Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 06:36:38 -0500
From: Bruno Ciardi <brunoman51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sir Called - Part 10

i woke up the next morning with an acute need to piss. Master was still
asleep so i
went into the bathroom and pissed. Then i washed my face, brushed my teeth,
and gargled to look good for Master. i returned to bed and lay down lower on
my bed taking his limp cock into my mouth to obey my orders of the night
before. Nothing ever seemed more natural than to have his cock in my mouth,
tasting the salty residue from last night's sex and making sure that he was
cradled in warm comfort. Absentmindedly at first, i began to massage and
suck on his cock, gently, not to arouse him but to study the veins and
muscles of the cock i wanted to arouse and excite and serve. Master started
to wake up slowly. When he opened his eyes he saw what i was doing and
smiled contentedly. Then he started to let a slow stream of piss escape. I
tightened my face muscles to close a seal around his cock and suck his piss
down like a baby suckling. When he finished emptying his bladder he spoke
for the first time. "Go run the shower and while I am getting ready prepare
our breakfast."

Since i was just now beginning my life of permanent slavery it occurred to
me while i hurried downstairs that i would be spending much of my life
naked, scurrying about fulfilling orders. i was really happy about this and,
once more noted that as i thought about Master, my cock swelled and got rock
hard. As i prepared breakfast it remained hard and when Master came into the
kitchen i was completely erect. i didn't know if i was supposed to set one
place or two for breakfast but risked it and set for only Master, not
wanting to displease him. He noted the setting approvingly and smiled at me.
"Lie down on the table slave. I want to enjoy the sight of you as my place
mat, a place mat with a huge hard-on." I lay on the table with my cock in
the air, arms at my side. Master placed his plate on my belly and his coffee
cup on my chest. i had to lay very still, not breathing too deeply to
balance while Master ate off of me. When he noticed the pre-cum seeping from
my cock he bathed forkfuls of food in it "Open wide, slave" i opened my
mouth for my cum-soaked breakfast, happy to be entertaining Master in this
way.

When breakfast was finished, i cleaned the table and washed the dishes.
Master read the paper until i presented myself on my knees in front of him.
He said "Slave, we have a gym date at 3:00 with some friends of mine then we
are having dinner at their home. I will  present you as my new partner. In
all things you will act like my partner with no hint that you are my slave.
I expect you to engage in conversation freely without restraint of any
kind."

Although part of me was really looking forward to calling Master George and
engaging with him as an equal, i was also pretty nervous about the visit. i
had not been treated as an equal by Master since our first evening together.
i didn't know if i'd be able to pull off being his partner. Subservience was
now ingrained in me. And all this being said by the man who just used me as
a placemat and a napkin and had chuckled as he played with my cock with his
fork.

Before the gym date, i cleaned house and sat at my slave desk doing some
work -- all naked of course. When it was just about time to go, Master told
me to come and get dressed. i dressed and packed my gym bag. We drove side
by side to the gym. i was confused because i didn't know if he was Master or
George at the moment. As if reading my thoughts, he massaged the back of my
neck, what he did when he wanted to relax me and spoke. "Feels a little
weird right now, doesn't it Tim?" "Don't worry, you'll get used to switching
gears. It's all part of being a good slave in the modern world."

In response, i responded, voice trembling at using the name i hadn't spoken
in months. "Thanks George, i am going to do this to make you proud of me."

We arrived at the gym where George's two friends had just arrived. They were
a couple. One was a tall blond man of about 45. He was in good shape, with
an easygoing air about him. His partner was shorter and darker, with the
tight muscles of an Italian almost muscle-man without the gold chains.
George introduced me to Karl and Louis, friends of his whom he met through a
colleague at work. The four of us worked out together on the resistance
machines and cardiovascular equipment for almost two hours. The conversation
was casual but pretty intelligent. i had to remind myself to enter into the
talk without holding back and without waiting for permission or approval. It
was not always easy. i realized that i was beginning to wear my slavery very
close to the skin. But i could also see that if i didn't engage and show
that i had things to offer that an intelligent Master like George would soon
grow bored with me as he would with any slave.

