Domination Island Part 5

The only other peer contact he'd had so far was with
another male slave he'd managed to whisper to in town a
few weeks back. They'd been tethered to a horse-rail
outside a beauty parlour and he'd discovered quite a few
things before they were overheard by their Dommes and
silenced. There were three main reasons why the shemales
fed them like that. One of the reasons was to keep them
weak enough to easily dominate. Another was for
economical purposes, and the final reason was that it was
sexually convenient. So to all intents and purposes he
and all the other slaves were being kept alive by the
high protein content of their captors' spunk.
He also learned that day why his voice could no longer be
raised above the level of whisper. It was because of the
constant pounding their throats and their vocal cords
took.
`Fuckface!' Serena's voice called from the other side of
the door.
There came the sound of bolts being drawn back, and
bright light stung his eyes as the cupboard door opened.
`Yes, Mistress,' he replied meekly.
`I need you now,' she demanded, unlocking his chains and
dragging him out.
She wore a white negligee, with her semi-hard penis
dangling between her strong, brown thighs.
`I can't sleep,' she explained, hauling him into her
bedroom.
The time on her bedside clock said four-thirteen am.
She threw off the negligee and slumped face-down onto her
bed.
He knew what to do, had done it countless times before.
Once he hadn't done it precisely how she liked it so by
way of punishment had secured his head to the dressing
table stool and sat on his face and suffocated him for
the best part of the entire evening. He got it right
after that.
He remained kneeling and began kissing her feet, sucking
each manicured and purple-varnished toe. Small moans
emanated from the Amazon shemale's throat as his mouth
slowly and carefully worked it's obedient way up her legs
to her chocolate-coloured muscled thighs.
`Kiss my ass,' she groaned throatily.