You life continues

“So, you are sorry?” Master asks, the crop hitting your bare ass in periodic intervals.

“Yes, I’m sorry!” you say aloud. “I’m sorry, Master!” you correct yourself, but it is too late, and you receive a strong hit on your butt.

Funny thing how you rationalized that your life was over the day you were purchased. After all, you are still in the realm of existing... So why wouldn’t it continue? In fact, in many ways, your life has just began.

“Yes, you are sorry?” Master asks, and another strong hit lands on your butt.

“Yes, I’m sorry, Master!” you say aloud.

“Alright, pet. This will suffice for the time being,” he says with a smile. He puts down the crop on the table, then he unzips his pants, and you proceed to bob your head up and down his cock.

You remember your first caged orgasm, two years ago, your front facing the edge of a metal table, your ass fucked by a machine for six continuous hours. Since then, a lot has changed. Your cock shrunk quite spectacularly, and now it is locked in a micro cage. You became very obedient, so much so that Master let you out of the straitjacket, and now you are equipped with a brown body harness, running through your body from neck to ankle, locking your legs, upper arms, and wrists with short chains, but keeping your wrists in front of you so you could do the house chores. It also covers the tip of your pierced breasts, alongside with your pierced balls and micro cage, so everyone would think that you are a woman, right until they face a crude awakening. Of course, you still have your ballgag, now dangling on your neck. Plus you have the blindfold, mainly used when you are locked inside your cage for the night, a buttplug larger than your fist, and of course the seven inch ballet boots, but by now you are so used to them that they feel like a natural extension of you.

What also changed is that when you first ejaculated in the cage, you started to find true happiness in servitude. As now you are capable of cumming by fifty to seventy strokes in your asshole or by spending a few minutes with a vibrator to your balls.

As for your punishment: You started off the morning by breaking a vase… Deliberately. After being treated with weights, crops, whips, getting choked, spat on, electrocuted - you name it! -, you simply fallen in love with this sort of thing.

“Alright,” Master says as he comes in your mouth, you gulping up every bit of semen. “You good for the day?” he frowns.

“Yes, Master!” you say with a smile.

You open your mouth, and he locks back the ballgag. Then he picks up his things, and goes off to work. “I will be back in the evening,” you hear, and you already know what to do.

You have exactly nine hours to clean the house, wash, cook, and order everything in the holo-net that is needed in the immediate future. Luckily, your giant buttplug buzzes once after every half hour, so you can keep track on things without constantly looking at the clock.

First, you start by picking up the remainders of the vase, and putting them in the trashcan. After that, you grab an apron, and start tiptoeing around the house. You can make full rounds rather quickly, and you are just as fast washing up and cleaning the kitchen. The problem is the sheer - and outright ridiculous! - margin of error. Every evening as Master arrives, he evaluates your work. If you did a good job, you are rewarded with an orgasm point, with five total needed. But if he finds anything - anything! -, let it be a spot on the kitchen table or a random sock, you are not getting any points. And now you are currently at four!

All buzzed up, you go room to room, carefully cleaning everything, cooking meat and vegetables for dinner, ordering wine and more cooking materials, carefully counting the buzzes from your buttplug. As the number reaches eighteen, you are ready, with everything placed back to its original place, you kneeling in front of the door, your glance descended on the floor.

Minutes later, the door opens, and Master enters. You keep your glance at the floor, as instructed, and wait as he checks everything.

“The vase I’m not holding against you, you already got your due. But there was a spot in the kitchen sink. So you remain at four,” Master says. And you feel part of you dying.

He unlocks you ballgag, and looks down at you.

“I’m sorry, Master!” you say aloud.

“Sorry for what?” he asks.

“I’m sorry, Master, for disappointing you!” you answer.

“I accept,” he says, and starts unzipping his pants.

You take his cock in your mouth eagerly, and you suck him off like the expert you’ve become. Once he finishes, he shoots his load in your mouth, and your ballgag is quickly locked back into place.

As for dinner, you serve him on a tray everything he needs, then you spend the entire time kneeling under him, either sucking his cock or working on it being erect, with tasty bits landed to you as a reward for your actions.

After dinner you go to the bedroom. Master watches the holo-tv, and you kneel beside his bed, your leash attached to one of the pillars. You patiently wait until the show finishes, then he gets you up on the bed, and fucks you. To your greatest frustration, he comes after thirty strokes, and you are unable cum.

After sex, he escorts you to your place at the side of the bedroom. You eat your dinner from the bowl, and get locked inside the cage, then Master kisses your forehead, and leaves you alone for the night.

Maybe tomorrow. You think to yourself, as you lie on the padded floor, and you slowly drift into sleep.