When we finished working out, we went to the sauna for a bit. Karl and Louis
sad with each other, the larger Karl wrapped in the arms of the small
muscular, and obviously possessive Louis. George and i also sat together in
a moment of relaxed bliss. i took liberties to touch him without asking and
even to initiate a kiss. He returned the kiss without any sign that he
controlled my life. Wow, my insides were like a swirled pattern of feelings
that couldn't mix. Slave and lover. Lover and beloved. Master and slave. If
George just pinched me or used his hands as he usually did to claim my body
as his property things would have been much clearer. As it was, i couldn't
even get an erection in the sauna even though i had had one constantly for
hours that morning.

After the sauna we showered and dressed and arranged to meet at Louis and
Karl's house as soon as we could all get there. George and i drove together.
Once again, sensing my discomfort and internal confusion, George massaged
the back of my neck. In doing this it was like reestablishing his dominance
and my slavery through hypnotic action. The tension of not being his slave
was dissipating and i began to feel like my new self again. i closed my eyes
and dreamed of being back in Master Pete's training center again only this
time i was being leashed and caged and trained by Master. It was as his dog
that i fetched and stood proudly with a buttplug tail wagging. Drifting off
in the security of his powerful hand, i whimpered and a very low `woof' came
out of me. Master chuckled and said, " Having a dream, pup, it's ok". i
opened my eyes and he moved his hand from the back of my neck to my mouth
and chin. Gratefully, i began to lick his hand. My erection was back when we
arrived at Louis and Karl's house.

Dinner was delightful. The food was good. George made me a martini and
brought it to me in the living room. Once again, i played the role of his
lover and had to suppress the desire to strip naked and serve him and his
friends and then to kneel patiently at his feet as he entertained them. But
i engaged in conversation. At one point, while discussing a Spanish film i
even corrected a factual error that George made. He didn't blink but
acknowledged that i was right. We continued in this way for hours until
10:00 p.m. Then we took our leave and headed home. As soon as we got into
the car Master told me to take off my clothes, which i did gladly. He did
not speak for the rest of the ride. Taking my cue from him i remained
silent, hoping that i hadn't displeased him. Once in the garage under the
townhouse, he pulled my collar and leash from the glove compartment and gave
them to me to put on without a word. Then he led me into the house. Once
inside, i immediately fell to my knees. Not sure if Master was angry or not
i just waited with eyes down. He picked up the mail and looked at it. Then
he returned to me and spoke for the first time in a half hour. "Lick my
shoes, slave." i licked slowly and lovingly, trying to put things back in
order with the devotion of my tongue. Then he explained.

"Slave, you corrected your Master in front of others. That is a violation of
your position. You will be punished. But just so you understand, I know that
you did the right thing. I told you to engage like an equal. Let's just say
that you are in a catch-22. You had to do what you did and you must be
punished for what you did. It's the dilemma of being my slave." As he spoke,
i licked and kissed his shoes even more fiercely to show him that i would
live gladly with these ambiguities for the privilege of being his slave. We
continued like this for about 15 minutes. Then he said, "It's time for slave
to go to his bed." i looked at him with eyes that asked permission to speak.
He consented.

"Master, thank you for this lesson. i understand that i am your slave to be
punished and that i must obey you even when it leads to punishment. Thank
you for being my Master. May i go to the bathroom before being put to bed,
Master?"

Master pierced me with his gaze. "No slave, tonight you'll sleep in diapers.
If you can't control yourself, then you'll sleep in your piss and shit until
I change you tomorrow." This was a new humiliation for me. My mind and mouth
wanted to complain at the indignity of being taken to my room and fitted
with a large adult diaper. But my pulsing erect cock was saying something
different; it said that i willingly submitted to Master and loved being
treated even as an incontinent infant by him. Then he lay me on my slave bed
and kissed me on the forehead. He said, "Goodnight slave. Don't get out of
bed until I come for you in the morning unless there is an emergency. i
kissed Master's hand before he left and involuntarily my cock erupted,
filling my diaper with warm, sticky cum. Master laughed and walked out. As i
lay in bed i tried to sleep. i thought about the events of the day until the
urge to piss became overwhelmingly strong. i tried to hold it but was
unsuccessful. i urinated into the diaper, now lying in a combination of my
cum and piss until Master decided to clean me on Sunday morning.