Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2010 10:01:15 +0200
From: Kinky DEV <kinkydev@live.nl>
Subject: Becoming his property - Chapter 6: Decisions

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Becoming his property

Chapter 6: Decisions

I awoke to find myself alone in bed at 2pm. Apparently, my Master decided
that after last nights fucking session I had deserved some rest. I got out
of bed and instinctively walked into the bathroom to take a piss. Just as I
was relieving myself my Master entered the bathroom. "Good morning slave"
he said cheerfully, "I don't remember giving you permission to use the
bathroom." I realised I had made a big mistake and started making excuses
but he stopped me by saying that I would be punished later in the afternoon
no matter what kind of excuse I came up with.

Since I was already in the bathroom he ordered me to clean myself
thoroughly and for that purpose he unlocked the rubber suit I had been
wearing for a week. He also unlocked the plug in my ass and left me to do
my business. I cleaned my ass thoroughly, which after last night, still
felt a bit sore. I showered and cleaned out the suit and tidied myself
up. I went downstairs completely naked, except for the chastity belt, to
find my Master sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper.

He looked at me and motioned me to sit at the table in front of him. There
were several sandwiches, milk and orange juice on the table and I was quite
hungry. The same thought must have crossed my Masters mind since he gave me
permission to eat as much as I wanted and use cutlery as needed. Last time
I ate in the presence of my Master, I was forced to eat dog biscuits soaked
with my Masters pis from a dog bowl so the permission to sit at a table and
eat normal food was unexpected. I ate in silence while he read the
newspaper and ignored me. I was already finished for quite some time when
he ordered me into the living room.

No trace of last nights fuck session remained but on the floor were now 5
pairs of leather boots, several rags and a few bottles of shoe polish. My
master sat down in his favourite leather chair and told me to start
polishing his boots by first licking them clean with my tongue. I had been
forced to lick my Masters boots before so I did as I was told. I cleaned
all five pairs and then presented the result to my Master. He appeared to
be pleased by my eagerness to serve him and now told me to apply 5 layers
of shoe polish to each boot. He flipped on the TV and I started working on
his boots. It took me several hours but I did manage to make all his boots
shine like they were new again. After inspecting each boot, he appeared to
be pleased with the result. He ordered me to come with him so I wondered
what horny stuff he had planned for me as a reward.

We went up the stairs and into a room I had not seen before. He flicked on
the lights and revealed a completely furnished playroom. He wasted no time
and tightly locked steel cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He then moved me
towards a cross and locked the cuffs to it with me facing the wall. He
placed a very big gag in my mouth and locked it very tightly behind my back
with a leather strap. "slave, today you disobeyed one of my house rules and
I'm going to punish you for it" he said. "I don't like to punish you but
apparently it is necessary to make you remember the rules." He picked up a
very nasty looking whip from one of the walls and stood behind me.

He did not waste time and started whipping my back with full force from the
start. Within minutes I was screaming for mercy but he continued whipping
my back. There was nothing I could do but endure his punishment and in the
end I just screamed into the gag since it was the only thing I could
do. When the lashes finally stopped landing on my back, I was hanging on
the cross, unable to stand up by myself.

My Master released me from the cross and I collapsed at his boots. He
looked down at me and told me "slave, next time I have to punish you, it
will be much worse". He removed the cuffs and pulled me into a steel cage
in a corner. After he locked the door he pulled his cock out of his leather
jeans and pissed all over me saying "Remember that you're just a slave and
I can do whatever I want." With that he turned off the lights and left. I
started crying. My back hurt like hell and I was lying in a cage covered by
his piss.

Only one week ago I had never done anything even close to being a slave and
now I was being trained to be one by this extremely hot but also sadistic
Master. He gave me the biggest orgasms I had ever experienced but he also
gave me lots of pain just for his pleasure. I wanted to end this and in my
mind I decided that upon his return I would tell him to release me. My mind
slowly wandered off and somehow I managed to fall asleep.

I was awoken by his boot kicking the bars of the cage. "Did you sleep well,
slave?" he asked me. I asked for permission to speak freely. I expected to
be given permission but he simply said "No." I was startled by his refusal
to even listen to me so I started to talk anyway. He picked up a small
riding whip and gave me three lashes on my bare ass through the bars of the
cage. He unlocked the door in the cage and said "Shut up and come with me!"
I decided that for now it was best to do as I was told so I followed him
meekly.

After a short visit to the bathroom to rinse of his dried piss we went to
the bedroom. He put leather wrist cuffs on me and cuffed my hands to the
bedposts. He did the same to my ankles and then put a large gag in my mouth
and fastened it behind my neck. He took a small key out of his pocket that
I instantly recognised as the key to the chastity belt I was wearing. He
proceeded to remove the belt and for the first time in a week my cock was
free again and of course it was rock hard at even the slightest touch. I
wanted nothing more then to touch my cock and shot my load but even though
the belt was removed I could not touch myself.

He sat down on the bed and his leather gloved hand slowly started touching
my balls. After no attention at all for one week even the touch of his
fingers on my balls sent waves of pleasure through my body. He kept doing
this for quite some time and my cock was producing precum at a rate I never
thought possible. He picked some of it up with his finger and slowly
started making circular movements on my exposed cock head covering it with
my own precum. I started begging for him to jerk me off but all he did was
smile deviously.

He continued playing with my dick for at least 15 minutes but he never even
made a complete stroke with his hands. By this time, his glove was
completely covered with my own precum. He started to stroke my dick but
made sure to do it slowly so I would not achieve orgasm. He kept doing this
for at least 30 minutes and I was going nuts. Then he quickened the pace of
his strokes but stopped every time I was close to cumming. He repeated this
over and over and each time he learned to better guess how far he could go
before I would cum. I thrashed as far as the cuffs would let me but could
not prevent the continued torture.

He opened his zipper and took his rock hard cock out and started stroking
it while still torturing my dick. The sadistic bastard was getting off on
my discomfort and helplessness! At that moment I would do anything for just
4 or 5 quick strokes on my dick that would sent me into what felt to become
the biggest orgasm of my life. It did not take long for him to cum and
shoot a large load of his hot cum all over my face.

He just kept stroking me and removed the gag. Even before he placed the gag
down I was already begging "Please Sir, please may I cum? Please!" He just
continued stroking and looked me in the eyes. Then he spoke softly. "I can
let you cum now but there is one condition. If you decide you want to cum
now, I will lock you in the chastity belt again before you leave. I will
continue training you to become my property for as long as I want. If you
decide you don't want to to cum now you're not fit to be my slave and I
will bring you home and you will never see me again". He continued to
stroke me and keep me on edge while talking to me.

My conscience remembered the extreme punishment of the night before and
wanted to say "Fuck you, you sadistic bastard! Let me out now!" but he
continued to keep me on edge and my bodily needs overwhelmed my conscience
and I heard myself say "Please Sir, I want to cum now and become your
property!" He smiled at me and said "I already thought you would". A few
quick strokes was all I needed to explode in a fountain of cum. It
splattered down all over the place, I even managed to get some on my face
where it mixed with the cum of the Master I just asked to enslave me
indefinitely....