Warning: This story contains intense degradation activities, events and plots, that are capable of offending your sensibilities, if you are not into humiliation and degradation of male submissives.
Read, only if you are comfortable with this theme. Thanks.
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I was so excited having Amy back after such a long time. We are best friends and do not like spending so much time apart, but then, it's normal for life to bring up tasks and events that stress us a bit. I didn't realise how so much I had missed her until we got home, jumped out of the car and made our way into my apartment already before we remembered we left my slave in the car. In just that short time he was out of sight, we got lost in our chatter so much that we totally forgot about him. It was when Amy wanted to fart that we remembered we have a slave that should either eat that or sniff that into his lungs.
I rushed back out and Amy did the same after me. The poor boy knew we had gotten home but thought we intended to leave him there. He had accepted his faith and wasn't struggling at all or trying to call for help. When I opened the trunk, he was coiled up in the fetal position and was very peaceful. It didn't look like he was looking to escape.
He raised his head and looked at us, but didn't make any attempt to get up. He was waiting for my instruction.
That was so cute. That was very cute. My pussy throbbed. I felt my juice flowing. Even Amy got wet just looking at him in that position, conquered, defeated, obedient.
"Stand up, come out," I said to him as sweet as I could. I was so proud of him at that moment. I mean, how else can a slave show loyalty and obedience? He demonstrated that he has no choice than to accept however I treat him.
He didn't rush out of the trunk. He carefully uncoiled, stepped out, went on his knees, bowed his head and said: "Thank you, Mistress!"
My pussy more oozed more juice. Amy clinched to me, rested her chin on my shoulder and had her other hand on her pussy. We were both wet as we stared at him on his knees.
"Go on, crawl in, sweetie," I said to him.