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@traducotesti
Here you go faggot. Fifth day in a row that I've worn these socks. They fucking stink. I'll be at your place in half an hour. Make sure my takeout has been delivered and you've got plenty of my favorite beer in the fridge you perverted sock sniffing fag.
All thatās missing here is some fags junk to use as a boot rest. Then again bubba on the right looks like that might not satiate the urge to really bash some beta to teach it its place among real men. Solid chance when itās his turn, the slow crushing of having big boots rest against your tiny balls will be increased 10 fold. Heās always wondered if such small balls could support 200 lbs of booted up cowboy. Today heās going to find out. Of course, with how much he needs to crush the fag out of them, if standing his full weight doesnāt do the trick thereās a good chance he takes a little hop. You really should have kept driving toward the city there gay boy.
He likes how his cock is the center of my life now, how his sexual cycle and his need to cum is the organizing principle of my day, the priority I have to attend to with my mouthpussy whenever and wherever he needs it.
Why isnāt my laundry done and folded and put away? I swear you like when I punish you, donāt you. Such a passive aggressive old bitch. Get my breakfast NOW, and Iāll take care of you later. Kiss my armpit.
If we want men to educate themselves and read more, we have to meet them halfway. Give them something they want too. While they're reading that day's chapter be working on their feet, really get your hands and tongue in their. They might be a slower reader so you could be working down there for an hour at least. At the end remember to reward him with a blow job, it'll encourage the behaviour to become habitual.
"You treat my son like this? Fuck, maybe he's on to something being gay. My wife won't go near my feet and you were practically salivating and dry humping the air when I kicked my sneakers off.
Bet they taste better than my son's. You can taste a real man.
Fuuuuck. This feels so good. When you're finished with my feet you can come up to my pits. Then you're going to show me what else you're good at. It's been a long time since I got a BJ, and I've always wanted to be rimmed.
Oh, calm down there, don't worry we've got the place to ourselves for hours yet".
I had just started my monthly deep clean when he woke up and wandered into the living room.
"Morning, baby."
Nico dropped onto the sofa and propped his foot on the table I'd just wiped down.
"I just..."
He wiggled his toes. I didn't have to finish. How was I supposed to argue with that.
He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, tucking his arms behind his head with a long exhale.
I went back to the kitchen, wiped down the counters, scrubbed the stovetop, cleared the grease around the back burners. Cleaned the sink, dried it.
"Did you do the microwave?"
"Yes Nico."
"Just asking."
When I got the vacuum out he reached for the remote and turned the volume all the way up. I vacuumed the whole apartment over the noise of whatever he was watching, running it along the baseboards, into the corners, under the dining chairs.
Then I filled the bucket and started on the floors.
The kitchen went fast. The hallway too. By the time I got to the living room he still hadn't moved, foot propped exactly where it had been all morning. I crouched down to get under the sofa. He shifted just enough to make me think he was going to lift his leg; then didn't. I had to work around him. His foot hovered near my face while I mopped the stretch between the sofa and the table and he said nothing, just watched the TV like I wasn't there.
"You're such a good boyfriend. What did you prepare for lunch?"
"Seriously Nico? I've been cleaning"
"Fine, I'll order something. Bathroom could use a proper scrub while you're at it."
I took the bucket to the bathroom. Scrubbed the toilet and got the tiles on my knees. Wiped the mirror down, the taps.
"Don't forget under the mat."
"I know."
"I know you know. I'm just saying."
As I was finishing the bathroom the doorbell rang.
"That's the food, baby. Already paid, just let them in."
I opened the door still in my cleaning gloves, took the bags from the delivery guy and brought them over to the coffee table. Nico glanced at me and reached up, wiping something off my face.
"You had dirt right there."
He patted my head and went back to unpacking the food, and settling into the couch.
"Bathroom done, baby?"
"Done. Finally."
"Yeah?"
He glanced around the apartment slowly, the way he does when he's looking for something to say.
"You get the trash? Kitchen and bathroom both?"
I didn't answer. Just pulled the bags, tied them, took them out, came back in.
