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I am a spitton

 


Slave is used as a spit bar and forced to open mouth when dominatrix spits.

The slave must be willing to serve as a living object for anything the mistress requires, but he found it challenging to act as a moving ashtray, a living toilet, or even just a spitnap.

He is her spitting spittoon, according to the most recent challenge put forth by his dominatrix.

He must stop holding his hands so that she can spit into them while he must allow her to spit in his face and spit in front of other people.

Because it typically insults him, this is the worst form of slave humiliation.

Bastard, you are a miserable loose who is only here so that I can get my snot and my spit on you!," the dominatrix spits in the face of the useless slave, ordering him not to wipe it off.

When his dominatrix treats him with contempt both verbally and physically, the slave spits, which is both humiliating and exciting to him at the same time.

Since the slave functions as a living object even when being tramped upon, rather than just a flat carpet, the mistress is kept safe.

In order to prevent the mistress from getting her brand-new paint boots dirty, he occasionally has to lie down in the middle of the street in the muddy water.

She then uses him as her footing by stepping on him.

He receives the dominatrix's spit as payment, and of course he enjoys every drop in his spit bowl.

Woe to it when things start to go wrong and it starts to strike.

He has a piece of the dominatrix when she spits.

He likes it if it uses him as a spitman because he imagines that the spit, like the cunt juice, is something of his mistress, which makes him feel closer to her.

It also entails his slave training to be her recording for all of the dominatrix's distances, whether it be for her pee or caviar, her pussy juice or her spit.

The mistress would not have accepted him in any case, despite the fact that he feels particularly humiliated; perhaps this is only because he still harbors false moral beliefs and was shaped by a society in which he had no place; nevertheless, he will be grateful to her for this and will therefore put up with whatever she gives him and does.

She recently mentioned that she had chosen a nice tattoo for him so that she could mark him and make him visible to others. However, the dominatrix takes every opportunity to publicly humiliate it and present it, whether as a sputtering, living carpet or as poor sausages who insulted it.

He is aware that, in his capacity as a slave, he must do everything in his power to keep the mistress from becoming irritated, and he is also aware that his efforts are continually in vain.

He pays far too little attention to the lovely mistress and is instead preoccupied with admiring her long nylon legs and pleading to be allowed to see them.

As soon as he fails to correctly set the parking meter, the mistress is issued a ticket.

He deserves to get spit in the face for doing that.

She even once borrowed the slave from another mistress friend who needed a spit slave to work with him on a BDSM video.

Before finally going with him and being present while being filmed, the miserable loser had to fight and defend himself valiantly.

The slave was content because he couldn't have recorded this spitting video without his mistress.

He was allowed to be spit on by five spitting girls, and his mistress found it amusing how much pain he endured as the spit ran in streams over his face and naked body.

Despite this, the slave was unable to control an inappropriate erection that he had.

He understood that this would necessitate severe measures and penalties in the course of his slave education.

So it turned out.

The spanking he received from the mistress still hurts today.

His training in spitting was therefore extended by the mistress.

She said she would use him as a spittoon for a while until she could come up with a new use for him because he enjoyed having spit thrown in his face so much.

The slave thus continues to be used as a spitting living object.

We'll have to wait and see how long this humiliation stage of slavery lasts.

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