A thank you to my Sirs and all the Sirs out there

I think I’ve known this all along, but just this past weekend I came to the realization that us boys have it made! We complain, we whine, we moan, “there are not enough TOPs out there.” But do we ever think about the work that goes into being a TOP?
Tie me up
Tie me down
Restrain me
Suspend me
Spank me
Paddle me
Whip me
Flog me
Shock me
Electro me
Mummify me
Fist me
Fuck me
The laundry list of do-it-to-me’s is endless.
Us boys think we deserve the do-it-to-me’s because we serve our Masters, Daddys, or Sirs. We endure the pain. We let them use us, belittle us, objectify us, and Fuck us. Doesn’t my submission make me worthy of these rewards?
On Saturday night Master John took me out on the town to a Rubber event at the Gauntlet. I was dressed in the Rubber Singlet that was a birthday gift because I had recently discovered I loved the instant gratification of being bound in Rubber clothing. That night he paid 100% attention to me. With Rubber Hood and Rubber gag, he proudly paraded me around the bar. He stopped to talk to friends, and we politely watched the contest. From time to time we would find a corner and he would taunt and tease my cock that was encased in Rubber. Later that night we found a corner and I experienced a new sensation. I won’t go into details but it involves something that goes along with a Rubber Fetish. WOW!
The next day I tag along with Sir Mike to Mr. S where he works part time. He wrapped me in a Rubber Sleepsack then bound me from head to toe with Rope. He stood me up and displayed me for all the patrons to see. My Sir worked up a sweat tugging at the Rubber Sleepsack to get it on me. He had to pick me up off the ground to sit me in a chair so he could bind me with rope. He had to kneel, squat, and bend as he masterfully worked his rope magic. All the while he had to pay attention to customers and answer questions about what he was doing to me. My Sir’s a Master of Multi-tasking too! I also knew my Sir was not feeling 100%. Poison Oak had made him an itchy mess and caused him to have insomnia. All during a crazy busy day, he found time to tie me up and even teach a customer how to tie a boy up.
So boys, let’s not ever take our Sirs for granted. Let’s thank the BDSM gods for the talented TOPs out there. There is a great deal of responsibility placed on the shoulders of our Sirs. They not only have to pleasure us, they have to protect of from being injured. Our safety is literally in their hands.
Thank you Sir John and Sir Mike. Your boy hopes to never take you for granted.
And if I ever do. Punish me with NOBFAM: No Bondage for a Month!