Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2015 11:24:46 +0100
From: Mat W <mattspank74@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Sir's fag - part three

Becoming Sir's fag - part three


You may be wondering if this story is true. Sadly, it is not! the
background to it is this - i pretended to be a Man for a long time, but
recently accepted that i am a fag. i am under the control of a harsh
Master, and He has ordered me to write this to keep me occupied when i am
not at work.


I hope you enjoy it - there are 4 parts ready to go so far, but Sir has me
writing 1000 words a day, so there will be more. If you like it, or have
ideas, do let me know - mattspank74@gmail.com.


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The fag was kneeling in the corner of Master Daniel's flat in boy position
- on its knees, forehead on the floor, hands on either side of its head
with it palms on the floor; the fag's knees were spread wide apart, but its
big toes were touching; the fag's chest was pushed down towards the carpet,
while its bottom was pushed up and out. The fag's bottom was bright red and
showed the unmistakable marks of a dozen strokes of the cane. The fag was
naked except for its black leather collar, a ring gag holding its mouth
open, its hole stretched by the plug inside it and its nipples being
stretched by the clamps attached to them, a weight on the chain of which
pulled them further down.


Master Daniel, on the other hand, was sitting at His dining table, enjoying
the cooked breakfast that his fag had just made for him. The smell was
getting into the fag's head - its breakfast had been plain, unsweetened
porridge, made not with water but with Master Daniel's first piss of the
day - strong, dark and pungent. The fag had eaten this from its bowl on the
floor whilst Master Daniel filmed it for the `archive' - a growing record
of the training of the fag formerly known as Joe.


This was the second weekend that the fag had spent at Master Daniel's
house. The fag had arrived on Friday night straight from work. Despite
having a fairly responsible job, the fag was now used to heading into the
disabled toilet on the ground floor of the building when he was done for
the day, and changing into the uniform that Master Daniel had chosen for
him. The fag had had to do some sewing to get it to Master Daniel's
requirements - the dark blue chino shorts had had their inside leg
measurement reduced to only four inches. These, along with the cheap, plain
briefs that the fag had bought when it first came under Master Daniel's
control and a smart, white, short-sleeved shirt, were the fag's uniform
when it travelled to and from work, and when it reported to Master
Daniel. It was not allowed to wear anything on its feet when in uniform. At
first, the fag had been very self-conscious of the looks it got on the tube
and the bus and just walking along the street, but now it had got used to
it, and tried to walk with pride at being Master Daniel's fag. It had taken
the fag a while to get used to that name, it seemed so inappropriate and
unpleasant, but it now swelled a bit when its Master called it by its
proper name.


It spent most of its time naked - when it was in its own flat, it stripped
as soon as it walked through the door and only put its uniform back on as
it left for work the following day. Master Daniel was controlling every
aspect of the fag's life. Except when the fag was in Master Daniel's
company, curfew was 9pm, only with express prior permission was the fag
allowed to be away from home after that time. Bedtime was 10:30pm. Well, it
wasn't really bedtime any more, as Master Daniel had pointed out to the fag
that fags don't sleep in beds, they sleep on the floor, so the fag had now
become used to lying on the floor beside what used to be its bed. The
wooden floor was hard against its naked skin, and the rough woolen blanket
that covered it was slightly scratchy, but the fag was used to it now, and
would have felt weird to sleep on a mattress with covers and a duvet. When
the fag was honoured to be allowed to sleep at Master Daniel's flat, it
slept beside Master Daniel's bed with the same rough blanket, so that if
Master Daniel needed a piss in the night, His urinal would be close at
hand. When the fag was in its own flat, it was expected to get up at
6am. It was then required to spend 15 minutes in boy position in the middle
of its living room, reflecting on its place as a fag, before going for its
morning 3 mile run. On returning to its flat, it did its daily PE - 50
crunches, 50 pressups and 50 squats, before being allowed its breakfast and
then heading to work.


