Not everything that seems... (4)

Jairo's presence at home not only doubled my household chores and made me neglect my work responsibilities, but also deeply unsettled me, though I must admit, it felt like heaven. I wasn't paying too much attention to the fact that I was more attracted to the new master than my real lord, because, after all, I had them both, even if only for a few days. And if I had always thought of myself as a bit of a slut, now I believed I had entered the elite of that category.

My ass had never been so active as in those days; I had never swallowed so much milk, such a variety; because, as you can imagine, two young masters were not going to settle for just one submissive. Every night new guys came to the house, and this time they were not the usual friends of the master but occasional contacts found on apps or in gay bars. I was the ultimate bitch, not only attending to my two masters, but also to the other invited bitches for whom I was also a submissive.

I was also the maid who cleaned the house after the gatherings, and who had to ensure the rest and attend to the needs of my two males until the next appointments. And the curious thing was that I enjoyed it. Just so there was no doubt that I was the maid and the bitch of all bitches, I was forced to wear a chastity cage and a bow tie around my neck as the only items of clothing.

If I have always thought that there is nothing worse than someone just like you being given free rein to treat you as they please, in those days any doubt I had disappeared. I was slapped, groped, pissed on, spat on, belittled, and, of course, humiliated and insulted by bitches like me who, in turn, received the same treatment from my two masters and from some other occasional ones, of which there were also. Obviously, all this was provoked by my two masters.

Those were days when I enjoyed it, because I discovered that you can always push past your limits and that all of this was chosen by me. I discovered that the newcomer Jairo, who ultimately was the instigator of those encounters, was a true sadist; that his imagination had no limits, that he forced and forced situations that made me uncomfortable but at the same time propelled me further into a world that increasingly attracted me. My master Daniel was well aware of all this and not only did he not stop it at any moment, but he also jumped on that bandwagon and competed with his friend to see who could go further.

I reveled in those days like never before in my life. Plus, I knew that, once the appointments were over, everyone went home and I was the one who stayed with the two masters until their next date. I was the one who cleaned their busy cocks with my tongue after so much activity, the one who licked their sweat and watched over their rest was me. The one who would suck their respective cocks come morning, the one who would receive their morning piss on my body, the one who would soap them up in the morning shower was me. Magnificent days that, like everything in life, came to an end eight days later; but I'll save that story for another day.