Date: Fri, 9 Apr 2010 19:09:37 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: Cell Slave

This is the last of a series of short sketches of slaves.  Now it is time
to determine which of the shorter pieces will be developed into a full,
multi-chapter story!  Please vote on whichever of the five slave sketches
you liked the most. The story that receives the most votes (presuming there
are enough to make it worthwhile) will be turned into a complete
story. Enjoy! And remember, comments are the only real reward we Nifty
authors receive.

bamaboi2serve@charter.net

Links to the previous sketches:
Sketch #1   /nifty/gay/authoritarian/gallery-display-slave
Sketch #2   /nifty/gay/authoritarian/training-the-new-slave
Sketch #3   /nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-duty-slave
Sketch #4   /nifty/gay/authoritarian/recorder-slave

and...drum roll...

Sketch # 5
The cell slave

     As I inserted the medium sized plug in my ass, I twisted my body so I
could capture the image with my cell phone. A loud camera sound accompanied
the taking of the proof of plug, as Master calls it.  A few moments later I
made small movie with the phone's video camera. It showed me pissing into a
clear glass and then quickly drinking the still warm liquid.
     I sent both the still plug photo and the piss movie to Master, got
dressed, and caught the bus to go to work.
    Master says slaves can't be trusted, so he insists that I file cell
phone camera reports throughout the day, proving to him that I am being
obedient to his rules and orders. He had given me a very specific list of
photos to be taken and sent each day of the week. For the first week he
allowed me to have a written list, but then I was expected to memorize it,
and I have. The first time he was present when I took one of the photos, he
grabbed the cell phone from me and made some adjustments. The next time I
took a photo, the loud camera sound caused several people to look my
way...just as Master intended. He ordered me to leave the sound setting as
it was.
    Each morning during my shower, I follow his orders and use the shower
massage to strike my balls and the tip of my cock from behind...a few
minutes of that and I am, as Master desires. Tubulent and horny. I grab the
cell phone and sent proof of plump, as He calls it.
    This being a Wednesday, I knew it was time for me to do a public
picture. I have a little flexibility here. I could take one on the bus
traveling to or from work. I could take it at my desk at work, as long as I
am standing up, or I could find a place on the street during my lunch
break. The picture had to show my slave cock and balls hanging out through
my fly.
    The public pictures were often the hardest for me to take, not because
of the exposure it presented---I'm something of an exhibitionist
anyway---but because I usually get hard thinking about it, and most of the
pictures show me erect. I explained to Master that it is because obeying
him turns me on, but since he does not trust slaves, he is suspicious that
I am hard because I have allowed someone other than him to touch me
sexually. Almost every one of the public pictures results in punishment
from him.
     Each week I take 25 photos displaying my servitude to Master. He has
then in a special file online, a cyberhistory of my growing service to
him. Only he has the password for the photo display, but he has shown it to
me several times, making me blush as I think what would happen if my
friends or coworkers were given access. Master knows of that fear, and uses
it to control me. How hard would it be for him to blast an email to
everyone I know with the access code and the link?
     In some of the pictures I am drinking what is clearly piss from a dog
bowl, or pissing in the yard on a tree like the dog I am. In others I have
a collar and tit clamps on and am pulling the chain on the clamps out
sharply toward the camera. Other show my ass, reddened from a
self-administered paddling ordered by Master.
     Last week Master ordered me to start writing this story, sending him
pages as I finish them. He has already posted the first page on the
website. He bought the web address "slaveslutondisplay.com" for it, though
right now you can't get through unless you know the proper extension and
password.
     He says I am going to help pay his bills when he begins charging for
access. He will allow customers to give me orders, and post the proof
photos after the customer has paid up. He envisions all kinds of
kink. Diapers and girly underwear, various things inserted in my slave
holes, exhibitionism even more extreme than what usually turns me on. No
limits, he says, just higher prices. He even says he would have my balls
cut out, and maybe my penis removed, if the price is right...with full
sound and color HD video of course. That is the last thing I want, I think,
so I obey all of his orders completely.
     Right now I have arrived at work and it is time for another proof
photo. After settling in at my desk and checking messages and schedules, I
go to the restroom and stand against a wall. I push my hand underneath the
back of my pants and little girl's underwear I have on and insert two
fingers in my ass, counting to 90. On this particular day, nobody enters
while I am finger fucking myself, but the very real possibility that it
could happen helps me achieve maximum hardness, so I return to my desk with
my fingers slightly stained and smelly, and my crotch showing an obvious
erection. One of my co-workers, who has caught me in the men's room before,
but agreed not to say anything in return for blow-jobs, calls me to his
office. Soon I am underneath his desk, sucking him off, and not stopping
even when our boss enters and asks him if he knows where I am.
     "Damn Faggot, I can never find him when I need him!" the boss
complains.
     My co-worker smiles, both because of the humor of it all, and because
he is getting close to cumming. As ordered by Master, I use my cell phone
to take a picture of the man's cock in my mouth, and the boss asks what
that sound was.
     The co-worker shrugs, his body shaking as he pumps his seed into my
willing mouth. I hold out my tongue and take a second photo for Master,
showing the cum gathered on my slave tongue, but the boss is walking out as
I press the shutter button, so he misses the second unusual clicking
sound. I send the new photos to Master from under the desk, reporting as
ordered. Now for the street/public photo of the day.

[So, which of the five slave sketches would you like to see developed
further, if any! No need to send anything more than just the name of the
story, or even just the number 1 - 5. After a week, I'll tally the votes
and start on the continuation! Hope you enjoyed.
bamaboi2serve@charter.net]