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My Master Stephen (3/4)
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My Master Stephen
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Section: 3/4
He sat eating his cereal and reading a newspaper for a while, while
I stood there, being careful not to watch him. At one point, he looked
up and looked over my nearly naked body in the daylight. ``You're
fucking beautiful,'' he said, ``I think I'll enjoy using you.''
I was amazed. He even had the capacity to be nice occasionally.
What more could I have asked for?
``You're probably hungry. I'll get you something.'' He went into the
kitchen and came out a few minutes later with two dog bowls. One was
full of water, and the other appeared to have dog food in it.
He put them down next to a wall accross the room and told me to come over.
When I did, he hooked my collar onto a hook in the wall with a 3 or 4 foot
chain. He made me get down on all fours, and he handcuffed my wrists
together. Then he took out an extra-large pair of handcuffs which he
used on my ankles.
He pulled his dick out. It was rock hard. He said, ``You were so good
last night, Greg, that I'm going to let you suck my dick.''
It was as big as mine, but I managed to take it all. He fucked my face
for a while and then pulled his dick out of my mouth and made me lick his
balls while he shot cum straight up into the air. It landed on my head.
``I've got to go out for a while,'' he told me, and he put his dick back
into his jeans. You had better finish all your food and water before I
get back. Before he left, he took three miniature padlocks out of his
pocket. He put one on the collar to keep it on my neck, and he used the
other two to lock the chain onto my collar and to the wall. ``You won't be
going anywhere,'' he said, as he walked out, smiling.
He stayed gone for a long time. I ate the disgusting
dog food and drank the water, as he told me to. I think He must have put
some water pills or something in the food, because, a little while after I
finished eating, I had a really really intense urge to piss. Suddenly, my
bladder felt like it was about to explode.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get up and go to the bathroom with
that chain locked onto my neck, and I didn't feel like I could wait any longer.
I had to do something. So, I pissed into the water bowl. I ended up filling
up both bowls.
I lied on the floor and slept for the whole day, since I hadn't really slept
the night before, and He had given me a pretty tough work out. I slept on
my stomach, with my arms outstretched above my head; it hurt too much to lie
with my butt on the floor.
I must not have heard him come in, because I was awakened by a really
hard slap on my butt. He slapped me with a paddle about ten times, really
really hard. I just pressed my face against the floor and tried not to
make too much noise.
``Get up on all fours, scum.'' I did, and He grabbed my dog collar and pulled
my face down to the bowls full of piss. ``You fucking pig. You pissed in your
food bowls. How dare you do that?'' I looked up at him, hoping for sympathy.
He snapped at me, ``Don't you fucking look at me, scum!''
``Now, you're going to have to drink all of that piss, right now. And I'm
going to slap your butt until you're all finished. Make sure you count every
slap, or I'll hit even harder.''
It took a long time for me to drink it all, since I had to pause to count
while I was lapping it up. Bam! ``That's one, sir.'' Slurp, slurp. Bam!
I couldn't help spitting what was in my mouth back into the bowl when
he hit me. ``That's two, sir.'' Slurp, slurp. I think it took about an
hour and two or three hundred slaps before I finished.
I was relieved when it was over, but there was a whole night of torture
ahead. ``I hope you learned your lesson, scum.''
He unhooked me from the wall and told me to stand up. He walked away
for a minute and came back with the hood. He put it on my head and laced it
up tightly, snapping in the gag and blindfold.
``Put your arms straight out in front of you,'' he told me. Then he slid
my arms into something. It was a straightjacket. He pulled it onto me
and strapped my arms against my body. I felt completely helpless.
My dick was throbbing so hard that the g-string came unsnapped and fell to
the floor.
He led me over to the table and made me bend over so my stomach was on the
table. He rammed his tool into my butt, which was much looser after
having a butt-plug in it all night, and fucked me for a long time.
I couldn't believe he could fuck for that long without coming. It was
really starting to sting. He pulled out and paused for a minute, maybe
thinking about what to do next. He picked me up and took the straightjacket
off, then put me down, face-up on the table, with my legs hanging off the side.
He walked into another room for a minute. When he came back, he put some
tit clamps onto my nippes and clipped a leash onto my collar. Then he ripped
the gag out and stuck a candle part way into my mouth, telling me to bite it.
He lit the candle.
He stood between my legs, and started fucking me again. This time, he was
pulling hard on my leash, so that i couldn't lie back. The wax from the candle
started dripping onto my chest as he fucked me. With every thrust, wax
splashed from the candle onto my chest. It hurt a lot, especially when it
hit my nipples. This kept up for a long time, until the candle had burned
so low that the flame was almost touching the tip of my nose.
He pulled out and took the candle out and replaced it with the gag.
