Slut House (Text Is Fixed)

In the center of the cramped mudroom, next to a jumble of dirty shoes, lays a slender blonde woman, splayed across the tile floor. She's wearing a racy getup: just a tiny crop top and short booty shorts. Her mouth is half open, her empty gaze staring at the ceiling. It's been five days since Master has used the mudroom entrance. Five days since this woman has felt anything but profound emptiness in her heart. Her purpose in life? She doesn't remember. Hopes? Dreams? She doesn't even understand what those are. All she knows is that she MUST stay in this room, no matter what. But suddenly, the entrance door swings open. The woman jolts awake. Dazed and delirious, the woman stutters and sputters as she looks up at the man before her. "Blhhghhh...wh-whaaa...ughhh...mmm. Mmmhhh! M-M-M-MASTER♥!" Her eyes go wide with exuberance. Finally, she remembers. Her purpose in life, her reason to exist: to be Master's little slut. "Master! You have no stopped by much in days! Missed you very very very much~!" The slut scrambles towards her Master, kneeling down before him. She reaches up to grab his waist for balance, her mind still woozy from her days-long stupor. As her gaze drifts to his crotch, she freezes, drool starting to leak out of her mouth. Her eyes stay glued to his crotch as her hands instinctively reach down to stroke herself through her panties. "C-C-Ckchshchssshhh...Can me taste, Master? Me want to taste you soooo bad♥. Pleeeasszzhhe~?"