"Come on, it's 5 o' Clock and you know what that means" He says yanking your leash, "yes, master, please, I can't wait any more". You say panting with droll pouring down your chin. A lot has changed since that one night, like you can remember it, like you can even think about anything else but your masters cock. You live your life always nude and bound, waiting to be fucked, or to eat his cum, it's addictive taste your only allowed source of daily nutrition. The only time the ropes come off is when he wants you to pleasure him, but never the collar, that and the tattoo serve to remind you that your his slave.
Each fuck session is rigorous, sweaty and dirty, just how you love it, how you've always loved it. He always makes sure to just shower you in his cum, and pump every hole, it's amazing how its always like a flood, and how you've never gotten pregnant, as if it's like magic. he forces you on the cold stone tablet, your nipples hardening at it's touch and pulls out the vibrator, with it's unlimited battery, our of your pussy, and ass. He keeps it always in there to make sure they never go numb and are always stimulated. "time to fuck your pussy". He says as he slips it in casually and you use your expertise to squeeze your vagina around his cock suffocating it. oh god his cock, your body has become permanently molded by it, your pussy, your ass hole your mouth, hell even the gap between your tits and the way you hold things when you can is always with his cock in mind.
You never have anything to complain about, how could you? your always in a feeling of bliss