Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2014 11:35:49 -0500 (EST) From: bamaboi2serve Subject: Owned at Last 4 Owned at last 4 The slut on New Year's Day by bamaboi2serve There is no mail delivery on New Year's Day, yet there was male delivery, and there i was on my knees in my local PO, serving the PO guy who is my designated local Master-Trent Sir---, deep throating his big thick dick to the root. He had opened the branch up for a New Year's Eve special treatment...from me! Sir out West had told Him i would be like a bitch in heat if He worked my tits, so He had ordered me to bring a set of tit clamps connected by chain...the kind that tighten as the chain is pulled. And that is exactly what Trent Sir was doing as i swallowed his sword, pulling hard on the chain, stretching my tits and forcing me deeper onto his cock. As always, I had removed my own pants---i wore no underwear-and my own cock was leaking a steady stream of clear juice onto the floor, and i knew it would be my job to lick it up later. i was continuing to send packages to Sir, of course, trying to please Him with creative videos, and then sending Him the clothes and props used in the video. Earlier tonight, New Year's Eve, i had worn a skimpy muscle shirt---one onto which i had already pumped several loads---and produced another one on camera, telling Him how much He deserved to wear the shirt, that all of my things looked better on Him, and were therefore actually His clothes. After i came, i held out a sign with the new name He had given me. Yes, although "bamaboi2serve" is still my email, and is still the name associated with some long-standing accounts, He had dismissed that name in favor of "cover girl slut", and i signed all of my correspondence to Him with that name. It came from the previous photo assignment, in which He had told me to use lipstick on myself. In addition to using the red cosmetic on my actual lips, i also decorated my tits and the head of my slut cock. He liked the pics and video so much He renamed me on the spot. Cover girl slut i am. Back in the PO, i heard a knock on the door, despite the fact that the branch was closed. Trent Sir pushed me back against the rear of the space under the counter and went to the door. i heard Him greet someone, and then He returned to the stand at the counter where i promptly went back to work on his still hard cock. "Thanks for letting me in, Trent...what did you need me for? i mean, it is a holiday isn't it?" i heard the stranger ask, "It's not a holiday for my new cocksucker cover girl slut", He proclaimed. He went on to explain his deal with Master out West, and then pulled me out from under the counter, using the tit-clamp chain as a kind of leash. He dragged me into the mail sorting room and the guy He called Josh followed us. Trent Sir roughly pushed me to a saw-horse in the corner, forcing me to bend over it, my ass stuck up for use. "His main Master in Texas sent me this to train his hole at a new level...." He told Josh as He held out something i could not see, but immediately started to feel something resting at the entrance to my hole. From above, Sir Trent spit onto the place where the unseen object met my soon to be invaded hole....and Josh joined in too....spitting not only on that spot but into my hair and the back of my neck too. His mouth slime dripped around, gathering at my chin and onto the tongue Sir Trent told me to hold stick out. Soon enough, even without seeing it, i knew what Sir has sent. It was an ass plug, but one much larger than i had ever used before...it stretched my hole more and more and He applied more and more pressure...i didn't think it was going to work, my hole didn't feel like it would be able to open enough to accept it, but i felt Josh use his hands to pull my ass cheeks open wider and all of a sudden there was a sucking sound and the big cone shaped plug was absorbed into me. Then i was dragged, by the tit clamps, of course, back on my knees, where i saw Josh had dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, his thinner but longer-than-Sir-Trent cock was pointing at me. i didn't waste any time, but gobbled it down and started doing what i was meant to do. i was, after all, a born cocksucker. Texas Sir has talked about having that name tattooed somewhere on my body. Perhaps my forehead. It didn't take long for Josh to shoot into my willing mouth...nor for Trent Sir to take his place, using the Josh's cum as mouth lube as He pummeled my hole, again using the chain as a leash. My own leaking continued in the mail sorting room, and i glanced down at the gathering pond between my legs. As Trent Sir pounded my throat, Josh had moved to my back, and i suddenly felt the warm stream of his piss hitting the back of my head, traveling down my back, around the huge plug, splattering my legs and gathering in a pool around my knees. "Fuck!" i heard Sir Trent cry and He pushed all the way into me and dumped his cream directly to my stomach. i licked my lips when He pulled out, knowing better than to look at Him without being told to. i also knew i did not need to be ordered to start cleaning up after myself, and them. i began licking the now cooled piss and my own leaking pre-cum from the tile floor. Sir Trent and his friend Josh mocked me as i worked, calling me my new name---cover girl slut---and the names i had always answered to, even before them: cocksucker, fagot, bitch. When i finished the floor, Trent Sir kicked me to get me back out front to the counter, where the concrete floor had almost absorbed my earlier cum pool. Nonetheless i licked it over and over, getting whatever spooge i could into my worthless fag mouth. They were done with me, and i was kicked out of the Post Office into the cold outside. i managed to get my pants up before any cars came by. My mouth tasted like the grit from the floor, yet i still licked my lips. The huge new plug remained in my hole...Sir Trent had told me not to remove it until 3:00AM, three hours from now, i noted, as i could hear bells being rung and fireworks going off downtown. It was the New Year, and i was in my familiar role as a bitch slave serving any men who would have me. 2014 would be a great year. 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