Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2005 17:10:30 -0400
From: Bruno Ciardi <brunoman51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sir Called -- Part 14

After the dungeon party life went on as usual for months. My identity as
Master's slave was completely taking over my life. i went to work and
carried on my professional life as always. Perhaps others noticed that i was
not the same as i had been before i became a slave. i was certainly less
aggressive about my work, more cooperative and more helpful. i never allowed
myself to act submissively but my new status must have shown in a greater
deference to those few men who really seemed to be confident with a sense of
their own power. But i kept work relationships at a business level. At the
gym i was more determined. In my early 40's, i wanted to keep my body
pleasing to Master, tight and toned but not overly muscular. At home i was a
naked slave. i served, cleaned, obeyed, and gave pleasure any way Master
wanted it. From the moment i woke up until i went to sleep i no longer asked
myself what i wanted. Rather, i asked what Master wanted. Being his slave
was my way of connecting to him at all levels. It was never boring. It
couldn't get boring. Humiliation was not at the center of our relationship
but Master knew that at times humiliating me was a way to bring me to a new
level of  forgetting myself in my effort to make him happy. So he would
occasionally decide to have me wear titclamps when entertaining. The
greatest humiliation was the night he invited Master Mauricio to dinner and
had me wear diapers. Slave Todd and i served as usual, Master ordering me to
drink more fluids than i would normally have done. When i could no longer
control myself i urinated in the diaper. Master Mauricio particularly
enjoyed my embarrassment. He order slave todd to change my diaper. i was
told to lie on the floor on a plastic sheet that slave todd spread. He took
off my waterproof panties and unpinned my old-fashioned diaper. i lay naked
and vulnerable as he cleaned me, oiled my genital area and powdered me.
Master Mauricio came over to admire his handiwork. He put his fingers in my
mouth to suck on like a baby on its bottle. With his other hand he played
with my cock, commenting on what a cute little baby penis i had. He said to
Master: "George, wouldn't it be nice to keep slave tim's body shaved. I
think that it would be a good reminder to him of his subjugation. Although i
did not at all like the idea, my cock became rigid to the point that i had
to tighten my muscles to keep from cumming.

This was the way in which Master kept me always working, always striving to
serve him. His relationship with Master Mauricio grew to the point where
they often slept together. Sometimes when they made love i knelt beside the
bed, happy that Master was getting pleasure. At other times i was sent to my
room alone; those were the nights i hated but learned to endure. On other
nights slave todd and i slept together, making passionate love as only two
slaves who understand each others' needs can do. Of course, we were not
allowed to fuck each other. The worst nights by far were those that Master
ordered me to spend with Master Mauricio. Then the humiliation i felt was
not pleasurable. It was pure humiliation that i entered into to please
Master. Master Mauricio must have been aware of this because he delighted in
humiliating me with butt plugs, shavings of my cock and balls, more diapers,
using me as furniture...many things that Master did not need to do. But Master
Mauricio and i also knew that my cock grew just as hard for him and his
uncaring humiliation as for Master or for slave todd. My cock yes, but my
mind no.

After months of continuing like this, Master told me that Master Mauricio
and i were going on a vacation together, just the two of us. Plans were
already made and i should take a week off from work. Then he explained that
since he and Master Mauricio's relationship had grown it was now necessary
for me to be trained to respond to Master Mauricio spontaneously and
devotedly, as if he too were my Master. i knew that i couldn't say no to
Master but he saw my face tighten and the tears i was holding back. Then he
said to me: `I know that you do not love Master Mauricio but I love him and
I love you too. Eventually he and you and slave todd and I will form one
household so you must learn to submit to him just as you do to me. He then
gently took my chin in his hand and kissed me warmly while he caressed my
hardening cock with his other hand. He knew that i would not be able to say
no to him and that by taking control of my body like this that i would start
to train my mind as he commanded.

