Step into the box

Stepping into this box was the last decision you made.

Ron closed the box and brought it to the security room, that became your new home. A pretty cramped one: there are several lockers for guard’s uniform, a stool and a table with several security monitors on it.

And your place is under this table.

When it’s Ron’s work shifts, you spend your days at his feet, sucking his always-dirty penis or just waiting for Ron’s orders.

He has a favourite game. Sometimes he sees a beautiful woman - a real woman, not a dirty slut like you - on his security monitors. Then he drags you by the hair from under the table and rapes you, still enjoying the view of that woman from CCTV cams. He whispers, how he would treat this beauty, while fucking you. And you feel like just a cap for his cock, a living masturbator that is used by its owner just to get his rocks off.

Yes, you finally learned your place.

You are his fuckhole. His cumhole. His spithole. And even his pisshole.

No, he isn’t a watersports fetishist. But sometimes Ron is too lazy to go to WC. So he orders you to kneel, open your mouth and take his warm urina. And if you miss a single drop and it falls on the floor, you lick the dirty laminate - and Ron even doesn’t force you to do it. You do it willingly, cause that’s what good bad sluts do.

But when Ron isn’t fucking you, this room becomes the dullest place in the world. There’s nothing to do here. No books, no music, no good talk. Just sitting under the table, getting fucked or watching customers on security screens. All this, you feel, makes you dumber everyday. You don’t even ponder or dream anymore. Your mind slowly becomes clearer, with just two thoughts: “fuck” or “wait for fucking”.

And when it’s not Ron’s work shift, only one of these thoughts remains.

These days he keeps you in his locker. It is spacious enough for you to stand at attention and totally bound. Ron knows you won’t try to escape. You know it too - you are a broken sextoy and have nowhere to go. But he thinks that a slut should be bound while her master is away. And you agree with him.

So he leaves you bound in this locker with bottles of water and nutritious cocktails, connected with your mouth with tubes, and one more bottle and a tube for your piss.

If Ron is in good mood, he adds his cum to your nutritious cocktail, so you can enjoy your favorite taste all day long. And you really feel grateful for this little present.

And when Ron is in bad mood, he switches tubes, so instead of water you drink your own piss. And you? You feel grateful for this too. In fact, you feel grateful for everything your owner does for you, cause that’s how he cares.

How did you get into this state of mind? You can’t tell, cause now it seems your head always was clear of thoughts. But if you could search your memory, you would remember how Ron bound you in his locker for a first time.

He put an mp3 player into your panties and some headphones on your ears, then locked the door, leaving you in darkness, with just his voice coming from headphones. He keeped doing it every time he locks you, and the words you heard slowly transformed you.

-Stand still, you stupid whore, - tells Ron’s voice in your head, - Stand still and listen to what I recorded for you. You should appreciate that I did it for such a whore. Because you are not worth it. You are nothing for me. A dirt under my feet. A filthy slut. A bed faggot. Now repeat it.

Your mouth is stuffed with tubes and wrapped with a cloth strip, so you can only moan, but in your mind you repeat his every word:

“I’m a bed faggot. A frat mat. My place is at Ron’s feet. Or on his cock, if he wants”

But that’s YOU who wants it. Desperately. You moan, and cry, and try to rub your crotch against the walls of locker, but it doesn’t help. So you just stand still and listen to Ron’s words for hours.

But you hope to hear something else. You hope to hear the room’s door opening, and Ron’s voice greeting his rotational partner. To hear Ron locking the room’s door from inside, and then taking off his coat and jeans. And then he’ll finally open the locker and release you from the gag. “Here you are, slut. Missed me?” - he’ll ask you, and you’ll reply immediately: “Yes, sir. Your dirty frat mat missed you very much”.

Then he’ll undress and take a hypermarket’s uniform from the locker.

But before he closes the locker again to tease you before fucking, he will - oh, that’s what you look forward the most - he will took off the dirty underpants he was wearing all his day-off long and put them on your face. And you’ll drown in the scents of sweat, piss, cum… and that will finally make you calm. Everything’s fine. Your Owner is here. For the next twenty-four hours your life has a meaning again.

THE END

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