"Now you're done. Come here then."
He wiggled his toes.
I got on my knees in front of him. He didn't look away from the TV.
His foot was warm from being propped up all morning. I brought it to my face and held it there, taking in the faint salt-musk smell. I pressed my mouth to his sole, dragging my lips slow along the arch.
I worked my way up to his toes. Took the first one into my mouth and sucked slow, then the next until I had all five in. I ran my tongue along them, between them, tasting sweat and skin. I cleaned every one.
He tapped my cheek with his other foot.
I did the same on his other foot, making sure I don't miss a spot.
He glanced down and pressed one foot against my face, resting the other on top of my head. Then went back to watch TV.
After a while he muted the TV.
He reached down and pulled me up by the wrist onto the couch and into his lap. He kissed me once, slow, with his hand at the back of my neck. Then he flipped me over.
He got my shorts down and fucked me slowly, his hand pressed flat between my shoulder blades, keeping me down.
"There you go."
He gripped my hip with his free hand, steadying me, controlling the pace. When I moved he pushed me back down.
"I've got it."
He kept that pace the whole time. Slow and steady.
"Good boy. Cleaned the whole place and still ended up on your knees."
When he finished he stayed there for a moment. Then he patted my head.
We showered together. He washed my hair without being asked, fingers slow at my scalp, both of us quiet. Afterward we lay in bed, his arm across my chest, my face turned into his shoulder.
The doorbell rang.
He didn't move.
"That'll be the pizza, baby."
I lifted my head and looked at him.
He smiled without opening his eyes.
Morning, sport! Oof, thatās one nasty shiner. Gonna be difficult to explain that to everyone at work, huh? Donāt stress, little bud, Iām always here to help. Best approach is to just address the elephant in the room. Open up that laptop and bring it over here. Good boy. Okā¦ now letās just open up that email, address to the entire companyā¦ perfect aaaand good to go. Now letās see āSo that we do not have to keep addressing this, i want to just explain. Yes, i have a black eye. iām fine. It is due to my own carelessness. i forgot to pay my wifeās boyfriendās gym membership this month so he gave me a little reminder. Not that i will need it any time soon, as he went ahead and had me pay for the next five years up front. But in order to not let the lesson go to waste, He would like to extend the same offer to one lucky recipient of this email. Simply Reply All with your best insult to me and he will select one lucky winner to have their gym membership paid by me for the next 12 months.ā
I went ahead and BCCād me on there for you, sport. Itāll be great to check-in on all the responses throughout the day between fuck sessions with your wife. Weāll each pick our favorite and weāll talk it over at dinner tonight. Thinking the runner-up gets a shot at evening out your other eye. Ok, hit send and fuck off, tubby.
āHey roomie, these are the undies I caught you sucking on last weekend.Ā Iāve been in them all day and even wore them when I took a run this morning so they stink of my dick.Ā Since Iām such a great roomie, you can have them for the night but youāre gonna have to earn them first. Now, open your mouth, I gotta piss first.ā
Huh, thatās an interesting offer man.Ā
So youāll really keep my place clean, do my laundry and chores, run errands and grocery shop for me in exchange for getting shoved around a little and treated like shit?Ā
You got a deal. Kiss this bicep to seal it
Imagine how sweaty this sock is. All day Iāve been wearing it while Iāve been walking, gardening, jogging. It actually feels heavy, itās got so much of my sweat in.
Now take this sock, fag, and give me a show. Rub it over your face. Breathe in my stink. Get your dick hard and rub it with my dirty sweaty sock. Show me how much my feet turn you on.
Do a good job, and Iāll let you have the other sock. While Iām still wearing it.
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Master recently put a restriction on the faggot slaveās access to water to test its loyalty for the next week. The only water that the slave is able to drink is anything that have passed though Masterās body, in the form of sweat, piss and spit.Ā
The whole of today, Master have been out enjoying himself with his Straight buddies, leaving the slave parched and desperate for water. When Master returns, the slave pathetically begged Master at his feet for the privilege to lick up his foot sweat.
