I had fully accepted my place as my clone's personal slutty sex slave and did anything he asked. I became his cum bucket and fleshlight and secretly became addicted to being his. I was still attracted to girls more than guys, but I hadn't seen a girl in months, in fact I hadn't seen anyone in person for months, except for my master.
I had no choice but to crave him and his attention, especially considering how slutty my submissive side is. Unfortunately, my master started paying less attention to me, he fucked me much less often and less intensely and didn't talk nearly as much.
At least I was still free to go on the internet and was allowed to chat anonymously with strangers, but I wanted more than that. I wanted love and affection and I wanted my ass to be pumped or my face to be humiliated. I still gave him blowjobs often, but he'd just cum in my mouth, I'd swallow like a good boy, and it would be over, it didn't satisfy me. Of course, as a slave, I shouldn't worry about my own needs and focus on my master's needs, but I was still human
Later I found out that my master was in love with a girl and she became his girlfriend. I don't know why he didn't tell me about these things, perhaps because it made him feel vulnerable or maybe another reason. Whenever my clone had a girl over he locked me up, so I was sure she had been over before, but he wouldn't tell me or show me her. However, he finally told me about her.
"I'm sure you remember her, we had a massive crush on her a few years ago." He said.
I've had many crushes and wondered who it was, there were simply too many to even guess. I guessed anyway to prolong the conversation; "Is it Alicia? Maybe Danielle?" With these girls, I really thought I had a good chance but I never made a move back then.
"Nope, it's Valerie, yes,
that
Valerie." He said.
I felt almost shocked and my mouth opened and stayed like an O for over a minute. Valerie was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met, I always assumed she was far out of my league. I remembered her eyes, they were captivating and whenever I stared in them I felt something special. I had always assumed that it wasn't mutual. I talked to her back then but she was so intimidatingly attractive that I made a fool out of myself.
"I'm sure you feel jealous, maybe I'll let you suck her pussy juices from my cock soon." He said teasingly.
"Yes master, please do, I'm really impressed and proud at this achievement," I said excitedly.
"The thing is, I want her to move in with me, and I'm not sure what to do with you." He said as he switched to a more serious tone.
"No, please, don't lock me up more!" I pleaded.
He suddenly slapped me hard. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." I started crying, it didn't hurt much, but I was terrified that I'd be locked up all day every day. I'd get even less attention than lately and I would be limited to just my locked room. I couldn't let that happen.
"No, you can't, please, I beg of you, I need your attention." I blurted out.
My master suddenly grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the floor. "How dare you speak to me like that, you pathetic whore? One more word and I'll never let your out of this room again!" He responded furiously. He started kicking me hard. I just kept crying. He pulled my hair upwards so that I'd stand up and then pushed me hard, I landed on my bed. He undid his belt and used it to spank me as hard as he could. He rarely used his belt to spank me, and when he did he never did it that hard.