Date: Wed, 30 May 2012 12:50:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Life as His Slave

"my life as HIS slave"
BY - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com

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author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the
author, BNDMaster13@yahoo.com. This story contains descriptions of
consensual sexual contact between adult males. As such it is homoerotic,
designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal
age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create
irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now.

    As I stand in the shower washing my body, my attention is drawn almost
immediately to the chastity belt that locks my cock securely away. I always
work hard at making sure to clean the belt and my trapped cock as
thoroughly as possible. As I do, it constantly reminds me what it used to
be like to not wear this cock prison. I remember how it used to feel to
touch my own cock, it's velvet smoothness, feel it grow hard and throbbing,
knowing that shortly I would get to cum. It has been so long since that
happened and yet it is an ever present thought in my mind. Like always,
these thoughts make me try and get hard, but of course that is not
possible. My useless dick just strains impotently against the chastity
device my Master keeps locked on me.

    I step out of the shower and towel myself off. As I do I glance at
myself in the mirror. I would say I look like any other 24 year old, except
I don't. I look young for my age. People usually mistake me for still being
in high school. I stand just barely 5'4", short blond hair, and blue
eyes. My body is well toned and tanned. Even then I could still look like
anyone else, but that is were the sameness ends. Very few 24 year old guys
have no body hair except on the top of their head, or a chain secured
around their neck with a padlock. Very few have rings welded into their
tits. And very few have a permanent plastic prison locking their cocks away
from the world. But my Master is happy with me and that is all that matters
in my world.

    But enough with that it is time to get ready for work. Today was one of
those days when my Master was out of town, as he travels for work quite a
bit. But even when he is not here I am never allowed to act any
differently. I try to always think that he could walk in at any second and
check on me. The butt plug I had removed just a short time ago so I could
clean it, shit, and then shower was sitting on the sink waiting to be
inserted back into my ass. I lube it and bending over, slowly worked it
into my hole. Once, along time ago, it felt huge, now I feel empty without
it. The plug too, just like my chastity cage, has become a permanent
companion since my Master first came into my life almost five years
ago. Yes, I really have had my ass plugged and my dick locked away for that
long. Seriously, after all this time it just seems natural. I would not
know what to do if they were not there continually reminding me of my
Master's presence in my life.

    I walk back into the bedroom to make sure I left everything in perfect
order. I had already folded my blanket up, sliding it and my small pillow
away under the bed, my Master's bed. It was fully made and untouched by me,
awaiting his return latter today from his business trip. Yes, I do not
sleep in his bed unless he is home and I am invited. Otherwise, I sleep on
the floor at the foot of his bed. I am allowed a small pillow and a warm
blanket but that is it. I am his slave after all, what else would anyone
expect. Yes, everything in the room looked ready for my Master, nothing out
of place.

    When I had finished I went to the hall closet to get dressed for
work. In the closet I have one box and 5 hangers. I have a leather jock
strap, as Master says he gets tired of a totally naked slave all the
time. I have a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, a pair of Levi 501's, and a pair
of sneakers. Those are for when he needs to take me somewhere on the
weekend. I also have my two work uniforms. Those consist of black pants,
and white shirts. The pants are just tight enough to show off my ass, but
just loose enough for me to be able to get away with them at work. The same
can be said of the shirts, just tight and tailored enough to show off my
nice hard body but not to tight to show the tit rings enough so as to get
me fired. In addition to these I have one black belt, four pair of black
socks, one pair of black shoes, and one regular jock strap which I am
allowed to wear under my uniform pants to help keep my chastity cage from
showing. I also have one suit and one tux that occasionally I am allowed to
wear when accompanying Master to an event where he wants a sexy, young
companion on his arm.

    If you wonder what I do to earn money, hence the need for a uniform,
well my Master found me a waiter job working for a friend of his. I only
work the lunch shift, 11am to 3pm and only Tuesday through Friday. That
allows me to get my Master off to work every day and be home ready and
waiting for him when he gets back home. It also allows me Monday to do all
the really heavy house work. Master demands a spotless house. I had been a
waiter when I met my Master and have to admit I am a pretty good one. I say
this, as I tend to make really good tips. Not that I am allowed any of the
money anymore. Every penny I make comes home and is turned over to my
Master. My boss makes me give him all my tips, he then counts them, seals
them in an envelope, and leaves my Master a voice mail telling him how much
I am bringing home. I don't have a need for money anyway. Every month
Master buys me a bus pass so I can get to work. I am allowed $5 in my
wallet just in case, other than that what do I need? Does my boss know I am
a slave? Of course. He and my Master are friends. My Master asked him to
give me the job I have. In addition he often visits and is allowed use of
my me in reward for allowing me to work for him. Not that I am complaining
I am a slave, what else would one expect.

