A prayer of humble access

This prayer seemed well suited to adaptation for Master in anticipation of His return:

Thy slave does not presume to come to this Thy Body (O merciful Master) trusting in his own righteousness, but in Thy manifold and great mercies. Thy slave be not worthy so much as to gather up the crumbs under Thy Table. But Thou art the same Master whose property is always to have mercy: Grant Thy slave therefore, gracious Master, so to eat the flesh of Thy dear Cock and Ass and to drink Thy Cum, in these holy Mysteries, that he may continually dwell in Thou, and Thou in him, that his body may be made clean by Thy Cock and Ass, and his soul washed through Thy most precious Cum. Amen.

A Prayer

Master, Your slave longs to be in Your presence,
To kneel at Your feet,
To feel your penetrating stare,
To worship Your cock,
To taste Your sweet asshole, and
To offer this mouth, this cumhole, this body for Your pleasure.
Let Your slave's balls swell with boycum until such time Your boy is worthy of release.
Discipline Your slave with beatings and encourage him to cross into new thresholds of pain.
Redirect Your boy when he fails you.
Teach Your boy new ways to honor You with sacrifice and humility.

Caged again

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Realizing my place

This slave has slept on the floor at the foot of his Master's bed for almost a week now. This slave has adjusted to a routine of pulling out his sleeping bag from under the bed when it is time to sleep and storing the bag underneath the bed when rising in the morning. 

Yesterday, i admitted to Master that i might be experiencing some separation anxiety. i did not mean it as a complaint. It is hard to break a more than 10-year habit of  sleeping in the same bed with my husband. When i made the commitment to become a slave to my Master and husband, i knew that it would mean accepting and obeying rules that would challenge me.

This slave knows that his Master sleeps better in a bed where He can stretch out. From my place on the floor, this slave is beginning to view and appreciate Master's bed as a sacred space. Master must invite me into His space before i can enter it. This restricted space reinforces for me that i am not to choose when to please and serve Master. Master has complete authority.

Master exercised His authority last night after midnight last night. I was awakened on the floor by Master's voice from the bed, "boy, get up and worship your Master's cock."

"Yes Master," i replied. As this slave rose to bed, i saw my Master was ready for me. He had pulled the bed cover back to reveal His already hardened cock. As i laid across the bed to give pleasure to my Master, He asked, "boy, you realize that to worship my cock is a privilege?"

"Yes Master," i said before wrapping my lips around his now throbbing penis.  It felt like it had been so long. For that reason, i took my time to please Master. i did not want Master to cum too quickly. i wanted to savor every moment in service to my Master. When Master came, He held my head on His cock as He exploded in my mouth and throat. i stroked His genitals well past His orgasm to ensure that no drop of His precious semen escaped my hungry mouth. When He was completely drained, Master informed, "you are dismissed."

"Thank You Master." And with that i returned to sleep on the floor. This slave was thankful to have pleased Master, thankful to know that his own arousal was prevented due to enforcement of His slave's chastity, and thankful to know his place in Master's world.