I hold authority and command the attention of people more than my fingers could count.

My decisions help shape the careers of people around me and steer the direction of the company I work for.

Yet behind closed doors and trustworthy spaces, only one person shapes my destiny and steers me into the direction of his choosing.

My partner, Jared.

My Master.

One might wonder how such a dynamic could exist, let alone be possible. I mean, who in their right mind would seek to place themselves under another person's power, to entrust highly-private and personal decisions upon one's body and behavior to another individual who also operates on their own mindset and principles?

Why do it in the first place, even?

Because it gives us joy.

Because it gives us purpose.

Because it's our outlet for satisfaction, be it personal or sexual.

The subculture of BDSM has been around for quite some time, pero it's not something that is - to borrow a buzzword nowadays - mainstream. When people talk of BDSM, the first thing that comes to their mind is 50 Shades of Grey (never mind the fact that Love and Leashes also exist, which is an amazing Korean film, by the way).

Bondage and Discipline.

Dominance and Submission.

Sadism and Masochism.

The tenets of BDSM operate on these paired virtues, which largely dictate how a wide range of kinks and fetishes are practiced.

Oo na, it's a mouthful to even swallow, as if naman na hindi pa kayo nakasubo ng tite na malaki sa tanang-buhay nyo. Before I end up writing the rest of my entry as a dissertation on BDSM, mas mabuting mag-walkthrough nalang ako on how mine and my Master Jared's dynamic works.

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POV: Rico

It's the weekend, so we are both have temporary freedom from the chains of our corporate servitude. At least, Master Jared has his chains free.

The chains of my submissiveness knows no holiday nor break, not unless my Master allows me to, or I specifically request it.

That's all specified in our contract. Parang legal document lang din, when my Master bent me to his will, I surrendered control to him and we discussed what the do's and don't's of this engagement are.

What am I prepared to give up?

What do I consent him to control?

What are my kinks and how can I serve him?

These are but a few questions that built the foundation of my contract with him. Without these rules to define our kinky relationship, we'd just flounder about and end up stepping on each other's boundaries and lines of consent. Big no-no.

"Good Morning, Master." Part of my contract is to always address him as Master, hence why in my subspace (when I enter my submissive persona), I have conditioned myself to address Master Jared appropriately. Naturally, I am not in my subspace at work, as that is part of the contract's boundaries too. No shitting where we eat!

A grunt. Master Jared just barely stirs beside me in bed even as I cuddle up closer to him and rub my needy boner against his thigh. A normal guy would feel some degree of frustration over this, but a sub must know his place.

In my case, a slave.

No, not the proverbial sort, but rather the kinky sort of slave. A slave is a submissive who has surrendered a great deal more control and consent to his master, which means that his master gets to do as he pleases and the slave basically has to deal with it.

Which is perfectly fine by me. My master's satisfaction and approval is my highest directive and joy.

I take in Master Jared's scent and putangina, nanigas lalo ang tite ko sa amoy ng libog nya. He rewarded me with the most mind-blowing sex last night and I swear I can still smell his lust this morning.

Even in sleep, Master commands me to give him pleasure.

I slip under the covers and true enough, Master Jared's boner is peeking out gratuitously through his boxers.

Bon appétit, slut.

I pull down my Master's boxers and take in his dick with a professional sucker's gag reflex. Fuck, sobrang tigas, and his nectar-like precum flowed smoothly as my tongue danced at the tip of his dick.

It's this slave's favorite pastime to just indulge on Master's dick. Master Jared's cock may be slightly less gifted than mine (I would get punished just for thinking that), but in my eyes, no dick would come close to driving me nuts with lust than my Master's dick.

And madami-dami na ding tite ang dumaan at nagpatirik ng mata ko sa sarap. Master Jared sits at the top of all of those cocks.

"Mmmmm..." a soft moan escapes my Master's lips, which I take as a sign of approval and a recognition of my good performance. I increase the pace of my sucking and run my tongue up its length each time I slip it out of my lips.

Every inch of Master's cock must be given attention, no questions asked. If I will pleasure my Master, I must give it my all.

"Putangina, gutom ka na namang puta ka ah."

Fuck.

Master Jared's crass language sings in my ears as an angelic choir would, sending arousing shivers down my spine and making my dick leak a gratuitous amount of precum on the sheets.

I so love it when he talks dirty to me, especially when it has that hungry lustful tone na parang gusto nya kong babuyin buong araw.

Fuck, yes, gusto ko po magpababoy buong araw.

Today, I want to be a slut.

"Mmmm, yes sir, your slut is still hungry for Master..." I gave Master Jared's dick another generous lick, eliciting another lengthy moan from him, then took it between my lips and swallowed it once again. He followed suit by placing a hand over my head and shoving it deep into his dick until I can smell the musk of his pubes.

Mmm, FUCK, I can almost feel his dick against my throat!

"Mmmm...!" I struggled at first, but experience has taught me better to calm my gag reflex and savor the rich taste of Master Jared's cock kasama ng nakakalibog na amoy ng bulbol nya. It was a dual sensory experience that never fails to give me one of my sexual highs.

