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Knowing that she must feel cramped, I decide to let her out of the cage. I scoop her up and set her on the floor. "Now what would a good little sex slave do to make her master happy?"

"Suck you off and have you come all over my face," she answers.

"We could start with that."

I pull my pants down and stroke my cock to hardness while she gets up on her knees. She takes me into her mouth and goes to work.

"Nice," I compliment when she swallows all of me without choking.

I let her do all the work until she begins to tire. Then I fixed my hand into her hair to keep the motion going. There's no better way to start the morning than with a blowjob. My balls boil with arousal. When I start thrusting my hips, she starts to gag, but it feels too good to stop.

"Look at me when I'm fucking your face," I bark.

As she gazes up at me, her makeup smudged around her eyes, she reminds me of Athena. Trusting, eager to please.

Not liking the perk of guilt I shove it down by forcing my cock deeper and harder into Casey. She gags again.

"Keep those eyes on me," I growl, yanking on her hair for emphasis.

She snaps her gaze back at me.

She's just a pawn, I remind myself. The daughter of a man who dared to wrong me. A submissive who wants to be used and abused by me. I'm just giving her what she wants.

With a forceful grunt, I shove into my climax. I pull out so I can shoot my come into her face. My junk lands on her eyelid, her cheek, and her lips.

Licking some of it off, she grins. "Yum. Creampie for breakfast."

I can't resist a chuckle. With my thumb, I wipe a glob dripping over her eye and put it in her mouth. She sucks my thumb hard. As if she can make yourself come by doing that.

"That's enough," I say, pulling on my pants. I go back to the dresser and return with a pair of medical scissors I use to cut away bondage tape or rope in emergencies.

"Sex slaves don't deserve clothes," I explain before cutting away her sweater, top and skirt. Before cutting away all her clothes. Next, I take off her boots. Now the only thing she's wearing is my cum and those of my men.

"Ow!" She exclaims when I pull her to her feet by her hair.

Scooping her up, I lay her on top of the closed cage. Turning her on her side, I undo the binding at her wrists.

She sighs in relief. "Thank you, Sir."

I retie her wrists to the bars, one on each side of the cage. Bending each leg back, I tie her ankles to the cage bars. Standing between her spread knees, I admire her waxing job. With my thumb, I toy with her clit.

She makes little noises and eventually asks, "Do I get to come, sir?"

"A little soon, princess," I answer as I spread her wetness around the glistening nub. "Let's see how big this bud can get."

From the dresser, I bring over a suction machine. I set it by her side, lubricate the edge of the tubes, and attach one to her clit. The machine does its work, pulling her nub of flesh into the tube.

“Do you want to try the nipples, too?” I ask, even though I’ve already decided.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, still enthralled with how large her clit can get.

After applying the suction to her nipples, I leave the tubes attached and go back to the dresser for the clothespins and string. She lifts her head and watches as I pinch the side of her breast, lay the string on top, and secure it all with a clothespin. An inch or two down, I use another clothespin, then another. Every now and then, I glance at her to gauge her reaction as I make a trail of clothespins down one side of her breast, torso and pelvis. I repeat the trail on her other side, making a nice zipper with the clothespins.

“Two more,” I say of the remaining clothespins. “Stick out your tongue.”

At first she balks, but she knows better than to disobey me. When she sticks out her tongue, I attach the clothespins, then step back to admire how she looks with clothespins and tubes protruding from her. My cock starts to harden. I get a flogger and flick it on the exposed parts of her body. She winces as I snap the tails more sharply. Flogging harder, I knock two of the clothespins off. She grunts loudly. Whipping the flogger at her crotch, I loosen the seal of the tube on her clit. It falls off.

“You should see how swollen your clit is,” I say, fondling the engorged bud.


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