I wake up to the sound of sizzling bacon and the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which since he doesn’t drink coffee, I know is specifically for me. It’s unusual for my Sir to wake up before me, especially on a day off, but today he made sure to fix us a hearty breakfast.
Not even bothering today to dawn my usual uniform, I made the bold decision to wander into the kitchen completely naked. I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He’s worked like crazy for the past 72-hours and knowing he’s had some good rest finally, I can tell he is up to no good. However, I know that today is going to be different, and fulfilling, just as He has promised.
He greets me with a smile as I enter the room, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Good morning, my little slut," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I have a special treat for you today."
I can’t help but blush at his words, my body already responding to the sound of his velvet voice. I know that I am his to command, his to please, and I am eager to fulfill his every desire.
After practically forcing me to eat and finishing a second cup of coffee, he leads me over to the middle of our main living area, where I see what he explains to be "a single bar prison" waiting for me. I have no idea what it is and what it's used for, and I can feel my heart racing with excitement at the thought of what might be in store for me next.
Sir instructs me on how it works, and I stand over it, my hands above my head and my ass sticking out. He puts the dildo inside me and locks me in place.
Before leaving me to clean up breakfast, Sir gives me a bottle of water to drink, adds a ball gag to my mouth to keep me quiet, and reminds me to let go and relax. I nod my head in understanding, ready to serve him in this new and exciting way.
As I stand there, waiting for him to return, I can feel my body trembling with anticipation. I know that this is just the beginning of a long and fulfilling day, and I am eager to see what else Sir has in store for me. It takes a while, but I somehow find some comfort standing in this prison for him.
When Sir is done in the kitchen, he returns to my side and removes the ball gag. I do my best to clean up the drool from my face and body before he gives me another bottle of water and instructs me to drink. He then puts the ball gag back in my mouth, adds nipple clamps with bells on them, and labia clamps to spread my pussy lips wide open for him. He leaves me in the single bar prison and instructs me not to make any noise with the bells as he goes to go do his daily rowing session. This is my "holy shit" moment, as I just got comfortable in my ability to move around and enjoy this prison, I am now completely immobilized in my new prison. The Rage Cage without the cage, I think to myself. But I do as instructed and do everything in my power not to make a sound with the bells.
When he is done, I can see he is very sweaty, with shoulders all jacked up from the tension rhythm of the rowing machine. While I assume this is finally my exit from this prison instead, he instead roughly slaps my tits and spanks my ass very hard as he walks right past me, headed for the shower.
The knob turns and I hear the initial gush out of the shower head. The sounds of the water running in the water running in the distance force my urge to pee. Now, I understand the 2 cups of coffee and all the water. With the ball gag in my mouth, all I can do is whimper as the hot flood of piss I’ve been holding onto so desperately trickles down my leg.
Despite the discomfort, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement and satisfaction at being used in this way. I know that this is what Sir wants, and I am eager to serve him in every way possible. His "little piss whore - in training," he calls it.
After the shower, Sir returns to me, still standing over the single bar prison. He admires the sight of me, drooling from both my mouth and my pussy, my nipples now purple from the clamps and my labia still held open by the clamps.
I whimper in response, unable to speak with the ball gag in my mouth. But I know that my whimpers are all he needs to hear to know how much I enjoy serving him in this way.
"But there is just one more thing missing from you right now…" he says and he shoots a heavy stream of piss straight up and down the front of my body. From face to pussy, hot piss showers over me and with the little strength to hold on to my own, I am faced with my own trickle of piss intermingling in a puddle, along with his, on the base of the prison.
Even so, I am as still as night so that I do not make a sound as instructed earlier but my staggered and eager breath defies me.
Despite my breathing the musicality of the bells, he is still pleased. "Play with your clit for me," he demands, and I start to rub instinctively and he follows with a gentle reminder "to ask," as my writhing excitement is a clear indicator that I'm getting close to orgasm.
While I am groaning at the edging feeling through the gag, "You look so good like this, my little whore," he says, his voice husky with desire. "You're such a good girl, serving me in every way. I'm so proud of you."
He unlocks the single bar prison and helps me out of it, leading me over to the couch. He removes the ball gag and the nipple clamps but leaves the labia clamps in place. And FUCK, that always hurts to have the nipple clamps come off and I grab my tits still warm and red from his earlier slaps with a cringe.
"Stay still for me," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want to admire the view."
I nod my head, my body trembling with anticipation. My Sir runs his hands over my body, teasing my clamped labia and my slick pussy. I moan with pleasure, my desire for release growing stronger and stronger.
Finally, my Sir can no longer resist. He removes the labia clamps and spreads my legs wide, his hard cock already out and ready for action. He slides inside me, fucking me hard and fast as I writhe with pleasure.
"Please, Sir, may I cum for you?" I beg, my voice trembling with desire.
"Yes, my little cum slut," he almost growls, his voice thick with lust. "Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum."
"Please, Sir, I beg you. I need to cum for you. I need to serve you in every way. Please, let me cum for you," I plead, my body writhing with pleasure.
"Cum for me, my little whore. I want to feel your hot flood of pleasure as you cum for me. Cum for me now," he commands, his voice filled with desire.
I cum hard, my body shaking with pleasure as the hot flood of my orgasm spreads through me and I squeeze him tight with all my might. My Sir grunts with satisfaction, his own orgasm quickly following mine. He fills me up with a force, leaving me dripping and satisfied with our combined sex.
Afterwards, my Sir helps me to the shower, cleaning us both up and getting ready for the rest of the day. But even as we go about our normal activities, I can’t forget the feelings of helplessness and submission that I experienced while standing over that single bar prison. I know that I am my Sir’s whore, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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