Chapter 12: Good Dumpster Whore (1)
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I wait, as I usually do at this time of day, in the foyer in front of the front door. Naked, sitting in my submissive posture - heels under my ass, knees spread wide to show him what is his, hands clasped behind my back. I've put on my nipple clamps and pussy clamps so I am wide open and bejeweled for him when he walks in the door. The nipple clamps have red jewels hanging down that sway when I crawl, the chain from them leading to my pussy clamps that keep me open for his perusal and pleasure. I've put in a lubed red-jeweled anal plug for later. I am lotioned and cleaned out and ready for him as expected.
When I hear the beep of the door opening, I thrust my tits out and push my hands further towards the floor so that I am on full display.
He walks in and closes the door behind him. Dropping his keys on the entryway table, he picks up the mail on the table and takes a casual look. After he is done there, he glances at me on the floor waiting for him. He slowly walks over, taps my chin, and says "Piss".
I unbuckle his belt, leaving it in the loops. Unbutton his trousers and pull down the zip. He is soft when I reach in and pull him out. I pull out his dick and put the head in my mouth and suckle lightly until the warm flow of his piss fills my mouth. He regulates his flow so I am not overwhelmed but I take it all. All the while, he strokes my jaw softly.
"Such a good dumpster whore you are my love."
When I've finished, I clean him up, taking his full length in my mouth and licking away any leftovers. I tuck his semi-hard dick back in his pants, zip him up, button his button and buckle his trousers. It's obscene really, how hard he is in his trousers. I wonder if he likes being confined again; restrained. He slowly looks around and apparently not seeing what he is looking for he asks
"Maria? Is she ready for us?"
Keeping my eyes on the floor I reply, "Yes, Sir. She is in the kitchen." It is my job to answer his questions with exactly the amount of information he has asked for - nothing more and nothing less. There is a freedom in that I think. I do not have to entertain or fill loud silences with incessant chatter. I am brought back to the bare bones of myself as a person and it is peaceful here in my mind. I am content.