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I had predicted that rich would want back in after he stewed for maybe a week or ten days. It took only about 3-4 days for the bitch to come crawling back. (BTW, those of my readers who ventured an opinion were more than 3:1 that rich would seek to return to being my fag.)
After I threw the bitch out, I took off to the beach with Amanda for the long holiday weekend. (Few things are as troubling as a weekend in the Hamptons with the fashion jihadists.) We got back late Monday night and I spent the night at Amanda’s place. So, I first showed up at my apartment on Tuesday, after work. It was maybe 7:30 or so when I stepped off the elevator. There was rich, kneeling in front of my apartment door. I kicked him aside and unlocked the door and started to enter the apartment. rich spoke up: “Sir, could we talk?”.
“About what, bitch?”
“Sir, i made a terrible mistake.”
“What was your mistake, bitch?”
rich stammered, but finally got it out. “i should never have presumed that i could set the terms of my service to You, Sir.”
“You want another shot at being my fag?”
“Yes, Sir. More than anything.”
“You understand that things will be much different than before.”
Rich knelt there, his lips quivering, and said nothing for at least a minute. Then, “As You wish, Sir.”
“Of course it will be as i wish.” Then I added, “you’ll have to go back into chastity.”
“i already am, Sir. Here’s the key back.”
“Oh?” I inquired. rich explained: “i took the cage off, but it felt so unnatural, my cock swinging free, that after a day, i locked myself back up.”
“Did you jerk off when you were free?”
“Oh no, Sir. i would never do that without Your permission.”
So, you wearing the same cock cage as before? That will do for now.“
rich looked at me warily. I continued: “First thing, we’re going to have your tongue pierced. Fucking your cunt is pretty good – not that there isn’t room for improvement – but you give third rate blow jobs. I can’t have any fag of mine providing less than superior sexual service. It’s an embarrassment.” I stared at the quivering mass of fag-dom kneeling on my floor. “Now get the fuck out. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
And so, the new order of fag rich’s service was commenced.