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I went about my usual routine, training each day, and enjoying our rest and recreational times. I would spend time workingout with my fellow wrestlers, and at the pool taking it easy with my friends.

I would have my fun with the Master, each evening when I massaged his feet. I would set naked at his feet, remove his shoes, and begin to massage his feet. We would talk about different things while I worked on his feet. I would always finish up, by kissing his feet, and that would bring a protest from the Master. He would point out that I was not his slave, and that it made him feel uneasy. I always tell him, that I enjoy treating him like a real Master. I tell him acting as his slave, makes me feel good, and let’s me live a fantasy.

We have been busy every weekend, wrestling at some arena on Fridays and Saturdays. The Master tells me, he has to turn down bookings, because of the demand. I enjoy our trips around the country, and around neighboring Togo. Antra and I always put on a show for the crowd, and the young women who attend. Most of the attention from the women, is aimed at Antra, but I get a lot of attention.

After we had gone on for over two months, the Master ask me if I need time off. He wanted to know if I wanted to visit friends, or visit some of the places in the country. I told him I was content to stay there with him, and serve his needs. I pointed out that I didn’t have friends in the country, other than my wrestling buddies. I had also, made friends with some of the guards, and other members of his staff.

The other wrestlers would take time off, to go visit there family and friends. So he thought I might like to take sometime off, and get away from the house, and the everyday routine. I just laughed, and ask if he was tired of having me around. He just looked at me, and said don’t be ridiculous, that he was always happy to have me around. I told him I was glad to hear that, and that I was happy to be his “SLAVE BOY”.

Since that time, he no longer fussed at me, for acting as his slave. He just sits back, and lets me do my slave job, and I can tell he injoys the attention. I’m sure two of the guards, know what’s going on between the Master and me. They have come in the room, at times, when I have been doing my slave actions. I don’t think any of my fellow wrestlers, have any idea of what’s going on, between the Master and me.