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The room of the house slave may be a bit big, but he pays well for it.
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The hardest thing about being a slave is waiting...
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The Dinner Party
I was looking forward to Friday night. My boyfriend, Louis, and I were throwing a dinner party for a group of about twenty friends and acquaintances. Louis owned a nice house with enough room for the amount of guests that were coming, so, we decided to have the party there rather than my dinky one bedroom apartment. I’d been staying at his place for the past week planning, cleaning and cooking for the occasion but the time together gave us an opportunity to play a few BDSM games along the way.
Louis was much older than I and enjoyed being dominant in our relationship, two qualities I look for in a potential partner. I am a submissive guy who enjoys serving older, dominant men and, when I met Louis for coffee, I was immediately attracted to him. He was tall with a bald head and a white beard. He was built like an ox. If you saw his workout schedule, you might call him a “gym rat.”
The clanking of chains could be heard throughout the house on the morning of the dinner party. I was in my “uniform” (as Louis put it) of no clothes, a chastity cage, shackles with a long chain attached to my wrists and ankles, and a muzzle keeping me gagged. I was mopping the floors and, while the chains were long enough for me to perform my duties, they were short enough to make the process more difficult.
Louis came down and kissed my muzzle and pinched my exposed nipples causing my cock to throb in its cage.
“I see my little slut is getting everything ready for tonight.”
He gave my ass a firm slap.
“Uhss sur,” I said through the gag.
He held my chin so i could look him in the eyes. “If you do a good enough job, maybe I will fuck you before the party. Would you like that?
I shook my head “yes” and he kissed my muzzle again.
“That’s my good boy. Keep mopping and don’t forget to iron my clothes for the party.”
Rather than walking around, he intentionally walked onto the floor I’d just mopped with his dirty shoes and said, “Looks like you missed some spots. I’ll have to punish you for that later.”
With a wink, he left me to my work, my cock still trying to burst from the chastity cage.
As the time approached for guests to arrive, I was quickly putting the finishing touches on the food for dinner. I was still in my uniform and needed to go upstairs to get ready. Louis had just come back from the gym and went upstairs to get ready. As I put the whipped cream on the strawberry pie, I realized I hadn’t ironed his clothes yet!
I shuffled up the stairs in my shackles and opened his bedroom door to find him naked with a stern look on his face.
“Ahm suh surry!, sur!” I said through the gag.
His stern look softened and he walked over to me. As he unlocked the shackles, muzzle and chastity cage, he reassured me.
“It’s okay boy, we all make mistakes. You did such a good job putting this whole dinner party together. Do you still want me to fuck you?”
“Right now? I don’t think we have time, people will be here in half an ho—”
He put his finger to my lips and walked over to our toy chest. He pulled out a leather harness.
“Come here, boy.”
“Yes, sir.”
My mind was reeling as he put the harness around my torso. He then took out a leather thong and had me step into it and pulled it up into place. Next, he took out a leather mask with holes for my mouth and eyes and slipped it over my head. A thick leather collar was belted around my neck and a blindfold went over my eyes.
“Louis, this is all very elaborate for you to fuck me and then have to—mphhh!”
A ball gag was shoved in my mouth and secured behind my head.
“Shut the fuck up, boy.”
This is when I knew this wasn’t going to be an ordinary “quickie.”
“Lay down on the floor and put your hands behind your back.”
I did as I was told and he started tying my wrists. He pulled my ankles up to my hands and secured them with the same rope. There I was, hogtied, ball gagged, blinded, and guests were going to be here any minute.
After a moment or two of silence, he finally said, “I told you to iron my clothes before the party didn’t I?”
I rocked my body onto my side and pleaded through the gag.
“Mphhh! Mphhhhmphmph!”
“I’m sorry, boy. You’re going to miss the dinner party tonight. I’m just going to tell everyone you had a family emergency and couldn’t stay.”
What was he saying?! I was squirming to get free at this point.
“MPH?!?”
“I know! You worked so hard on it and everything looks amazing! But that’s how it goes when you disobey your master.”
He can’t do this! I put so much work into this party and he wasn’t going to let me enjoy it?! I protested and shook my head.
“You’re going to stay in here bound and gagged until it’s over, boy. I have a camera installed on that shelf over there so I can monitor you. I’ll come up and check on you personally throughout the night.”
“MPHHHH!!!”
“Shhhshh shh,” he said putting a finger on the gag. “You’re going to learn so much from this experience, boy.”
He reached down and patted my bulge, my cock hard against the leather.
“I know you are secretly loving this and I will make it worth your while tonight after the last person leaves.”
I begged and whimpered into the gag as I heard him leave the room.
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You will sleep bound and gagged today. Got it boy? 😈🔥
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