Cuckslave is Returned to Mistress

As a reward for a day of whoring for Master I was allowed to have a shower.

It was one of the more enjoyable parts of the day and I felt invigorated.

"So you want a burger, Bimbo?" said Master when I returned to the main room wrapped in a towel.

"Yes please Master. I'm very hungry."

"Get dressed. I'll walk you over to the service area."

Gulp! I'd imagined Master would bring food to the room.

Considering I'd packed only slutwear, and the motorway services would be packed with hungry mouths, public humiliation was inevitable. To Burger King's credit, even though I knew deep down it would be disappointing, the lure of a Whopper with cheese was almost quashing my dread.

"Yes Master"

Walking through the brightly lit food court in a miniskirt and heels was severely embarrassing. I didn't even have makeup to hide behind.

I was thankful for the possessive hand on my arse, showing I was just a sex doll. It didn't matter what anyone else thought. My only function was to serve my Master. It's what Mistress wanted.

There were a lot of disparaging looks but the main thing on my mind as we walked was hope the seams on my stockings were straight.

Master made me sit on a high stool to eat my dinner, making sure I was on display. I was too grateful for the food to care. Likewise when he took me into M&S for a big bottle of real water, not the chemical cocktail that comes from a sewage treatment plant.

When we walked back to the motel Master insisted we detour through the lorry park. My clicking heels and whoreish attire earned me two whistles and a "Dirty fucking slut".

In the room Master sat on the desk chair and had me kneel between his legs to suck him off. I stroked his immense girth with one hand and tugged his big balls with the other, my tongue working overtime on the underside of his smooth tip. As his goo slid down my throat to join the sludge of mechanically reclaimed dead cow in my stomach, I realised I'd hardly been thinking about what I was doing. Instead of fizzling with erotic excitement at my depravity, dressed like a tart with a truly massive cock in my mouth, my brain was miles away, marvelling at the physics of buoyancy and how gazillion tonne cargo ships don't just sink.

Was I getting bored of Bimbo? Or was I just, literally, shagged out?

Master said I seemed wiped out from my busy day so I went with that. He said he had some stuff he could do so would give me some rest.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours to fuck you."

"Yes Master"

As soon as he left I sent a message to Mistress asking if she was having a good time, not expecting a reply but hoping. Amazingly she responded quickly.

'Had a lovely day. Very sexy! Dave had me sitting on his hard cock in the hot tub and he stuck it in me in the steam room. He fucked me properly as soon as we got back to our room. I came twice! My sissy husband has never achieved that. In restaurant now then back to room for more sex. Hope my dirty little Bimbo is serving well and enjoying it. Look forward to seeing you tomorrow xxx'

I replied with how jealous of Dave I was and how thoroughly used I'd been, but I knew I wouldn't get a response.

Most of the evening was spent gawping at the tv, taking in none of it while my brain tried to figure out what I wanted. I loved serving Mistress and enjoyed the shameful attire, the depravity of sucking cock and being fucked, but it was purely cerebral. I could suck and fuck for 24 hours but it wouldn't make me cum. Should I accept the lack of pleasure as part of my humiliation? Or should I accept I wasn't cut out to be a true sex slave?

I couldn't decide and thinking about it was getting me nowhere.

Bimbo had duties to perform.

I removed my skirt and blouse and struggled into a pink rubber minidress, pulling sheer, black, cum-stained hold-ups over my legs, hoping the slutty contrast would excite Master enough to shorten the sodomy I knew was coming.

When he returned he seemed pleased, telling me my sluttishness knew no bounds.

"Crawl over here, Bimbo."

"Yes Master"

His belt clattered onto the floor as I approached and his mighty phallus was waiting for me, incredibly erotic in its half arousal. I was naturally compelled to open my mouth and stick out my tongue, looking up at Master like a puppy.

"Dirty cockwhore! Make me hard." he said and I obeyed.

My sucking did indeed make his whopper very hard. I was impressed by, and jealous of, his ability to get erections so often even though his balls were kept well drained.