The fag was a fully trained urinal now. It had taken a while for it to
learn how to take a Man's cock into its mouth, softly close its lips around
it and then swallow the piss which poured forth, but after a number of
canings for poor service, the fag was now adept at making sure that none of
Master Daniel's piss was spilt. The fag could now be used as a urinal
wherever and whenever Master Daniel needed it. The fag was used to the
taste of piss - it used its own in its porridge each morning at home, it
often had a bottle of Master Daniel's piss to use to hydrate at the gym
and, of course, it drank all Master Daniel's piss when in His
presence. Once, to the fag's embarrassment, this had included in a gay bar
where the fag had met Master Daniel after work. Master Daniel was with a
group of his friends when the fag arrived. Master Daniel handed the fag a
full pint glass, which surprised the fag at first, until it raised it to
its lips and realised that it was not lager, but piss. This was one of the
few occasions when the fag did not attend on Master Daniel in uniform - it
pleased Master Daniel that His mates didn't realise that they had been
joined by a fag, and that the fag was drinking its Master's piss in full
view of everyone in the bar.


The fag had also become accustomed to the taste and smell of its Master's
sweat. One evening it was at home when it received a text from Master
Daniel instructing it to report to Master Daniel's flat in one hour. When
the fag arrived, Master Daniel had clearly just got home from the gym, and
was in his sweaty gym kit. The fag had rarely seen Master Daniel naked, it
was not appropriate for a Man to be naked around a fag, but on this
occasion, the fag was instructed to remove His kit, and then to use its
tongue to deal with the sweat that He had worked up. The fag was put to
work licking Master Daniel's sweaty pits, crotch, feet and crack. The fag
was ashamed that it gagged slightly when it had to bury its face between
its Master's buttocks and lick clean His sweaty and tangy hole. Since then,
the fag had become very accustomed to cleaning Master Daniel's feet with
its tongue and mouth, and had spent quite a few hours under the rimchair,
face buried in His arse while He read or watched TV.


But mainly, the fag worked. Master Daniel had no need to lift a finger in
His flat any more. The fag hoovered, dusted and cleaned the whole
place. Twice a week, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, the fag reported to
Master Daniel after work. Often, no words were exchanged. The fag arrived,
stripped off its uniform, fitted its collar and gag, picked up the list of
chores it was to do, and set to work. Master Daniel might be watching TV,
reading, catching up on his emails or chatting to his mates on the phone,
but the fag just laboured about him. It was expected to work hard and to a
very high standard - any lapses would be written in the fag's punishment
notebook and dealt with later.And Master Daniel saw no need for labour
saving devices - the hoover was only used on the carpet in the bedrooms,
for instance. In the living room, kitchen and bathroom where there were
hard floors, the fag used a dustpan and brush on its knees to make sure
they remained spotless. Similarly, the fag did all Master Daniel's laundry
by hand - why waste electricity on running a washing machine when a fag
costs nothing to run at all? The washing up was saved for the fag's visits,
and was the first thing it did each time it reported.The expensive
dishwasher sat idle. In the kitchen and bathroom, the fag was issued with a
toothbrush to clean the tiles and a small brush to scrub the floors. A
separate toothbrush was issued for cleaning the toilet and the fag was
required always to do the final polish of the bowl and seat with its
tongue, to ensure that it was spotless. The fag did all Master Daniel's
ironing, as well as polishing His shoes. If it finished its chores before
Master Daniel decided to release it for the evening it either spent the
rest of the evening in boy position in the corner of the living room, or
kneeling beside Master Daniel's sofa holding his glass of wine or beer, or
on all fours acting as Master Daniel's footstool whilst He relaxed in front
of the TV. When Master Daniel was ready for bed, the fag would run Him a
bath, and be dismissed to head home and to its place on the floor.


The fag was not allowed to watch TV or listen to the radio or music at
home. Master Daniel had supervised the fag in selling its TV set on ebay,
and the money had gone into Master Daniel's account. Master Daniel has set
up monitoring software on the fag's laptop and phone. But the fag didn't
have a lot of time to waste anyway - Tuesdays and Thursdays it was working
at Master Daniel's flat straight from work, Monday and Wednesday it went to
a circuit training class after work and rarely got back to its flat before
8, and then had to do its own cleaning in the same manner and to the same
standards that Master Daniel expected for His home. Until last week, the
fag's weekends had been its own to do with as it pleased, but the last two
weekends had been spent at Master Daniel's flat, either doing chores or
simply acting as footstool, glass holder or ornament at Master Daniel's
pleasure.


