I continue serving my owner and offer more of myself TW// Abuse, whipping
A few weeks pass since I last served my white neighbor.
I sucked my first dick, swallowed my first load, and jerked off to the memory of it every night since. I hoped he’d call me again, but since then he’s had a consisted stream of Filipino women in his room.
It was hard not to feel jealous. Seeing him ravish women he picked up from God knows where, when there was an easy and eager piece of ass right across the street from him. Late at night, while watching him thrust into a woman or girl, I’d keep asking myself why he’d pick them over me.
But the answer was always obvious.
I lacked the qualities of a woman. Sure I had an eager mouth and an unfucked hole, but I didn’t have tits or a cunt. Me being born a male was robbing me of the chance to serve a Man I so desperately wanted to worship.
I’d cum into my hand wishing I were a woman. I’d watch him slap his latest whore around wishing I had tits. I’d see him finger bang her cunt whishing I had a pussy.
I’d pray every night that he’d find himself alone. That he’d whip out his dick, ready to jerk off, and remember that I exist. That a mouth would be better than his hand, and that he’d call me over and use me.
I’d wait and wait, until one night, that happened.
He appeared in his bedroom alone, sat on his bed naked, got ready to jerk off, then looked out across the street from his window to mine. I don’t know if he saw me, or if he knew I was there, but he just stared a moment, and shook his penis.
I immediately took it as a call and put on some bra and panties before sneakily racing towards his house. He must’ve seen me leave my house, because on the first knock, he opened the door — fully nude — and let me in.
Remembering his rules, I stripped and wordlessly crawled after him, following him deeper into his home, up the stairs, into his room, and settling in between his spread legs as he sat on his bed. Like last time, I waited, face inches from his naked dick, inhaling his musk while staring at the glistening drop of precum that rest on the head of his dick.
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t acknowledge me.
He just used his phone for a moment and, the moment the sound of moaning started playing on his phone, he grabbed the back of my head and forced me to take him into his mouth.
I sucked his dick without question, worshiping his length with my mouth. I felt so happy to be back here between his legs that I felt like I could cry. I tried taking him deeper than last time, tried employing techniques I’ve read online, and when he finally came, I swallowed.
“Now fuck off.” Was all he said, and I crawled away.
This basically became the only interactions I’d have with him. Whenever he was alone, he’d shake his dick while looking at my window, and I’d show up and blow him before leaving.
No words would be exchanged. He never even touched me.
The only reason I was allowed there was to suck his dick. And I was always more than happy too.
Enough time and meet ups passed for me to become an excellent dick sucked. 14 years old and able to confidently take his 8 inch monster down my throat, with enough skill to make him cum too quickly. Sometimes, he’d yank me back my the hair if he didn’t want to cum too soon.
I was swallowed his load for the third night in a row — three nights that he was alone — and was already crawling away when he spoke to me for the first time since the night I first sucked his dick.
“Do you have a phone?” He asked.
“No Sir.”
“Really?” He scoffed. “Don’t all the kids your age have them?”
I shook my head. “My parents say I’m too young to have one.”
“How old are you?”
I realized he didn’t know my age. “I’m fourteen Sir.”
“Damn. 14 and already a bitch in heat.” He said, eyes roaming over my body. “I’ll be alone again tomorrow. Front door will be unlocked. I expect you to be here again, understood?”
“Of course Sir,” I said, smiling.
“Now fuck off.”
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The next night came and I followed his instructions. Around 11pm, I entered his house, stripped down to my bras and panties, and crawled to his room where he was laying on his bed.
He saw me but didn’t acknowledge me. Not knowing what to do, I knelt on the floor next to him and waited. A few minutes passed and my knees started aching when he finally looked at me.
“Theres a paper bag in the bathroom. Wear whatever is in there and come back out here.”
“Yes Sir.” Was all I said as I crawled away.
I was kind of excited that he got me a gift. It made me feel special despite knowing he did the same for the women he brought here. Looking inside I found five things: Lacy bra and panties, a garter belt, and stockings. All matching white. And underneath it all, a thick, black, leather collar with a small D shaped ring at the front.
I excitedly put them all on and took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. If you ignored the small bulge in my panties and the lack of tits, then you could mistake me for a woman. I felt a joy I wasn’t familiar with but decided to think about it later. Right now I’m here to serve.
So I crawled back out and knelt on the floor next to him. I noticed he was scrolling through tinder, looking for another women, and I felt both a pang of jealousy and pride. Jealous that he’s still looking at women despite me being in the same room as him, and Pride at the fact that it’s me in the room with him and not them. I waited again for him to notice me, and when he did, he smiled.
