Making and breaking of a cuckold – 14 The devastating reality of my life

“You own me Mistress Gemma. I will dedicate my life to serving you at your feet”.

“I believe you faggot. You’re a dickless wonder and this is the best deal you’re ever gonna get. By the way, I have good news. Max is moving in. We both want you around as a servant so you can still stay in the garage. He’ll be here shortly. You know what to do”.

So there I was again, kneeling inside the front door about to prostate myself at my Master’s feet or get a severe flogging. It had become a very easy choice! Max let himself in and I grovelled. He was dressed in a singlet, shorts, and thongs and had obviously been working out. He patted me on the head in his usual condescending manner, treating me like a child.

“You’ve heard the good news cucky? I’m moving into your bedroom so I can have better access to my woman. You’ll have more clean-up duties than before which I’m sure you’ll love”.

“Yes Master”. I hated clean-up duties!!

“By the way bootlicker, from now on I want you to call me Sir and Sir only. It is the usual form of address by a subordinate when addressing his superior so I think it will be a good way to herald this new chapter of your life being a live-in slave to an alpha-male”.