We had been in ourpresent predicament for about a half hour as far as I could tell. Everyonce in a while she would make a purring sound as I kissed an... lickedass. I felt sorry for her. She was stretched very tightly to the fourposts of the bed, and with the ring gag in her mouth; she was unable tocommunicate with me. At least my mouth was free to ask questions, andget a positive or negative grunt.I told her to grunt once for a yes, and twice for a no. I also askedher to give me one long grunt;. He was a young man,he walked up and they began to talk then handing her some money.She is a hooker I thought and she was using my backyard,now I was wondering what I should do. I couldn't help but watch as she pulled his pants down and started stroking his cock eventually taking him in her mouth.He was looking around and face fucking her while she had her hands on his butt. This went on for ten minutes or so until he came in her mouth then turning and spitting on the ground. The man pulled up. Ismy sidles up tothe female urinal and does the squatty thing. I grab an availabledouche bag and insert the tip into my sissy hole and let the liquidwork its way up. I take a spermicide wipe and carefully clean my cage,and gargle, once again with some mouthwash. At least it isn't Irmy'ssissy cream, this time. It suddenly feels very domestic. Couplespeeing in the same bathroom. I grab some 'emergency' makeup from thevanity and fix my face up a little bit in the mirror, while I continuethe. So I can't forget what I am - a slave. I see myself, nude, collared and cuffed. I can't remember a time when I was anything but this.The woman pulls my leash. I know from being trained that I am to fall to my knees without argument. I think maybe she is my new owner, but then I realize she is wearing a collar as well. She must be a slave, but a higher ranking one than me. Still, I know my place. I hit the ground and I spread my legs, wide as they can go."A slave must always be spread for.