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His Master seemed to be exmaining his body and Jyan waited in giddy silence for the man's next words, expecting them to be instructions. Instead, he received a question. A good one, at that. Then again... Gertrude didn't ask bad ones. If he did... Jyan, himself, had never been present to hear it. The solider shook his head a little to clear it of these unrated thoughts. He had something more important to ponder about.
Their last round had indeed been fun and he would have loved to do it again, but... who was too say that it was too soon to try something new? He wouldn't mind being on the bottom... He'd been there before, but not for many, many years... Jyan could hardly remember what it was like. The mix of familiar and unfamiliar sensations could prove to be... unlike anything he'd felt from his Master before.
"I would like you to... do with me as you please, sire," Jyan replied, the tone of his voice both anxious and passionate. His fingers were idly caressing his own thighs as he desire grew, the faint pink hue on his cheeks deepening.
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