Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2016 18:50:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Walter King <edmundb45@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Slave at MI6 - Part Two

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			 A SLAVE AT MI6 - Part Two

   I slept fitfully that first night.  The piece of foam was not very
thick, so itwas not much different to sleeping on the kitchen floor. It was
a warm nightand the flat was pretty airless, so I wasn't cold. Still, I
would have enjoyedthe comfort of even a thin covering over me. Finally, at
6 am I got up. Master likedporridge for breakfast, and so I started making
that. I have always enjoyedporridge and would have loved some myself, but I
knew well enough not to trytasting it. He was asleep when I went through,
lying on his back on a mattresson the floor, snoring. His clothes were
lying in piles all over the room. Theredidn't seem to be anywhere to hang
anything on. The flat was pretty primitive. Masterwasn't interested in
making the place look anyhow civilized.  I drew the curtains, wondering
whether I wasmeant to wake him and, if so, how. Fortunately, he woke up,
looked at me andturned over.

   `Put it by thebed', he growled.  I put it down on thefloor by his bed
and left quickly. In the kitchen, I gave myself some more chowand the slave
drink. Then I dressed and left. I wanted to make sure I got tothe gym on
time and didn't know whether I would be stopped on the
way. Fortunately,everyone who was about was intent on getting to work and
wasn`t interested inme.

   After gym, I showeredand put on my civilian clothes. They already felt
strange. In the short timethat I had enslaved, I had begun to see myself
differently. I had begun to seemyself as a slave and dressing as a free man
seemed more like dressing up,unreal. Still, this was the deal and I had to
make it work. I had no idea whatwould be the consequences for me if I
failed, but I did know that little Georgeand Nellie would spend a life-time
in slavery. That was impossible tocontemplate. This was going to work. It
had to.

   And so I picked upmy life as if nothing had happened. My colleagues
treated me as they had alwaysdone. I treated them in the same way. Master
bowed and said `Good Morning, Sir'when he saw me. And then, finally, it was
time to go to the gym again. Iimagined that this constant working out would
give me a good body, but it wasexhausting. The day's work was
demanding. The gym was also demanding – in adifferent way. My PT was as
tough as ever, but told me that the session thisevening would be shorter
since I had to undergo certain necessary procedures. Iwondered what those
were, but was soon to find out.

  At the end of mysession, I was told to report to the office. The guy
there seemed to know whatwas required. He led me through another set of
doors into what looked to me atfirst to be some sort of torture chamber. In
fact, it was just a store placefor various collars, manacles and whips that
were used on slaves. The guy incharge measured my neck and then produced a
fairly slim collar that he putround my neck and clicked into place.

   `No key. This guy'sa lifer? Yes?' he asked.

   `That's it, and heneeds the other stuff too."

   `All ready.'

   I was strapped facedown on the bench that sat in the in the of the
room. I couldn't see what washappening. And then, I felt a pain I didn't
know existed. My butt was on fire. Iscreamed. God, I screamed and went on
screaming even after they pushed aball-gag into my mouth to stop
me. Screaming – or trying to scream - helped somehow to focus myself
awayfrom the pain. Then they unstrapped and as I saw this guy holding an
electricbranding iron, with its end in the shape of an `S', I knew what
hadhappened.  I had been branded.

   `Up on the StAndrew's Cross.'

   The two of them gothold of me and strapped me up. I couldn't move.

   `It's just on thechest. They don't want his face marked.'

   And then ithappened again. The guy was an expert. He knew what he was
doing and how to doit. The iron dug deep into the flesh on my left breast,
just above the nipple.I screamed again, but this time my vocal chords were
exhausted. My heart wasracing. I thought I was having a heart attack. My
whole body was recoiling fromthe onslaught of pain.

  Afterwards they letme lie in a corner of the room for an hour before I
was sent back to BurgessPark. It hurt if I moved. It hurt if I didn't. They
had taken out the ball-gagfor I was beyond screaming. I heard myself
moaning. That seemed to helpsomehow. I tried to listen to myself to stop
myself hurting. I wondered whetherI was going mad. At the end of an hour
they told me to get out. As I walkedthrough the gym to my locker, I
wondered that I had not realized that thiswould happen to me. Every slave
there was branded as I was, and some werebranded on the cheek too. Maybe
there was just too much to take in. Maybe Icould only grasp so much of my
new life at one time.

   I was exhausted bythe time I got back. Master had a woman in. She was a
big breasted black lady,of about thirty maybe, in a tight skirt and
top. They were eating a pizzatogether. At least, I thought, he won't want
me to cook him supper. I had meantto shop on my way back.

   `Best to ring insick tomorrow. You won't be sitting on a chair for a day
or two.' He said,looking at my butt. `Still, they've done a good job.'

   `Yes, Sir. Thankyou, Sir.'

   `What's his name, yournew slave?' asked the woman.

   `He hasn't got aname. I haven't given him one yet. You want to name
him?'

