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“It has been awhile since you have worn your chains, hasn’t it little one?” he growls.

“Yes, Sir, it has been”, I answer my master softly, heart beating hard in my chest. I hear the chains before I see their silver glint catch the light. Instantly, my pussy floods in wetness. Before him, on my knees, I am naked, wearing only my thick, leather collar. Now I know why he insisted I wear this one tonight.

He stands before me, bare chested and in slacks. His muscles move in his arms as he swings the chain lightly in front of me. Like an owner teasing his cat. “Purr for it,” he grins in delight, knowing how much I hate acting like the pet that I am.

Reluctantly, I do the best purr I can, my cheeks blush. “Very good pet,” he moves closer and the chain snaps onto my collar. He lets the chain drop in a loop and I feel it’s weight instantly as it jerks my collar down.

“Are you a cock slut?” he asks, a stern timbre to his voice.

“Yes, sir, I am.” I quietly answer.

He jerks my chain hard and I gasp. “Speak clearly, slut, and louder. Tell me what you are! Look at me.”

I look up at him, swallow and very clearly tell him, “I am your cock slut, Sir.”

Instantly he grins and leans in closer. “That’s right slut. You are my cock slut.” He reaches for his pants and zips down the zipper. He pulls his erection out and it stands hard before me. He makes loops in the chain and hooks it behind my neck. The chain is cold and I gasp. “Open your mouth slut”, he growls. I obey and open and he pulls the chains towards him, pushing my head to him, his cock plunges into my mouth. I gag and relax against him. He holds me there for what felt like minutes, but only seconds had passed.

He releases the pull on the chain and backs his hips away. I move back, but before I can take a few breaths, he pulls me back by the chain and plunges his cock into my mouth. Over and over he does this. Rocking his hips in time with jerking the chain around the back of my neck. He fucks my mouth deep and hard. I salivate, but there is no time to swallow and so it drips from my mouth. I blush at the embarrassment. With his pleasure building he executes one last plunge of his cock. He plunges deep, down my throat and pulls the chain hard. I am trapped against his body. My nose pressed against his pelvis, his cock deep down my throat, he grunts and I feel his cum, begin to shoot into me.

I can feel the pulsing of his thick cock in my mouth as his cum makes it’s way out and down my throat. I am gagging, needing to breathe. His cum makes me cough and it drips out of my mouth. My muffled coughs do not make him back off. Only until the last bit of cum drips from his cock, does he withdraw. I take a big, deep breath and cough. His cum has dripped out of the corners of my mouth. Now it is everywhere. On me, on the floor, even on his shoe. He tucks his cock back into his pants and zips up.

“Look at you slut. Too much cum for you? Couldn’t take it all in. Loved being gagged by my cock didn’t you slut? Look at the mess your pretty face made. Lick the cum off my shoe slut.” he commands.

“Yes, Sir” I get down on all fours, just like he likes, and lick his dress shoe.  My mouth sours at the taste, but I continue to clean his shoe as best I can. I feel a harsh tugging on my collar. He pulls the chain and makes me rise to my feet.

“I think the world needs to see just how much of a slut you are. Look at you, mouth red and sore from my brutal fucking. Cum leaking out and all over you. Yes the world needs to see my slut.”

I cringe at the thought. He leans back and grabs my lipstick. He begins writing something on me. I can’t see it. He takes my picture with his cell and chuckles to himself.

It wasn’t until later, when I logged onto our social network, that I see his message. “Please masturbate to this slut’s picture” and with it was a picture of me, used for his pleasure, with the word SLUT written across my chin. Immediately I blush and feel the wetness flood my cunt once more.

I am a slut.