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Imagine me sitting on the couch. Gaming on my switch. But actually needing to pee pretty badly. So I snap my fingers and ask you to crawl between my legs on the couch. I make you unzip my pants, and pull them down as well. Before pushing down my boxers. You obediently nuzzle my shaft, before putting the tip of my cock inside of your mouth. I smile. You look up at me obediently. While I rest one hand onto your head. You see me close my eyes for a second as my face turns into pure bliss. And within moments you feel the warm stream of piss flow into your mouth. Right her and now your purpose is to service me. In whatever way possible. So you swallow. Gulping down wave after wave for my convenience. As you hear me softly grunt and sigh from that relieve.

After a while the stream of piss stops flowing and I pet your head, while praising you for doing oh so well. But you know your task isn’t over yet. Obediently you start bobbing your head up and down and swirling your tongue around my pissy shaft. You know I want my cock clean. So you do as you are told. You suck me off. Suck me clean. Right there on the couch. Between my legs. As I game on my switch and enjoy myself. You keep licking and sucking. Even when your jaw starts hurting. You feel my member grow and enlarge inside your mouth. Soon the taste of piss is replaced for the taste of pre-cum. But you don’t stop. You keep sucking. Until my soft groans start getting louder and louder.

I'm not supposed to reach out until he tells me it's okay, but he has been sending me photos of what they're doing together and reminding me that they are going ziplining, enjoying four star meals and enjoying the tropics together as im forced to work overtime at home to pay for part of their vacation.

I'm stuck here doing his laundry, cleaning his dishes and walking his pets in sweltering heat as he's on a beach with his lover enjoying the luxury and having his cock milked any time he wants.

When he broke it to me that this was happening i fully expected him to take me on vacation somewhere too, but he has yet to say anything about that. Instead as the day of their departure grew every nearer i only got to watch as his girlfriend would brightly talk about how excited she was to enjoy some peace and quiet with him. He was so excited too, he kept telling me he was so glad to finally take her out to a place she deserved. I felt more and more jealous and anxious and upset and foind myself crying the day they left.

Why wouldn't he put in this time for me? Why has he never taken me anywhere, why would i have to pay for her part of the trip? It felt it was so unfair. And now i admit it still feels that way, but then im reminded that this is how I'm meant to be treated.

Service isn’t just about sex. The truth of the matter is, he wouldn’t have caged me if I didn’t know how to cook and clean. A man like him can get sex. What he needs is a multifaceted boy who can make his whole life better. That’s why I got the cage and other boys didn’t.

Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.

I don’t want to hear sorry anymore. I want you to perform as you’ve been trained. You know how to do this. Any more nonsense and there will be consequences that, trust me, you won’t like.

Yes Sir.

Get on your back and lift your legs like a girl.

Yes Sir.

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“Hey, c’mon in. I asked you to come by my place because I’ve been noticing you around town. You seem to stare a lot. It’s ok if you do. You can’t be this large and not notice it. But your attention is different. Are you gay?...

"I have a big ass and from you wrote online, I think you're going to like it. I haven't showered yet because you told me how much you love the scent of ass - mine is smelly and ripe - hope it's not too much for you but then, this is what you asked for.

If I remember correctly, you wrote 'I want you unwashed, moist and ripe' and you said you wanted me to part my ass cheeks and sit my 'big fat ass' on your face so that your nostrils were pressed right up against my asshole.

I wasn't sure if you were going to show up because you made some pretty wild, sick promises, in addition to sniffing my dirty asshole. You're a sick little bastard - I'm going to enjoy this.

Anyway, let's get started. You'll be restrained the whole weekend - just in case you change your mind.

You poor boy... I had a big Mexican meal last night with plenty of refried beans and cheese and had all the leftovers breakfast, so you can expect my farts to be big, loud and smelly. Sometimes they even come out a bit moist but then that's what your tongue is for. They'll be smelly but I bet you're going to love them and even beg for more. Doesn't matter. And afterwards, I'll let you clean my asshole with your tongue.

I sent a long private message telling him that I am an insatiable rimmer and that I love the scent of ass and the taste of piss. I tell him that I am a pathetic submissive in need of a dominant alpha man who will take control in the bedroom and use me for his pleasure.

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The next day I went to boss’ office hoping to repeat my worship from the day before. When I ripped off his shoes, he had no socks on and his feet reeked. His soles were so dirty they were dark. I was entranced again. “Ran out of socks and didn’t even realize until I got dressed this morning so I went barefoot at the gym for a little bit.” I immediately dove for his soles and started lapping up the dirt trying to get his feet back to normal. He chuckled to himself as he typed some emails, “I didn’t even tell you to lick them, but I like the initiative.” By the time I was done, over an hour had passed but his feet were spotless. I was proud and he sent me on my way.