   `He's lucky he's gotyou as a Master, Dayo. He could have done a lot
worse. Call him "Lucky".'

   `OK. He's Lucky. Hearthat, boy. You've got a name.'

   `Yes, Sir. Thankyou, Sir'.

   `Now get back inthe kitchen and leave us in peace.'

   This gloomy littlegalley kitchen with its linoleum floor was clearly
where I was going to bespending a lot of my time. I leaned against the
sink, not knowing whether ithurt more to stand or to lie down. I wasn't
hungry, and yet I knew I ought toget some chow down. I tried to plan
ahead. I had to learn what Master liked toeat. I had to work out when I
could clean the place, without getting in hisway. Maybe I could clean
tomorrow. I would ask Master. I couldn't ask him now.He and his woman had
gone into the bedroom and were obviously fucking. In sucha small flat, with
paper-thin walls, there was no privacy.

   I was just gettingmy foam roll out when Master came into the kitchen. He
was naked and sweating.He had a strong body odour, but I was already used
to it. The whole flat smeltof him. I supposed that I would probably smell
of him too.

  `I need a drink,' hesaid, helping himself to a glass of water. `Esi here
says that she'll benervous of being here on her own with you. I said that
you'd be locked, forsafety's sake.' He wrote down an address. `Go to this
place first thingtomorrow and get yourself one of those chastity
devices. Lock yourself up andgive her the keys. That'll put her mind at
rest.'

   `Yes, Sir.'

   I wondered whether thiswas to be permanent. Sex was not on my mind at
the moment, but I supposed myurges would come back some day. I didn't know
what I was meant to do with them.I didn't know what any slave did with
them. I didn't want to know. As I tossedand turned, trying to find a less
painful position in which to sleep, Iwondered whether I ought to take this
opportunity to jack off. I didn't knowwhen I would be able to do that
again. But I was in too much pain and too tired. In the end, I went to
sleep.



   Next day, Masterleft for the office and I rang in to say I was sick. Esi
was still in bed when IIeft for the shop. The guy there seemed quite used
to slaves coming in to askfor chastity devices. He fitted me with one
straightaway. It seemed to metight, but he said that my Master would only
beat me and send me back if I gotone that I could wriggle out of. Esi was
up when I got back and I handed herthe keys.

   `You might as wellclean the bedroom, Lucky. I'll be in the lounge.'

   `Yes, Ma'am.'

   The main job seemedto be to sort out Master's clothes, so that I could
get to the floor to do anycleaning. I was still folding stuff up when Esi
came in.

   `How you gettingon, Lucky?'

   `I'm trying to sortout Master's clothes, Ma'am. I'm not too sure how he
likes them.'

  `He likes themmessy. That's how he likes them. But I dare say he'll get
used to being tidiedup.'  She paused. `You looking for a rest,Lucky?'

  `It was an oddquestion. I didn't think that Master intended me to have
rests. I didn't knowhow to reply.

   `Get on the bed andlie down, Lucky.'

   Every slave has toobey a free woman, and especially when that free woman
is his Master's girl. Ihad no choice. I got on the bed and lay down. It
felt strange to lie on myMaster's bed, where he had been fucking Esi the
night before. But, despite mysore butt, it felt good. But then Esi got on
to the bed too.

   `Put a pillow underyour head, Lucky. I'm going to give you some pussy to
eat and you'd better eatit well. Your Master likes fucking, but he doesn't
know too much about what a womanneeds.'

   Esi hitched her skirtright up round her middle. She wasn't wearing any
pants. Next thing, she wassitting on me with her pussy pressed up against
my face. Her pussy was shavedsmooth and I could see her pink clit peaking
out from between her great black lips.I didn't need any more encouragement.
Iburied my head in there and ate her like I hadn't eaten for a week. She
was onehot lady. As I sucked on her clit she was moaning noisily above me.

   `That's it, Lucky.Stay in there. You give this lady what she needs, and
don't you stop.'

  God, she meant ittoo. I don't know how long I was sucking on that little
pointed mound, but it certainlyate into my morning schedule. Her juices
were running and I was drinking themup. But fuck, like everything in my
life now, there was pain too. My cockwanted to get hard but it didn't stand
a chance. It was held tight by thefucking device. Esi seemed to be turned
on by this.

   `Lucky wants tofuck, doesn't he? But Lucky can't fuck. Lucky can lick,
but he can't fuck. PoorLucky!'

  She moved back downmy body to rub her clit against my imprisoned cock.
She was getting herself toa climax. `Poor Lucky..  Lucky wants tofuck...'
And in the end she exploded overme, while I lay exhausted, emotionally
spent but also curiously replete. It wasas if I didn't need to get hard or
to come in order to get some sort ofrelease.

   Esi got up, andwent back to the lounge.

   `You'd betterfinish that room quick, Lucky. Your Master's expecting the
whole flat to besqueaky clean by the time he gets back.'


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