Live-in Slave

Arrive home from work to find my live-in cashpig on his knees in my spotless kitchen. He's wearing a fresh jock and thigh high socks. He's staying for the week, and he knows his hole is mine the moment I step through the door. He's tucked two $20s in his strap.

A fag so eager to serve gets me rock hard. I approach. The sound of my footsteps makes him tilt his hole upwards – to heaven, to his god.

I tease his hole with the tip of my cock. He begs for it. He's clutching poppers. I tell him to take a sniff and count him down from 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... I drive my cock deep into his slave cunt as he inhales. He whimpers like a bitch. He's here to serve. 

I leave his hole gaping, my alpha seed poking out of his cunt. It drips. I help myself to both $20s.

The cashr*pe

A Slave asked me to browse his latest photo collection after a RT session – pics of him on his knees, bound, with his wallet in his mouth and his Master's rock-hard cock looming over him.

I took control of his screen on TeamViewer and explored the folder of images ... Then I realised the l Fool left his OwnedFags window open. I drained his a entire bank of tips, all while while he begged me not  to.

Then, three nights ago, he asked me to browse his new photo collection. The fag had even restocked his tips.

So eager to serve.

The Master

A Master must be firm but forgiving, equally capable of caring and punishing. You are a Slave. You are unworthy. Your a***e is for your betterment. A Master demands you be worthy of the time you waste.

A Master exploits you because you are a disappointing, worthless Slave who must prove himself.

A Master knows the power they have over you, their foot on your chest, their hand in your wallet. You are not worthy of the power Master exerts on you.

You must be thankful.

You must appreciate your Sir.

Your Master humiliates you because he cares.