Bound

I have been watching some great movies lately. Like old american history movies..when you know what I mean.. :) Mud bound. I can't stop thinking about it..I wish so much for the old times to be reinacted. So I could serve all day. Naked.
I wish my ankles to be bound to a wooden shelter outside the house..and I'd be at my owners' grace..for anything. My life depending on it, so I can do better and approve my services from time to time. Learning. Hoping for a drop of rain to drink from the tins, lined up under the open sky. Unreachable.
You guys, this can not be my wish alone? I swear I'll be good. I wouldn't run away :) I would only be grateful for training, to improve my abilities, my feet stretched with ropes, legs spread wide open for any guests my owner might have over..in the mood for a hole I'd offer anytime. My titties in a tight rope, pulled. Oh I need those bigger tits done.
I look exausted and messy but still smile from the bottom of my heart, because my pain, my endurance, my decisions, my habits and my existence..are all his.
I know my place.
Just don't make me fuck my former colleagues..they stink. These toothless dirty pigs of flesh..they don't handle themselves well.
I am looking forward and dread the numbness winter will bring, when I kneel down to offer my greedy throat, longing for a drop of cum..thankful yet for some piss to drink..someone merciful might leave with me, as I shiver from head to toe.
My slapped face bruised, as are my knees and nipples from rubbing on the concrete.
Gratefulness coming over me, from serving all the white cocks passing by.
My pleasure.