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The Rules

The next morning, I came to get you and took you to shower. I helped wash you, cooing that you were unable too yourself. The belittlement made you wet from more than just shower water. You pulled your plug out and washed it, before sliding it back in and moaning softly. Once you finished and dried off, you found your outfit was laid out for you, a soft white patterned skirt and a skin tight tank top in a shade of black that made your olive skin stand out. You noticed there were no panties or bras laid out, something that the simple thought of made you wet. You put on the outfit and admired yourself: you were really one hell of a smoke show. You quickly did your hair and makeup, then went downstairs as instructed. You found me laying on the couch, head in A’s lap as she absentmindedly played with my hair. She was fully dressed, but I lay there with only sweatpants on, and you noticed a twitch beneath them as you appeared. That’s alone sent a shudder through you; you wanted more of my cock. “Go get our coffee from the kitchen, please” my wife asked you. You obediently went and fetched it, returning quickly. “May I suck on your cock while you drink your coffee daddy?” You asked hopefully. “Of course pet, get on your hands and knees and have at it” I replied. Eagerly, you jumped onto the couch and pulled my dick out, already semi hard. Your ass naturally lifted higher as you took your position, an indication of the slut you were before I took ownership, causing the already short skirt to fall forward, revealing your ass. You felt the chilly air, but ignored it and began to work my dick, kissing it and licking it until it was standing fully up, veiny and throbbing. Then, pausing only to admire it, you sstarted to bob your head up and down on it. A little at first, but soon gulping you pushed it all the way into your throat. I enjoyed this immensely, but cumming now would violate my plans. Nonetheless I couldn’t say no as I felt myself nearing the limit and you showed no signs of stopping. “Yes bitch, **** on my cock” I grunted as I **** your head down all the way. Seconds later I exploded into your throat, shooting a thick warm load of cum inside you. You slurped it all in, then swallowed and thanked me. As my freshly sucked member began to settle back, I order you to stand in front of me for a wetness check. You looked away sheepishly, knowing the results I’d find. I slipped my hand under the skirt and felt your soaked pussy. “Good” I smiled, holding my hand up to your mouth to lick clean. “You should always be this wet. Now come sit on my dick and keep it warm while we lay out some things” you hurriedly straddled me, and slipped my cock into your pussy, thrilled at the chance to be fucked. But this wasn’t about fucking, you soon learned. You began to rock, hands on my chest, but we’re greeted with me squeezing your neck, hard. “Stop. You are merely my cockwarming device right now. Do not try to fuck me or I’ll slap you” Your heart sunk, but you stopped your hips and sat back up and obeyed the cruel order. You were a pretty sight, straddling me, my cock loitering in your pussy but hidden by the skirt, and your tits pushed out towards me. “You May have coffee if you’d like it now,” I said taking a sip of mine. You shifted to keep my dick buried in you but reach the table, and picked up your cup, shifting back to squarely on me. All the moment cause my cock to spasm a bit, and get a little girth back to it. You stifled a moan as we both felt your pussy drip on my soft dick. I began

“Here are the rules of this arrangement.

You will never disobey. If you do, I will post all the humiliating pictures I have of you online, and send to them your friends and family. You will be disowned by everyone and have **** but to crawl back to me... however not in the same role you are now.
You will always have your ass plugged, unless it is in use.
Your schedule is determined by me, unless delegated. This includes everything from your social activities, if you’re lucky, to when you go piss. The only place you can make those decisions on your own is in your cage, so that I can sleep. Otherwise, ask permission.
No women are allowed to cum in this house. Good girls don’t cum. If I let you it’s because you did something extraordinary.
You will train to be a better fuckslave everyday. You will also edge everyday, to ensure you’re ready when I need you.
You are a free use policy; anyone can fuck you anytime inside this house. This includes guests.
If someone rapes you while you’re out, you must recount the event in great detail while I use you to get off as well.
You will recruit your friends to come serve me at different intervals. If they don’t listen then they are no longer your friends.
These rules can change at my discretion, and can be added too or taken away from. I will tell you when this happens, but only once and then your pet brain will be responsible for remembering”

We both looked at you to gauge your reaction. I had a good idea of what it was, as I felt you get hotter as I spoke. You thought for a minute, and then decided you wanted this. You were clearly thinking with your cunt, but you didn’t care. That’s what got you here in the first place. “I agree Daddy!” You exclaimed. I smiled, sat up so my face was in your tits, and then stood up and carried you into the next room. There was a contract with the rules and everything else written out. You glanced at, noting there was a phrase that read “I do not hold anyone but myself legally liable for anything that happens in this service.” You realized you were signing your life away.... and then you picked up the pen and committed.