I never know what to expect. There are days when my master receives me with slaps and others when he devours my mouth with kisses. Days when I receive his cock in my mouth as a welcome greeting and others when he doesn't even look at me. Days when he's playing with the PlayStation and others when he's fucking any other bitch, in both cases, I know I shouldn't do anything to discomfort him; I have to lie down close to him and wait for his demands without touching myself.

Regardless of how the day is and his reception, I know that from the moment I arrive home, I have to leave my clothes in the entrance closet, because in his presence, unless otherwise ordered, I have to be always naked from the waist down; my ass has to be always accessible. I also know that my master's youth makes it difficult for me to go to bed every day without having received his cum in any of my holes at least twice. He doesn't like to cum on my body, that's what he saves for when he receives his friends and offers me as a doormat for them; his cum is only for filling my ass or throat because it should never be wasted. To mark my body, he uses his urine or semen.

When he accepted me as his bitch, he committed to respecting my limits. Today, six months later, I've already forgotten what they were. Now, I try not to show my disgust with some practices because as soon as he discovers it (and he always does), he practices them insistently. For example, when he discovered that I didn't want to be feminized, he forced me to wear women's underwear for weeks.

With the friends he invites home, he applies the same criteria, those he knows I dislike the most are the first ones I have to serve in whatever they desire. I accept it because I adore my master and I'm proud that he still keeps me as his main bitch. Besides, he knows how to reward me afterwards with abundance.

I confess that, in addition to admiration and respect for him, I'm glad that he consents to me being his bitch, knowing that I'm a whore who can't help but try any cock that comes my way. Since he admitted me as his submissive, the only thing that has changed is that now I can no longer choose the cock I'll suck or that will fuck me; he makes those decisions and I accept them discipline-wise.

Sometimes it's hard, because there are nights when he organizes real orgies at home and doesn't let me participate in them, despite forcing me to be present. Other times, he limits what I can or cannot do. I still remember the night when my only function was to be the toilet for his guests. Others, however, he rewards me by making me the party toy and all the guests have to fuck me in the ass or mouth. Not to mention, those occasions are my favorites.

I take it worse with the other bitches who serve him. I recognize it, it's jealousy. Old jealousy, because I know that young asses and mouths give him satisfactions that I can no longer provide.

At another moment, I'll con...