Fetish + BDSM Fiction

by: grovelslave His toilet Jack was fed up with His ‘slave’. It had started well as Master/slave relationships tend to do but the old problem of monotony and ‘i’m too tired tonight to be a slave’ had become all too familiar. Plus, in the early stages, there had been hints of being up for ‘darker action’, which would be ‘only a matter of time’ that were now seemingly forgotten and abandoned. Jack had made no secret of His desire for scat action as being fundamental to Him and the slave had promised that it was into all of that too but that the time had to be exactly right, the mood right, the sub head space right, the moon in its proper phase and the stars aligned most likely, for any of that to take place. The greatest danger of all was that Jack found His dominance being slowly drained out of Him. The slave now was calling the tune. OK, not exactly with regard to what happened within a session but definitely WHEN that session would take place and essentially, what would go on ...