as madam’s owned property, sometimes i get little reminders of my place—usually by being made to do something i really don’t want to. madam calls me a versatile sub, meaning any part of me can be used by her or whoever she chooses. i’m grateful that usually means women. last night was not one of those times.

if male-on-male stuff isn’t your thing, maybe skip this one. you’ve been warned.

this was madam’s final goodbye to her now ex-mister. they’d been together a while, and when they started undressing, i assumed she wanted privacy, so i turned to leave. bad move. instead, she took it as an opportunity to teach me a lesson.

i was instructed to prepare him for her. on my knees, taking his dick in my mouth, getting him hard. didn’t take long. i pulled away once he was fully erect, but madam told me to keep going. so i did.

then he started complaining. called her sweetie (hate that), whined about wanting to cum inside her. madam shut that down fast. she told him he never listened, that his aimless, overpowered thrusting never actually got the job done. this was a breakup, not a reunion. she told him he could finish in my mouth—as long as he sat still and let me do the work.

he looked so rejected. honestly, i kinda felt bad for him. but then he got angry, and his cock actually grew. i knew what madam expected, so i worked hard to please him. because that’s what she wanted. and at the end of the day, that is what matters.

plus, after he left and i got cleaned up, madam had me report to her bedroom. after teaching me a lesson about my place, she made sure i also understood the other side of my service—the reward a good boy earns.

madam loves duckie, and in that moment, i felt it completely.