Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2015 07:16:04 +0200
From: Brian Bainbridge <brwainwright@gmx.com>
Subject: From Foot Fun to Master Part 3 (Authoritarian?Master..slave)

"From Foot Fun to Master: Part III"

BRB


	Life in our Montana home was pretty normal, just like it was when
we lived in Texas. Master was enjoying reconnecting with his roots and
introducing me to the many people he knew as his "husband." Since his mom's
death, we would sometimes spend a few days at a time visiting his dad at
the family ranch. Master had instructed me that I was to clean the house
while he spent time with his dad. Sometimes Master took his dad away from
the ranch to spend time with him, and I stayed behind to clean the house
and cook various meals for his dad to defrost as needed.

 Master planned for us to go horseback riding on the 100,000 acres
spread. A few minutes later, Master had us stop at an abandoned field
house. My Master always looks so sexy in anything he wears, but he looked
so confident and sexy when he was wearing his cowboy boots and cowboy hat.
He hadn't shaved in the five days we were there because he was deciding
whether or not he wanted to grow a beard for the upcoming winter months. I
was thinking how handsome Master would look with a beard and pictured him
as a young man when he was growing up on the ranch.

	Walking my one step behind Master, we entered the field
house. Master put down a small bag he had been carrying. Once inside, he
told me to get naked. He told me it had been five days since he had fun
with his slave, and he couldn't go any longer.

	I got naked and stood before him as he attached my collar and with
all his strength he rammed a butt plug up my ass. He had come here the day
before and screwed in some hooks in the walls so he could tie me up. He
then pulled out a new set of tit clamps and placed them on my pecs. When I
moaned because they were tight, he tightened them a notch more. He then
grabbed my wrists and held them up to the hooks and fastened the
handcuffs. He then pulled out a set of leather straps and tied my ankles to
the posts.

	With me tied up securely and at his total mercy, Master said, "I
like this, seeing a slave all tied up and ready for me to use it for my
pleasure." He then grabbed my balls and squeezed them so hard, I let out a
scream. Slapping my face for my screaming, he said, "That will cost you,
you low life slave. You take the abuse I give you and better enjoy it."

	I took a deep breath because I knew I had offended Master, and that
would cost me dearly. And it did. He grabbed my balls and slapped them ten
times, with each slap getting harder and harder. I tired to hide my
expressions of pain, but Master saw this. After the tenth whack, he then
moved up to my face and began slapping it, again getting harder and harder
with each smack.

	My dick was now throbbing in pain, and I could feel the redness in
my face. He then smacked my dick another five times. Master then turned me
around so my ass was in view. He took out the wooden paddle with holes he
used on me at his home and then started paddling me. He paddled me for what
seemed like an hour. Then, he took the belt from his jeans and continued my
spanking, this time using the buckle in slapping my ass. A few minutes
later, he once again had the paddle and gave the tops of my feet fifteen
lashes each.

	He then reached inside the bag and pulled out two brand new bags of
clothespins and clamped them on both the front and backside of my body.

	Master then stepped back to inspect his work. He said, "If only I
could leave you like this forever." He then went sit down in an old chair
he moved near me. Taking his shirt and boots off, he then put one of his
socks in my mouth. He then reached in the sac and pulled out two
beers. Master doesn't drink beer, so I was confused why he brought them. I
soon found out.

	He took the beer, shook them up really well, and when he opened
them, he poured them all over me. He then opened an old refrigerator and
pulled out a bottle of his favorite wine he had put there the day
before. Sitting down, Master said, "I need to drink something so you can
enjoy my piss down your throat." A few minutes later, Master grabbed an old
tin cup and peed in it. He then walked up to me, took his sock out of my
mouth and said, "Cheers," as I drank every drop of his piss. He then
paddled the tops of my feet with an additional ten whacks on each foot.

	Having been in this position for a while, the pain in my groin, my
ass, and feet were beginning to slowly go away. I wondered what Master had
planned for me next. As always, but especially now, I was totally at the
mercy of Master.

	He then got up, grabbed his other sock and put it back in my mouth,
and pulled out a blindfold and secured it tightly in place. Once again, he
turned me around so my ass was away from the wall and was facing him. I
then felt the paddle spanking the sides of my ass, which was something
Master had never done before. Now my butt, sides of my butt, and feet were
now flaming and blistery. The pain in my balls was still there but was not
as intense

	Master then pulled the butt plug out of me as roughly as he
inserted it. He then fucked me going deeper and deeper in my ass with each
thrust. Soon I could feel his cum being pumped inside my ass. I could then
hear him going back to the table where he had his bag of sex toys and
wondered what he had in store for me next.

	About a minute later, Master returned and was standing behind
me. He started to take off the clothespins letting them drop on the
floor. Then he unfastened the tit clamps. As he did this, he grabbed and
squeezed my pecs with all his strength. As much as the new clamps hurt, and
as much as his squeezing hurt, I knew better than to show any sign of
discomfort.

	"Like your new tighter tit clamps, boy?"

	"Yes Master."

	He then untied the leather straps from my legs, and the pain from
paddling my feet at first made it difficult to move. Then he grabbed my
wrists, and I could hear the key inside the handcuffs as he removed my
hands from their temporary ownership. He then took his sock out of my mouth
and once again gave me another cup of his piss. Finally, he turned me
around so I was facing him as he removed the blindfold from my face.

	Master was standing in front of me wearing his red Speedo bikini
and flip-flops. He said, "Slave, you can start cleaning up this mess. I'm
going to go and get some sun and swim in the pond behind the cabin. Meet me
there when you finish."

 	A few minutes later, I had packed all of Master's sex toys in his
bag and cleaned the floor of the wet beer. Still naked, I then went outside
to see Master now sunning on a rock by the pond. Master told me to clean up
in the pond before we headed back to the house.

	Inside the cabin Master told me to take a good look around because
this would be his place to have his fun with me whenever we'd spend a few
days at the ranch. We then got back on the horses and rode around a few
minutes before heading back to the main house.

	When we got back, Master's dad said to him, "You boys must have
been having fun; you were gone quite a while."

	Master then said, "Yep, Dad, I was really having fun."