How I love being John s worthless slave
It had been almost 3 weeks since I was last with John. Our last meet up was in his city, in his house, on his turf basically. It was definitely a rough, painful, and at times cruel night together, but it was the lesson I needed to live, learn, and experience. Once I understood how disrespectful I had been in the past to John, and learned I am not in the same class or league as John, I felt a release of guilt, and at John's permission I felt an abundance of pleasure. I now know what I am. I am...