"Good boy, gusto mo ng tite ko, diba?" I could hear Master Jared's voice as a distant echo in my lust-dazed mind. I would nod, but my head's very much occupied at the time. "Let me see the slut who's craving for my cock."

I felt my head being yanked out of his cock - a nightmare, like taking my favorite candy away from me all of a sudden - and next thing I know I'm face to face with my Master's smirking face, his expression one of predatory lust.

Oh, fuck, sir, my dick and ass are begging for a lot of things with just that look.

He tugs at my hair harder as he continues to admire me with his gaze and my tongue emerges of its own from my open mouth, desperately seeking a tasty cock that it cannot find.

"Anong meron sa puta ko today?" Master Jared pulled me close to his face and whispers at my ear, then planted a bite at my neck before sucking on it hard.

Hickeys, yay! Slut did a good job!

It is the way of the Master and Slave (or Dominant and Submissive for the lighter arrangements) to revolve around Rewards and Punishments.

The principle is quite simple: be a good boy and get a reward. Be a bad boy and expect your punishment.

All in good pleasure and sexual fun, of course. A punishment must never be one of non-consent, and a reward can take on any form of pleasure or enjoyment that the sub seeks from his Master.

Through this simple transaction, authority is instilled and obedience is maintained.

"M-Master...!" my sanity broke down as I moan my lust out loud, his lips generously exploring my neck and his breath a series of ticklish, arousing brushes of lust that continue to stoke the fires of my lust. "P-please, Master, y - aaaaah - your slut wants... mmmmh...!"

"Wants what?" Master Jared, ever the tease, moves down to my clavicle and ravages me further there. I use the term "ravage", because my boyfriend Jared would plant kisses there in romantic, passionate sex. Master Jared, however, would express such appreciation for one of my weak spots in a more aggressive manner. "Sabihin mo kung ano gusto ng slave ko."

"I... ito po... M-mas -aaaaaah! - ter..." Blind with lust, I groped for Master Jared's cock, which, not surprisingly, continues to throb harder than our collection of dildos. More good boy points for me, because I continue to turn Master on and I'm definitely making his morning a great one.

"Yeah?" Master moved to my nipples, biting and sucking with such intense relish that my legs were feeling like jelly from weakness. More rewards for his good boy slave!

"Please, Master...!" I instinctively let my hands guide Master Jared's head down a generous exploration of my nipples and chest area, his lips, tongue, and teeth alternating in a dance of ecstasy that has made me breathless with my incessant moaning. "Baby... baby boy is hungry... your slave boy is hungry... please, Master... cock... want... Master's... COCK!"

Begging. Master Jared loves it when I beg. When his slave boy becomes desperate for sexual gratification, he knows that I will do anything and everything for him.

"Putangina mo, gutom kang baboy ka. Sige, kainin mo, don't waste a good boner from Master!"

YES, SIR!

Down my head is yanked back to my greatest reward: Master's dick has oozed a hefty amount of precum in the short amount of time I spent away from it, and like a true puta I lapped it all up, slobbering and sucking with wanton abandon.

Decent manager, my ass. This morning, I'm a shameless slut.

And I don't fucking care.

My Master's approval is the only thing I care about right now.

And fucking approve he does.

"Putangina, ayan na, is my slave ready for his morning milk?" I felt Master Jared's hands relax against my hair, only to be replaced by him fucking my head with his thrusts.

GOD, YES.

Give it to me, sir!

Feed your slave with your milk!

"PUTA, SAGOT!"

He yanked his dick off my mouth and gave me a hard slap on the face, just enough to keep me in that sexual nirvana and still command my attention to obey.

"SIR, YES! GIVE IT TO YOUR SLAVE, PLEASE!" I drunkenly yell at him, taking his dick back into my mouth and sucking hard and fast against it. I can feel every throb and thrust so hard at this point that I know it's almost there.

And it's gonna be a big one.

Just as big as the load of cum still plugged up my ass from last night.

"Good boy!" Master Jared thrusted even harder, his expression now one of sexual intensity. "Don't waste a drop, slut!"

FUCK, THERE IT IS!

Thick, warm, and tasty, Master Jared's cum exploded all over my mouth and down my throat, gush after gush filling me up and overwhelming even my disciplined gag reflex. Some slipped through my lips as I fought to keep most of it down, swallowing as well as what my remaining strength and willpower can afford.

I'm in heaven.

"Tsk tsk tsk." I can feel Master Jared pulling my face towards him and forcing my lips open to check how much of a load he fed me, although I already know the disappointment because I failed to keep it all in and spilt some of his valuable cum. "Kulang pa sa gag reflex, Rico. Looks like we'll need to work on that this weekend."

"Y... yes... s-irr..." the words barely escaped my lips as I reeled from the sexual high.

"But master's not done with his boy yet."

A dangerous whisper broke through the haze of my high as I felt his hand move to my ass, his fingers moving to pull out the fat butt plug that he used to keep his cum inside me all night long.

"F-uck, s-irr... yes..." I sigh weakly against his neck. "Please..."

Good morning, Master~

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Continued on Chapter 3