Mastering Submission Ch. 09

I knew Master saw my hardening nipples, and that they told him I was enjoying the attention. When I finished, Master bent me over the ironing board and touched my buttocks with the cooling iron again and again, just long enough to make me cry out without actually marking me. After a few minutes of this, Master was so excited he just had to fuck me. Then Master crumpled the shirts up and watched while I ironed everything all over again - after moving his chair to the other side of the ironing board, to see the whole performance again from a different angle.