My jaw had been aching for about five minutes when Master pulled out and told me to lube his throbbing gristle. Once the huge dong was shining and slippery beneath my fingers he stood me up, span me round and lifted me onto the edge of the bed, dumping me down on my knees and elbows. The rubber felt so tight across my arse, reminding me of the times Mistress would wear skintight latex for me. Her gorgeous body looked and felt sensational, erotic and exciting, sexual perfection that many people never encounter. A fleeting pang of sadness stabbed my heart, knowing those days were probably gone. Then jealousy started to rise, knowing Mistress wouldn't hesitate to wear a rubber catsuit for her lover if he asked her to.

My reverie was shattered by Master's massive helmet stretching open my well-used sluthole.

"Still nice and tight even after four cocks, my little slut." said Master, slowly filling me with meat.

The discomfort passed quickly and I was soon sliding myself back and forth along the rigid pole, hoping to feel Master unload into me as soon as possible.

"Fuck me, Master. Fill me with cum." I whimpered, encouraging his release.

Unfortunately for me his staying power was amplified by the sucking I gave him earlier. He put me in so many positions I lost count and fucked me for at least half an hour. I was shattered and couldn't even feign enjoyment by the end. He eventually had me kneel at his feet and give him a lubed wank until his cum splashed my face and dripped down my rubber dress.

Master told me he'd collect me at 7am to take me home. I flopped onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately, still wrapped in pink latex.

Master dropped me home around 7:30 am. "I'm pleased with you, Bimbo. I'll be pimping you out again."

"Yes Master. Thank you Master."

I hastened from his car to my front door, successfully avoiding any neighbours, and went inside. Mistress wouldn't be home for at least a couple of hours so I peeled off the skin tight dress and stockings and got in the shower. 20 mins later I was asleep on our marital bed.

I was woken by the sound of the front door closing.

"Hi" called Mistress, unsure if she'd get any response.

"Hello." I called back.

Mistress came upstairs to find me naked on our bed.

"I dozed off, Mistress. Sorry."

"Are you tired from your naughty adventure?"

"Yes Mistress"

"I hope you showered before getting on the bed!"

"Of course, Mistress. I know your expectations."

"I'm going to have a very quick shower then we can doze together for an hour."

"That will be wonderful Mistress."

"I have a little treat for you first."

Mistress pulled her flimsy summer dress over her head, leaving her naked apart from her trainer socks. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest, her well-used pussy inches from my face. A thick wad of cum was oozing out of her.

"Dave fucked me just before we checked out. I've brought you breakfast." she smiled, shuffling forward until my tongue lapped her waxed lips. "I've been keeping it warm for you. What do you say?"

"Thank you Mistress, you're very generou..."

She let go and flooded my mouth with her lover's cum, my groans of submissive delight muffled by her grinding pussy.

"Good little whore." said Mistress as she climbed off, slapping my throbbing hard on.

"Thank you Mistress"

Over the next few weeks Mistress went out with Dave most Saturday nights as well as having sex with him in our bed every Wednesday afternoon.

It was a Saturday when I was waiting for Mistress to return home from her fuck date with Dave. As always she'd instructed me to dress like a slut and perform some chores, one of which was to shine her collection of sexy footwear. I was deep in submission when she returned, on my knees in a corner, hoping I'd pleased her.

"Come and sit here, Bimbo." she said, patting the sofa beside her. "I have some news."

My heart pounded.

"Dave told me he loved me and wants me to go to live with him."

A wave of nausea crashed through me, utter dread draining the blood from my face. I felt my throat constrict and tears forming.

"So I had to tell him I couldn't see him anymore."

The elation and relief were even more powerful than the fear and I gushed my relief.

"Did you think I was going to tell you I'd accepted his offer?" Mistress laughed.

"I never take you for granted Mistress."

"I love you. I can get another big cock but I wouldn't want another husband, even if mine is a sissy bimbo." she smiled.

"I love you too Mistress. More than anything."

"I know you do."