Cash Fag

The sub was licking my dirty trainers as if it were his last meal. “You’re fuckin’ pathetic little bitch.” It moaned and I nearly cringed at the sound. “Yes sir. Thank you sir.” Little bitch boys with tiny excuse for a dick like him didn’t deserve pleasure when they were serving their master.

“Foot rest, cunt.” I ordered. “Yes sir!” It was all too eager to do as I ask. “When do I get paid bitch?”

“Your check comes next Tuesday sir!”

“Tuesday!” I sneered, kicking the bitch over with my heel and watching him fall into his own fat with a sinister grin. “Thank you sir!” I loved putting bitches in their place. The sun was practically quivering underneath me and my nine inch fuck stick hardened at my clear superiority. This executive pig twenty years my senior had a plug in Its ass and my shoes on his back in a luxury apartment he booked until I told him I was ready to leave. “Go put on that outfit you bought earlier slut! I want to go shopping.” I ordered watching contently as he rushed to pull the maid outfit he’d purchased. “You look pathetic with your clit locked up in that skirt cunt. Now give me a twirl like a pretty girl would.” It flushed red, but knew better than to disobey me, only making my Alpha cock harder. “Good bitch.” I praised as he stood on his tiptoes to spin. “Stay behind me you fucking insignificant wallet.” With that I walked out the door, grabbing his car keys and  leaving the bitch to follow. 

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