John Gets an Office Babysitter (Part 2)
August 2, 2024Submissive Slave’s Filthy Party Night (Part 2)
August 6, 2024(If piss play and humiliation isn’t your thing, click away!)
Tiffany’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood in the dimly lit bathroom, her wrists bound with ropes to the thick pole that had been installed just for this. The room was filled with the scent of musty towels and the faint hint of bleach, with laughter and music filtering in from the party down the hall. She wore nothing but a tiny leather collar, which felt tight against her throat, a symbol of her submission.
Her master, Daddy Anderson, had been looking forward to this night for weeks. It was a gathering of his closest friends, all with similar interests, and Tiffany was to be their entertainment. Her role was clear: she was to serve as their toilet, their plaything, and their cum dumpster. The thought terrified and excited her, the rush of adrenaline making her heart race and her pussy tingle.
The door swung open, and Daddy stepped in, a smirk spreading across his face as he saw her waiting, obedient and exposed. “Ready for your guests, slut?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.
“Yes, sir,” Tiffany replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes downcast.
“Good girl,” he praised, stepping closer and running a hand over her bare shoulder. “Tonight, you will show them just how filthy you can be. How much you love to degrade yourself for their amusement.”
Tiffany nodded, swallowing hard as she felt a mixture of shame and arousal wash over her. Daddy moved away, leaving her alone again, but that didn’t last long. The sound of approaching footsteps signaled the arrival of the first guest.
It was Mr. Wilson, a tall, imposing man with a reputation for being rough. He paused at the door, taking in the scene before him with a smirk. “Looks like Anderson has our little toy ready,” he chuckled, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
Tiffany’s breathing quickened as he approached, his gaze raking over her body with obvious intent. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice gruff.
Obediently, Tiffany sank to the floor, her legs spread slightly, presenting herself to him. Mr. Wilson stood in front of her, his hands gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. “Take my cock out and put it on your tongue,” he commanded, and without hesitation, she did as told, her lips parting to reveal her eager tongue.
Mr. Wilson leaned closer, and then, with a satisfied grunt, he began to piss directly into her mouth. Tiffany swallowed reflexively, the warm liquid filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. It was humiliating, yet there was an undeniable thrill in obeying, in fulfilling her role so completely.
Once he was done, Mr. Wilson pulled back, watching her with a dark amusement. “Not bad for a start,” he commented, reaching down to stroke his cock. “Now, let’s see how you handle something more… substantial.”
Tiffany watched, her pulse racing, as he grabbed the back of her head and jerked her forward. “Suck it,” he demanded, and she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his length as she began to bob her head up and down, her bound hands clenching against the pipes behind her. Eager to find out what happens next? Click right here to find out!
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