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I walk into what my girlfriend likes to call her showroom with a mug of fresh brewed coffee in hand, blearily rubbing my eyes and yawning. Serra looks absolutely exhausted: her legs shaking though she’s bent over and pressed up against the glass so from outside, one has a clear view of her sex and her asshole. Her thick legs, clad in black thigh highs, pushed into an interesting new shape by the window.

She’s bent over a leather upholstered beam, trapping her against the glass, arms crossed and bound behind her back. After so many hours it gets difficult for her to hold herself partially erect, her collar connected to a bolt in the floor by a chain.

I walk over to Serra and set my coffee on one of the half globes of her buttocks. I remove her earbuds so she doesn’t just *see* my lips form the words “Good morning, cocksleeve.” I kiss her gently on the crown of her head, her silken black hair stringy with sweat. She whimpers, her back and core muscles hard and trembling. Her eyes are half lidded. Saliva cascades round the ball gag, running down her chin and dripping from her breasts to pool on the floor.

The earbuds have been keeping her business for the past several hours with a mix of her favorite sensual songs. Her nipples are pinched inside screw- tipped clamps. I reach behind her head and unfasten her gag, pull it away. She sighs and her eyes roll in relief. Serra smacks her lips and works her cramped jaw. “Thank you, Mistress,” she mutters hoarsely. She swallows and continues in a more usual tone of voice: “Good morning.”

I retrieve my coffee and check the window behind her. It’s splattered and criss- crossed with ropes of come. “Looks like you’re in for a feast this morning.”

After I release Serra from her chain and roll the support beam away, she’ll stumble outside on untrustworthy legs in her collar and clamps and thigh highs and lick the window clean of the men’s come. It’s gotten to the point where I’ll lick the spot on the inside where her juicy slit pressed against the glass as she works the same spot from outside. We’ll makeout through the window.

Once she’s collected every last drop of come with her mouth, she’ll stagger back inside, hit the shower and faceplant in our giant, down- quilted bed. She’ll sleep all the while I’m at work and wake up with my cunt smothering her. After I feed her, she’ll head to the the kitchen and set about feeding me.

Serra’s a fantastic cook.

NSFW: yes

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