Good Dumpster Whore Ch 01

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.

"I said suck, not play. Now." he says shortly.

He grabs the hair on the back of my head and slams my head onto his dick until I'm touching his balls and stomach with my face and his dick is fully down my throat. He holds me there while I choke on his dick, knowing my breath is gone but also knowing it won't be forever. He slowly takes the pressure off and resumes eating whilst I throat his dick. I can feel him getting closer and closer to release and he says

"Stop. Resume your original position."

I crawl back out from under the table and assume my original position on the floor next to his chair: ass in the air, cheek on the ground facing his chair by his brogues. I can hear a clanking above of cutlery, clicking of cutlery on a plate. Then he stands, fisting his cock and comes over the table. I cannot see what he has done but I am sure I will soon. He turns to me, gestures to his dick and says,

"Clean."

And I do, I rise up on my knees, suck his softening dick into my mouth and clean him thoroughly from the base to the head.

"Good fucking whore. Now sit back on all fours." he says.

I pull back to all fours by his chair, head looking at the ground. All of a sudden, on the floor beneath my face, is the side plate with a couple pieces of steak and a couple green beans covered in a cream sauce; his cum.

"Eat. No hands per usual like the filthy slut you are. I expect you to clean it."

He repositions his chair sideways, sits down and crosses one ankle of his knee and watches me whilst drinking the rest of his wine. As suspected, I make a fucking mess. Cum mixed with steak juice all over my face but I have managed to lick the plate clean.

"Good girl. Come here and let me finish cleaning you up because you have made a mess." With that, he gently wipes my face with his napkin.

"Sit back on your heels, hands behind your back." he says. "Maria! I'm ready for dessert!" He slightly raises his voice. Maria saunters in swaying her hips and tits.

"Yes, Sir. Where would you like me?" she says.

"Move these dishes. Ass on the edge of the table, shoes on my shoulder and lay on your back."

While she tidies the dishes further down the table, he repositions his chair back to its original position in front of the head of the table. Maria assumes the required position. Her pussy is glistening with her arousal already. Sir leans over and flicks the front of her dress up for even better access and then he feasts. All I can hear are wet sucking noises, as he devours her. He isnt gentle; he is matter of fact and gets straight to it. Eating her pussy with nips and licks and sucks until she is screaming out. She comes so hard, so creamy it's made a mess down her thighs and Sir's face. He leans back staring at her pussy for a while then picks up the spare napkin and wipes his face clean.

"That was a delicious dinner as usual my dear. And dessert was even better." he winks at her as she raises herself onto her forearms to look at him, eyes glazed from her orgasm.

He looks to me:

"Whore, clean her up with your tongue."

"Yes, Sir." I say.

Once he has pushed back from the table and left the room, I stiffly stand and lean over the table where Maria is still laid out. Bending in half, I hover over her pussy appreciating the smell and sight before diving in. Starting with her thighs, I use the flat of my tongue to lap up all of the drying cum on her inner thighs. Slowly, I move up to her puffy lips, licking a caressing as I go with my tongue. Because I can't use my hands, I use my nose first to slide into her slit opening her up before devouring every bit of cum I can from inside her lips and her pussy hole. She moans and writhes on the table but doesn't touch me. Once I am done, I return to my position on my heels, hands tucked behind my back, tits out on display with all my jewels on view.

"Good dumpster whore" she taps my head like a dog, picks up the plates, wine glass, extra plate from the floor and the two napkins and heads back to the kitchen, hips swaying.

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