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Following orders, I am here before Sir’s computer writing this.  This morning I woke with the hood that Sir and I had purchased at IML securely locked on my head.  It was difficult, for I couldn't give Sir a good morning kiss.  He told me that he was in a hurry this morning and that keeping me hooded would keep him from enjoying his boi in the early day.  So here I sit hooded before Sir’s computer.

 

Looking at the clock, I’m not sure how long I’ve had the hood on, but it has been a couple of hours.  I prepared breakfast for Sir while he showered.  As he ate, I massaged his feet and put his work boots on.  He looks so handsome in his work clothes.  I was never able to speak since the gag was in my mouth the entire time.  After he finished breakfast, he ordered me into my gray BDUs and boots. 

 

I don’t know what it is like outside, since the blinds have been closed since last night.  I’m here before the computer in my hood, fully gagged, in gray BDU’s, army boots and a white T-shirt.  The shirt was a gift from Sir; it sez “recruit” on it.  Before Sir left, he asked if I had any questions before he gave the day's orders.  I couldn’t say much with the gag in; he smiled at me as I knelt before him.  He stroked my leather-covered head and drew me closer.  He unlocked the gag.  But didn’t remove it yet.  He undid his pants, keeping my face very close to him.  I was surprised to see he was wearing a leather jock under his work pants.  He removed the gag and inserted his dick into my mouth.

 

After he left, I started my orders.  One of them was to write all day.  Sir enjoys my stories, and I think he is trying to inspire me to go beyond what I have written about in the past.  Sort of like the photo shoot we did last night.  I suggested that Sir and I find one of his friends to take pictures of us and Sir’s motorcycle.  Well, he borrowed a friend, and we did some riding shots.  Sir wore his leather racing suit, gloves and helmet.  He looked great on the bike.  I put on my leathers and boots and the new helmet, wearing the same hood under it. 

 

The shoot was free-form, and we did some riding shots of us racing by the cameraman.  Then we went into a garage he could use.  In the garage, I removed my helmet and hood.  I licked Sir’s boots, his leathers.  I was tied to the bike on my back, my arms secured to the handlebars, and my feet down on the back wheel.  Sir kneed my groin and gagged me with his leather hand. He toyed with his helpless boy for a while, even bringing out my dick and stirring it up.

 

The gag from the hood was shoved in my mouth, and I was ordered to take off all my leathers and put my boots and gloves back on.  They returned my helmet, and I was bent over the bike and secured again.  Sir, along with his friend, was very creative and devious about their bondage.  I couldn’t hear it coming, but Sir’s flogger crashed into my ass.  The helmet weighed heavily on my head and pulled me over the edge of the bike.  At times I could feel the warmth of the engine on my bare skin.

 

Sir joked, after flogging me for a while, that I was pretty helpless and he liked the position of my ass.  He rubbed my ass with his leathered hand.  All the time, he was telling me how I was his slave, helpless and willing to do whatever to please him.

 

Then I heard his friend encouraging him to do it.  Sir slapped my ass as they both laughed.  His friend told him it would make a great picture, and “…that he needed it.  I was his boy after all!”  I could picture the smile on Sir’s face as he looked at his boy tied over his Suzuki.  What an opportunity, a dream come true.  Suddenly, I yelled into the gag.

 

Just remembering this is making me hard!  It has been a good couple of days, and I have a few more to spend with Sir.  I hope that he has been enjoying his time as much as I have.  I have cooked for him at dinner, and he seems to like the food.  I am always home in time to be waiting on my knees for him.  He said he was going to be home for lunch today, and I am looking forward to that.  Well, I better get to work on some writing, or I might have to deal with more than dinner tonight. 

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