What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenance…and intimacy.
One of my slaves was being a brat today, so I wrote a little eulogy for him "Here lies slaves balls, once able to reproduce not a pointless attachment to his pathetic cock" safe to say he's back on his knees grovelling as he should be
"Hang tight, I'll be right back" "Where are you off to in a hurry?" "Any plans tonight or just hanging out?" She was getting SO sick of the jokes they all made when they used her.
