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First duty of the day. I slide my shaved-smooth body nimbly from the sheets and tip toe into the bathroom. I quickly take care of any errant stubble and look myself up and down in the mirror. I am 19, skinny, about 5’10” with short brown hair and blue eyes. Aside from the slightly-too small lace thong I am wearing, I am nude. That is, if you don’t include a chastity belt as clothing, which I don’t. If that were the case I would almost never be technically nude, instead of almost all the time, a distinction I take quite seriously. It’s funny where one finds one’s dignity when no longer in charge of one’s own penis. I see my trapped member twitch ever so slightly as I tie a little pink bow around it, and sigh faintly. Dawn sunlight begins to reflect against the bathroom mirror into my eyes and I know I had better get back to bed before it was too late. Mr. Dave would be stirring soon. I steal back into the bedroom with well trained and hard-earned silence. My butt cheeks tingling in anticipation of punishment every time I provoked the slightest noise from my surroundings. Gently, I lift the blankets at the foot of the bed until I can slide my head underneath and make my steady yet stealthy advance towards Mr. Dave’s ever-beckoning package. I lift his gorgeous slumbering cock slightly to one side, and reverently collect Mr. Dave’s musky balls into my mouth, with his cock resting comfortably across my right eye and face. As my tongue begins to gingerly explore the exquisite taste of his ball sweat and probe towards the testicles, I feel Mr. Dave open his legs a little wider, indicating that I should take his balls deeper into my sissy-bitch mouth. One of his hands sleepily begins to feel through my hair, occasionally tugging at me, sometimes to redirect my progress, and other times just to remind me who’s boss.

I güvenilir bahis know he is beginning to awake when I feel his cock grow and lift off my cheek. I move gradually from his balls and kiss fervently up all 7 inches of his cock, until I reach it’s head and begin to suckle and lick at it. From this point out I make quick work. Mr. Dave is a busy man, and he takes great pleasure in making sure his bitch is even busier. I take Mr. Dave’s 7 inches into my whore mouth and throat – I make a few gagging noises because I know he likes that. He gives me little thrusts throughout in order to provoke real ones. Before long, I hear him make the smallest of grunts. My bitch dick twitches, and I feel a little tingle in my bound balls. He grasps my hair and jerks me roughly upwards, so that only the head of his magnificent cock remains suction-locked to my quivering sissy-lips. I hurry to cradle and support his balls in one hand and firmly rub his shaft with the other in order to ensure he is comfortable while being so kind as to pump my cock-hungry cheeks full of his thick white cum.

“Ah.” He says as though I am not even there, while cumming furiously against the roof of my mouth. My cheeks bulge as the salty cream fills my mouth – today is more than usual, and I can feel it creeping through my sinuses and begin to dribble slightly out of my nose. With sheer force of will, I don’t swallow, and hold slightly more than a mouthful of cum in my mouth, my senses drowning in the taste and smell of it, my cock swelled as far as it can against the confines of it’s lonely prison. It aches deeply, and my balls feel heavy and swollen with frustration. Mr. Dave carefully withdraws his cock from my mouth, and I am grateful for the slight release of pressure in my mouth. I want dearly to swallow, but I know that that is a privilege türkçe bahis I must earn. Mr. Dave then takes a handful of the cleanest part of my hair he can find, and wipes any left over cum from his now fully awake penis. I am only allowed to wash my hair when we have company, for appearances sake, and it has been at least a week since someone has visited, so my hair is matted with cum. I felt some new droplets running down behind my left ear as I noticed a small cum-bubble growing from my right nostril. I crawled carefully up Mr. Dave’s body, until I am sitting astride him, my caged bitch-dick bumping against his much larger, freer cock through my sissy panties.

Mr. Dave, barely looking at me, reaches under his pillow and pulls a medium sized buttplug into view. He casually inserts it into my mouth. I feel it bump against the back of my throat and it’s all I can do not to spit jizz and latex straight into the wall. But I don’t think I’d ever get to cum again if I did that.

“Get it good and coated slut.” Says Mr. Dave, as he rolls onto his stomach and I start to massage him. 15 minutes of swirling semen and a butt plug around my mouth like it’s my favourite treat (and let’s face it, it is). I count down the seconds of the last minute, as holding jizz indefinitely in my mouth begins to feel more like a chore and my cock gets tired of trying and rests shrivelled and denied against the plastic of my CB-3000.

Finally, and without warning, Mr. Dave flips me onto my back, and pins my legs wide open with one of his arms. With the other, he pulls aside my panties, then reaches to my lips and pulls out the buttplug, with half of the cum splashing onto my face and hair, and the other, thicker half clinging to the entirety of the buttplug. After a couple of hearty laughs at my thoroughly cum-splattered güvenilir bahis siteleri face, and one little slap with the jizz-sodden plug, he roughly and matter-of-factly jams the buttplug into my ass-hole. I gasp and once again my unfortunate bitch-dick twitches wildly against the plastic. With firm preciseness Mr. Dave forces the 2″ wide buttplug to the hilt, and holds it in as he securely duct tapes it in place.

He gets up and starts to dress as I lay panting on the bed.

“What is it today then?” Mr. Dave asks, briefly glancing at my reflection in the mirror with a faint smile on his face.

“200 days Mr. Dave” I moan, rolling over, and being careful not to get my disgraced face on his silk sheets.

“And since I milked you?”

“15 days Mr. Dave”

“I’ll bet you’re a horny boy this morning then.”

“Yes Mr. Dave”

“Well, I’ll tell you what – you get on a webcam site and dry hump the bed for all the world to see until the cum on your face dries, then put on some lip stick and a bit of mascara to distract from it and come down to make me breakfast. You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”

“Yes Mr. Dave” I say, already online and enthusiastically humping the corner of our bed before he has finished his sentence. My cheeks go red with shame as I read the ‘lols’ springing up on the website at the sight of my plugged ass bobbing up and down, humping the bed like a confused dog. People tell me to make faces or lick cum off my dripping lips and I do it with tears in my eyes, hungrily swallowing every drop I think I can spare. I know Mr. Dave will have one of his friends cum in my eye if I come down to breakfast again without enough of his cum on my face, but I have trouble stopping myself from licking up every last drop.

And the whole time that I grind and pounding against that bed, my straining cock whacking uselessly against those soft silk sheets, I can feel his thick delicious cream being fucked ever deeper into my asshole with each thrust, and I know that this is the closest I will get to cumming today.

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