He stood me up for a minute to strap the straightjacket back on and then
laid me back down on my back. He pushed my knees up to my chest, so that my
asshole was sticking up in the air. ``We'd better finish off this candle,''
he said. He held it above my asshole. When the first drip hit my asshole,
it jolted my whole body, and I screamed loudly into the gag. That hurt
more than anything else He had done to me.
Slowly, drip-by-drip, he tortured my asshole. After a little while, it
didn't hurt quite as much, since my asshole was covered with wax that
had hardened. So, he stopped every minute or so to pick off the was that
was getting cold, just so it would keep hurting.
When he got tired of torturing me with the wax, he let my legs down and
jerked off all over my chest. Then he stood me up and led me over to a
wall. He turned the dog collar around, so the ring was in the back, and
he hooked it onto a hook in the wall. The hook in the wall was a little
higher than the collar, so it pulled on my neck pretty hard. He left
the hood and straightjacket on me.
A minute later, he snapped something onto my balls that he tied underneath me
to the floor. My neck was being pulled one way and my balls were being
pulled -- hard -- the other way. He left for a while, saying he had to
meet a friend.
About an hour later, He comes home. He has someone with him, who looks me
over and said something like ``Well, this is the best piece of meat you've
found in a long time; can I fuck him?''
``Sure,'' Stephen said. He turned the collar around on my neck and made me
stand facing the wall, with my balls still tied to the floor. Then the
stranger fucked me for a while. I don't know where he managed to find
someone with a dick that size, but I just hoped he didn't have any more
friends with whale-dicks who he was going to lend me to.
``You can beat his ass if you'd like,'' Stephen says, ``or try to rip his
nipples off. Do whatever you'd like.'' The stranger did just that.
He smacked my ass for a while, not nearly as hard as Stephen did, and
then tried wimpishly to twist my nipples.
Stephen witnessed his friend's feeble attempts to hurt me and told him
he wasn't doing very well. ``I think I'm going to have to show you how
it's done,'' he said to his friend.
``Take your clothes off,'' Stephen told his friend. My eyes were still
covered, but it seems that his friend complied, without any argument.
Stephen must have put a dog collar on his friend next, because, after unhooking
me from the wall and releasing my balls, he hooked our necks together so
the guy's face was almost touching the front of my hood.
``Now you're going to experience first hand the {\em right} way to torture a
slave.''
...to be continued...
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That night, Stephen left me to sleep in the cage as he had the night before,
with my body strapped to the side of the cage, a butt-plug strapped in my
ass, and a hood and gag on, with my head firmly attached to the top of the
cage. He came in the next morning. I guess it was around 7:30.
He led me out of the cage and immediately threw me down on the ground, pulled
out the butt plug and started to fuck me. He was really rough, so it hurt
a lot, but it was a relief to be out of the cage.
When Stephen finished fucking me, he took off all the bondage gear and sent
me into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. He told me
that I'd better use the toilet if I need to, because I wouldn't have a chance
for a while.
When I came back out, Stephen immediately strapped a butt-plug into my ass and
locked the straps with small padlocks. Then he squeezed my cock and balls
into a very tight rubber sack which he closed with a small strap around the
base of my cock and balls; it too had a small padlock to keep it closed.
The butt plug and ball sack were reminders that he was totally in control of
all of my bodily functions, because my body was his, he told me.
He told me that, if I really needed to go to the bathroom, I could call him
on the phone, and he would tell me where to find a key. But he said I would
be severely punished if I did this.
At about 8:30, he sent me out the door to go to work. Before I left, he gave
me a key to his apartment and told me that when I got home, I should take all
my clothes off, put on the hood, gag, and blindfold, and get in the dog cage,
padlocking the door behind me. He told me he would have a surprise for me
that night. And he warned me that I would be severely punished if I got home
after 5:30.
exercise, and I returned to his apartment and locked myself in the cage
with the hood, gag and blindfold on. When he got back, about two hours
later, he pulled out the gag and asked me how my day was. I begged him
to let me piss. He made me piss in a jar and said he would save it until
I got thirsty.
He told me he had just finished working out and was really sweaty, so I
had to lick every drop of sweat off his body. He led me into his bedroom
where he lied down and made me spend about an hour licking his body. When
I got to his asshole, he told me I had to keep licking there until he
said to stop. I think he may have fallen asleep, because he didn't tell
me to stop for about a half hour. His asshole was sure clean when I
finished.
Then he said it was time for dinner. He led me into the kitchen, took
out two frozen dinners and told me to make them. He put a pair of small
metal aligator clips onto my nipples and told me he'd take them off as
soon as dinner was ready. So I followed the directions on the boxes
and cooked them in the microwave. I tried not to think about the
excruciating pain while I waited for them to cook.
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