Chapter Ten
After my night at North Street, my relationship with Preston picked up where it left off—with some notable changes, however. He still came to me in the evening, but rather than my just giving him blowjobs, he began to use me sexually. He started with my rear entrance, f*****g me as so many men had before him. These sessions left me physically restless, because I never climaxed with him inside me. It seemed that something was missing, especially since I came so easily, so explosively, with that other master.
On other nights, Preston would order me to come, then watch me masturbate while casually standing some distance away—aloof and dispassionate. At first, I hated this intrusion into my private world. But then, weeks later, I silently begged for the privilege of exposing my
