As you undressed after the gym, you carefully removed your chastity cage and placed it in the secret compartment of your bag. Although you'd rather have worn it all of the time, being married made that impossible. Times like these, where you could wear it without your partner noticing, made your heart race, you couldn't ever remember feeling so horny. If only the girls checking you out at the gym knew that those extra sessions you'd been putting in recently weren't for their benefit, you wanted to impress your master. The green t-shirt you'd been wearing was the one he'd decided you'd wear to the workout, as were the grey shorts that he liked you in. It was to him that you'd be sending your progress pictures, his praise that mattered the most to you. For as long as you could remember, you'd be the strong, dependable one, but with him, it was different. Being objectified by him got you hornier than you could ever remember feeling before. Growing in all the places he wanted you to be bigger in made you feel like such a slut, you'd never been used to feeling like that before, until him. Now though, you accepted that was what you were, master's boy, master's slut.

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