Confession Of A Sex Butler

Dear Sir,

I have a confession to make. For the longest time, I have the strongest desire to become a sex butler. The idea of sex butlership is very enticing for me. It’s like service to the guests but in a dignified and respectful way and yet humiliating at the same time as I am nothing but a sex servant at your disposal - the juxtaposition is what turns me on so much.

Throughout the evening, I am required to suit up in a full butler's attire complete with over-the-calf silk socks, white gloves and opera pumps. I shall be waiting in line to serve you and your guests the entire time - pouring whiskey, serving food, clearing the table, servicing and attending to the needs and wants of each and every guest.

You and your distinguished guests will be impeccably dressed in suits, sheer socks and vintage loafers and smoking cigars all night.

And as I go round the table pouring and serving drinks, your guests would take turns to molest and feel me up as and when they please while I quietly do my job without questioning. My body is at their complete disposal, Sir.

I will be forced to wear a silicone mask with a gag underneath as I am not worthy enough to show my real face nor to speak. My main purpose is to serve.

And at the end of the night when dinner is over, you and your distinguished guests will sit back and relax on the couch - feet up on the coffee table.  You will order me to remove all your loafers and sniff your manly sheer socked feet one by one while licking, sucking and deepthroating every toe until you tell me to stop.

And while I work, you and your guests will pay me no attention. You will ignore me as I am just an object or a nondescript piece of furniture. You will place your feet on my back, my ass, my face and mouth as you and your guests so please.

And no matter how turned on I am, I am not allowed, at any point in time, to touch myself nor feel my hard dripping cock. In fact, as you and your guests get more intoxicated with alcohol towards the late night, you order me to service your horny guests by fellating them, or tell them to sodomize me in whichever way they wish to satisfy their needs. You pass me around to your guests like a sex toy which sole purpose is to gratify and satiate their lusts. And I am not allowed to be relieved of my duty until every guest is fully and utterly satisfied...

Yours Sincerely, 

Sex Butler

The Restroom

So while shopping at the mall this afternoon, I had to use the restroom. Most of the toilets were under renovation and the only available one was right next to the supermarket. It was a tiny toilet. There were two cubicles in there. One was out of order and the other one was occupied. There was no one else there so I waited.

As I stood in front of the cubicle, I couldn't help but notice a moving shadow cast on the tiled floor mimicking someone jerking off. I intially thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But as I stood there watching, the more obvious it felt. It couldn't be anything else.

 

I got rather intrigued and aroused by the time I figured out what was happening. I gave a dirty smirk at the thought of witnessing someone doing his dirty deed in a public restroom. 

 

Moments later, the movements stopped. The flush came on and I could hear the occupant putting on his pants. The cubicle door swung open and a rather well-built Indian man, probably in his 30s, walked out with his head down, eyes avoiding mine. He didn't even wash his hands as he hurried off the restroom.

I stepped inside the cubicle and just as I suspected, there was cum on the floor. And they looked freshly discharged.

 

 

Random Hot Guy

Was walking out of the mall after breakfast when I saw this hunk looking rather hot in his cropped hair and biker get-up while having his ciggie break. If my gaze were my hands, they would be all over him.