The padlocks clinked loudly as they snapped into place, cementing my fate. I had no idea how long the wait would be this time. I ran through the list of instructions that Master had given me earlier that morning.
Master had instructed me to prepare a dinner for two, not unlike any other day. He had chosen to specify the type of meat (chicken), but had otherwise given me free reign with regards to its preparation style. I’d put together a simple meal of baked chicken with asparagus on the side. A bottle of white wine was chilling in the refrigerator, as per Master’s instructions, and the table was set for two. The air-conditioning was turned up to a comfortable temperature, and the lights had been dimmed so the house appeared cozy and inviting. I wondered whether I would be allowed to eat at the table that night, perhaps in celebration of something, or just Master’s attempt at romance.
I wore my play collar locked firmly around my neck and a set of matching cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I also wore a large metal plug in my ass and a nose-hook that was connected to the D-ring at the back of my collar. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but gave me a pig-like appearance, something Master seemed to find very cute and humiliating, in equal degrees. The draft from the air-conditioning wasn’t chilly, but it was cold enough to keep my skin cool. Thank God for modern technologies. I curled up into as comfortable a position I could get and began to let my mind wander. It was a Friday so I knew Master would be up for some play. That thought coupled with the plug in my ass made me an extremely eager piggy. I simply could not wait for Master to get home.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the front door. I quickly got on my knees in front of the door, the position that Master expected me to be in when he got home. I heard the key turn in the lock and the door swing open. However, something was amiss. I thought I heard Master talking to someone, and there it was… the sound of female laughter. Master was not alone. The sound of high heels stepping through the doorway told me what I needed to know. When the door swung open, I caught a glimpse of a pretty face with eyes as startled as mine.
“Remove my shoes, Piggy,” Master called. I crawled over to his feet. Master stepped a foot forward slightly, and I immediately aided him in removing first one, then the other, shoe. “Ask my guest if she needs help with her heels, Piggy.” I heard her slight intake of breath and felt even more humiliated to know that she was embarrassed for me. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and I knew my face was likely to be red. Yet, I swallowed my pride and turned so I was facing her.
“Please Miss, may I help you to remove your shoes?” I could feel that my wetness had begun to snake a trail down my inner thigh. The thought of what was to come both thrilled and scared me. She fell silent for a while, gave a nervous laugh and stuck out a foot with an amused “yes”. I carefully removed her shoes and placed them neatly next to Master’s. With that, the two of them strode into the living room and eased themselves into the sofa.
“Good Piggy. Go prepare dinner for us. Call for me when it’s ready,” Master instructed. I nodded and headed to the kitchen. From the kitchen, I could see the two of them cozying up with each other on the sofa. She had long wavy hair, just as Master liked. She seemed to be pretty petite in size, and I wondered if Master thought me fat in comparison to her. She had a pretty face – big eyes, very kissable lips which Master had wasted no time in getting acquainted with. While I prepared dinner, I felt myself get more and more nervous at the thought of what was to come. Finally, I was done. I took a deep breath and called out to Master.
“Piggy, I want you under the table sucking my cock while I eat. I don’t want you to suck too hard, just keep me in your mouth so I’m ready for dessert.” Master gave a chuckle as he finished his sentence. I didn’t think his joke was all that funny, but apparently she did. She had broken into a peal of laughter. I kept a poker face, got under the table, unzipped Master and took his cock into my mouth. It was already semi-hard when I got it out. Master was evidently excited about cucking me. My telltale wetness betrayed my own excitement.
The two of them talked over me as though I was not there. They spoke about their likes, dislikes, laughed over some jokes and discussed about me. She was very interested in our relationship, and Master had a lot of fun telling her how I got off on being humiliated and degraded. He told her that I really enjoyed watching him fuck other women because it reinforced that I was his piggy cuckquean slave. He told her that he only fucked me in the ass, and I was only allowed to orgasm from anal sex. I had not had a single pussy or clit orgasm in ages. She gasped at this piece of information. He encouraged her to add to my humiliation, joining him in calling me names and in making me serve her. He even told her that if all went well, she could use me as her own personal slave too, making me carry her parcels while she shopped, making me wear only the clothes that she had thrown out. He had so many ideas I felt my heart beat faster and faster from the fear that they could become reality.
