Kneeling at his feet, he starts questioning me..."you fucked anyone else", "been letting anyone touch your cunt..your ass" the questions come quick, i know he is just 'playing' with me, i have no interest in other men at all....he knows that.
"no, no there is no one else" i reply......."are you sure" and he goes on, im being interrogated and no answer will be the right one and i shoot back aggressively "what about you, you been fucking someone else Sir?", smack his hand connects with my cheek, and again..hard knocking me off balance...
I look down..trying to pull off the 'im really ashamed' look but i cant, being slapped on the face is just an instant turn on, he stands "undress me", i love undressing him, standing i take off his shirt, never losing eye contact with him, kneeling to remove his trousers, his boxers and my mouth latches onto his cock until he pulls on my hair sharply..lastly shoes and socks.
I worship his feet, and i relish this, its such a humbling act, it demonstrates my deference to him, my 'place'...moving up to his cock again before begging him "please fuck me" he obliges, and its rough, relentless..but so desperatley needed.