Just a slave

The slave froze in anticipation. I had just come home from the store and entered the room where the small cage was, in which the slave was curled up. The cage was so narrow that he had to press himself as low to the floor as possible, kneeling, because the upper limit of the metal bars was set very low. The slave had already spent about five hours in that position. I knew it caused him great discomfort and made his body ache from the long confinement. But that's exactly what I wanted. That's why I ordered the slave to weld this cage himself, giving him these exact dimensions. And now I approached the cage closer. My little toes ended up near the bars where

his face was. The slave instantly pushed his tongue through the gaps in the grate and began licking my toes. I knew he was desperate for me to release him from this cage, but I was in no hurry.

I went to the kitchen and started having dinner. After dinner, I returned to the slave and released him, fastening his hands behind his back in handcuffs. Then I sat on the sofa and spread my legs, pointing a finger between my legs. The slave immediately rushed between my legs and began kissing my panties covering my pussy. Paying no attention to him, I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. I watched a show and started getting a little aroused. The slave was clearly trying to please me. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from my panties, which I quickly took off, and pushed his head back into my pussy. The slave immediately began licking my crotch, working hard with his tongue, knowing that for poor licking he would receive a portion of blows from me. In general, I beat the slave often and hard so that he feels as worthless as possible. And it arouses me, because I have power over a man who can't even say a word to me.

And he endures everything, even blows to his balls, which I deliver with my foot during periods of intense anger towards him. I can see how much it hurts him, but I forbid him to scream or jerk during my abuse. And he constantly tries to do everything as well as possible so as not to anger me. And this time, he also performed cunnilingus quite energetically, fearing to make me angry. I admit, the cunnilingus was magnificent. I came for a long time, squeezing his head with my legs. But the magnificently performed cunnilingus did not help the slave avoid a dose of the belt. I grabbed him by the hair and said into his eyes that he had worked poorly with his tongue. The slave quickly understood what awaited him now. He offered me his ass, upon which a hail of blows from my belt rained down. At some point, I start to feel sorry for him, but I continue to beat him, increasing the force of the blows.

Let him know who he is! After the spanking, I took off my stockings, which were hugging my legs, and stuffed them into his mouth, ordering him to get on all fours so I could put my feet on him. He obeyed the order and I continued watching TV. After a fairly long period of time, I ordered the slave to bring the ottoman, and when he complied, I placed my feet on him and ordered him to lick them. The slave started taking my stockings out of his mouth, for which he instantly received a slap from me. I hadn't allowed him to take them out. And this was torture for the slave. After all, the order was given to lick, but how can you lick with stockings in your mouth? But I didn't care, he had to follow the order. Of course, he couldn't manage. I took the clothespins and clipped them onto his nipples, which were black from constantly wearing these clothespins. I suspect it's painful, but I didn't care. Then I allowed him to take my stockings out of his mouth and finally lick my feet. As always, he worked his tongue wonderfully. He licked every centimeter of my sweaty toes.

But just like with the cunnilingus, I told him he had done a poor job and that he needed to try harder. After delivering another dose of the belt, I ordered him to move towards his cage, into which he squeezed with difficulty. I locked him in, depriving him of food. I didn't deprive him of sleep, because falling asleep in that cage is a big problem anyway. And I went to sleep.

So, I've described one of the ordinary evenings, which can be varied. It's a pity we broke up, I had to kick him out. But is that really a problem? There are plenty of slaves in Moscow. Who wants to try?

Author's e-mail: mararfm@mail.ru