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When The Master Is Away free porn video
As soon as I set foot in my home after work I frantically text Master.
The cloth diaper I've been wearing all day is at its limit. Being a work
day, I've been wearing a thinner, more discrete insert and I fear it will
not last much longer. Not to mention the discomfort of having worn a wet
diaper for hours.
Please, come over and change me! It can't wait any longer.
I contemplate breaking the rules and changing it myself. I'm worried
about leaks, I'm uncomfortable, the thrill of this game is starting to
wear off. It's almost like Master can read my mind, I get a text back.
Don't do anything dumb. You know I can't come over until later this
evening. leave your door unlocked and change out of your work clothes and
into something suitable for a guest. I'll get somebody to take care of
it.
I do as he asked and unlock the door, I go to my room and contemplate the
best thing to change into. Foolishly, when I started down the path of
being a trans slut for my master, I thought it would simplify my life. I
thought I would always be told what to do and think. It turns out theres
much more guessing involved, and guessing wrong can end up with a
punishment. Whoever is coming over knows they will be changing a diaper.
Do they know I'm passable? Do they expect an adult baby in a onesy?
I remember master once telling me "Everybody likes a slut," and decide
dressing like one is the safest bet. The sheer black stockings I've been
wearing under my work clothes will do fine, so I leave them on. I change
my dockers for a pleated micro skirt and wear a simple bustie that pushes
my tiny tits together, creating some fairly convincing cleavage. I
quickly put on minimal makeup, light foundation, some eye liner and
lipstick. I do my best to get as pretty as possible but my mind is
occupied. I wonder if I the person Master has sent is somebody I've met
before. Maybe it's Kevin, he's so nice. He knows where the key to my
chastity cage is and he enjoys letting me out as much as I enjoy him
doing it.
I have no time to choose footwear before I hear the door open, I quickly
walk into the living room, unsure of where to stand. I briefly imagine
what the person on the other side of the door will see: a tart in a saggy
diaper. How humiliating.
As per masters rules, If my eyes are above a mans belt line, I must keep
my gaze below his chest. If I'm below a mans belt line, obviously eye
contact is appreciated. Since I'm standing, I cannot see the mans face
but it is clear he is dressed well. He is quite tall and appears to be in
at least fairly decent shape. From the look of his hands he is older,
though far from old.
"I'm supposed to change you," he says.
"Yes please," I beg.
"I don't feel like it," he tells me as he unbuttons his dress shirt,
revealing his hairy chest as he moves across the room, standing right in
front of the living room chair.
"Make me feel like it."
I'm pretty sure I know what he wants, and I know I can finish him
quickly. It's times like these I'm glad Master trained me to be a world
class cocksucker. Skipping as much fawning as I can, I start to suck his
nipples as I work the fastener on his belt. I pull his underwear down
with his slacks, exposing his flaccid dick. It's girth is impressive,
nearing problematic if he expects me to suck him off without the help of
my hands.
He sits and my heart leaps as I quickly kneel. Keeping my gaze down. I
was swift in my movement, I'm certain my head was never above his, so he
will have nothing bad to report back to Master. Kneeling on my knees, my
very wet diaper squishes above my heels.
"Take off my shoes, I'd like to feel welcome here," he commands.
Months ago I would've rolled my eyes at a demand like that, but I've been
trained well now. I gently but quickly untie his laces, remove his shoes,
and neatly place them beside the chair. I take the slacks that are pooled
around his feet, quickly fold them so they don't wrinkle and place them
next to the shoes. He removes his dress shirt and lays it across the
table next to the chair. Finally I place his underwear on top of the
slacks and look back up to the task at hand. Beyond his weighty, hanging
balls and thick cock I see his face. His blue eyes are very kind, face
completely shaven and neat, short hair.
If I weren't so determined to get this diaper changed quickly, I would
not mind spending more time with this man, but I have a blowjob to do.
Without ceremony, I take one of his large testicles in my mouth and
release it with a loud sucking sound. I try to lick my way up his
hardening shaft to suck him, but he pushes my head down further. I
suppose he must really enjoy having his balls sucked, so I start to take
the other testicle in my mouth. Instead, he keeps pushing my head down
further, and slides himself closer to the edge of the chair.
A rimjob. He wants a rimjob. Whatever gets me out of this diaper fastest
I tell myself. This is not the time to argue. With a gentle pointed
tongue, I make slow circles around his rosebud increasing and decreasing
speed. I start to nibble my way up his perineum toward his balls, and
zigzag my tongue back down to his hole. I grab the base of his now erect
cock. I'm still shocked at the girth. Making my tongue wide and flat, I
lap greedily at his asshole and up his perineum. After a few moments, I
point my tongue and tonguefuck his asshole and I squeeze his shaft. My
hand and tongue movements are slight, but I know he will soon erupt.
