At seven every morning, I put the coffee tray down as quietly as possible so as not to awake Master. He wants only to awaken and feel my mouth on his dick, sucking slowly as he opens his eyes to each new day. I crawl under the covers and take it all into my mouth and suck until it starts to harden and then I know my Master is awake and I can suck harder and moan so he knows how much I want his dick in my mouth. Master grabs my hair, pushing me down into his groin and starts fucking up into my mouth. I moan as I bob up and down on his hard dick and prepare to receive his cum when I hear him groan and move more erratically, and then he's there and hot cum is pouring down my throat and I swallow every drop and then lick him clean.
After that I serve Master his coffee and wait for his next command while sitting on the floor by his bed, eyes downcast, just waiting to do as he wishes. Master drinks a cup of coffee and tells me that he needs to piss. I quickly crawl into the bathroom ahead of him so that I'm waiting for him as he approaches the toilet, then stands there until I hold his dick and aim and then he pisses. When he's done, I again lick him clean and make sure he is dry. I missed a spot once and do not wish to experience the punishment of having my face pushed and held in a toilet full of piss. I deserved it though.
I have laid out everything Master needs to get ready and I kneel on the floor until he is done. His clothes are ready too and I crawl quickly to the walk-in closet and wait for him to get dressed. When he's done, Master snaps his fingers and points to his shoes and I quickly get the brush and shine them up. He just looks at me after and tells me not to let it happen again, not unless I want to get kicked down the stairs again, and with that he gives me just a little kick in the stomach.
Before he leaves to do whatever he does all day, he tells me there will be a small dinner party at home tonight and that I should be ready to entertain prior to and throughout the evening. He tells me I should clean myself well, and make sure to wear the butt plug all day so to be ready. Master gives me a little smile and also tells me that I am to service anyone in the house who wants me but to remember to clean up before reinserting the butt plug. He knows I can sometimes be forgetful and I vow to not forget because I don't want to experience the punishment, and I especially don't want to disappoint Master. Wearing a dildo pounded deep into your ass for a week is not what I want for myself, nor is the scorn which dissipates slowly. Master rightly expects perfection from a fuck slave like me.
I have lived with my Master for three years, I think, well, as far as I can tell from the calendars I sneak peeks at when I can. I think I am about 20 years old, and I think my name is Jonathan but I'm not sure really because Master doesn't think slaves should have names and he and everyone else call me the slut. Sluts are for service anyway and I am lucky my Master purchased me and takes care of me. I am good for nothing else, have no talent at all except to suck dick and swallow cum, and to take it in my ass for however long and whenever my Master wants me to.
Once my Master leaves for the day, it's time to start my chores, first of which is cleaning the bathroom, including the toilet. I have a toothbrush for cleaning the toilet, another for the floor and another for the shower and sinks. The walls may be wiped down but must sparkle too or I will be punished. After the bath, I clean my Master's bedroom and closet. The bed is made with freshly ironed sheets every day. Clothes for the cleaners are set aside for Joseph the Butler to take in for cleaning and every inch must be vacuumed and dusted until it glows. Master's bed must always be turned down but not until the evening and it's another one of those things that can be difficult to remember especially if I am the entertainment.
My chores are done quickly and I must now go to George, the Butler, and get more to do. Master doesn't think slaves should ever lack for things to do. I crawl around looking for George, and before I find him, Henry, the pastry chef takes me aside for a blow job. I, of course, accommodate him because Master said I should always service the household staff. Henry's always pretty rough and today's no different but it's just another dick really so I suck him off as fast as I can and swallow his cum.
I finally find George, and he wants me to polish silverware for tonight's dinner and tells me I should lean over the table while I'm doing it, and spread my legs of course. He sees the butt plug and pulls it out while he and a couple of others fuck me. I polish the silver while their dicks pump into me, three of them, one after the other, all coming deep inside while they groan. When they're done, George picks up the butt plug and jams in back in my ass so that only a tiny bit of cum escapes to drip onto the floor. He tells me to lick it up and I quickly do.
