You’re up before the sun, on your knees and waiting at the edge of the bed for Master’s daily Hole Inspection.
"Open." It’s his first command, and you obey instantly. Your jaw drops and your tongue slides out flat. He leaves you like this for what feels like an eternity, waiting patiently for the drool to accumulate and start to drip down your chin. He wants to see that you’re shameless. A perfect obedient pet ready to be inspected.
Two fingers invade your mouth next. They shove past your tongue, straight to the back of your throat. It's the second test. Your eyes water and your throat spasms, but you survive. Good fuck dolls don't gag. So you keep it together. Just like he taught you.
"Suck," he orders, withdrawing his fingers just enough to let you work.
You clamp down with tight lips, sucking like it's your last shot at air. Fast, sloppy, in-out-in-out, tongue curling around his knuckles to taste salt and skin. When he yanks them free, they're gleaming and dripping. Ready for what comes next.
You collapse back onto the mattress. Thighs fall open and knees haul back until they nearly kiss your shoulders. You're on display. Your pussy’s out, bare lips swollen from playing with yourself before he walked in. His wet fingers slide along your slit and part you. He presses in slow. One at a time. Curling them to rub that spot inside you that makes your vision go white.
It's no surprise that you’re soaked, you always are, but he checks anyway. Today he even puts in a little extra effort for you, positioning your clit between thumb and knuckle and tugging it lightly. He wants to see his plaything squirm, and you give him what he wants.
"Good so far, slut." he says as he wipes his fingers across your inner thigh, marking you. "Turn."
You scramble over. Face in the pillow, hips high, presenting the metal plug nestled between your cheeks. It feels heavier today. He grips the base and pulls it out slowly, testing the resistance, before shoving it back in place. He continues like that, fucking your ass with the plug until you’re sufficiently stretched. He won’t stop until you gape.
Eventually, once he’s finally satisfied, he lets the plug sink back in and settle deep in you with a heavy thud.
"You pass. For today, at least."
The inspection ends, but the use of you continues. He unbuckles his belt and is on you before you can blink. Cock out, thick and blunt, nudging your pussy lips apart. One thrust buries him to the hilt, and you whine from the force of him bearing down on you.
This is your reward. It's raw, punishing, and devoid of frills. Just the slap of skin on skin and the burn of him inside you. You're still slick from his fingers and trembling from the plug. It feels excessive and perfect. Beyond simple affection. You’re his property. And he makes sure you know it, each and every day.
