The Sadist Has Feelings Too (ManXman) {BDSM}

Chapter 6 - Disgusting

Mason's pov
Wednesday 21st July 2021
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I've finally finished this painting. It's of the tan Great Dane I've been struggling with but I'm delivering it today all finished and ready to go on display in the woman's house. It's quite big. about a metre by a metre and a half so it takes a lot of effort to get it into the back of my car. I get in the drivers seat and check the time because I'm supposed to be meeting Master at the club in an hour. He'll be so mad if I'm late. We've planned for him to whip my whole body then fuck me however many times he wants to and I can't wait. I crave his pain on my body.

I drive to the lady's house and park outside before I knock on her front door.

"Hello Mason," she says with a smile as I open the car door to get her painting out.

"Good evening, I hope you like it," I say and she helps me get it out of the car. She gasps when she sees the realistic dog.

"Do you like it?" I ask and she nods before she hugs me tightly.

"It's beautiful! Thank you so much, come inside for a cup of tea," she says and I can't say no so I carry the painting inside. She opens the door to the living room and I smile as the Great Dane I painted walks out and sniffs me.

"Hey buddy," I coo as I stroke his big head. His tail wags as he follows me to the kitchen where the Lady is boiling the kettle. I can't remember her name which isn't very good but I'm very tired after working on this painting all day so I give myself a break.

"I have to get going soon," I say but she pours me a cup of tea anyways.

"Milk and sugar?" She asks.

"Milk and no sugar please," I answer politely. She hands me my cup and I sip it with a smile.

"It's such a lovely painting Mason, you should really charge more than what you do," she says and I blush.

"I don't think they're worth any more," I say but she shakes her head.

"Don't underestimate yourself," she says and hands me the envelope with the money in.

"Thank you," I say and slip it into my jacket.

She keeps me for half an hour chatting about her dog's new friend next door and her daughters new boyfriend who I will never meet and have no interest in. I stay polite and nod along as she tells me stories, my body getting more and more anxious as I realise I'm going to be late to meet Master. I still have to go to the subs room and get prepped.

"It's getting late, I should get going," I say and she gives me a hug goodbye. I quickly go to my car and open the envelope to see £200. I gasp because that's more than double what I asked for. I'll have to call her later because I'm too late to the club to deal with this now.

I drive to the club as I mentally prepare myself for whatever punishment Master will give me. I basically run to the almost empty subs room as I strip off and go to a shower. I wash and do an enema incase Master wants to use my ass as I get more and more nervous. I trim my pubes and armpits then dry off and slip on some shorts. I fumble with my laces on my boots until I'm finally ready and walk to the main room.

I see Master sat in his armchair but I quickly lower my eyes as the show continues on stage. I'm so late. I kneel beside his legs and hang my head in shame as I notice the tension in his body.