Finally, they were done with dinner. Master told me to bring my bowl to him and he emptied both their leftovers into it. I begged for permission to please eat their leftovers. I grovelled as Master liked me to do, and he placed the bowl on the floor, chuckling evilly at my humiliation. It was different when someone else was around. I never felt more embarrassed as I did eating from the bowl without the use of my hands. When I was done, Master wiped off my face with a wet tissue and then dragged me to the bedroom by my hair. She had already walked ahead of us. Eager beaver, I thought to myself.
Here’s where it got interesting. Positioning me in a corner of our bedroom facing the wall, Master removed the metal butt plug from my ass and handed me one of our larger sized dildos. “I want you to fuck yourself in the ass with the dildo and think about how it’s the only type of pleasure you’re allowed to experience. Try and imagine that it’s your pussy being fucked, Piggy,” I moaned as his words rang through my consciousness, my lips opened slightly and I felt the pressure of a gag against them. “I want you to drool. I know it makes you feel humiliated. I want to humiliate you in front of her, so you know without a doubt that you are beneath her.” Next, he locked both my ankles to opposite ends of a spreader bar so I could not close my legs. “I want you to stand right here. Do not look. You don’t deserve to watch. You only get to hear me fuck her. I love you, Piggy, and I’m cucking you right now.”
Master stepped away, and I heard him join her in bed. A laugh, a gasp, a moan. I imagined his fingers trailing along the length of her body, arousing her till she gasped and flushed in need, the way he often did with me. As I heard him enter her, I felt somewhat removed from what was taking place, and yet I felt somewhat peaceful. We’d talked about this happening so often that my mind had somehow sidestepped the emotional barrage that I had expected. My owner was cucking me, and I loved it. I loved that he was enjoying another woman’s flesh. I loved hearing him thrust in and out of her and hearing her moan with every thrust. Master was never more desirable to me than in that moment when he was in another woman. She enjoyed at least five good orgasms before Master finally came in her, the both of them gasping for breath.
“Come here, Piggy,” Master beckoned. It took a while for me to hobble over to them, but I eventually made it. Master removed the condom from around his cock and I immediately knew what I had to do. I fell to my knees and cupped my hands while he emptied the condom into my palms. I asked for permission to lick up his cum and he nodded. I greedily licked up whatever was in my hands, then looked up at Master expectantly. Master grabbed my hair, pushed my face into her pussy, and said, “Clean her up, Piggy. Make sure you do a good job. Lick her well and see if you can make her cum again.
I got to work eating her pussy. I hadn’t eaten a lot of pussy before, so I could only pray that I was doing it right. I managed to clean her up, but I just could not get her to orgasm. Master pulled my face out of her pussy by my hair and started slapping me on my face and tits.
“You’re useless, Piggy. You’re not good enough to fuck, and you don’t know how to eat pussy either? What use are you?” If I thought eating out of a bowl was humiliating, this was so much worse. I felt tears forming in my eyes at Master’s words. As I cried, Master told me to stand in position and proceeded to cane my ass. He even let her deliver a few swings. When he was done, he was hard again and he left me on the floor while he went over to fuck her again. This time, I got to watch. I watched them fuck like animals on the bed, our bed.
Master didn’t finish in her this time. After she had had enough, he had me clean the two of them up one last time with my tongue. We all laid in bed for a while, talking and laughing about the scene that had just taken place. It was getting late, so she got dressed and let herself out. Master held me tightly in his arms and covered my face and neck with plentiful kisses.
“I love you, Piggy.”
“I love you too, Master.”
Master reached down between my thighs and laughed when he felt how engorged my clit was and how much juice my pussy had produced. His laugh quickly lowered into a growl as he pushed me on my back and eased himself into my ass. He fucked me long and hard in the ass, bringing me to anal orgasm after anal orgasm. Yes, I didn’t get to cum from the clit nor pussy anymore, but this was pretty good too.
After Master’s second orgasm of the night, we curled up in bed, engaging in pillow talk till I fell asleep, but not before Master reminded me that in future, I would be sleeping on the floor whenever any of his “girlfriends” came over. They would have my place on the bed.