Fiendish Confessions

This is a work of fiction written by my close friend W. We sometimes do this thing where I will masturbate while he describes a scenario I give him. On this particular day, I asked to him to imagine that he was my owned slave, with pierced nipples and penis, waking up early on Sunday morning to begin chores while my wife and I are sleeping in. I’ve chosen to share it not only because it’s a unique piece of carefully thought out fiction, but because it’s also a detailed snapshot of what I’m hoping to find as a regular part of my life. - Mr Meany Pants At 5AM I'm awoken to the odd electric buzz of the electric bolt of the cage door going off. It's a good way to start the morning because I've got 30 seconds to get out before the cage door relocks and if it does I am in deep trouble. I'm a bit groggy but I get out of the cage and immediately turn around to set my bed in order, such as it is. Since I'm in a spare room that night, this consists of putting the cage up