Masters pleasure

Chapter one

Here I was. Back on the street. My master kicked me out for being "disobedient". I was always on my best behavior but I guess it wasn't good enough for him. I better get back to my trainers house. He always said I could go back if I got abandoned. His name is Micheal, he trained me for 3 years in how to handle high pain levels and to open my throat when pleasuring a man.
I call Micheal and he said he will pick me up in about 20 minutes. It's early November so it's pretty chilly outside he wouldn't give me any of my clothes back when I asked so I'm outside in what I wore that day, black thigh high socks, a black mini skirt, and a white almost see through tube top.
When Micheal finally arrives e looks very disappointed in me as I get into the car. "What did you do to get kicked out?"
"I don't know, I tried to be the best I could be but his temper is too short."
"Don't blame him you must have done something."
I think back but I couldn't remember doing anything wrong. "I didn't do anything."
Micheal looks at me disappointed again then starts driving to his house. He has a very big house. Seven bedrooms three bathrooms and a huge playroom with every toy imaginable. "We're going to have to start your training again" Micheal says to break the silence.
"All over?" I say
"Yes Dixie all over. Untill you figure out what you did wrong. I should punish you as well but you freezings your ass off should be punishment enough."
" Punish me for what?" I say with a slight attitude
"Well let me think. Giving me an attitude, not addressing me as master, getting kicked out, talking back. Need I continue?"
"No master" I say shyly looking back at the floor.
We sit in silence the rest of the ride. I look over at Micheal. Something is different. He has the same tattoos covering his arms and neck, the same curled chesnut hair, same muscular figure. You could almost see his muscles through his shirt had he not been wearing his nightshirt. I couldn't put my finger on it but something was very different. Him next to me must look ridiculous. He's probably around 6"5 and I'm only 5"2 over a foot taller than me. He's very muscular and I'm very skinny with very fair skin. He's only a couple years older than me but it shows. He's 28 and I'm 24. A four year difference, doesn't sound like much right? Well when you've spent three of those years being trained you realize how much more they know.
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