The master forced me to remain naked in his presence, whether it was summer or winter, and if we were at home, my clothes stayed in the entrance closet. It was the norm. He had other rules that demonstrated who was in charge, such as the one that I could only lie in our bed with him, and if he wasn't home or decided to bring another couple, I had to sleep on the couch. I also couldn't use the main bathroom without his permission, and of course, he had a long list of sexual rules, I couldn't cum without his permission, he managed all my profiles on dating websites, he decided the uses of my ass and mouth, in addition to a long etcetera.

Far from making me uncomfortable, I enjoyed those rules. Since he came into my life, I felt happy to have a young master who, being able to choose among dozens of slaves, chose me as his sexual toy and container of fluids. At 26 years old, his sexual appetite was insatiable, and it was rare for a day to pass without him fucking me two or three times, sometimes more, anywhere, at any time... at home, he just had to take what was his, and when we were on the street, he would look for a discreet place or public bathrooms to take possession of my (his) ass or mouth to relieve himself.

He also liked to make it clear in public that I was his slave, more than once he gave the waiter the check, in his presence, while saying out loud: "pay, bitch". This did make me uncomfortable, but who was I to question my young master? In all honesty, I must say that he only forced these situations in environments that lent themselves to it, such as gay bars, or when he wanted to flirt with the waiter.

I never got to watch a complete movie at the cinema with him, despite going quite often. He would always look for the back rows, and as soon as the movie started, he would make me suck his cock. Sometimes we would go with one of his friends, and on those days, I had to split myself, which made me quite popular among his closest friends.

I was also a popular bitch among his best friends because he never minded lending me out if someone asked. He had three close friends who came to the house frequently, and each time one of them asked, he would order me to attend to them, always in his presence. Although my master made sure not to lend my ass out too much. It's curious, that way of thinking that considered sucking a friend's cock, or having it cum on my face or throat, not as intimate as letting that same cock fuck my ass.

I was delighted to serve my lord, who would occasionally gift me with a weekend trip just for me. By gifting, I obviously mean his presence and dedication, he would never allow his slave to pay a bill. On those trips, he was more generous with his bitch, I suppose giving in to his slave to a stranger, whom he might never see again, wasn't as "intimate" as lending him to a friend he saw often. In any case, whenever he lent me out, he was always present, which I appreciated, becau...