Suddenly he pushes me away and stands.
"get on all fours," he tells me.
I comply. He moves behind me and flips my tiny skirt over the small of my
back. He grabs the snaps of the diaper on each hip. Quickly, he tears
both sides away and my diaper is undone. I sigh with relief. My small
metal chastity cage hangs a bit lower now with no diaper to support it.
I keep my gaze straight ahead at the floor as I hear him walk over to the
changing supplies. He grabs the baby wipes and tosses them at my head,
along with some diaper rash cream. I take one of the wipes out and begin
cleaning my backside. I hear him throw the used diaper insert into the
diaper bin and he tosses the plastic diaper shell at me as well as a
clean insert. As I'm cleaning myself as best as I can, sitting doggy-
style and resting on one forearm, I hear squeeze some lube into his hand.
I freeze in fear. *He's going to fuck me* I realize. I'm near tears
thinking about how he's going to ram that hog leg into my asshole. It's a
pain. the men Master sends to me have a nasty habit of skipping the
foreplay.
I feel him prod my ass, and as he slides in I realize it's just a finger.
I whimper a, "Thank you, Sir," to him, so relieved that he is going to
loosen me up first.
Only after I had uttered those words did I realize he didn't know what I
was worried about. To him, I was just a greedy slut happy to have her ass
filled.
He chuckles.
"Oh I'm going to give you something to really be grateful for. Finish
cleaning up now."
I take a new baby wipe and start wiping around my chastity cage, then
grab the diaper rash cream and start applying, trying my best to get
between my small ballsack and the chastity cage. The man didn't like
this. With a sharp swat of my ass he barks "Stop playing with yourself.
Where are your condoms?"
I tell him I have some in the handbag on the table where he laid his
shirt. he walks over and dumps all of the contents on the table and grabs
a condom from the pile. Leaving my lipstick, compact, cough drops and so
on, for me to clean up later.
Somehow I find this to be the most humiliating thing that has happened so
far. I've had every inch of my body, inside and out, prodded by
strangers. Never once did any of them go through my personal items, and
to do so without so much as glancing my way to trade expressions.
He unrolls the condom and begins fucking me as I do my best to wipe down
the piss-soaked diaper shell and snap in a new insert. A task that
would've taken seconds takes several minutes, as I'm jarred back and
forth as he slams my hips down on his cock. Finally I finish and set it
aside. I realize I now can actually enjoy the attention this man is
giving me. I moan and move to meet his thrusts, we are now fucking
instead of him simply fucking me.
My enjoyment gets him too close to the edge, he pulls out suddenly my
asshole, not expecting this change, stays relaxed and gaping. He rips off
the condom and tosses it at the back of my head.
"Roll over," he commands. I do as he says. He takes the diaper I've
assembled from beside my head and places it underneath my hips and
refastens the snaps. Briefly, I'm relieved that it's over. Then, I
realize it cannot be over, he still hasn't come. Surely he will not leave
until he has finished that.
I'm right. He sits back in the chair and tells me, "You may suck me off
now." I crawl over and take him into my mouth, using my right hand to
jerk off the base of his cock and doing to best I can to keep my teeth
covered as I try to take as much of this cock with the girth of a coffee
cup as I possibly can.
It takes very little time before he holds my head down and pumps shot
after shot of cum inside of me. I swallow with each pulse like a good
girl.
We both stand, my gaze returning back to his feet.
"Thanks, I just gotta take a piss and get dressed and I'm out of here,
I'll be sure and tell your boss or whatever how great of a fuck you are.
Totally worth having to change your piss pants you weird little fucker!"
"The bathroom is just through that door," I say as I point down the short
hallway.
He laughs. "That's not what I meant," he says as he walks behind me and
flips up my skirt once more as he shoves his flaccid dick in the
waistband of my diaper. I feel his hot piss splashing against my
asscheeks and running down the crack as it pools at the bottom. After
what feels like ages, he finishes up, pulls out his dick, and wipes it on
my skirt.
I bend over to grab his trousers and underwear as he puts his shirt back
on. He grabs them from me, puts them on and sits once more in the chair.
I kneel down and take his socks and shoes from next to the chair and help
him put them on as he fastens the buttons on his shirt.
He stands and leaves, letting the door fall shut on his way out. I'm
kneeling by the chair once again in a diaper full of piss only this time
it isn't even my own. I sob as I start to reassemble my handbag and wait
for Master to come change me.
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