I did this for a few more days until he stopped me just as I was about to make tongue to sole contact. “Uh uh uh, hold on, I’ve been thinking. This arrangement used to be balanced. You got to rub and smell my feet, while I got to go home with a tamer odor so my wife won’t complain. Recently though, you’ve been getting a lot more out of this than I have. I mean what am I getting in return for you sucking on my toes?” I looked to the floor. He was right, I was taking advantage of him. “I think I’m going to need a little more from you to make sure this deal is fair.” I looked back up to him, hoping he wouldn’t ask for too much. “You need to start doing some things for me, I want coffee, black, every morning and you can pick up my dry cleaning on Mondays and Thursdays.” I quickly agreed thinking that was no problem. He smiled, snapped, and pointed at his feet and I went straight to work licking his smelly soles.

After a week of buying him coffee, picking up his dry cleaned shirts and licking his strong feet, I was once again on my knees giving his soles the works. He was making calls and ignored me the whole time, like usual. When he was done, he put his feet down and slipped into his gym sneakers. He grabbed his dress shoes and put them in my hands telling me that they were dirty and scuffed. He was leaving work early for him and his wife’s anniversary and he wanted me to bring his shoes home to clean. “Give them a nice spit shine,” he said. I think I knew what that meant, but I couldn’t be sure.

I finished up work and I anxiously made my way home. At first I used a rag to wipe the tops of them clean. They still looked dull and I had no shoe polish so I didn’t know what to do. Then I thought back to his spit shine comment. Does he really want me to lick his shoes clean? I pondered for a minute and I decided that it would be better to do it in case that was what he wanted. I tongued the tops with all my effort and they truly did shine once I was finished, though my tongue was starting to hurt from licking the cold leather. I was proud of my work and presented them to my boss the next day along with his morning coffee, on my knees of course. He took them from my hands and looked satisfied with the tops, but then he flipped them over and his face tightened. “I thought I asked you to clean my shoes?”

“You did, sir. Did I do something wrong?”

“These soles are still dirty, did you even try to clean them?”

My heart sank and my eyes widened. How could I have forgotten the soles! “I am so sorry sir, I didn’t realize you wanted me to clean the soles too. Please forgive me.”

“I don’t have time for forgiveness, as he started putting his shoes on, I have a meeting in 10 minutes. Get on your back so you can clean them properly.” I immediately laid down beneath him and he stuck his shoe soles right on my tongue. I lathered my saliva all over them and he pressed and slid his feet back and forth pretty aggressively. I guess I was right that he wanted me to lick them last night. When it was time for him to go he put a foot on my stomach, looked me in the eyes, and said that when he asks me to do something he expects me to do it fully, not half-assed. He stood up, still holding a foot on my belly and dropped his gym sneakers on my chest. “You can try again on these, don’t disappoint me.” I thanked him as he walked off and I immediately started licking the soles of his dirty smelly sneakers. I couldn’t even wait to get home.

I continued to worship his feet every day. I brought his coffee and picked up his dry cleaning. I also kept bringing his shoes home to lick clean for hours when he felt they needed it. This went on for a few more weeks when he finished our session with another ask. “My wife’s been busy with all her charities and no one has been able to do laundry, I’m running out of clothes. I’ve worn these socks for three days in a row already. Come by my house around 6 to do it for me. It’s the least you could do for getting to clean my dirty shoes.” I happily agreed!

I came by that night, the door was unlocked. I stepped into a beautiful apartment on the upper west side and slowly walked down the hallway when my boss found me. “Good, you’re here on time. Follow me.” I followed him into a small laundry room where he showed me the machines, his large pile of dirty clothes and the cleaning materials. “When you’re done, you can leave,” was all he said before walking off. I carefully prepped all of his clothes, selfishly taking the opportunity to sniff his gym shirts, socks, and underwear. Man were they ripe. Once everything was dried, ironed and put away in his closet I quietly left without seeing him the whole time. It felt good being able to pay him back for letting me worship his feet and shoes.

He had me doing his laundry for a couple of weeks, (giving me the chance to sniff his smelly clothes in the process). But his wife was still too busy with her many other duties and his house was getting messy. As I was already there, I started straightening up. I found the vacuum and cleaned the floors. I cleared out the sink. As I was scrubbing the toilet clean, my boss walked in, stood right over me and said, “I’m surprised you’re not using your tongue,” with a hearty laugh. He went back to whatever he was doing but not without a “keep up the good work.” I noticed he didn’t thank me for anything but I remembered that I should be grateful to him for letting me clean his house. I would make sure to thank him tomorrow while I made out with his toes.

Shove it in my face. Literally. Make me nuzzle on your cock before you skull fuck me. Slap me with it. Hold my head in place and hump against my face, leaving trails of your precum. Set me on my knees and just follow every whim you have, sate any urge, if you think something might feel good for your cock, do it.

(Fuck I got carried away maybe..)