I've been owned by my Army Biker guy for about two weeks now. We've been playing for a little longer than that, you can go see our other encounters if you want to.
Anyway, it's been the best two weeks of my existence. I no longer have to worry about getting to cum, I no longer have to think about anything but his needs.
During the work day, I wear a chain and a lock that's hidden under my shirt, and a silver chastity cage under my pants. Every time I go to piss, I have to sit down, but no one really questions anything.
The rules he has are simple. He will send a text if he wants me to go straight to his house after work, but if he doesn't, I'm to go home and wait for him to come to my house or to text me over.
Today, he sent a text, so I'm driving over to his house after work. When I arrive, I park my car next to the garage, walk through the side door, strip from my work clothes and into my leather shorts.
I know where the key is to the door and I'm to let myself in, tidy up if he isn't home yet, and wait for him by the front door.
I walk into the kitchen and clean up the few things in the sink. After I put them away, I walk right into the living room, and I hear his bike coming down the driveway, so I kneel down by the door. I place my wrists behind my back, sit back on my heels and lower my head.
He swings open the door, walks right past me, and straight into the bedroom.
"Those fucking idiots! Can't follow fucking directions for shit! Get the fuck in here bitch!" He shouts from down the hall.
I quickly get up, rush into his bedroom where he's stripped from his clothes and put on his leather gloves. He's standing by the bed.
"Get the fuck over here. I have had the worst fucking day and I need something to calm down."
I crawl over to him, he grabs my head and shoves his hard cock right into my mouth. He does it with such force that I choke on it. I gag, heave, and he pulls back. I put my hands up on his thighs, bracing myself so I don't fall.
He wraps both hands around my head, pumping his cock deep into my mouth, pushing down as far as he can go, he starts to moan, his breath slowing down, and the redness in his face starting to fade.
"Yeah, take my fucking cock. You're such a good little slut boy. Yeah, fucking take all of it, all the way down, that's right fucker. Take it, you can take it. Yeah, fuck, I love having a bitch at home when I get here."
I'm almost certain he's going to cum soon, but he doesn't. He pulls his cock from my mouth, picks me and leads me by the back of my neck to the living room.
He pushes me on the couch, facing the back. With the open floor plan he has, I can see the kitchen. He positions me so that my knees are on the edge of the couch, my chin is resting on the back of the couch, my back is arched, and he's pulled my wrists behind my back, and I hold them there.
"Don't fucking move. Stay right the fuck here." He says as he smacks my ass and walks away.
He walks back down the hallway, "fucking idiots, can't follow directions, well, at least I got someone who does."
