One of the photos I took of myself from my past encounters with Bryan. I could still vividly recall the details of that very eventful day.
Bryan had me report to his apartment at 3pm on a Wednesday, It was impromptu so I had to leave work early just for him. In his message, I was to arrive at 3pm, change out of my work clothes and into my full school uniform. “Everything on as per usual, socks should be in your mouth at all times until I arrive. Im watching you through the CCTV and if at any point you remove them, I’ll make sure you wont head home back to your boyfriend tonight” a clear warning written from his telegram message. I remember arriving earlier and having a spare key to his apartment for when he needed me to come over when he isnt around yet. I went to his spare room and opened up his cabinet where my uniform resided in, mind you these uniforms are unwashed and cummed on multiple times so the smell was rancid. My socks were greyed out and sealed in a container along with my converse sneakers. My uniform hanged loosely on the hanger alongside my brown skirt.
Even without his physical presence around, I still felt the shame and guilt of having change out of my work clothes, one that I wore out to make a living for me and my boyfriend, one that my boyfriend bought for me and change into my old secondary school uniform just to appeal to the pervetic fetishes of my master.
I’ll admit that I have a particular kink for stuffing my own mouth with my socks but never at such blackened, over-used state. The cotton socks had blackened patches all over from “marinating” in saliva and cum for some time in that sealed container. Bryan desires it that way so what choice did I have. It was either I do as he says or I’ll end up being tied with a vibrator in both my pussy and ass throughout the night. That alongside having to make another shitty excuse to my boyf on why I wouldnt be home for the night while being played with.
With utmost reluctance, I stuffed those socks into my mouth and sat patiently by his living room. Waiting for his arrival. 10 mins became 30, and 30 mins became nearly 2 hours till I could hear the sound of keys unlocking the gate.
He walked in unapologetically and took a glance at my state without an ounce of guilt on his face for being late.
“ Such an obedient slut hmm, I just ended work not long ago so I need to bathe first, just wait a little more okay?” He mockingly said to me, a piece of pure shit who had me leave work early for no fucking reason.
Even if I was fueled with frustation and annoyance, What could I even do. Im helpless when it came to him. For I was nothing but his property to do as he pleases. Im just his fuck toy, his cum bank. And that was what I exactly was throughout the evening up till I was allowed to return home at 11pm…
