I watched Master as he led me in our customary morning walk. This is the time I get to see him without fear of being reprimanded. Usually, I was not supposed to look directly at him. It was during our walk in his estate that I dared to look at him for a long period of time.
There I was, naked save for my sneakers, collar, leash and cuffs holding my hands behind. My hands are bent at the elbows and I hold each elbow with the other hand. This way, my ass is not covered by my hands. My Master does not want a lot of ropes. He wants me naked as I am. And he wants an unobstructed view of my ass.
I walk behind him as he pulls on my leash.
It’s been two years since I became his slave. For a twenty two year old woman it’s a sizable period of her life. For him, it must have been nothing. I was kind of amazed at the way he kept fit. Yes, he worked out in his home gym. He was taking care of his health. But still, as he walked on in his t-shirt and shorts right now, I felt amazed. He was sixty.