This submissive whore loves slave bondage. Several decades ago, I was my father’s slave. Now I am my Master’s slave. I serve him every way he wants. He was hosting a party for some clients this past weekend. I was to be the hostess. I knew it would be more than taking coats and serving drinks. It always is more. I did not realize I would be tied up for the party. My legs and ankles were bound. I was naked of course. My breasts were hog tied until they looked like torpedoes. Do you know how difficult it is to walk in stilettos with your ankles bound and your hands tied behind your back? I had to make it look like an art form or be punished.
I managed. I am a seasoned bondage whore after all. I couldn’t serve drinks, but I could take cum. That was really my job. To drain the balls of Master’s guests. Master didn’t want me just giving blowjobs. That was too basic. I gave prostate massages with my tongue. I have a long tongue, according to Master. I was more accustomed to using my fingers to drain the prostate, but if this is what amused Master, I would find a way to make it work. I was human toilet paper. I licked dirty asses, sucked dirty dicks and drained balls into mason jars. By the time the party was winding down, I had amassed several jars of cum. I knew Master had an ultimate plan. This party was less about draining prostates and more about humiliating his favorite slave.
I was forced on my knees in front of the party guests. Master yanked my red mane back to open my mouth as jars of fresh sperm were poured down my throat. I took the term cum guzzler to new heights. It was hard not to puke up cum. It was so thick, plus the sheer volume of it would have made a gay porn star gag. I consumed over 100 ounces of fresh cum. So much cum that I was literally sick to my stomach for days. But Master was pleased, as were his guests, so that is all that matters. A good whore does what she is told.
