Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2005 21:31:34 -0500
From: Bruno Ciardi <brunoman51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sir Called -- Part 13

Master Mauricio did not let me suck his cock until he came. He pulled out
after making sure that i would give the same devotion to serving him as to
Master. After he finished humiliating and using me he led me back
downstairs. Speaking to Master, he said: "Do you think we should let the
slaves rest a while before the dungeon party tonight?" i had never heard of
the dungeon party so did not know what Master Mauricio was speaking about.
Master agreed with him and sent slave todd and me to my room with the order
that we were to sleep. It seemed natural for me to fall to sleep holding
slave todd's body in my arms, my soft cock buried into the softness of his
ass cheeks. It was clear that even between us two slaves, he was more
naturally submissive. i submitted to Master out of love but with him there
was a deeper insecurity that required him always to be under the power of a
stronger, more assured man. we slept like this for hours, until Master came
to wake us at about 8:30 p.m. It appeared that he and Master Mauricio had
also slept for hours. They called us into Master's room to prepare them for
the dungeon party. Master was dressing only in jeans, a tee-shirt and
leather boots. Master Mauricio had slave todd dress him with his master's
harness, leather pants, and boots. Slave todd and i were not instructed to
wear anything but leather boots, cock rings, and small leather caps. The cap
made me feel silly but i put it on without question. Then Master ordered us
to serve them some cold food that was in the refrigerator. i suppose it was
in preparation for being exhibited at the dungeon party that slave todd and
i ate from one plate on the floor, helping each other from keeping the food
from spilling and pushing food into each others mouths with our tongues.
Before we finished eating, Master Mauricio had us beg for food like dogs and
gave each of us a Viagra tablet. With the pheromones that would be flying in
a dungeon and our naked proximity to our Masters and each other, we were
both destined to have hard-ons throughout the night, beginning almost
immediately.

After we cleaned up the dining room and kitchen, the Masters had us get into
the trunk of the car. We drove for about 45 minutes, slave todd and i being
bounced around a bit in the trunk. When the car stopped, the trunk was
opened and we got out. i immediately recognized that we were at Master
Pete's slave training facility. It had been months since i'd been here but
all the feelings of submission training and focusing on Master throughout
the weekend instantly came back to me. Both slave todd and i were
maintaining our erections. In my own case, i was very conscious of it
jutting and swaying as we walked into the training room, the site of the
party. Slave todd's cock was more vertically erect than mine with a slight
curve that gave it an exquisite beauty to observe. With our heads
respectfully lowered we entered the hall. Slave mike and slave joe were
there, kneeling one on each side of Master Pete. Other Masters and slaves
were also there, most of whom i did not recognize. Fat, tall, beautiful,
troll-like -- Masters and slaves in the most incongruous combinations with one
thing in common. One man was under the power of the other. slaves were
serving their Masters, bringing them drinks and appetizers. Then most knelt
silently at their Masters' sides, some being petted, some ignored, some fed
doggie style.

After being in the room for about a half hour, one couple caught my
attention. Without being too conspicuous i observed them carefully. It was
Juan, the Chihuahua, with whom i had had my long weekend at the facility. He
was with the man who had come to pick him up. Only the whole situation was
now reversed. Juan was dressed as a leather Master and his former master was
naked and pierced through his nipples and his cock, with a ring through his
nose. Juan was talking with animation to another leather Master with his
slave on all fours, bearing the weight of Juan's boot that was planted
firmly on his back. The slave made no complaint but kept his head high with
the proud smile of a totally submissive being who has found the security of
being totally dominated by another. In this case, i imagined, it was not
wealth or position but the slave's neediness and Juan's natural dominance
that reversed their relationship.

As Master and Master Mauricio mingled and had us follow them around the room
we eventually came into Juan's presence. He greeted Master and Master
Mauricio and they returned the greeting in a friendly, casual manner. Master
Mauricio spoke to Juan, saying:
" Hey Master Juan, I see that you've made real headway with this one. I
remember when he first brought you to my house when you were new to this and
he was your master. He and I were friends then. I guess now you and I can be
friends and we'll see what the slave is good for.

Master Juan acknowledged Master Mauricio's comments and with total
self-assurance addressed him as an equal. "You know, Mauricio, from the
first minute i was with slave tony I knew that he was really a cunt looking
for a man. It was just his money and being pampered all his life that had
him confused. Now I am making him happier than ever finding out what a
cuntslave he is." With that, Juan used his booted foot to roughly push slave
tony's head to Master Mauricio's foot. "Worship his boots cuntslave." The
slave licked and kissed, slurping with unabashed enthusiasm. To me it was
almost embarrassing to see his changed status. However, my cock was still
rock hard as i witnessed slave tony's degradation. Master Juan used the
riding crop in his hand to further humiliate slave tony by swiping his
bottom. When Master Juan noticed me, he lifted my head with his free hand to
look into my eyes. "Hey compa, how are you? Still a good slave, I see. I
remember how you sucked my cock when we were caged here. Man, you've got a
good heart. I mean, you weren't my slave. You sucked my cock and then licked
up the cum out of friendship." Hearing Master Juan talk to me like this
filled me with emotion. i was holding back tears. How strange to find real
connectedness to this man who had been a slave and was now a Master. We were
not friends because my status in relation to him was now too low. But there
was a feeling that bound us together nonetheless. He then turned away from
me and spoke to Master. "Master George, do you think I could have a session
with slave tim soon? I really like this guy and would like to have the
chance to expand his slave nature. You know he's special. He's not just a
cuntslave like slave tony. He's a slave who gives out a real sense of
devotion, not just to his master's cock but to his master's happiness.

Master smiled and petted my, pushing my head down so that i was now
kneeling. "Master Juan, he is a special slave. He's a slave who is also the
love of my life. I think it might be good for him to spend a day with a
master like you, who appreciates his fine qualities.

i could barely contain my happiness and being described by these two men in
this way. In spite of the increasing activity in the room with many scenes
of domination and submission being enacted by exhibitionists for voyeurs,
they were just a backdrop for the much more absorbing interaction between
the two masters. Meanwhile, slave todd and i were kneeling side by side, our
cocks still stiff. Other masters and slaves were obviously looking at us,
some with admiration for our refined obedience and good slave bearing, and
some with envy that we had achieved this union as slaves that made us
connected. Yes, we were slaves but we also had a friendship between the two
of us. Our lives had a dimension that many of the other slaves did not have.