Tied to the bed, legs spread eagle and arms outstretched above my head, my body lay exhausted and aching all over, my mind damn near delirious.
The key unlocking the bedroom door meant He had come back and I was so grateful when I heard the sound of the plate being laid on the dresser.
As He removed each of the dildos filling all three of my holes, He asked how many times, whore?
I think 24, Sir. I might have lost count.
My arms and legs were now free and finally after 2 hours on my back, I tried to stand on my wobbly legs. Stumbling to the dresser, I eagerly looked upon my plate.
Wings...fries...and an empty dipping cup. Oh god! I am so hungry!!
Never mind that there was no ketchup in the dipping cup. I was too famished to really pay that trivial little detail any mind. I simply dipped my fry in the ketchup/mayo mixture on Master's plate.
Oh...maybe I shouldn't have done that!
No! I don't think that's your sauce.
The look of shock and horror on my face had to be comical. All I wanted to do was continue shoving my face with food but the look on His face told me I better stop.
Now it all began to make sense. Picking up my plate and staring into that empty dipping cup, I understood all too well.
I was going to be dipping my fries alright but I wouldn't be using any condiment out of our fridge.
A slave should be thankful and never let any go to waste!
But with my food? Really?
I knelt at His feet, His cock hard and throbbing right in front of me. While gently stroking His balls with one hand and holding my plate in the other, I patiently waited for Him to deposit His load in my dipping cup. The whole time, I couldn't make up my mind if this was hot or humiliating.
Let's just say...
1 starving slave + cold fries + cold cum = fries all gone!