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It was my fantasy come true. My Master, (we'll call him Darren for the sake of the story), was moving back to my town and coming to live with me. I had been ordered to clean the house from top to bottom ahead of his arrival and ensure the cupboards were well stocked with food and drink. I had done all of this and rushed home after work on Friday evening, as he had told me that the first weekend would be dedicated to training me in ‘how it was gonna be from now on.’ I was very excited (and a little nervous) as I entered my house. He was already there, having arrived about lunchtime. I took off my clothes at the foot of the stairs as I had been instructed and waited, facing the wall, for him to come down to me. After a few minutes, I heard him come descend the stairs and halt behind me. Without speaking, he fitted the leather mask over my head and did it up tightly. The zips were fastened and I was suddenly in a world of darkness. “When you come in,” he spoke at last “You will put on whatever you find at the bottom of the stairs. If there is nothing, you will be naked. Do you understand?” “Yes Master” I replied. He led me into the bedroom. “This is now the dungeon and my sleeping place,” He said. “Where you sleep depends on my mood.” I was made to stand in the centre of the room while he began to tie restraints around my wrists and ankles. These were tied off to hooks above and below so that I was forced into an ‘X’ position. Then I felt him stand close up behind me. His warm hands caressed my cold skin, gently at first. His hand moved between my legs to grasp my balls from behind and he gripped then tightly. “This is where it begins,” he whispered. “You will never touch your cock & balls again,” he said more sharply, “Do you understand?” I nodded. “When you are out of the house, you will always be in chastity and I will have the only key. You will only be released in my presence. These are mine now.” And he flicked my balls, painfully. “They will be emptied, only when I think you deserve it. That could be daily, weekly or monthly. It depends how much you please me.” He moved round to stand before me and grasped my nipples. I winced slightly. “These, I will have pierced. And I think it is high time you were tattooed. Not a mans tattoo like mine, but a sign of your slavery. A barcode, perhaps?” I nodded again. “All this hair must go.” He said, tugging at the hair under my arms and around my groin. Hair is for men. You will be smooth all over. Your head will be shaved to grade 1 each week.” I felt him untie my wrists but he quickly re-tied them to my ankles so I was bent over. Shocked, I felt him poke a finger between my ass cheeks. “All this hair needs to go, too. Smooth ALL over.” He said, chuckling. “It gets in the way” and I felt him push something firm between my cheeks. He continued to apply pressure until it slipped inside me. It was a butt plug. “You will wear this when around the house unless I remove it” he said. Then he stood me back up again and fitted a collar round my neck, over the hood, and a strap around my cock and balls. Working quickly, he fitted a chain which ran down my back and between my legs, connecting the two, tightly. It had the added purpose of ensuring I could not remove the butt plug. “You wanted to be my slave,” he said “Well this is what it means.” It was true, I had wanted this. My stiff cock showed that, despite my humiliation at the hands of this man, I still did. I felt a sudden sting as he brought a whip down across my bare ass cheeks. “Now for some duties” he said. He proceeded to outline what my tasks would be each day – and between each one, he struck me with the whip and asked me if I understood. They were: · To get up at 7.00am each weekday and get ready for work quietly. · To bring him a cup of tea and a cigarette before leaving for work. · To call him at lunchtime to seek any orders or shopping requirements for the day · To return straight home after work (unless given permission otherwise) · To strip off on return and wear whatever was put out for me · To immediately seek out my Master and attend to his needs · To cook and clean to my Master’s satisfaction before being allowed to eat · To submit to my Master’s plans for the evening’s entertainment. · To obey all orders without question · To help prepare my Master for bed before I was put to bed for the night. This last task made him laugh and he released me from my bondage and dragged me over to the bed where he said he would give me a demonstration of how to fulfil that duty. Still hooded, I heard him unzip his jeans and felt the zip on the hood open. Immediately, he forced his solid cock into my mouth and told me to suck. “Your last job of the day will always be to clean my cock,” he instructed. “You will worship it with your tongue and ensure it is clean. You will swallow whatever comes out of it” and as he said that, I felt his warm urine begin to flow. I began to pull away but he shouted “Drink it, bitch” and thrust deeper into my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. He kept pissing and I kept gulping, thinking I might choke or vomit at any moment. But I didn’t and eventually he finished. But