Last night Master-Sir allowed me to lay on the couch and worship His cock while He binged watch a show called Suites. I hear it, but I have never seen an actual episode!

For me, to have His cock in my mouth and be allowed to lay like this, I get to feel His warm, soft touch. Sweet words of humiliation, sometimes a slight roughness. But I am not allowed to suck His cock or make Him hard. it’s a beautiful experience.

It’s just a couple of hours of His nice cock in my throat. Occasionally, after a few drinks, it’s also being used as His reliever so that He doesn’t have to pause the show or the comfort of His couch to use the bathroom.

We had the house to ourselves for the last week or so. Miss Amy returned to Reno to pack some of her things and visit an old boyfriend before she moved to Las Vegas.

So, it has been nice to be with Him, to serve Only Him, and to have more of Him for me. They voice chat every couple of days—not like they used to. But I am still there to be used for His needs while they talk.

Anyway, last night went well. He was enjoying his show, and I was enjoying His cock in my mouth.

After He was finished with His show and had a last-minute chat with her, He told me to get His cock hard; He needed to fuck my ass before bed.

I asked if I could ask him for a favor. He allowed me to kneel on the floor between his legs and properly ask.

As His slave, I am here to serve His needs, and my needs are not His concern. This is how I wanted to live, and I enjoy how we both live like this.

I enjoy being used when and how He wants. I enjoy serving other men and making them happy as they thank you for that honor.

So where is this going? He asked.

For the last two or three months, I have lost track, He has used my mouth repeatedly every day, and He has used my ass as needed.

Now, I understand that I have a worthless pussy. No man would want to fuck my pussy for love or tenderness. They use it because it’s free, and they can be as rough as they want and not worry about being scolded for it!

Master-Sir has a beautiful lady who has a delicious and tight pussy for Him to enjoy.

But I miss the connection that I get when he has His cock in that hole. It’s a feeling I don’t have when other people fuck my pussy or when He uses my other two holes.

I’m not asking for any special treatment; He can do it any way He pleases, even if it is painful. But I would appreciate feeling His cock in my pussy again. To have Him lower His standards for a short period, to allow me a couple of minutes of pure, erotic joy by having him use that worthless hole for His cumdump one time.

Again, as his bitch slave, this is not a pleasure I should be allowed or that I expect. But for me, it’s something special, I feel, when he is in there. And I haven’t felt that calmness in a very long time.

He smiled. He asked His Bitch when the last time He used “that hole?” I honestly can’t remember. But it was a couple of weeks before His stroke. He needed a cumdump and wasn’t in the mood for my tight ass, and Miss Amy was out of town.

He asked how many men had used His slave’s sloppy pussy since that time? He was using all the derogatory and humiliating words that He could.

Telling me that I was His bitch slave. The Bitch part means I am nothing more than His trained female and should be treated like a dog. My pleasure comes only from His happiness, nothing more. And I agree.

He smiled as I counted off 7, 8 men. Maybe 10 or 12 times. Mostly my boss or a coworker. In need of a quick fuck before heading home or heading out for a night with friends. Of course, there were the two men at the July Fourth party who used my pussy.

He asked me when the last time I was allowed an orgasm was. I think it’s been three months now. He started me being orgasm-free right after I was punished for having one without permission when my young friend fucked me out on the pool deck.

Master-Sir congratulated me on my abstinence. It will be a long time before I am ever allowed another one. Then told me to sit back, spread my legs, and to hold my pussy open for Him.

Holding my now soaking-wet pussy open for His inspection was making me want to cry. I needed this for my sanity and would accept any punishment if he granted me this favor.

He had me stick my finger in my pussy, play with myself. Tell Him how wet I was and to lick the juices off my fingers. Lately, He has insisted that when I feel the urge to have an orgasm, I count out loud down from 10. Knowing full well that I will not be allowed to hit zero— just more humiliation and agony.

Master-Sir told me that with Miss Amy out of town, I did present a good case for Him to give me that favor, it still wasn’t feeling right. He knew His Bitch would not be able to stop herself.

At this point, I was hugging His feet, crying for him to reconsider. Master-Sir can be a sadistic master sometimes!

He pushed me back on the floor and opened my legs. He looked at me and told me to get a wooden clothespin.

I was on cloud nine. I kissed His feet and gave Him a big kiss on the lips as I quickly went to retrieve what He commanded.

“Bitch slave, this fuck is nothing more than a pity fuck. I don’t want you to enjoy this. You asked to be fucked; I am allowing myself to do you this favor. There is no reason for you to enjoy it; this is just a pity fuck. Do you understand?”.

I was in seventh heaven, thanking Him for the honor. I know it was not earned or offered. This was for my sanity that He was giving me. Pain and pleasure mixed in such a powerful rush as I felt my juices running down the crack of my ass onto the carpet.


He had me spread my legs and hold them as He put the clothespin on my clit, tugging at it to make sure it was on and that I felt the pain.

Oh. To feel His big cock quickly push all the way into my pussy. To feel His groin hit my body as He commanded me to continue holding my legs apart. Each time, He pulled back, almost out. I could feel His cock head at my entry; he grabbed the clothespin until I cried out in pain.

“Good Bitch, I want to hear you scream in pain. That tells me you aren’t enjoying this, and that is the purpose. I am fucking you just for the sake of fucking that worthless sloppy wet hole of yours.”

He can do verbal humiliation so well. I wasn’t sure why I was crying. Tears of Joy, the pain from my clit? Or just the way he was verbally assaulting me. Keeping me from enjoying it, knowing it was nothing more than a pity fuck.

He repeatedly told me I needed to be grateful for this, that he had better things to do with his time tonight than “this.”

Neither one of us is enjoying it, other than for Him to know I was feeling the pain while He was fucking the hole that He owned. It was HIS hole to use and abuse as He wanted. Or even ignore it if He desires it.

One last thrust, as I was starting to count down from ten. I heard His grunt and felt the warm juices, my reward, filling my pussy. As He was Cumming, he started to pull out. I begged Him not to, but He just smiled at me. He was telling me to put my legs down. He moved up and shoved His wet cock down my throat.

He looked into my eyes. “There, you slave. I fucked that sloppy wet hole of yours. Now, you better lick every ounce of that mess you made off the carpet, and I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth the rest of the night.” With that, He pulled His cock out of my mouth, wiped it on my face and walked away.

With tears streaming from my face, I waited until He was upstairs, out of sight, before I immediately started to lick up the wetness. His cum, my juices, the dirt. I didn’t care. I would have licked the carpet dry if He told me to.

From there, I went to my slave bathroom. I cleaned my face, did my evening chores, and then kneeled at the doorway to the Master bedroom with my eyes down. Smiling. He snapped His fingers, pointing at the doggy bed still on the floor on His side.
He did his evening routine, ordered me to clean the bathroom, and then told me to join Him in Bed.

He hugged me and kissed me. Telling me I was the best dam slave He had ever known and that He enjoyed the evening, that we needed to do that again in another six months… I nodded as He kissed me good night.

I was too happy to sleep. I lay there, watching him drift off into slumberland. It was long before I stopped replaying that event in my head. I came so close to wanting to play with myself, but I was good and kept my hands away. Finally falling asleep.

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