Video language: English

Private Session is one of our majority popular and successful apprentices. The masters are universal in their praise for the guy, and he’s expected to graduate with flying colors. Raw masters Snow, Stone and I have shared equal responsibility for him. Each of us has focussed on a different aspect of his training, using differing methods to bring out the very superlatively good in him. Often, an apprentice is taught on a strictly one-to-one basis, but Private Session’s training has been somewhat unparalleled in the amount of group work we have done. That told, the ancient and sacred Sacrament ceremony is a intimate ritual. It brings an apprentice exceedingly close to his slaver and it definitely is not a spectator sport. Having developed a close bond with Private Session, I was grateful to be selected to oversee this key rite of passage. I love slipping into a Raw-piece dress. I love the way the fabric clings tightly to my well-chiseled body and the way that the vest enhances the shape of my torso. I have a fun how the “v” at the bottom of my immaculately-tied tie points str8 down to my crotch. I associate formal raiment with sex. It’s an not quite pavlovian response. As I pull the panties up, I invariably feel my ramrod stiffening. I watch the specks of sperm here and there from where the previous boy’s precum has dripped out of his schlong and juicy into my raiment. It’s been awhile since I had the dress dry-cleaned, it’s beginning to smell of sex. It’s an intoxicating, addictive smell which makes me throb. I had, as ordinary, already been hard for a during the time that by the time I beckoned the chap into the darkened chamber. Everything was in order. The candles were flickering. I was masked-up, wearing the expensive scent that Master Snow had gifted me. The guy looked great. He’d worked hard on his appearance; his hair was neat, that guy was clothed impeccably in a shirt and tie. He appeared to be assured, this chab stood tall and proud, eyes glinting with lewd wish, twinged with just a hint of fear. Fear is a healthy emotion. If he’s learned no thing else since his arrival, it’s that this guy should always wait the unexpected. As I ran my hands seductively over his body his breathing became shallow. His torso felt firm throughout the fabric of his shirt. His physique has altered considerably since coming here. My fingers drifted up towards the knot of his tie, which I undid lazily. He licked his lips in anticipation. I removed my mask and stared into his eyes. The level of intimacy betwixt us increased with each passing second. A corporalist can let his guard down in the latter-stages of a boy’s training. The pendulum is expected to swing back towards an equal footing. Of course the apprentice need to learn absolute submission, but eventually, it is hoped that this chab will become a dominant himself. For this to happen, he’ll need to be awakened to the force that this guy holds. Our heads touched. I brought my lips tantalizingly close to his. My hand ran down, down, down towards his bulging weenie, which bounced within the soft fabric of his panties. There was no rush. I had all the time in the world. I undid his shirt button by button savoring each pont of time as I not fast naked his holy clothes which clung seductively to the tender flesh of his chest. Our lips lastly touched. A bolt of pure electricity passed betwixt us. I wrapped my hands around his body and we kissed lingeringly. We stood for some time, staring into every other’s eyes, breathing every other’s breath. I held him tightly, squeezing his torso, pressing myself possessively into him from behind. He was my charge. I undid his strap and allowed it to fall to the floor previous to standing behind him and nuzzling his ear, pulling his head back and giving a kiss his neck with great excitement like a vampire from the guy he’s in the process of siring. Private Session gasped and moaned. I undid his panties and shoved my hand betwixt his firm legs, grasping his ramrod throughout the warm fabric of his pre-cum-soaked underpants and jerking him off, waves of pure suddenly surging throughout my body. I poked him against the big, ceremonial bench in the midst of the room. I removed my costume jacket, exposing my vest, the chain of my fob-watch glinting in the candlelight. He looked around at me. I smiled, then knelt, sluggishly shoving down his underpants to disclose the true magnificence of his peach-like gazoo. Within seconds my tongue was inside it; my beard rubbing against his butt cheeks as I made his gap quiver and dance. I unbuckled my thong and unzipped my panties. The guy turned around and I fed my large hard dong into his warm, inviting throat. He sucked as I inched it deeper and deeper into his face hole. It wasn’t sufficiently. I needed to fuck...

Format: Windows Media
Duration: 23:28
Video: 1280x720, Windows Media Video 9 Advanced Profile, 2414kbps
Audio: 125kbps

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