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The Prison - Kwesny Diary in: The Master
🕑 Added 2022-09-01 00:35:58 +0000 UTCKwesny Diary - The Master
I couldn't believe a month had passed.
I'm still in this damn prison outfit.
Perhaps you must think that how can I stay so long with arms and legs confined in severe restraint without getting injured.
Imagine you are a disabled person who cannot move your legs and arms and depend on others to get around.
That's right.
You get used to it.
However I follow a daily routine.
I spend an average of two hours confined in prison clothes. I am released to the bathroom in contact time and went to a cage where I spend the night to sleep and stretch my legs for later as soon as I wake up I go back to prison clothes
Throughout the day I serve as an attraction for other prisoners.
Especially those who won the last fighting tournament.
In this case, it was the Red Scorpion Wing, champion of the tournament.
They gain prison privileges. In addition to being able to stay in the suites and enjoy the goodies and banquets, they can also have sex with the Nymphs Girls who are also prisoners but unlike us men, they are generally not restricted. They are beautiful free girls with little clothes who come to prison as volunteers and serve both us prisoners and guards.
I'll still talk about them.
However, I was taken to their suites and served as a sex toy for them as well as the champion red prisoners.
They abused me without being able to do anything.
In the midst of this mess the guards take me to the drawing room
Obviously someone was waiting for me and this time it was my Master.
His name is Dener.
or rather Mr Dener, Mrs Megan's husband, ma'am. Both are my masters.
Yes, I am submissive and Slave of a perverted fetishist couple.
And now my master is looking at me with a wide smile on his face.
- How is my Slave Prince? All right over here?
- I would. huh. - I complained about the clothes.
- Oohh sure. But from what I hear, you still have two more days to finish your penance. My gorgeous guy.
- he said smiling.
The master has a polished beardless face, a sharp nose, and a stern look with his blue eyes.
Always well scented.
He loves to wear tight clothes, especially ones that highlight his thighs and crotch. At the time, he is wearing tight leather pants, paired with boots, giving a terrible contrast to his dress shirt with tie and a thin long suit.
His appearance of a legitimate and elegant fetishist.
Despite his dominating air he always treated her very well and with tenderness.
He taught me to love to wear a leash and to go into delusions when he applies his bondage penance to me.
But in this case I really wanted to be free of prison clothes, and when he told me I still had two more days it gave me a distress.
However, he continued the conversation demonstrating that he had something more to say.
- I have a challenge for you, my beautiful Slave Prince.
You must participate in the next Prison fighting tournament.
I imagined this.
- If your team wins you can go home.
I didn't expect that.
And the master continued.
- well... if your team loses. Will stay here for another year. - he ended with a sadistic smile.
This one got me intrigued
- What if my team is in second place?
- Hmmmm... - thought the master. - six more months in prison here.
- Sounds reasonable to me. - I replied.
- Well.... the question is not only mine, beautiful prince. - Said the master.
- you to know that I always have a penance for you to fulfill.
- I imagined.
- Yes, of course and you must be prepared for your other prison outfit that I will decide together with its owner. But it won't be free so it's good to think about winning first place
I didn't dare put the master in context, but soon he spoke again.
- Do you want to stay two more days in your prison clothes or do you want to be free now?
- I can?
I got excited.
- Yes sure. But only if you taste my mast, the way I like it.
Said the master to unzip his tight pants and place his hard member pointed at me.
I knew what to do.
The point is, my master taught me to worship his member.
