Damn, Thats Good Boy, Your Master Said, Chomping Down The Food Youd Dutifully Made Him While He Was At

“Damn, that’s good boy,” your master said, chomping down the food you’d dutifully made him while he was at the gym, building up a shimmering sweat, “You’re getting good at these meal preps.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, bowing, “Helping you get nice and big and strong by keeping you fed is my job, sir.”

“That’s right boy,” he said, rice spilling out of his mouth sloppily as he answered in between scoopfuls of food, “Now, my feet need a rubbing and a cleaning.  They’re tired.  Go enjoy your meal while I enjoy mine.”

He had been your trainer at first when you’d signed up at the gym for the first time, but it didn’t take long for his masculine aura to overpower you and turn you into a little begging bitch.  You’d always considered yourself pretty masc, but he knew as soon as he saw you he knew what type of faggot you were and exactly what buttons to push.  Your urge to serve his monster feet slowly won you over.  Before you knew it, you were in an apron in his kitchen naked, happily cooking up his chicken and rice while he drank beer on the couch in exchange for your training.  No matter how clean you got them, they were always dirty the next day, always coated with a sheen of salty sweat for you to lap up.  Once you were done, you got to press your face into his huge, sweaty feet, licking your way up his massive muscular calves as his musky foot scent filled your brain, just in time for him to crush your head between his huge thighs while you sniffed and licked his balls like the good pup he’d made you into while he watched sports.  Afterwards he’d pull you onto his pillow pecs and let you lick the sweat out of his pits while pinning you with his huge biceps.

At night you had a few sleeping places depending on his mood; stuck under his feet at the end of the bed like a good pup, or tucked under his pit, breathing in his gym pit odor or sweaty feet all night long, letting his alpha odor reprogram you, driving your obedience deeper.  He’d kept you like this the first few nights when you still remembered your life before him.  But after a few nights of that you were totally rewired and your only thoughts were of your new, happier life as his wife.  Things were just so much easier when you let a real man take charge and make all your decisions for you.  Every now and then he let you sleep with your face pressed against his meaty balls, letting you greedily soak in the pocket of warmth emanating from them and his huge beefy cock while you nuzzled against his thick bushy pubes.  Every morning you woke him up worshipping whichever spot you awoke in.

Working out was so rewarding.

Oh damn

You weren’t comfortable with the open relationship at first.  But after your Master made you sit back and watch him turn this jock into his bitch, he called you over to clean off the jock’s sweaty feet while he enjoyed a drink & you realized maybe there really were some benefits in this for both of you.  Serving the man who your boyfriend just fucked in front of you, who just cucked you, was a whole new level of humiliation...and you loved it.  He just fucked the man you loved, and instead of fighting him like any man would, you were down on your knees being used as a footrest while you served him, licking and sniffing up the sweat off his big, musky feet, lost in his stench.  Whatever him and your boyfriend had done, this new guy had humiliated you, and that was all it took to kick your sub brain into high gear.  The deepest, most instinctual parts of your brain didn’t know or care about the context or the reason, all it knew was that there was another man in front of you who had made you a beta, and that this superior man needed to be worshipped.  Sub brains don’t respond with anger, they respond with more subservience.

Your boyfriend knew that would happen, of course.  You loved seeing the glean in your man’s eyes as your slurped away at his new fucktoy’s feet,  His satisfaction knowing he controlled you so completely that watching him with this new guy didn’t make you jealous..it turned you on even more.  Knowing he had been right again, because yet another thing you had resisted so long was now filling you with waves of blind heat and pleasure, whether you wanted them or not.  Knowing now you’d finally shut up and let him fuck whoever he wanted, like he deserved, and then throw you his scraps to turn your whines into moans.  

Daddy was right.  A cock as powerful as his couldn’t be satisfied by one person.  He needed to spread his seed.  You just wanted to keep him and his cock happy at first, but now he'd found a new way to turn you on and control you.  He’d broken you on a new level.  

But Daddy always knows best, after all.

You like being in the middle.

Good morning. I know that you are confused. I know that you have no idea how you get here, who am I, or why do you have a raging boner. But the most confusing thing for you might be the funny taste in your mouth. You feel something sweet and salty. It’s almost funky. But man, you should have seen yourself yesterday. You licked my sweaty pits like a thirsty bitch and you swallowed my cum after you sucked me like it was water. You were completely out of control. Or should I say self control. Because one thing is for sure, you were under control. Mine. You obeyed like a good boy. And soon you will get back to your bitchy, obedient self. Just inhale my musk deeper. Right into the bottom of your lungs. That’s it. Good night. Soon you won’t be needing the special treatment as your brainwashing will be complete. And pernament.

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