Kink!

My husband, commonly known around my house as boy slave, busy at its at-home desk job. In between its projects for work it makes sure to keep up with all its daily chores and duties. Its Owner is currently at His job and won’t be home until much later, after a few hours hanging out with His guy friends. boy slave is always expected to be in uniform to keep it happy, obedient, safe, and mindless. 

By the time its Owner returns from enjoying a night out it has already listened to its hypnotic programming, playing from discreetly placed headphones that are completely unremovable from behind the rubber, for almost over 12 hours. Masters house is clean and spotless, a hot meal is ready along with a chilled glass of wine, and the toy waits in proper position for its Owners next command. Its mind so thoroughly brainwashed that it know nothing else besides its Masters commands and fulfilling them. 

Without saying anything, Master simply rests in His big squishy arm chair and lets out a contented sigh. He grabs a small handheld device off the tray near the chair and presses a button to pause the hypno programming. boy slave of course stays frozen in proper position. He puts his hands behind his head and rests His feet up. 

“Dinner, feet, cock, bed” its Owner swiftly said all translating to pre-programmed instructions boy slave understood and immediately began attending to. It brought over the hot prepped meal and served Master a bottle of chilled wine. While enjoying His meal slave quietly went into the kitchen, but still in plain sight to eat from its bowl on the floor. After lapping up some water from its other bowl as well slave promptly made its way back over to Master before He finished his meal to begin massaging His feet. Master finished enjoying His meal and then let out another contented sigh as boy slave quickly took dishes from Him. After massaging Masters body some more, its Owner all of a sudden took off its gag and shoved its trained throat easily down to the base. On a moments notice boy slave was triggered into a mindless cock worshipping frenzy, hypnotically pre-programmed into it. 

Blackmail? Fucking too right it is.

You wanted your grubby fun with a wild biker bitch, well congratulations…..you got it.

But there’s always a price to pay in return, and what will your wife say when she gets this leather selfie?