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He slowly pulled out, but kept holding you firmly. As his cock slid out of your butthole, you felt empty. Your heart was racing, but your brain was foggy and sluggish. You just knew you needed more of him. He gently caressed your empty hole, which was slowly dripping with his cum. It felt so good! "Master, I crave your cum. I want to feel it inside me, on me, everywhere." The words just slipped out of your mouth; you couldn't help it. He smiled at you. "Sir, I'm yours completely. I don't want anything but to serve you." It felt so natural to speak this truth—what a relief, what a soothing thing. He grabbed your chastity cage and cradled it in his strong, firm hands. The feeling was overwhelming. You longed for nothing more than to please him. Your little, foggy brain was too small to comprehend it, but you knew it was right. "I'm so grateful you chose me, Master. I'm so proud to be your property. You own me so well."

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Your guardian took some lube and spread it slowly and gently over his cock. Your whole entire body tensed up, but your asshole became soft and relaxed. Your brain chip made your heart race, you were sweating, and your breathing was shallow and rapid. Whether you wanted to or not, your legs spread a little wider, your arms fell to the table on either side of your head, and you found yourself unable to move even slightly. Ben looked at you, satisfied and aroused: "valuable, decent, and capable." Then he thrust his manhood into you.

You felt him penetrate, stretching your eager hole. Arousal washed through you, running down your ass cheeks, up your legs, causing your thighs to part, your knees to open, your feet to tremble. With each of his thrusts, your body shook more violently. Your ass felt like it was burning up, but all you wanted was for it to hurt even more. With every thrust, he went deeper inside you. You moaned with pleasure.

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Ben Stavinsky sat in his office, slouched in his armchair, a tablet computer in his hand. His jacket was unbuttoned, his tie loosened. You could see his fine suit trousers straining over the bulge in his crotch.

Number 403 walked confidently over to him, knelt before him, and then bent forward so that his buttocks were pointing up in the air and his lips touched Ben's elegant leather slippers. You did the same, so that you were both on the floor side by side before your master. "You may go," Mr Stavinsky said to the kitchen boy, who quietly withdrew. Then he commanded you, "Look here!" and picked up his tablet.

"In doing so, we must always be extremely careful and make sure we don't put ourselves in danger!", you heard yourself say, and you saw a crystal-clear video recording of the moment when you were sitting at the kitchen table with the houseboy.

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