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I went from feeling uncomfortable being naked all day to feeling uncomfortable on my very infrequent clothed outings.

I pause in my housework to think about my last outing with master.

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He had wrapped me in a trenchcoat and driven me to a biker bar in the next county, where he'd led me into the bathroom. There were three stalls, two regular and a handicapped. He pushed me into the handicapped stall and closed the door behind us. Ripping off the trenchcoat, he removed my chastity belt and began rubbing my clit gently.

"Do you want to please your master?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I whimpered, reveling in the warmth spreading from my pussy.

"Then you will service every man I send in here, but you will not cum. For every orgasm you have without my permission, you will spend two days in your cage."

"Yes sir."

Master sat me on the toilet lid, facing the wall and tied my hands to the safety bars on either side. He put a blindfold over my eyes and gave me a long, impassioned kiss before leaving me there.

I must have sat there for ten minutes before anyone came in. I heard a zipper go down and I felt some rough hands on my breasts. I gasped a little bit, unused to anyone but master touching me. The strange man turned my head so it could reach his cock, which was already stiff. I sucked earnestly, easy to please master and this man master had sent to me. Before long, the man withdrew from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. I was bent over, hands still tied to the rails, exposing my bare, glossy-wet pussy and my little puckered asshole. The stranger pushed his cock into my pussy and began to hump me. After about five minutes, he shot his load inside me. Pulling out with a wet sound, he slapped my ass and left.

There had been about ten other men to use me that night, and it was heaven, all for master's pleasure. I had even resisted orgasm through all of those men fucking me, difficult as it was.

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I jerk out of my reverie. It is almost five. Master will be home soon, and I haven't even started his dinner. I will be in trouble if it's late. I look on the notepad to see what master wants to eat, and begin chopping vegetables. I'm just throwing everything into a pan to stir-fry it when master walks in the door. I am, indeed, in trouble.

"Why are you late, slut?" he asks me, laying his briefcase on the table by the door.

Still cooking, I answer meekly, "I lost track of time, sir." He crosses to me and snakes his hands around to the front of my body, groping my bare breasts as I stir the vegetables in the pan.

"You know you'll face a punishment for this."

"Yes, sir," I answer, fighting back tears of anger at myself for letting this happen.

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During dinner master feeds me nothing; instead he waits until he's done and makes me eat what's left of his plate on the floor like a dog. He attaches a leash to my collar and practically drags me to the living room, where he reclines on the sofa, using me as a footstool while he watches the news.

When the news is over, master has me follow him on all fours to the basement, where he keeps our larger pieces of equipment. He grabs a length of rope and uses it to harness my breasts so they stick out from my body. He attaches the leash to a ring on the wall and removes my chastity belt and the butt plug he put in this morning. He ties my arms behind my back, hand to elbow, and puts a spreader bar between my ankles.

"Do you know why you are to be punished, slut?"

"Yes, sir. I was late with your dinner."

"What do you think is reasonable punishment for this?"

I think carefully. If I suggest too harsh a punishment, he will deliver it anyway. If I suggest too light a punishment, he will punish me doubly.

"Perhaps...fifteen lashes with the flogger, sir?" I try. Master smiles devilishly.

"Now, slut, you know that won't be good enough.

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