When the silver is done, it's time for lunch and I go to the slaves table where we get the household's breakfast leftovers. Master doesn't believe in wasting food. I don't mind though and I don't hear anyone else complaining. We've all heard the stories about some houses where slaves only get one meal a day. Master is good to us so we eat gratefully our first of two meals for the day. We are allowed fifteen minutes to eat and clean up, no excuses, and anyone not obeying that command is severely punished and not fed for several days, and only then after they beg for any scrap the master might be willing to give to a non-entity like a slave.
My next assignment is to go the gardening shed to help with the flowers for tonight's party. I like the garden but it can sometimes be a problem for me because there are ten gardeners, including a paid, non-slave, manager and nine slaves who do the work. Master has told me to obey all managers in his employ and do anything they ask, and the head gardener always wants to watch the slaves fuck me one after another while he jacks off and then cums in my mouth.
When I get to the garden shed, the manager, Mike, is waiting for me and tells me to bend over. He sees the butt plug and pulls it out and cum starts dripping out. This makes Mike laugh a little and he says something about me being busy today. He then calls the slaves in and tells them to fuck me, and he goes and sits down to watch. They are all labor slaves but will do whatever they're told and the first up lines up his dick and shoves it all the way into my ass. He pulls all the way out and then slams it in again, and does that a few times until I can feel how hard he's become, then I feel him pick up the pace and really pound into me until he groans and all at once his cum is pouring into my ass.
The whole line of slaves does me and it actually feels pretty good, a warm up for what's ahead tonight. When they're done, Mike decides he wants my ass too and walks over to me while he's still jacking off then puts his dick deep in and I can feel it twitch as he groans and starts to pulse his cum into me. When he's done, he wipes his dick off on my ass and puts the plug back it. It makes a squishing sound as cum drips out around it. I help him with flowers and a bit of planting for a couple of hours, and service one more dick, and then I crawl back to find George.
It's late in the afternoon and George tells me take the cleaner's delivery boy up to Master's closet and leave the clean clothes, and then suck him because that's what he said he wanted as his tip. The delivery boy first deposits the clothes in the closet, and then his cum down my throat after fucking my face for a minute or two before he yells, "Fuck," and spits cum into my mouth. I swallow of course and he zips up and leaves without a backward glance.
George had also told me to shower and get ready for the party. I reminded myself to remove and clean the butt plug, and then I cleaned up and got ready for the party.
I was always nude except for my leather collar and leash attachment. Master wanted me to wear makeup for parties and so had taught me what he wanted and I now carefully applied the foundation and blush and heavy eyeliner and shadow just the way he liked. Slaves don't really have egos, at least we're not supposed to, but I was used to men drooling over me and as I looked into the mirror checking my work, I wondered what it was in me that they liked so much. My hair was dark and longish, my eyes blue, my face symmetrical with what I had heard called a chiseled nose which was apparently very desirable, and full lips which I'd heard called sensual and pretty around a dick.
I knew I was tall and thin, and narrow hipped, and men were always remarking that I was hung, which I think meant they wanted me to fuck them though they rarely admitted it and preferred to fuck me instead. If I got lucky tonight I'd get to come too, but I wasn't counting on it, and anyway, servicing my Master had nothing to do with my pleasure and everything to do with his.
With make up finished, I was ready for my Master except for a quick cleanup of my little bathroom. My service was so important to Master that he allowed me to have my own bedroom and bath. He was afraid the other slaves would steal or use my makeup, or in some way ruin my sleep if I slept in the communal quarters, so I was housed close to my Master. It was expected though that my room and bath be as spotless as Master's at all times. I didn't even want to think about going through the punishment again. I was nothing if not a quick learner.
When Master entered his bedroom, I was waiting for him the way he liked, kneeling on the floor, head down and ready to do anything he asked. He removed his clothes as he walked into the dressing area leaving a trail for me to pick up and put away. I quickly took care of it and was ready to get whatever he needed. Master walked into the bathroom and wanted to piss so I quickly followed him and was at the toilet just after he was to hold his dick while he pissed. I wasn't quite fast enough though and he slapped my face telling me to hurry up, and asked why the hell was it so difficult to do simple tasks, and that really, I was such a stupid slut.
