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Submissive Slut for Poker Night

submissive slutThe life of a submissive slut is never dull. Master had a party at the office Friday. It was a late-night poker game technically, but he only plays with other men like him who own slaves. The poker games rotate between the guys’ offices and whomever is hosting that game, his slave is the hostess. I was in a BDSM Playboy bunny outfit. Black leather corset, black thigh highs, a dog collar around my neck, bunny ears and high heels. I served the men drinks. I was a bartender too. I make a mean martini. The guys would smack me on my ass and grab my tits. When they had to piss, I would hold a wine glass under their cocks for them to piss in like it was a urinal. Of course, I had to drink it with a smile. I am not a fan of pissing phone sex, let alone real pissing sex. Ugh. I drank a bunch of piss. I also had to massage their prostates to drain their balls for stress release. When they get worked up, they need to relax. These are all old men. Most of them over 65 which means they do not get hard easily, but they still need to cum. I am good at draining old balls. When I was not having masters pee in wine glasses for me to chug, I was milking prostates into wine glasses for me to chug. I dread when poker night is in my master’s office because his cohorts have funky tasting spunk. They all drink this wheat germ shit that makes their cum sour. It is a Californian cocktail to stay youthful feeling and keep the brain sharp. This was the longest poker night ever. At least it felt that way. Luckily, my master won because if he had lost, the winner would have had me for a night.


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