Master allowed, and slipped his foot out of his Nike Airs. The slave stooped down enthusiastically to lick all the nasty slime off Masterās rank feet, knowing that that is all it is going to get that night to quench its thirst.
Master stood aloof and conceited, as he felt the faggotās tongue lap all the dayās worth of sweat and dead skin. Feeling thirsty himself, he took a refreshing gulp of cool water from his water bottle, and then saying, āI cannot imagine stooping down to your level, fag. Sure is great to be straight! Cheersā
So you know your bfās hole is already addicted to my cockā¦ but i think his addiction now goes much further than just that. He finally buckled and told me how badly he needed to kiss me.
I told him I would love to spend the afternoon making out with him - and that I of course am a world-class kisser - but that certain things come with certain prices.
I told him I donāt just kiss fuckholes and flings, so if he wanted my tongue, heād have to admit to both of us that we had entered a deeper stage of our relationship. And I gave him the perfect means to do just that.
I told him that if he wanted to kiss me, heād become my boyfriend. And with that, we would be going away over thanksgiving together. If it all works out, as I believe it will, weāll also be going out of town over Christmas - back to his familyās home. Let him show off a real man to the family for once.
And while weāre out of town celebrating the holidays, I told him I want You locked in Your crate - the small one. Chastity secured, of course, as well as locked mittens and two extra thick diapers sealed in locked plastic panties to hold in all the waste you accumulate. Iāll be sure to fill up several hamster feeders of my piss and other fun concoctions for you to suck down, and they better all be empty by the time we return from enjoying our holidays, otherwise Iāll leave you right where you are and fill them all up again until they are.
As you can see, looks like youāll be spending the holidays very, very alone. Your ex-boyfriend is a great kisser, by the way!
Iām sorry fag itās just so funny. God, or evolution, or whatever made you literally the horniest sluttiest person Iāve ever met, but also gave you a fetish for chastity and denial? Like, Iāve never known anyone who is so constantly in heat like you. I swear I can feel it radiate out of you. How could I not laugh at your predicament? Youāre just fucking wired wrong.
Anyway, if you want to kiss this foot before you leave, youāll need to send me another hundred and agree to keep that cage on for another week. Sound good?
āIf This Turns You Onā¦ ā¦you are definitely not a man..but you might just be the perfect little faggot bitch to begin my training. Iāll start with you giving me blow jobs in my truck during lunch. If I like the service, Iāll demand a key to your place so I can start stopping by when I want more. You stock the place with my favorite drinks, pussy porn, & snacks, so even if youāre not there I can enjoy some nice relaxing stress relief, spraying my loads anywhere I want, but before you leave the house you always leave something for me, a sorry gift in case I show up and youāre not available for massage & cocksucking like a good fag should be. If itās not a good enough gift, Iāll make sure you know it. You hope to get to clean my place & do my laundry. Youāll even offer your own place so I can entertain buddies or a date while youāre cleaning my place. If Iām convinced youāre worth the bother, Iāll agree to bring over a weekās worth of dirty laundry on Friday afternoons, but I doubt Iāll let you have access to my home. A manās privacy is paramount. Youāre going to make sure my laundry is pressed perfectly & thereās a thank-you gift on top of the basket when I pick it up each Monday. You should also think about starting a tab at a nearby pub, so I could drop off my truck for you to wash & gas up after work each Friday & treat my friends from work to a round on you while you do it. If you want to earn privileges from me, you have to go the extra mile & be creative about making my life easy & fun. Thereās no reason for me to let you service me just because it turns you on. Make me want to use you, faggot. Reply if you are this submissive bitch.ā
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Anonymous Craigslist post
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If you're done with all the housework get on your knees and massage and kiss and sniff my sweaty socks faggot, don't fucking bother me with your stupid fag shit. You're just a convenience to me, nothing more, show your fucking respect asswipe.
Hey don't worry about it. We've got a faggot locker room attendant, he'll lick those cleats clean for you and then sniff all the stink out of your socks. It's the major part of his job, he does it every day after practice or a game. You can use him for anything else you want to use him for he's just a fucking pathetic faggot.
