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My Master Stephen (4/4)
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My Master Stephen
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Section: 4/4
When I brought the food into the other room, he snapped the blindfold back
on me and told me to lie down face-up on the floor with my mouth open.
He put a plastic tube, about three inches in diameter, into my mouth.
Then he started to eat.
After about a minute, he dropped some food into my mouth. I groaned
because I couldn't chew it. He said ``it's alright, I've already
chewed it up for you; just swallow it.'' So I swallowed the food
he spit out. I heard him go into the other room for a minute, and
I guess he got my jar of piss, because after every mouthful of food,
he poured some piss into my mouth. When we were all done eating,
he said he was going to give me something to wash it down with, and
he pissed into the tube in my mouth.
He pulled out the tube, rammed the gag back in, and hung me from
the ceiling in the dungeon room. He said he was going to leave me
to relax for a while. But he had a job for me to do while he was
gone. He took off the blindfold and told me to look at the piece
of paper he had put on the wall in front of me. He said I had to
memorize everything on the page by the time he got back. He
warned me that I'd better be able to remember every word without
any mistakes, or he would keep me in the cage for a week.
For about two hours he left me there. This is what was on the page:
\begin{quotation}
My name is ``scum.'' Stephen is my master.
I live to serve my master. My master is my world. My existence means
nothing. I exist only for my master's pleasure. I am nothing but a piece
of meat for my master to use.
My pain is my master's pleasure. I am happy whenever my master is hurting
me, because my pain is His pleasure. My body does not belong to me. It
belongs to my master. He can do whatever he wants with it, and I will never
resist anything he does to me.
I will not think about anything other than my master's pleasure. If my
master ever catches me thinking about anything other than His pleasure, he
will punish me severely.
My master controls every aspect of my life. He controls when I eat, drink,
sleep, think, move around, shit, piss, and come. He will allow me to do
these things only as a reward for giving him pleasure.
When I have been a very good slave, my master will reward me by allowing me
to shit or piss. If I ever piss without permission, I will have to drink
my piss. If I ever shit without permission, I will have to eat my shit.
When I have been an extremely good slave, my master will reward me by
allowing me to come. He will allow me to do this only when it pleases him,
and I will enjoy my ejaculation only because it pleases my master.
I will have the privileges of sight and hearing only when they are necessary
to serve my master. When I am not serving my master, I will not be allowed
to hear or see.
I will be allowed to speak only when I am asking to be punished. If I ever
think about anything other than my master's pleasure, I must immediately
confess my thoughts to my master, and he will punish me.
When I am not serving my master, I will be immobilized. There will be no
reason for me to move when I am not serving my master.
I will, of course, do whatever I can to give my master pleasure. I will
perform any act he tells me to, without hesitation, for as long as it
pleases my master.
I exist only as a part of my master.
\end{quotation}
When Stephen got back, he snapped on the blindfold and made me recite it.
After staring at it for two hours, I had no trouble getting it right.
Then, he told me I was going to get the surprise he mentioned earlier.
He pulled off my hood and placed two small earphones in my ears. He
put some cotton on top of the earphones and firmly taped over my ears.
Then he put the gag back into my mouth and put a different, much
heavier leather hood over my head. This one had no eye holes, no mouth hole
and padding over the ears. It was totally dark inside it, and almost
all I could hear was my own breathing.
Then he made me lie down, and he proceeded to put my whole body into a
leather ``sleepsack''. I knew what it was because I had seen pictures
of them, but I had never been in one. He began by putting leather sleeves
over my arms and thick mitts over my hands. Then he laid out the
sack next to me and placed my body on top of it. Slowly, he squeezed
my body into the sack, which was sort of like a very tight sleeping bag.
The sleeves on my arms attached to the inside of the sack, so I couldn't
move them at all. After about a half hour, I my whole body was very
tightly strapped into the sack, which had about a dozen straps around
the outside. I couldn't move at all. The only thing that was outside
of the sack was my cock and balls, and, as I later found out, there
were romovable covers over my asshole and nipples.
He leaned me face-down against an inclined board leaning against the wall.
I had noticed the board earlier and wondered what it was for. He attached
the sleepsack firmly to the board. Then he started playing a tape through
the earphones. Apparently he had recorded me when I gave my little speech;
that was the tape he played. And as soon as it ended, it started over
from the beginning. I guess it was a repeating tape.
He went away and left me there for what seemed like forever, listening
to the recording. He must have been gone for twelve hours or more.
I couldn't see or feel anything, I couldn't move at all, and all I
could here was my own voice repeating over and over again how my life
belonged to Stephen. After an hour or so, I felt totally detached
from my body. I fell asleep for a few minutes at a time and kept
waking up to the sound of my voice.
When Stephen came back in the morning, I could tell he was there, because
the tape stopped for a moment (although I kept hearing it in my head).
Then I just heard loud static throught the earphones; I couldn't
hear anything besides the static.
He ripped off the covers on my nippes and attached some tit clamps. Then
he ripped off the cover over my butthole and started to fuck me. His cock
in my ass was all I could feel, and I still couldn't hear or see anything.
After not feeling anything at all for twelve hours, his cock felt great
inside me.
When he was done, he snapped the covers back on and started the tape of
my voice again. He left, and I had no idea how long he'd be gone this
time. Probably until he felt like fucking me again, I thought.
\end{document}
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