A deeper descent into madness

Over the course of the week your descent into madness due to depravation from that which you crave most only worsens. It's like you're experiencing withdrawal symptoms, except it's from BBC rather than a drug.

On the third day your desperation reaches a new high and you resort to trying to seduce the King the moment he walks through the door. As you hear the footsteps approaching, you assume the sexiest poses you can manage, shaking your ass enticingly to try and lure him into fucking you.

When this doesn't work and he simply opens the door and continues with the feeding process, you resort to bargaining with him the moment your ball gag is removed.

"Please sir. Just fuck me. Darius doesn't have to know. It'll be our dirty little secret." You whisper.

Deep in your mind you know the risk you're taking here, yet your desperation gets the better of you and you try nonetheless.

This affords you a hard slap across the face before being regagged and left without breakfast for the day.

After this you learn your lesson and don't make another attempt like this for the rest of the week, not wanting to go without food any longer. The rest of the week involves many more fruitless attempts to pleasure yourself and many more restless nights thinking of black cock. With your sight taken away from you, all that you see is the images in your mind of gargantuan black cocks sliding in and out of your holes.