Children who are born as slaves always live almost identical lives.
Because their lives rarely change.
They grow up as slaves where they were born or abandoned, make other slaves there, and die there.
Even if the lord of the estate changes or the country changes, it’s the same.
Slaves are property, so regardless of “human” considerations, they usually spend their whole lives that way.
On the other hand, Riorem’s life had changed quite often.
His masters changed, and his affiliations changed.
Even now, his master doesn’t get angry or kill him.
“Again, once more. Will you say it… please?”
Riorem painfully moved his lips.
…He knew very well this was not the time to make any objections.
After all, he was caught stealing his master’s belongings and using them as he pleased.
Moreover, he hadn’t even used them for their intended purpose, but was rubbing his… dick on his master’s belongings. In a dark corner of the laundry room.
It was unreasonable not to lie flat on the ground.
But his master spoke as if all this was nothing, saying absurd things.
“Is it really that surprising? I just told you to do it right in front of me.”
“…So, what does that mean?”
Riorem was breathless.
He could understand why his master suddenly called him out late at night for a walk.
It was late at night, and he was just walking in the quiet garden of the Felbiche Palace, the quietest place in the production plant.
She didn’t call knights but just took him and a few maids for the walk.
That could be understood.
After the walk, she left only him in the room and entrusted him with washing her feet.
That was also natural.
Riorem was his master’s foot-washing slave.
At midnight, he took off the muddy woman’s shoes, washed her white, smooth feet inside stockings, wiped them carefully with a towel, and placed them on the bed — all his job.
However, he couldn’t understand why she didn’t get angry at him for doing more than just washing feet.
Since some time ago, whenever he washed those white, smooth feet, he felt a tingling in his lower abdomen and a heaviness inside his pants.
The fact that the woman whose feet — the dirtiest and most worn — were as clean as snow was his master… somehow excited him too much.
So, every time Riorem washed his master’s feet, his dick got rock hard.
The cloth clothes worn by slaves were terribly uncomfortable, but he forcibly pressed down his erect glans and hid exactly what he was thinking while washing his master’s feet.
If his disobedience had stopped there, he probably wouldn’t be bowing his head like this now.
In other words… if on the way back from washing his master’s feet at the well, the towel in his hand hadn’t caught his mind one day.
“You want me to explain?”
Then his master spoke in a voice mixed with laughter.
Riorem bowed his head tightly again.
His master was a cruel woman.
There were many masters who killed slaves, but there were hardly any masters who tormented so severely and drove them to death like this woman.
And that master was laughing now. It was chilling.
‘But why…’
Riorem glared at the flesh poking at his abs.
Because he was a disobedient slave who masturbated thinking of his master’s feet with the towel he used to wipe them?
Riorem’s penis was still erect at this very moment.
No, after his master squeezed him like choking a neck, it was only getting bigger.
‘Damn bastard.’
Riorem bit his teeth without realizing it.
There are many slaves who instinctively ejaculate before death, but there might be no one else who drips semen so vulgarly while waiting for death like him.
Watching him, his master whispered in a deep voice.
“Riorem.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to give you one more chance. So, will you crawl to me quickly?”
Still sitting on the stool without moving, his master said.
In the end, he had no choice but one thing.
Riorem crawled on his knees toward his master.
The laundry storage was dirty and damp, but he had no time to care.
Actually, Riorem himself was dirtying the laundry room.
Every step he took, drops of liquid fell from his trembling dick.
At first it was transparent, close to water, but at some point, it became thick and opaque with semen.
His master was probably watching this sight too.
But Riorem’s master said nothing. She just waited for him to crawl all the way.
Finally, Riorem reached his master’s knees.
Over the bowed head of Riorem on the floor, his master’s voice was heard.
“Lift your face.”
Riorem shivered in his shoulders.
Just listening to the voice with his forehead on the floor made his dick stand up.
Now she was telling him to look at her face.
But he couldn’t refuse.
You don’t even have the right to do that, and you’ve already defied your master’s wishes
It was a situation.
Riorem slowly raised his head.
The owner, wet with the dusky moonlight, was smiling as expected.
A smile that is as beautiful as a picture, but which is why no emotion can be clearly read.
The golden eyes, shining like jewels, moved slowly.
Soon, the center of the riorem was reflected in its eyes.
With bouncy ears vertically upright.
He’s looking at the owner.
At that moment, Riorem felt Zezzi sobbing and throwing up the nibbles.
The tail of the owner’s mouth went up gently.
“That’s, you’re moving well even though you didn’t ask.”
“How much longer do I have to wait, Riorem? In the first place… It’s just me.”
“I think it’s me.”
Tok.
Bare feet without shoes struck Riorem on his thigh.
Oh, no more.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Riorem took out what he had in his possession.
After the walk, he washed his feet and wet them
Wiped.
Soft and damp towels.
I wrapped it around my cage.
I buried the entire pillar in a towel and rubbed the skin.
Ugh
A wet cloth swirled around the riorem.
It seems like it’s tied up and can’t be moved
Silver, that physiological sensation shook Riorem’s waist.
His mysterious eyes twinkling under the moonlight are captured.
The owner didn’t chastise Riorem for his ugliness.
I just want my slave to rub his finger against the towel that washed my feet
I saw it.
For a moment, the foot on Riorem’s thigh pressed against his flesh.
Put it down.
Riorem bounced his waist with a soft sensation like a feather falling down.
“Baby, sir.
Riorem whispered as if chewing and spitting.
Unknowingly, the hand waving the pole became faster and faster.
The master did not answer; instead, with his soft, soft feet, he would make Riorem’s thighs
I’m starting to step on it.
Riorem struggled to hold his breath.
From the thigh to the calf where his owner’s foot touched.
On The lower half seemed to become stony.
White feet slid over the rock-heavy thigh muscles.
If the tough fabrics didn’t hold them back, Riorem would probably drop semen instead of sweat.
I might have spilled it.
“Ugh, uh… Ugh, lady……..
Riorem’s hands were constantly moving.
Everywhere the owner’s feet touched was heavy, weighed down by tension.
The power to support my body
It felt like the line was pulled tight like a bowstring.
Then the owner opened his mouth.
“Riorem.”
At just that word, everything that had been clumped together in Riorem was released in a lack of spirit.
“……!”
Both legs flinched on their own. A pillar of tension that had been tightly weighed down
It all burst through.
Riorem stopped his hand reflexively.
But it was too late.
The thick concentrated, lumped semen is the owner’s feet, pajamas, and shim
He splashed to his knees.
Despite committing such irreverence, Riorem did nothing.
Maybe it was because of the burst of what he endured and endured.
He forgot about his shame and took care of himself.
I was shaking.
It was a long time after Riorem’s reason came back.
Realizing what I had done, Riorem put his forehead on the floor.
Such a wicked man.
God, because a destructive and eccentric master can’t forgive.
Then the owner opened his mouth.
“It’s fun.”
“You’ve entertained me, so I’d be right to give you an award.”
With the words, his semen-stained feet lifted his chin.
“If you took notes with my towel, you must have thought of me.”
“So I’m going to give you permission for a body instead of a towel. Pick one Come on.”
“What?”
Riorem unwittingly asked back to his master.
Now, what, you’re gonna let me?