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“Dancers’ Changing Room Sweat-Slave” [Sweat] [Slave] [Bondage]
The last three summers, you had served as the sweat-slave of the dancers at the local swimming park. These dancers were young, about your age, and most of all they were hot. Both in the attracitveness sense, but also in the temperature sense. So they needed someone to clean their sweaty bodies between shows and cool them down.
-that “someone” was you...
The terms of the work-contract said you were to be bound and chained to the floor inside the dancers’ changing room next to the stage. During their breaks they would be able to enter and use you.
As you hear the door to the changing rooms creak open, you know the time has come.
Marie: “Heyyyyy, how has your morning been?”
Carrie: [Angry] “GET OUT OF THE WAY, MARIE!!! Can’t you see I’m in front of you in queue!?!?!? Read the fucking list!!! And now I’m gonna take my anger out on your little sweat-slave sweethart here, how do you feel about that??? I’m gonna lift my leg like this, then I’m just gonna sit riiiight now on his face, like this... Looks comfortable, doesn’t it? How come you never use this tool, Marie?”
Marie: [Starting to cry] “Well, you know I don’t like to- like- use him like that... I really like him, you know! Maybe you would like him too if you ever talked to him!”
Carrie: [Laughing] “Ahahah!! What!? No way. He is literally just. A. TOOOOOL!!! He is here to lick up our sweat- and nothing else. I really don’t see the problem with using a tool in the way it is intended to be used... Look, I can even just wiggle back and forth like this, you can hear the sweat squelching!
Okay, slave, keep licking! I need to be completely clean before the next show! And it’s only in 10 minutes, so hurry!”