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Harrison stretches out lazily in the shallow water, setting his magazine completely to the side in favor of his phone.  He sips his sparkling juice as he types.  [TXT MSG: That would be my genuine pleasure.  I can’t wait to see what is in those sexy panties ]

Syx hand covered himself and gone back to his snacking when he got the reply, [TXT: I eagerly await it. ;3 ]

Harrison slips off the lounge and ducks under the water, letting himself sink and stretch in the deeper parts of the tub to cool his head.  He probably should apply more sunscreen if he was going to stay out since the water and sweat had washed most of it away.  And he hated getting that purple sheen of sunburn on the top of his head.  Surfacing for air, he notices another text.   [TXT MSG: Is there anything else you are longing for my overlord?  I’m eager to please ]

Syx wasn’t sure what to do with himself now, sprawled on the black leather couch he snatched up the phone when the notification rang out. He mused; what all did he want? Well, one thing did stick out in his head. [TXT: You on your knees showing me just how much you love me in my boots. ] with a quick trip to his closet a picture soon followed of a pair of tall black leather boots covered in shiny studs

Harrison had headed back inside still stark naked, depositing his magazine and empty soda bottle lazily on the kitchen island. Now he was in the closet with a glass of water reconstituting cubes, each of which contained his seldom worn but well loved fetish clothing choices. He found several pairs of black boots, but not the ones he had in mind and was just getting discouraged when the text came in. He took a break from the pile of leather to imagine bending low to worship those boots, working his way up in eager anticipation. [TXT MSG: I would kiss every single stud ]

God that image left him feeling weak in the knees. Syx flopped back on his bed as he read that. Eyes closed as he played that out in his mind with the same vivid intensity he entertained himself with in solitary. Finally remembering his phone he snatched it up again, [TXT: My good little captive would certainly earn his prize that way. ]

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