“You look like an actual girl now, don’t you bitch.” He said while rubbing his hard on through his underwear.
I blushed. “Yes Sir, Thank you for the clothes.”
“From now on, this is what you will wear whenever you’re in my house, Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You’ll leave those clothes at the front door. That’s where you’ll change when you visit.”
“Yes Sir.”
He hummed, please with how I looked.
“Why are you here?” He suddenly asked.
“To serve you Sir.”
“To serve me,” He repeated. “Why?”
I answered before I could think of it, “Because I’m a slave.”
“Who’s slave?”
“Your slave.”
“Then that makes me your master, doesn’t it?” He asked.
“Yes Sir.”
“I own you.” He said, a smile growing on his face. “You are mine to use however I want, understand?”
I swallowed. “Yes Sir.”
He suddenly stood up. “Get on the bed. All fours on the middle, facing the wall.”
I immediately followed his order while he walked to the closet out of sight. I heard him rummage a bit before walking up behind me, at the foot of the bed.
“What are you,” He asked again.
“Your slave Sir.”
“Why are you here?”
“To serve you.”
“Name and age.”
I moved to look at him when a belt came down on my left butt cheek hard. I yelped in pain and collapsed on the bed, when he barked in anger.
“All fours bitch. Answer the fucking question.”
I shakily got back on all fours and whispered. “Elijah. 14 years old.”
Another hard slap from his belt on my right cheek made jolt forward. I immediately got back to all fours before he could tell me to.
“Louder bitch!”
“My name is Elijah and I’m a 14 year old Filipino.”
“And are you a virgin?”
“Yes Sir.”
“How about orally?” He asked. “How many dicks have you sucked?”
“Only yours Sir.”
“Good bitch.”
I sighed, thinking the worse was over, when suddenly his belt smacked my ass again. I let out a silent scream but managed to stay on all fours.
“Count them.”
“One,” I wheezed, when he spanked my ass again.
“Two”.
Again. “Three.”
Again. “Four.”
Again, and I fell onto my stomach, holding back tears.
“Get up.” He demanded, and when I took too long he hit me on the ass. “I said, Get. Up.” and again he whipped me with his belt. Again and again until I got back on all fours, openly sobbing now.
“Number.” He said, and my heart dropped. I didn’t remember. I forgot the number before I fell, and didn’t know whether or not he wanted me to count the amount from when I was on my stomach.
“Number.” He said again, and I swallowed a sob.
“Nine?”
A moment passed, and he whipped me twice; one on each cheek.
“From Zero.” He said, and whipped me again with his belt.
“ONE!” I screamed. Then two, three, four.
I fell again at five, but quickly pushed myself back up before he could hit me again.
“Number?” he asked, but this time I remembered.
“Four.”
His belt came down again, the strength of his hits never weakening, and I counted.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
I fell again, this time taking too long to get up. Two smacks before I was on all fours again.
“Number?” He asked.
Eight or Ten. Eight or Ten.
I bet it on Eight. A moment passed, and his belt came down hard against my already sore ass.
“Nine.” I said, hopeful that I got it right.
Another smack.
“Ten.”
“On your knees at my feet.”
And I breathed relieved. I hurriedly crawled off the bed and knelt at his feet, looking up and seeing him hold a handheld camera. Did he record everything?
“What do you say Bitch?”
I swallowed, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Thank you Master.”
He chuckled. “Good bitch. Now suck my dick.”
I wasn’t as good as I usually was. Half of my attention was on the burning, stinging feel of my bare ass while he roughly fucked my skull before cumming across my face. He smiled through it all, making sure to record every detail of his abuse.
“What are you?” He asked again.
“Your slave.” I replied weakly.
He closed his camera and walked to the bathroom. I stayed on my knees, waiting for his next order. I half expected aftercare. I hoped for after care, but when he exited the bathroom and saw me still on my knees, he scoffed.
“The fuck are you still doing here?”
The question hurt just as much as my ass. What was I expecting? I mentally kicked myself and called myself an idiot, and started crawling away when he called after me. A part of me suddenly hoped when he handed me a phone.
A shitty samsung touchscreen. Second hand maybe given the crack on the screen.
“Hide it from your parents. This is for when I need you, understood?”
I took it in my hands, and thanked him for it. I crawled into his bathroom, changed back into my clothes, then crawled out of his house back home.
It hurt to sit, but for some reason, it turned me on so much. I jerked off in my bedroom, scooping his cum off my face into my mouth, before finally cleaning myself up. I made sure to check my ass before bed, and it was bright red.
It filled me with pride. It shouldn’t have, but it did. I knew I should never meet with him again, especially after what he did to me, but I knew should he call, I’ll answer.
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