my ordeal wasn’t over. “Now show me some queer slave boy sucking” he ordered and his cock remained in my mouth. I began to work it as best I could and before long got a rhythm going. I felt him tense and moan softly then suddenly, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his salty cum. “You better swallow every last drop” he said. I dared not disobey, licking his dick clean of the stuff. “Good boy” he said. “Now for your reward.” I was pleased at this and waited to be released. The chain was removed and my wrists and ankles freed but the butt plug remained. He stood me up and I felt him begin to wrap me in soft bandages. First my legs then my arms then my body until only my cock and balls were left sticking out. I must have looked quite odd but I was still hooded so couldn’t see myself. He lay me on the bed and I felt him rub my bollocks gently. I groaned with pleasure but he stopped. I wondered why but in a few moments, I knew. He had rubbed toothpaste on them and I could feel them burning already. I groaned again, this time in pain. “See you later” he called and left the room. I was alone with my balls burning from toothpaste and mummified from head to toe. I couldn’t move an inch. I waited. And I waited. Although the burning sensation eventually died away, it left my balls aching and my cock, rock-solid. The plug was still buried deep inside me and was a constant reminder of my status. I was alone in a dark world of my own. My thoughts wandered and my imagination played tricks on me. It felt like I was being watched but I heard him moving upstairs and I knew I wasn’t. After what seemed ages, I called out “Master! Master!” But there was no reply. I desperately wanted to cum. SO desperately that I began to sob. “Please Master!” I called. But there was no-one to hear me and eventually I drifted off into a sleep of sorts. I awoke with a warm sensation on my cock, which had softened. It was pleasant, like someone breathing on it perhaps? My balls felt like they were being tickled by something but I couldn’t tell what. My dick instantly stiffened again. “Master?” I wasn’t sure but I guessed he must be with me and called out. He didn’t reply. Over what seemed like the next hour my cock & balls were subjected to various sensations. Some of them were pleasant, others bordered on painful. Sometimes there was a pause of several minutes between and sometimes it went on uninterrupted. It was completely outside of my control. I could not stop it or resist – even if I wanted to. But my cock was now throbbing, so intense were the sensations. Still he had not spoken and I began to wonder if it was him. Could I really feel anything? Could I be dreaming or imagining all of this? “Master?” I called again but again there was no response. I began to struggle but it was useless as I was tightly secured. I screamed out my safe word. But then I remembered – I had said there was to be no safe word from mental torture. I was utterly powerless. I felt like I would go insane from the things going on in my head at that moment. Intense pleasure mixed with intense suffering; confusion, helplessness, humiliation and desire all blended together in an intoxicating mix. Then it stopped. Completely. Nothing happened. Minutes ticked by. My dick, still throbbing, was untouched. I hadn’t wanted it to continue – but stopping was worse. “Please, Master,” I begged, realising that I was almost crying. “Please finish me”. Then I got a reply. It was a laugh, not spoken words, but it was a reply and I was overjoyed. My Master had laughed at me. Deep down, I knew he had already broken any resistance or dignity I might have had. I had become little more than a dog, craving its master’s attention. I heard him strip off and felt him climb into bed beside me. He reached out for me but I could not respond, mummified as I was. I felt his warmth through the bandages as he held me. Felt his hand brush lightly over my cock. I couldn’t bare it any longer. “Please stop now” I said in the most manly voice I could muster. But he laughed again. “Oh no” he said. “This is only a taste of what is to come. Or not to come,” he added laughing at his own joke and stroking my meat. “I am naked beside you” he said. I struggled and strained once more but I knew it was in vain. I could not escape. “One more thing,” he added. “Something for you to think about before you go to sleep. You are 100% mine which means no running off to your best mate's when he calls.” I tried to protest but his hand stroked my balls lightly. “I though about theat problem and I came up with a brilliant solution,” he went on. “I told him what I was doing with you. He knows. He understands. He is glad cos it means you wont be pestering him every two minutes. I have agreed to let you undertake jobs at his request and release you when he asks. He will help me control you. In fact, he is coming round tomorrow to see you. To see you like this.” The words took a while to sink in. “I told him everything and he thinks it’s what you deserve. So now you have no reason not to be here at my beck and call. Think about that, slave,” he said, “Goodnight” and with one last sharp tug of my cock, he turned over and settled down to sleep. To be continued... |