Moon in Cancer 11

Vinicio arrived earlier than we expected. He had heard the Masters say that he would arrive early to watch a soccer game.

I had never heard his name before. When we heard the doorbell, the Masters ordered me to go open the door, naked with my chastity device and dog collar.

I followed the instructions Ricardo gave me before going to open the door, and I knelt down once the door was open, looking at Vinicio long enough to recognize the veterinarian, the owner of Duque.

"Hello Keyra," he said in the same friendly tone he used with me at the veterinary clinic. "Go to my car and get the bags I have in the trunk." He threw the keys to the floor and entered the house.

I went out nervously; it was Sunday morning, and the chances of someone seeing me naked were high. I didn't raise my face; if someone was watching me, I preferred not to know. I quickly got the bags and returned to the house with them.

Vinicio was already sitting with Pa... with my Masters in the TV room.

"Slave, bring some beers," Master Ricardo shouted from the room... when I entered, I found them talking with the TV still off.

Vinicio caressed my thighs when I approached to give him the beer, and I knelt down to offer it to him. Vinicio took it and placed the cold bottle on my balls.

"You arrived very early, bastard," Ricardo said to him while I waited with the other two beers in my hand for him to remove the bottle that was freezing my testicles. But he didn't stop; he looked at me and passed the bottle over my balls, which were well-tightened and thick due to the chastity device and the time I had been without coming.

"I wanted to see if we could play a bit with his bitch before the game," he said, looking at me in the face. I lowered my eyes out of respect, although his blue eyes had me captivated.

"We've already denigrated her even more; now she's a slave," said my Father.

"Even better," said Vinicio, removing the bottle from my balls and taking a sip. "Have you done sounding on her?"

The word terrified me a bit, and I turned to look at my dad instinctively while handing Ricardo his beer on my knees.

Dad approached the edge of the sofa, smiling. "No one better than you to do it," he said. "Let's try."

Vinicio took a long sip of his beer and stood up, walking towards the bags I had carried into the house. He took out a roll of transparent adhesive plastic wrap.

"Stand up, Keyra," he ordered, and I obeyed. Vinicio passed the plastic wrap over my ankles, sticking them together. Meanwhile, Ricardo removed my chastity device and masturbated me a bit; my cock reacted in seconds, becoming very hard.

Dad helped Vinicio cover my body with the plastic wrap, transforming me into a kind of mummy in the center of the room.

Slowly, my body became well-stuck to the plastic wrap; my legs felt not only trapped but also tight, and my hands were cove...