And Friday evenings were punishment evenings. Either Master Daniel came to
the fag's home to inspect it and to deal with any infractions the fag had
racked up that week, or the fag reported to Master Daniel's flat for
punishment. Three weeks ago, Master Daniel had come to the fag's flat after
work. The fag buzzed Him in, left the flat door on the latch and then
waited as it had been instructed, in boy position in the centre of the
living room floor, collared, gagged and clamped, with its plugged hole
pointed towards the entrance to the room. Master Daniel came in and,
ignoring the naked fag on show on the floor, systematically inspected every
part of the flat to ensure that it was properly clean and tidy. Having
poured Himself a glass of red wine from the bottle on the coffee table, He
sat down and checked through the fag's punishment book. After a while, He
spoke for the first time,


"I guess we need to get you despunked, fag" "Yes, Master Daniel, Sir"


The fag knew what to do. Master Daniel had trained it that the only way
that a fag should shoot its load (or `despunk' as it was always called) was
by humping the floor with its penis until it came. This was called
`dogcumming' and was initially intensely humiliating for the
fag. Especially as Master Daniel always filmed it on His phone for the
archive, and as the fag sometimes had to `confess' what it was whilst it
humped away at the floor.


Moving out of its boy position, the fag lay down on the floor of its living
room. Feet in the air, and hands beside its head, it began humping the
floor. The clamps on its nippled moved and pulled as it ground its penis
against the shiny wood. The plug in it hole shifted and pressed against its
prostate, stimulating its penis into full erection. Not having been
despunked for a week, it didn't take long for the churning in its balls to
get to fever pitch. As it reached the point of no return, it raised itself
up onto its knees in front of Master Daniel. Erect penis throbbing it
looked into the lens on His phone, recording its humbling and said,


"Please, Master Daniel, Sir, may I be allowed to despunk?"


"Very well, fag," Master Daniel replied, "Get on with it."


Getting back down onto the floor, the fag pushed its erection slightly
painfully back between its legs, and resumed its pathetic attempt to reach
orgasm. At last it came, and the fag's balls emptied themselves onto the
floor. The fag gasped and bucked as it despunked, before collapsing onto
the floor, squashing the clamps onto its sensitive chest and yelping. It
heard Master Daniel chuckle softly, before it pushed itself, panting, to
its knees again.


"Please, Master Daniel, may i have permission to lick up my mess?"


"Yep," Master Daniel replied tersely.


And the fag moved back and began lapping at the floor, licking up the spunk
it had just spilt, the taste sour and salty on its tongue as it did so, the
phone camera recording all this for Master Daniel's archive. A few drops of
spunk dripped from the fag's wilting penis, and it scrambled ot lick them
up as well.


"Come here," Master Daniel commanded.


The fag was forbidden to touch its own penis when despunking, except to
ensure that it came on the floor and not on its stomach. Master Daniel
roughly squeezed the slave's penis to force out the last remnants of its
load, and then proffered His fingers for the fag to lick clean.


"Thank You, Master Daniel, Sir, for allowing me to despunk."


"Right, fag, get the chair."


The fag got up and went to get one of its dining chairs, and set it up
where it had previously been on display in boy position. Without further
instruction, the fag bent over the chair, hands grasping the legs, bottom
presented for Master Daniel to deal with. Master Daniel got up, and slowly
pulled the plug out of the fag's hole. As the hole gave up its hold on the
intruder, the fag gave a quiet sigh.


"You are due 8 strokes for poor cleaning of my bathroom, 6 strokes and a
mouthsoaping for talking back to me last week, 12 strokes for breaking that
glass on Tuesday, another 12 strokes for being 12 minutes late to report on
Thursday, and a further 12 strokes because you need reminding you are a fag
and not a Man. I make that 50 strokes. You will receive 20 on your
buttocks, 10 on your palms and 20 on your soles."