Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2

or rather I did my bouncing and screaming with joy routine and he let me

sleep, this time at the foot of the bed, where he used me to prop up his

feet. I didn't mind, loving his degrading treatment, but also I hardly

noticed, I was so tired I just fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about

huge cocks ravaging my rubber bound body.

The next day I showered in the rubber suit and went to work still

wearing it. Daddy had said nothing about me getting out of it and asking

about it was right out. Having rested a bit (although my body was very

stiff and sore) I was able to do my work better, something my colleagues

remarked upon. This made me realize just how much I had embarrassed

myself the day before, stumbling around in haze of pain and lack of

sleep. Being better rested also did wonders for my libido, as did the

acute humiliation of wearing a rubber suit to work, even if the others

couldn't see I was wearing it. The day was spent trying not to squirm

from horniness and itching welts on my punished body.

In all Daddy kept me in the rubber suit for four days and when he took

it off me, he carried me into the shower. Here he had installed a bar to

which he tied my wrists so that my feet dangled a few inches off the

floor. He then washed me before entering me from the front. Feeling him

inside me made me squeal with real delight and I wrapped my legs around

him and savored his presence, even when our pelvises grinding together

meant that my trapped genitals were being squashed. As always I shouted

out how much I loved him and how I wanted him to screw me until I bled,

meaning every word of what I said. I was unable to cum, but the enforced

chastity had merely served to heighten my lust and making my whole body

a highly excitable erogenous zone. His every touch made me more and more

horny, but of course I was unable to cum, so the whole thing merely made

me more excitable, further fuelling my frustration and my dependence on