The following excerpt is from My Master’s Wallet: A Gay Findom Story, which is available exclusively for purchase on Kindle.
My date prodded me in the small of my back away from the counter, and we took a table in the back corner. Remembering the experience with the door, I went out on a limb and pulled out a chair for him. He smiled—a full one this time, not just a half smile—and sat down with his legs splayed wide. I tried to avoid staring at his bulging crotch, but I couldn’t help myself. The light gray fabric against the inside of his thighs was darkened with sweat. I thought again about my wallet and how strange it was that that it got to touch his cock before I did. I had a million questions going through my mind as I sat down opposite him, but his admonition from earlier still echoed in my head.
Brent set his cup down on the table and placed my wallet on the chair, resting gently against his bulge. I couldn’t look away. I wanted so badly to be my wallet.Continue reading