Dinner For Master

Dinner for Master

As a reward for my efforts in my first week as a slave, and my first full day caged, my master gave me the privilege to cook dinner for him tonight. I purchased the best cut of ribeye I could find. I went about preparing vegetables and herbs from my garden, firing up the grill, and roasting sweet potato fries. I was afraid that I would burn something and fuck everything up, but everything went as planned. The table was set for one and the steak was perfectly cooked to my master’s preference and resting when he arrived at my door.

Master ordered me to strip off the jock strap I was wearing so that he could enjoy the sight of my newly caged cock. I served him a beer in a frosty class and he returned the gesture with clothespins clamped onto my nipples. I filled his plate then knelt beside him. He rested his cold beer for me to balance on my back as I worshiped his feet. My master is generous and kind, so he served me some bites from the table and he whetted my appetite with a healthy serving of his beautiful uncut cock.

Master retired to the basement living room and I went about cleaning and preparing a special dessert: blackberry fig compote and goat cheese stuffed grilled peaches. I served master the dessert and was in heaven as I watched from under his bare feet while he cut into the juicy, tender peach, and savored the sensual flavors. I pleased him, so it was time for the sweetness of my dessert.

Master had me slowly arrange all of the toys and equipment we would use with me onto the floor. He watched as I slid his vibrating prostate stimulator in my pussy and put on wrist and ankle cuffs. Master had me lie on my belly and I could feel the hard plastic and metal of my cock cage pressed against me. He pressed a magic wand against my cock cage and sent me into shuddering pleasure and agony as he varied the settings of both vibrators. Master presented one foot for me to worship as the other pressed against the top of my head. He asked the question, “who is in control.” With a whimper and a shout, I squealed and stated, “you are in control of my body and my mind sir.” 

It was time to stand me up and tie my arms above my head against the top of my pull-up cage. I was blindfolded and my feet were secured against the base of the cage. Slowly, with devious deliberateness, master clamped the skin below my nipples in rows. He teased me with more vibration as he slapped my ass hard. Every once in a while, master would breathe into my ear and suck on my neck and shoulder, sending me into a shudder of ecstasy that stirred my useless caged cock. He slowly dragged a feather across my helpless body then slapped a whip against my skin. Master unclamped my nipples and skin, making sure to enjoy the jerks of pain this brought to my body. As has been the case throughout my time in service for master, a steady stream of precum dribbled from my useless cock through the cage and onto the floor. 

Master took this opportunity to let my cock free from its cage. To my shame and disappointment I could not stay hard for him. He set a timer and went about teasing my body, running ice cubes over my burning nipples and down to around the stimulator that was still ravishing my pussy. As punishment for not getting hard on master’s command, he untied me, clamped my nipples again, and reminded me that he would owe me twenty spankings.

Master decided that I would sit at his feet and serve as his pup teaching me to bark and to fetch his dildo. If I did not do a good job as his pup, master would slap me across the face with his palm or the dildo. If I did good I was rewarded with his delicious cock as my treat.

He relented and let me sit next to him and rest after all of this. Master leaned into me and kissed me intensely, instantly making me rock hard. He reminded me that it has been six days since I have been allowed to cum and today was not the day that I was to be allowed to feel that release. He enjoyed jerking my pulsating cock and teasing me before it was time for my punishment. I leaned over him and counted twenty strikes, thanking master for each one. I knelt under his cock with my hands behind my back and watched as he reminded me that I was only allowed to suck his cock when he wanted it. He had me look straight into his eyes as he jerked himself to climax. At last came the icing on the cake as he shuddered and spurted wave after wave of warm cum onto my face and beard. I was allowed to clean his spent cock and lap up his ultimate reward.

As I said, my master is kind and generous...

This is an aspiration for the future. I would love to someday find a husband that expected me to forever be his servant and object

you had just moved in to your first home with the Hubby. It was so exciting to be married and starting a life together with your Man. you hadn’t set up all the furniture yet so of course you were willing to improvise when your Husband needed some files edited for His photography business.

Being Shown for the First Time

Yesterday I traveled with my master to be shown to one of his friends for the first time. It was both terrifying and exciting thinking about what this would be like, anticipating my master displaying me to another man. As I prepared for the occasion, I hoped that he would be proud of my progress and that I would be an impressive possession. At the same time, the part of me that wrestles with servitude felt conflicted and weary of such exposure. I dripped from my cage as I thought about this and prepared my body for the day.

At the house of my master’s friend I was allowed to sit and talk and have a beer for a little while. I did my best to relax into playing a board game with my master and his friend, almost forgetting my ultimate role. Of course, I lost the game and it was time for me to be punished. 

As I was ordered to strip, I found there was a moment where I felt completely exposed, leered at and robbed of dignity and a sense of place. That moment was fleeting and I soon felt myself shift, my posture straightened, my chest out and my core flexed. I began to remember that it was my duty to be seen by my master and anyone he chose to share with as an object for pleasure. This rattled my cage and I assumed an all fours position on the dining room table and was plugged. Master and his friend decided that I would serve as the table for their next game. It consumed my thoughts as I though about being a piece of furniture for my master. My heart raced and the blood inside my veins tingled at the prospect of such a complete submission and objectification. 

Balancing the board game for master as I faced him, my head positioned so that I could service his beautiful, thick, uncut cock as they played, was one of the most difficult and exciting experiences I have ever had. My muscles tensed and trembled as I fought to maintain perfect stillness while my master grabbed onto my hair and used my mouth. I was consumed with balancing these two opposing expectations. My balance wavered eventually and I could not maintain the position. My hands an arms had been tingling and buckling under the pressure. My own desired to be fed by my master got in the way, the pieces tumbled from the board. I was to be punished harder now. Again, my heart raced as I was flooded with thoughts and feelings, relief at the prospect of changing positions, shame and disappointment in failing my master, and excitement and uncertainty at was next to come.  

Master and his friend used this opportunity to practice rope binding. I was secured and wrapped in the fibrous hemp rope with my hands and shoulders unable to free themselves. I was ordered to struggle to release myself for their pleasure as I was spanked and my balls, swollen and red from more than a week of chastity, were squeezed and smacked. My caged filled and I experienced wave after wave of pleasure immediately followed by pain during these experiences. The vibrating plug was set to all sorts of settings of increasing intensity throughout my time on display and I found myself giving into seeing my ass as my master’s pussy. I tried to focus through the pain to find pleasure so that I could fulfil his desires and expectations. My internal experiences subtly shifted away from my own perceptions towards anticipation around my master’s needs and desires. I wanted nothing more than to please Him. To give him what he desired as a personal object of gratification. 

I was further humiliated, punished, and displayed as my legs were first spread and tied together, then were hogtied to my shoulder blades. I was placed precariously on a small weight bench and left to struggle as my master played with his friend, immobilizing him in a chair and edging him. During his friends act of submission, my master reminded me that he was allowed to experience pleasure through his cock, whereas I was caged and only allowed pleasure in my service. By this time, all of the thoughts, doubts, and instincts left my body and I began to know this was true. I am truly an object for my master’s pleasure. He owns me. He can do with me what he wants. My feelings are only relevant in that my devotion to him and my struggles give him pleasure. This filled me with an inner stillness, a peace and a purpose, a drive and a determination to be his most prized possession. 

Yes sir. Thank you sir!

Sniff them!

I love it when a man kisses me like I’m his property.