I wait, as I usually do at this time of day, in the foyer in front of the front door. Naked, sitting in my submissive posture - heels under my ass, knees spread wide to show him what is his, hands clasped behind my back. I've put on my nipple clamps and pussy clamps so I am wide open and bejeweled for him when he walks in the door. The nipple clamps have red jewels hanging down that sway when I crawl, the chain from them leading to my pussy clamps that keep me open for his perusal and pleasure. I've put in a lubed red-jeweled anal plug for later. I am lotioned and cleaned out and ready for him as expected.
When I hear the beep of the door opening, I thrust my tits out and push my hands further towards the floor so that I am on full display.
He walks in and closes the door behind him. Dropping his keys on the entryway table, he picks up the mail on the table and takes a casual look. After he is done there, he glances at me on the floor waiting for him. He slowly walks over, taps my chin, and says "Piss".
I unbuckle his belt, leaving it in the loops. Unbutton his trousers and pull down the zip. He is soft when I reach in and pull him out. I pull out his dick and put the head in my mouth and suckle lightly until the warm flow of his piss fills my mouth. He regulates his flow so I am not overwhelmed but I take it all. All the while, he strokes my jaw softly.
"Such a good dumpster whore you are my love."
When I've finished, I clean him up, taking his full length in my mouth and licking away any leftovers. I tuck his semi-hard dick back in his pants, zip him up, button his button and buckle his trousers. It's obscene really, how hard he is in his trousers. I wonder if he likes being confined again; restrained. He slowly looks around and apparently not seeing what he is looking for he asks
"Maria? Is she ready for us?"
Keeping my eyes on the floor I reply, "Yes, Sir. She is in the kitchen." It is my job to answer his questions with exactly the amount of information he has asked for - nothing more and nothing less. There is a freedom in that I think. I do not have to entertain or fill loud silences with incessant chatter. I am brought back to the bare bones of myself as a person and it is peaceful here in my mind. I am content.
He walks off and swings his head around the open doorway to the kitchen,
"Maria, we are ready. Please bring an empty side plate as well."
"Yes Sir" I hear in reply from the kitchen. Maria is the chef, housekeeper and general go to woman for all things domestic in our home. She occasionally plays with us as well which is fortunate as she is stunning.
He turns towards me again. "Crawl. Assume your position."
I know what this means as it happens most evenings. I turn around and crawl from my position in the foyer, bejeweled tits swaying, hips swaying, plug sparkling. He walks behind me as he always does; I know to watch the show. He never seems to get tired of it. I crawl through the large entryway down the hall to the large dining room. I crawl over to his chair at the head of the table and put my cheek on the floor facing his chair, near where his brogues will be, ass in the air within hands-reach and knees under my hips for support. He sits down in his chair, spreads his napkin across his lap, then slowly caresses my ass and fiddles with my jeweled plug. My pussy is already sopping wet; it was from the moment I took his piss like a whore. I am his dumpster, his cumdump, pissdump, fuck doll, cocksleave for him to use however he wants. He fills me as he wants, he lets others fill me as he wants, he degrades me, humiliates me, uses me. And I love and need every second of it.
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Maria brings in his dinner, a glass of wine, and a spare plate on a little trolley she pushes into the room. She is dressed in her usual uniform, a short grey dress - so short her ass hangs out, no underwear, no bra just her breasts pushed up due to the tightness of the dress. Buttons undone down past her breasts so that she is visible to him should he want her. The white collar on her outfit is pristine and her long, black hair in a ponytail so that he can move and adjust her as he wishes. On her feet are sky-high black heels that show off her olive skin. She slowly places the plate, wine, spare plate and two napkins in front of him on the table:
"Steak, green beans and mashed potatoes, Sir. Your usual red and the side plate. Anything else I can get for you, Sir?" she asks.
He eyes her for a moment, turning the wine glass in his fingertips.
"Not at the moment Maria, but perhaps for dessert."
"As you wish, Sir". And she twirls away back to the kitchen.
He turns to me, "Whore. Suck."
Slowly, I raise my head and crawl under the table on hands and knees. I lift the napkin, undo his belt, his trouser button and zip and pull out his fully hard dick. Slowly I lick him from root to tip on every side of his dick. I suck on his tip, run my tongue under his head just where he likes it.