I dared not look into his eyes and waited with downcast eyes until Master finished pissing and I licked his dick clean and he told me to keep sucking, grabbing my hair and fucking hard into my mouth. He fucked me like that for a couple of minutes, slapping my face a few times as he pounded into me over and over. I felt him tense up and knew he was close so I intensified my efforts, letting him get really rough as his dick punished my throat, and then he was squirting his cum and I concentrated on swallowing all of it, and luckily I did, and when he pulled out he told me I was a good slut and to go on and fix my makeup and be ready in five minutes to go downstairs and start greeting his guests.
My Master walks ahead of me holding my leash as I crawl behind him. Before we went downstairs to greet arriving guests, he looked me over to make sure I looked perfect and that the butt plug was in. He jiggled it around a little then pushed it in and out a few times and said, "You like that don't you?"
"Yes, Master," I respond knowing that's what he wants to hear.
"Best behavior tonight, slut," Master says as he pulls at my leash.
George brings Master a drink which he sips as I sit at his feet and we greet guests as they arrive. Hands are soon petting me all over, and men are saying how nice for us that your slut is the entertainment. One man shakes Master's hand and after taking a drink from George, says to Master, "May I?"
Master says, "Of course," then looks at me and nods and I sit up a little and undo the man's pants and pull his dick out and start sucking it. The man is having a conversation the entire time I am blowing him but apparently he has noticed because suddenly he lets out a little groan and stills as I suck him hard until I feel his dick twitch and then feel the cum roll down my throat. I am careful to swallow all of it and to lick him clean before putting his soft dick back in his pants. The man moves away and I sit at my Master's feet again and feel someone pinch a nipple.
The cocktail party lasts for an hour and a half or so and by dinnertime, many of the thirty guests are half-drunk. During that time four men have requested that I suck them and all have cum down my throat. My Master seems pleased so far and finally, dinner is served. George and a team of slaves serve the first course. I sit at my Master's feet and start to sink all the way down on the floor so as to be out of sight for the dinner, but Master pulls on my leash and tells me to sit up.
He says to me, and to all the guests at the table, "My slut is here to serve you also, so don't be shy, as he's very eager to be used, aren't you, slut?"
I am then passed around much like the dinner courses, as a slave holds my leash and walks me around the dinner table, stopping only when someone signals. I then crawl to them and pull out their dick and suck them while they eat dinner. I am so quiet that the only sign I'm even there is when someone groans a little before they shoot their cum in my mouth.
After dinner, it's an entirely different thing. The gentlemen light their cigars and George directs the slaves in serving the brandy. My Master tells me to lie down on the floor behind him with my legs spread. After many bottles of wine and now the brandy, the guests are pretty drunk and ready to have a little fun with me. Some haven't cum yet and they are the first to get up and fuck me while the others carry on their discussions and fill the room with cigar smoke.
One after another they fuck me, waiting their turn politely until they see an opening and walk behind the man on top of me who's finishing with a groan and pulling out abruptly when he's done and I feel his cum drip out of me. The next up strokes his dick which hardens quickly I notice and then he looms over me and shoves in deep in one quick stroke, then fucks in and out of me, coming with a groan or sometimes a swear word. I know who the first timers are because they come fast, a minute or less thrusting into me until they squirt their cum in me.
Thirty or so fuck me on the floor until they tire of brandy and political conversation and the party is moved and my Master pulls on my leash and I crawl after him with cum dripping down my legs. I know from experience that I've just begun servicing the guests and that I will be fucked, and then fucked again by everyone there, two or three times until they're done, growing ever more frenzied as the night goes on and the more alcohol is ingested.
I will take a few hundred dicks and never complain because my Master wouldn't like that. He will let them do anything they want and that includes hurting me if they want to, as long as they don't leave scars. For a few, fucking is not enough and they can't get off unless they cause pain, or try to humiliate me. I'm well trained though and can withstand almost anything. I already know I'm just a slave, not a person, that I have no rights and no right to think or be anything more than a slut and cum bucket for my Master to use as he sees fit.
The mornings after parties can be tricky because my Master expects my service even if I haven't slept at all or just a little. Sub-humans never stop working after all. But when I wake him with my mouth at the usual time he becomes angry. My Master would be angry if I didn't try to wake him too, so I try and stick with the rule. Sometimes it just changes though, and he'll slap me a few times and tell me how stupid I am and that I am to lick every inch of the bathroom toilet and floor as punishment for waking him so early.
