I watch through the bars of my cage in the dungeon as my master fucks a bound submissive on the bed, my caged cock crushing itself against its chastity cage wishing it was me he was fucking. Pulling out I watch longingly as he walks up to me and slides his hard cock through the bars and without having to be told I happily take his cock in my mouth and begin to lick and suck it clean, tasting his cum and the subs ass. Opening the cage I crawl out and follow him naked on all fours as he leads me by my chain leash to the bed. Knowing exactly what to do I climb up onto the bed and lower my face to the tied subs exposed ass and bury my tongue deep inside. As my tongue moves around collecting all my master's cum I hear the sub moan as I stimulate him, without being ordered to stop I continue to eat his ass as his moans continue before he cums hard, his ass pushing suffocatingly into my face as he does.

As the sub is untied and the session finishes I begin my usual tasks and lick up his cum off the sheets. As the slave of a professional dom I have to clean up after every customer and prepare the dungeon for the next session before being locked back into my cage where I exist as a prop to make the dungeon feel more real. Sometimes I'm more involved in sessions, like today, clean up is the most common, being whipped is also normal, sometimes master will punish me as a warning to other subs, sometimes I'm tied up with the subs or they're locked in my cage with me, leaving us squished together, sometimes I'm used as a urinal during longer sessions, forced to drink fresh warm piss, sometimes I suck a clients cock, sometimes I even get fucked, those are the best days as I usually cum in my cage, the rest of the time I'm left frustrated and without relief. The best days though are the rare gangbangs that master hosts every few months, I'm passed around and fucked by so many, I normally don't need to cum for a week after those.

As I crawl back into my cage my master locks it and walks off, probably needing a break and to prepare for the next client, leaving me alone and horny, my cock straining in its cage desperate for release, to do nothing but wait and be a good prop.

I mostly live in the dungeon, I spend most of that time locked in my cage, most nights even sleeping in it, it's not cramped and I can easily turn in it but it's to small to stand up in, the most I can do is kneel or sit and if i beed to stretch out i have to slide my legs through the bars. Master takes me outside twice a day to go to the bathroom like a dog and once a day to feed me a meal, which I have to eat put of a dog bowl and once a week I'm allowed to wash myself so as not to smell to bad for clients, but other than that I'm locked in here. The only time I ever leave this room is when master has a day off and I'm taken to his house and normally chained by my permanent steel collar to the bed for the whole time. I enjoy those days not stuck in my cramped cage, where I get to sleep with master and have his full attention but that's only if I behave, otherwise he leaves me in my cage for days, alone, in the dark and without food or toilet breaks, leading to puddle of piss on the floor of my home, with just some water and a lightly vibrating plug to tease me the whole time, as I'm left like an object waiting for my owner to return, waiting to be brought out of storage to be used once again, the feeling only makimg me moan as I'm teased continuously.

For now I just curl up in my cage and rest and make sure I'm ready for the next session, eager to please my master and earn my time alone with him.

Several years earlier:

I stand outside the dungeon of the pro dom I'd booked, part of me thinks that I should cancel and leave, I am married after all, part of me wonders what my husband would do if he knew that I was doing this. I do love my husband, he is sweet and kind and does everything he can to make my life great, he spends loads of money on me, cooks me delicious meals, takes me on wonderful holidays, I owe him a lot. Then again my husband knows that I'm into bondage and being forced to submit to others but refuses to be my dom, instead only having vanilla sex with me, which I enjoy, he's an excellent lover but I need to be dominated and need to be forced, I need to be used, to be punished, to be roughly handled, to be insulted and humiliated. If he refuses to give me what I need then why shouldn't I find it elsewhere.

I knock on the door of the dungeon and a handsome but strict looking man opens it and guides me inside. He hands me a form to fill in.

"Just an agreement form saying that you are here of your own free will and consent to the session." I sign the document and follow him into the dungeon.

"Strip." I slowly remove my clothes for the stranger, the feeling of be exposed and stripping on command causes my cock to twitch.

"Kneel." I drop to my knees already feeling more excited than I do with my husband. He throws a collar onto the floor in front of me.

"Put it on slave." My hands tremble as I pick it up and put the leather collar around my neck and tighten it in place. I feel a sharp tug on the leash attached to it and I crawl up to the dom.

"Open your mouth you worm." I look up and hold my mouth open as he spits into it.

"Eat it you disgusting faggot." I swallow down his spit and smile back at him happy to be treated how my husband refuses to treat me. His hand grabs the back of my head and pushes it down to his boot.

"My boot needs cleaning." I put out my tongue as my face is pressed to his boot and start licking it clean, the taste of leather and small pieces of dirt filling my senses, the humiliation I'd be craving turning me on as I polish his shoes with my tongue. As I continue to clean his boots I feel his hands roughly grab my wrists and force them behind me as he closes a pair of handcuffs around them, locking them behind my back woth an echoing click and giving my ass a couple of hard slaps causing me to squeal helplessly and my cock to twitch. He lifts my head up and pulls out his cock and grabbing my hair pulls my face towards it.

"Suck on this you disgusting whore." His cock slides into my mouth as it is forced down my throat causing me to gag and choke as he moves my head up and down, my restrained hands flailing behind me uselessly as I'm helplessly slammed onto his cock over and over again, each time impaling my throat and blocking off my air supply. His cum quickly fills my mouth as he continues to choke me with his cock.

"Swallow it down you greedy pig." I do as I'm told and swallow his cum down hungrily. As he pulls out I cough and take deep breaths as he wipes his cock on my face. I feel a sudden slap across me face and look up at my dom.

"What do you say you ungrateful bitch?"

"Thankyou sir."

"Good slave." He gets up and leads me over to a small cage and opens it.

"Get in I need to make a quick phone call." I obediently crawl in, as I do my hard cock dangles humiliatingly on full display. As I turn the cage door is closed and locked. I look up at the dom as he pulls out his phone and takes a picture.

"What are yiu doing sir?" He smiles down at me coldly.

"You should have done a bit more research when you booked to see me. I know your husband, we're old friends. I just sent him a picture of you, naked, locked in a cage, covered in my cum and with a hard cock. I wonder what he'll think of that?" I grab the bars of my cage as I panickingly look up at the dom.

"Please don't, no."

"I already have. And it's please don't sir!" At this he picks up a cattleprod and jabs it through the bars into my side and I scream and crumple to the floor as a wave of painful shocks ripple through my body. I hear the sound of a notification and look up as he smiles sadisticly.

"He sent me a message. He says you can keep him, if the bitch really wants to be a pathetic ungrateful sex slave rather than my pampered and loved husband then so be it." He looks down at me with a delighted menacing look to him, as if a thousand ideas have come to him all at once and he can't wait to try them all on his new slave.

"I hope you enjoyed our session together because it looks like you're staying with me." I pull hard on the cages bars as he walks away smiling to himself.

"I'll let you get settled in, don't worry I'll be back later my kinky little slave." At this he switches the lights off and closes the door, with the sound of the bolt locking echoing in the darkness, leaving me to contemplate my fate.

Epilogue:

I stroke my cock as I watch the latest video of my ex husband sent by my friend. I watch as he is fucked by a paying stranger and then cleans his cock afterwards, never even leaving his cage.

What's funny is that I wasn't into all this weird bondage stuff until I started seeing my ex living the life they wanted. At first I thought that it was weird and messed up and didn't want anything to do with it but I've come to actually enjoy it and I'm currently exploring it with my new husband. Maybe we should pay my friend and my ex a visit.