I lied there, face down, naked on the carpet. As usual, I was instructed to stay there until he was gone. From behind me I could hear him approach the door to leave. I heard the sound of his camera snap on his phone. A light chuckle and then the smack of his lips giving me a kiss goodbye.
As I heard the door close behind him, I could feel his cum starting to drip out of me. I lied there for a minute, feeling a mixture of deep satisfaction and guilt. Finally I rolled over, and as I started to get up, more of his cum trickled out of me. His thick loads used to be a turn on, but now it seems it’s just a mess that I’m left to clean up.
I walked to the bathroom to take a shower before class. I stopped in front of the mirror to look at myself, and take the obligatory ‘selfie’ that he was expecting me to send him. “Leave everything on when you take the pic”, he insisted. I stared at the ball-gag still in my mouth…my limp penis…my red knees…the leash hanging from my neck. I looked down at the knee-high boots he had bought me last week, which didn’t really fit and were pretty uncomfortable, but were a big turn on for him, so I wore them. I took the picture, and with some hesitation, sent it off. He immediately replied..”you hot fucking slut”. Hot? I wasn’t so sure. Slut? There was little doubt.