I crawl to the bathroom and spend several hours licking every inch of the floor and am almost done when Master enters the bathroom yelling and asking why I haven't yet finished and that he woke up and wanted to be sucked and I wasn't there. I kneel on the floor in front of him, head down, both embarrassed and terrified of how I'll be punished. Master kicks me and I look up and see that he wants to piss, so I hold his dick as he pisses stream after stream in the toilet I just cleaned. I suck him and clean him then and keep sucking in hopes that he'll be happy with that.
Master is having none of that though. He pulls my hair and pounds into my mouth over and over telling me to suck him good and that I should have anticipated his need before and it was really too late now but he'd have to take what he could get from such an ungrateful slut. Then he's slamming into my mouth and I taste the cum pouring and filling my mouth and I swallow but I'm tired and a little dribbles from my mouth and Master pulls out quickly and slaps me so hard I see stars.
"You fucking slut, you know what happens when you don't pay attention. You fucking wasted my cum and let it drip out of your mouth, you fucking ungrateful whore."
I was shamed and started trembling and I knew what was coming. Master picked up my head by the hair, pulling hard, making it hurt, then he took my head and shoved it into the toilet full of his morning piss and held it there for a good thirty seconds while I struggled until he let me up. He was even more pissed off that I was struggling and told me to lap it up and held my head in the toilet as I lapped up the piss filthy water. He kept pushing my face down for thirty second intervals until I no longer struggled at all when he did so.
Finally he let go of me and told me to drink the bowl dry and then to clean the floor again since my struggling had dirtied it. Master left the bathroom as I lapped up the piss. He managed to dress himself and call for George to get upstairs now and make sure I drank the whole bowl and cleaned the floor. Then he left for a brunch meeting at a nearby resort.
Several hours later, I was done and George inspected and approved the job, then he said he was going to fuck me, and he did, pulling out the butt plug with a plop and shoving his dick into my cum filled ass and fucked me hard and fast, coming quietly as he always did, sighing just a little as his dick squirted his cum into me. He replaced the butt plug and I felt cum dripping out again but I thought I now had the opportunity to wash myself and my quarters before my Master returned. I wanted to be ready for whatever he wanted.
Master was in better spirits the next morning as I sucked him awake while he sipped his morning coffee. While I assisted him in getting ready for the day, he told me I'd be accompanying him to lunch at his club, and later a friend's birthday dinner at an elegant restaurant, then on to a gentleman's club
known for it's special entertainment. I was to wear my tight leather pants and collar only, no shirt or shoes, as we'd be going only to slave friendly places. I would also be allowed to walk behind Master while outside, but revert to crawling behind him once we were inside a destination.
When he was ready, Master ordered me to shower, dress and apply makeup and be ready to leave within the hour. I quickly cleaned his quarters and returned to mine, hurrying and making sure my own quarters were spotless before going downstairs to wait for Master by the door. While I waited, George wanted a blow job so I sucked him and made him cum as quickly as I could because Master would not want to wait. George was just zipping up as Master approached me. He smiled at me and told me he was glad I was making myself useful and that I was to be particularly good today and do whatever anyone wanted of me.
I crawled after Master to the waiting car and climbed into the trunk. Master got into the back seat and the driver took us to our lunch location. After crawling out of the trunk, my leash was attached to my collar and I walked behind my Master with eyes downcast at all times, as we made our way to the restaurant. Once inside, I immediately got on all fours and sat at my Master's side until we were ushered to our table. A man got up and greeted Master warmly. He looked at me and said to Master, "Isn't he looking pretty today."
Master beamed and I felt proud when he said to the man, "Yes, a very pretty slut, indeed. Feel free to use him while we're having lunch."
I sat on the floor next to Master while he lunched with his friend. There had not been time for my breakfast this morning so I was pretty hungry but that was my problem. I hoped that Master might find a scrap for me for later. It was not my place to tell him though. Slaves eat when their Master lets them. When they were done with lunch, both men lit cigars and ordered brandies and Master's friend asked him if he might be serviced now. Master said of course and pulled my leash and said, "Take care of him, slut, and be discreet."