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"Lick them fucking boots fag, don't make me tell you again"

He stood there with a bottle of his piss in hand, "you said you were thirsty slut, drink, thats all you're getting from now on"

I'm coming over, assume the position and get ready for me bitch.

Perfection.

He started out as my lodger for a few months, and now he is my Master and Husband and rules my life with a firm hand. I am so happy and greatful to worship such a man.

Morning Pops, your breakfast is served.

Ever since my new step son moved in, he has taken full control of my life, and now I've become his bitch, its easy to see why.

He smiles as he forces me to my knees. "So pops you like staring at sweaty boys, well time you started serving us...suck it"

He gets home and instantly starts calling the shots and making it known, he runs this house, his dirty boots on the bed, when I complain, he just laughs and tells me how pathetic and lucky i am to have him boss me around.

I came home from work to find him sitting there arrogantly. "On your knees pops, sniff these socks" he ordered, "i've had a long session of PE today and these socks are ripe, just how daddy likes them...sniff!" he laughed.

He finds it funny making me lick his dirty football boots when the rest of the team watch. "Haha such a pathetic slave, clean my boots fag"

What the fuck pops, i told you to have this place cleaned by the time I came out of the shower...you failed, fuck you are pathetic, you had one job to do...now its punishment time!