Date: Thu, 11 May 2006 11:25:04 -0500
From: ID Zervit <idzervit@lycos.com>
Subject: Permanent Bondage: 5. The Third Encounter

A note to readers:  Thank you ALL for your comments.  I REALLY
enjoy hearing from you!  Your comments are most welcome!  For those
of you who are anxious for the torture and bondage to begin,
well, be patient, and remember, good foreplay makes good sex!  This
poor slave has the rest of his life to endure whatever Master has
planned for him.  In Episode 6 you will learn what the satchel and
the bucket contain...hang in there.  Rob

PERMANENT BONDAGE: 5. THE THIRD ENCOUNTER

We met, the four of us, in Master's living room.  I eyed the two
witnesses carefully, knowing that they were full participants in
whatever future Master had planned for me, including inheriting me
if Master died!  After brief, perfunctory introductions, we
moved to the dining table, Master indicating where each one of us
should sit.  At my place there was that envelope I had seen
on the last visit.  My heart did the first of several leaps it
would make over the next while...and so did my cock!  They all sat
the same way as if it were planned (perhaps it was)...their elbows
informally laid on the table, their hands clasped before
them, and gazing blankly, but seriously at me.  I put my slightly
trembling hands on the table on either side of the envelope,
trying not to look too relaxed, and awaited instructions.  After a
few moments of silence, Master produced a pen and laid it
on the table beside him.  Looking me right in the eye, he asked,

"Are you prepared to sign the document?"

"Yes..." I tried to say, but it stuck in my wndpipe and I only let
out a pitiful squeak.  Quickly clearing my nervous throat, I
continued, "Yes Sir."

"Open it," he said.  I fumbled it open, laid the envelope aside and
spread the contract out on the table before me.  "Read it
again," he instructed.  I did...

As I read through it carefully, for the last time before signing,
pertinent words leapt off the page and sent pangs of both fear
and excitement through my entire being: kept clean, Master's whim,
completely naked perpetually, absolute control over
genitals, bondage implements, restraints...  I made my way slowly
through Point One, Point Two, Point Three, The
CONCLUSION.  I was finished reading, but I hesitated for a few
tense seconds, exercising my last little bit of control, but
merely putting off the inevitable.  I had already decided to sign.
I swallowed deeply and slowly and, finally, looked up at
Master indicating that I was through.  He immediately handed me the
pen.  I took it in trembling hands and signed all the
places indicated.  I pushed the document over toward him.  He
carefully inspected all of my signatures, signed it himself, and,
in turn, passed it to the two witnesses.  Their heretofore solemn
faces now sported the slightest smiles.  This had obviously
been a tense moment for them too!  But it was over.  The contract
was signed and witnessed and I was his and, in fact, theirs.

"Wait here," Master said to me, then escorted his two friends to
the door.  They spoke briefly and softly.  I didn't even try to
listen.  I was engrossed in my own briskly racing thoughts.  What
had I done?  Was I sure?  Too late!  I could run.  I was still
dressed.  I could "escape" out the back.  But I sat and waited as
commanded.  When he returned his demeanor was different.
He looked at me sitting at the table.  I thought that I should
perhaps know what he expected, but I didn't.

"Stand up," he commanded, not harshly, but firmly.  He was taking
command.  This is what I had longed for.  "Follow me," he
added tersely.  I did.  We stopped at the door to the basement.  He
turned to face me.  I was following him so closely that I
almost ran into him.  Stumbling slightly, I regained my stance just
in time, even though my knees had turned to butter!  He
put his hands on my shoulder to steady me.  "Relax," he said,
"You're doing the right thing.  Now, just trust me.  Before we go
downstairs," he continued, "let me give you some instructions.
Listen very carefully, you will only hear this once, and there
will be no speaking for quite some time after this!"  He paused.  I
regained my composure, looked at him longingly, and
listened intently.  I am his slave now, I thought.  He owns me!  It
felt good already, even though I didn't know fully as yet what
it meant.  I would learn.

"Initially," he explained, "your captivity will consist of a
transition period, with varying schedules and routines.  You will
lose track of time as you know it now.  After this you will be settled
into a regular, very detailed schedule.  Nothing will ever be
explained to you, you will never be made aware of anything other
than what to do and when to do it.  You will learn through
punishment and reward just what I like and what I expect, and when
you have pleased me!  There are two rules: 1. Never
speak unless I tell you to!, and 2. Do what I say immediately and
without hesitation.  Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I said, and my cock stiffened.  He allowed me to
continue to gaze into his eyes.  I knew in that moment that he
would sense all my needs, that I would not need to ask questions!
I would work so hard to please him, but I would also
welcome punishment for not pleasing him.  I shivered again with
delight.  He lowered his hands from my shoulders where
he'd kept them.  He reached around me, pulled me to him and hugged
me reassuringly.  I loved him.

"Alright then," he said, "come, it is time.  I followed him down
the basement stairs.  At the bottom of the stairs there was a 5
gallon plastic utility bucket, unmarked and covered with a lid, and
a small black satchel.  Motioning to them, he said, "Bring
these along."  I picked them up, one in each hand, and we walked
the length of the storage space and up to the huge wooden
door.  The small table where I had placed my clothes had been
replaced by a garbage can with a plastic liner.  At his
instruction, I put down the bucket and the satchel and began to
remove my clothes.  Getting naked was always a rush for me,
especially if someone was making me!  This was the last time I
would strip.  I did it slowly, savoring the rush, welcoming the
coolness against my skin, the cold floor against my bare feet.
Putting my clothes and shoes into the garbage sent me over
the edge.  My cock was totally stiff now.  Master looked at my
cock, then looked me in the eye and said, "We'll have to get
that under control, won't we?"  I shivered again.

He swung open the large door.  I picked up the bucket and the
satchel, and followed him inside.  He closed the door and
secured it with a huge combination lock.  There was the answer to
one of my questions; if I changed my mind and wanted to
escape, even if I were not otherwise bound, I would not have the
combination to that massive lock.  I was completely caught now,
naked and locked in his dungeon.  My knees were butter again, I
almost fell from the weight of my load.  He directed me to
put the bucket and the satchel down, took me under my arms for
support and led me over to the cleaning area.  He directed
me to step into the wash basin.  I noticed a single chain hanging
down from over my head.  He cuffed my hands with simple
metal handcuffs.  He then operated a mechanism on the wall beside
us which lowered the ceiling chain.  The handcuffs were
attached to the chain and pulled up just over my head.  "Kneel", he
said, and, with some difficulty, I did.  Pulling my head
forward, he wet my hair with warm water.  He sat down in front of
me, took out a razor and began to shave my head.  I was
weak with the joy of it.  He was cleaning and shaving me, getting
me ready to be bound into his service.  It was a delicious
sensation to know that I know longer had to make plans or have any
concerns at all, other than to please him.  I was now completely his!