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| I am born as submissiv. Never could change it. In my Ideal world I am owned as a real slave. NO sex for me.
A story from my past:
It's 5:30 a.m. still a bit sleepy, so I struggle to my feet. My bed for the night, the sleeping pad next to my mistress's bed, is not really comfortable. But the luck to be in the same room as my goddess makes up for everything. Except for the cage, the symbol of my chastity, I am naked. I stow away my sleeping pad as quietly as possible and sneak into the bathroom. After I've showered, I make sure the bathroom is in pristine condition. I lay out your fresh laundry, of course not without secretly kissing your bra. I don't want to arouse the wrath of my mistress early in the morning. Everything sparkling clean. No water surfaces, fresh towels are hanging. Since the mistress's daughter is coming to visit today, I will run the household clothed today. But before I dress I shall gently wake my love, my wife, my mistress, my goddess, my mistress, my everything. I kneel in front of the bed, carefully lifting the blanket with my feet. My tongue gently strokes the feet of my beloved. I slowly venture further up my legs. She stretches, seems to be alert, but doesn't say a word. My kisses have reached the paradise of all male dreams. My tongue penetrates deeply. I feel her hand pressing my head tightly against her love grotto. Her soft moans motivate me in my efforts to serve her. My chastity, subordinating my lust completely to her, is the biggest drive to make her happy. I feel her excitement, her irrepressible lust explodes. I keep licking until she pushes my head away and rolls onto her stomach. My kisses cover her bottom. The tongue guided between the beautiful round cheeks. It's exciting, beautiful and yet it takes effort every time to use my tongue fully. But I don't want to do without it either and thank you for the grace to be able to do so.
I kneel before her. Her dominantly mockingly strict gaze, her head tilted back, she looks down at me: "Where's your collar?" "I thought because your daughter is coming today, I shouldn't put it on." Smack, smack, I get one on the left and one on the right knocked down "Who told you to think?" I stammer a frantic, "Sorry Mistress."
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