Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2010 00:11:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: Cell Slave Continued

This story was originally posted here in Nifty earlier this year as part of
a competition. I wrote several "slave sketches" and asked readers to pick
the one they liked best. I promised I would continue that story. And so
here I am, with the beginning of the winning story (thigh readers liked the
others too!) as before, but now continuing the story of

"The Cell Slave"
I Hope you enjoy!

bamaboi2sere@charter.net


     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 pf my cock from behind...a few
minutes of that and I am, as Master desires. Turbulent 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 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
hole, 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 just 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 coworkers 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 my 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.



---Continued----



     I left for "an early lunch" and walked a few blocks away from work to
a area where the buildings are one and two-stories tall. Atop some of them
are billboards, and I have discovered a pull down ladder that allows me
access to the rooftop. Up till now, I had just used it to spy into nearby
office and loft apartment buildings, but today I had determined to take my
public picture there.

     One of the billboards was for Calvin underwear, and the usual gorgeous
model filled the ad with a well stuffed crotch. I climbed up the metal
ladder to the roof, and then a smaller ladder to the work space directly at
the bottom of the board. I faced the board, knowing I might chicken out if
I started by looking at the street-scape facing the ad. I pulled out my
already vary hard cock and balls from my suit pants, knowing that my
presence under the photo had probably already been noted by office or loft
dwellers.

     I took a deep breath and turned around, exposing my hard prick and
full balls sticking out from my fly. In a dozen or more windows I saw
people standing staring at me! Several were calling others people to the
window and I saw some holding up call phones of their own! I prayed that
none of them had cameras with powerful zoom lenses!

     For whatever reason, my cock was softening a bit, so I spit in my hand
and jerked on it a few times to re-inflate it...I looked up and sure
enough, there were now even more windows with people in them! At least one
was a man with his fly open and hic pieces sticking through. He was jerking
off.

     I pulled out my own cell phone and held it as far away as i could,
aiming it up so the billboard would be visible. I took several shots,
grabbed my cock again and as fast as possible, jerked off in my free hand,
and took a fast picture. I instantly licked up my cum and quickly packed my
gear back into my pants.

     IN a matter of minutes I was down the two metal ladders and exiting
the alleyway onto the street. Seconds later I saw a police car screech up
to the alley and watched as two officers ran in to find the exhibitionist
perv!

     I rushed back to work, grabbing a candy bar on the way to substitute
for lunch (or perhaps to add to the cum I had eaten!). At my desk I sent
the new photos to Master, hoping he would be satisfied with the extra
effort I had put into the day's public photos. There was no immediate
response, which was unusual, but about an hour later my phone buzzed,
indicated a message. I read it:

     "Not bad fuckface, but here are the pictures I'm posting on your
special web page. MASTER".

     There were several photo attachments, and as I opened them I saw they
were photos of my billboard exhibit..taken from ACROSS THE STREET! And they
weren't blurry distant cell phone shots...they were obviously taken with a
professional full sized camera with a powerful zoom. My face was clearly
visible...as was my hard cock. The last attachment was a mini-.mov file
with a close up of me jerking off in my hand and eating my own cum.

     Master had somehow anticipated my performance!

     I was screwed ,and not in the way I wanted!



(To Be Continued)



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