    When I am ready I head off for work. The bus ride takes me about 30
minutes so I have to make sure I leave early enough. I can hardly wait for
my shift to be over! Today is Friday and Master is due back this afternoon!
His plane gets in at 5pm so he should be home by 6pm. I hate it so much
when he is away. Being a slave all by yourself in your Master's house is
very lonely. As I work my shift I try so hard to focus on my customers, but
my mind keeps drifting back to being excited for tonight. Sometimes if he
has had a successful trip, after I service his needs, he unlocks my cock
and let's me cum. Oh don't get me wrong he plays with me, edging me for
hours, just to amuse himself but in the end, sometimes, he actually lets me
cum. Other times, if he is in a sadistic mood, he teases me then locks me
back up without cumming. To be honest I think I actually prefer it when he
does. I have learned to love the feeling of full balls that need to
cum. Would tonight be one of those nights? The ache in my balls made me
hope it would be one of the nights he allowed me to cum. But of course that
was totally up to my Master's pleasure. I am his slave after all.

    Once I had finished my work shift I hurry to get home. I want to be
prepared and waiting just as my Master requires. He is usually home by 6pm
so tonight would be no different. The first thing I do when I get home is
remove all my clothes and put them away neatly in the closet. Once done
with that I make a quick run through the house. I check for dust, lint, or
anything else out of place. Once I have made sure the house is perfect I
head to the kitchen to begin preparing Master's dinner. Over the years I
have become a pretty good cook. Working in a nice restaurant has helped
quite a bit as I can watch the dishes that I serve. I can see how they are
made, but just as importantly how they are presented. My Master expects his
meal to look as good as it tastes. Trust me I learned that concept the hard
way a long time ago! Once I have all the prep work done and have decanted
the bottle of red wine I chose to go with his meal I head to the
bathroom. I always re-shave my face and re-brush my teeth before I assume
my position in the hallway to wait for Master to get home.

    Once done I go to the front hall just inside the front door. I kneel
down head bowed and will wait here until Master arrives. I always try and
be in place by 5:30 just in case he gets home early for any reason. Until I
hear his key in the lock I am allowed to relax a bit and sit back on my
heels. But once I hear him I am to immediately change to, what Master
calls, the present position. I must lock my fingers together behind my head
while kneeling on the floor. My head must be kept down and my eyes firmly
fixed on my chastity device. I am to push my elbows back and keep them
raised to the level of my ears, raise up my chest, push out my pecs, and
tighten my stomach. My heels must be together, my thighs stretched apart as
wide as possible, and my ass may not touch my heels but must be raised just
slightly off of them. It is not easy to maintain this position without
having my leg muscles get sore. I am always very thankful when Master tells
me I can relax and present. Which means I am allowed to drop my ass back
onto my heels while still holding the rest of my body the same. It may
sound strange but knowing just what it is expected of me at any given time
without my having to think about it makes my life so much easier.

    Just before the clock hits 6pm I hear Master's key in the lock. I
immediately get myself in the correct position. He opens the door and walks
in. As my eyes are staring at my locked cock I cannot see his face. He
ignores me and walks past. I hear him head into the house. I assume he is
taking his luggage to his bedroom. I wait expectantly for his return. Since
he was ignoring me was he mad at me? Did I screw up somehow? I had missed
him so baldy to be ignored is sheer torture. Time ticks by. My legs start
to hurt from the strain. I hear ice cubes clunking into a glass and still
Master does not return. I wait, my mind going crazy, wondering why he is
taking so long to acknowldge me in anyway. Finally after what seems like
forever I sense his presence in front of me. He reaches down and pats my
head as he says, "it's good to be home boy. It was a hell of a trip."

   Then he walks off again leaving me still kneeling. As my muscles start
to protest against the strain I realize that he is making me suffer to make
himself happy. When he has a bad trip I have a very bad life until he feels
better. I knew right then that despite my aching cock and balls there was
very little chance I would get to cum tonight. But then again, I am his
slave, what else should I expect.