My Master caught me off guard and hooded me. He took me into another room, put me on my knees and bound my arms to what had to be the cage. Interesting, usually I go in there, I thought to myself, while I could hear his footsteps leaving the room. I don't know how long passed until I hear the footsteps again. The light is bright when the hood is pulled off and I can't think for a second, but there's a thick juicy cock in front of me and I know what my purpose is for the day: oral servitude. With my arms bound, I can't use my hands at all, so this is all throat, tongue, suction and gag reflex control. I keep my mouth open for as long as can while he fucks my face like the worthless set of holes that I am. He just wants to use me to get off, that's it, no words are needed, just fucking my face until his balls are drained and he can go on about his day while I'm left there, waiting to be used again.