The next day i announced at work that i was taking the following week off.
Then for the rest of the week between trying to focus completely on Master
and get my work done i constantly returned to thinking about what a week
with Master Mauricio would be like. It was clear to me that i disliked him
and derived no pleasure from his humiliations. It was also clear that no
matter what i thought about him, my body responded to his handsome, sadistic
domination of me. He did not come to the house all week. On Thursday evening
he called to tell me what to wear for our week. i was to be ready at 5:00
p.m. on Friday for him to pick me up to go to the airport. He didn't even
tell me where we were going. I was to wear jeans and a t-shirt that he sent
over, both too tight for a man my age unless he was advertising his illusion
that he was still in his twenties and looking for a good time. No socks, no
underwear, sneakers. i was also to pack my gym clothes, collar, leash,
cockrings, titclamps, buttplugs, etc. i did as i was ordered and was ready,
kneeling at the door when he rang the bell. Master greeted him. i kissed his
shoes while he and Master kissed. Then Master took my head in his hands,
raised me up and gave me a deep kiss. As soon as he finished, Master
Mauricio did the same. i could taste both of them in my mouth and couldn't
deny that it felt good. Master gave some final parting words: `Serve him
well slave because in serving him you are pleasing me. Soon you will want to
please Master Mauricio just because he is your Master too.' Then we left.

For perhaps the first time since i met him, i sat next to Master Mauricio in
the car as sat in the back seat of Master's car on the way to the airport.
During the ride his attitude towards me was inconsistent. He spoke, telling
me that he wanted us to develop a relationship in which my submission was
freely given to him and that he wanted me to learn to desire to serve him.
While he said these things he massaged the back of my neck with his powerful
hands, something that Master had always done to make me more malleable and
submissive. But then, when he saw that i was responding by getting a hard-on
he threatened to make me cum in my pants so i would have to be seen by
everyone at the airport like that -- in the only pants i was allowed to pack.
Thankfully, he didn't make me cum. At the airport we departed from Master
again and boarded a plane for Ft. Lauderdale. We sat next to each other on
the plane, Master Mauricio on the aisle, i on the window. He pretty much
ignored me during the flight, doing some work and reading. He put the things
he wanted close to him on my lap without a word or an acknowledgement that i
wasn't an empty seat. When the obviously gay male attendant came by, Master
Mauricio spoke for me. `He'll have the chicken entree and mineral water.
Then he grabbed my genitals through my pants so that the attendant could
see. The two of them smiled at each other and the attendant, a tall,
slightly effeminate black man said: `I guess I know were you two are headed.
The leather resort, no.' Master Mauricio smiled and responded to him. `
You're right, why don't you stop by if you get a chance and you can join us
by the pool or in our room.' On saying this he squeezed my cock and balls so
that they actually hurt, just to let the attendant know who was the boss and
who would be the boss if he came to visit. The attendant responded: `yes
Sir, we might be able to accommodate you on that. Do you have everything you
need for the moment Sir?'. It amazed me how easily Master Mauricio could
establish his dominance over the attendant without a trace of self-doubt or
doubt of the attendant's willingness to submit. i had to admit to myself
that his self-assurance turned me on. i absorbed the feeling along with the
subtle smell of his body next to me, allowing myself to feel his strength.

We got to the leather resort, a walled resort that from the outside looked
like many others in Ft. Lauderdale. But as soon as we entered the reception
area it was apparent how different this place was. Master Mauricio ordered
me to strip naked in the lobby, put on my collar and put the clothes into
the bag. i would be naked for the next week. Other men were walking in and
out of the lobby, mostly dressed in leather, or vacation clothes if they
were going in or coming out of the resort. We got many looks, especially of
envy from out of shape men who would have loved to have been standing in
Master Mauricio's or my place. i was the only completely nude person in the
lobby. Master Mauricio spoke to the receptionist. They arranged for our room
and Master Mauricio informed the receptionist that i would take care of all
the cleaning of the room and that i would also serve him at all meals. No
waiters would be needed at our table. The receptionist smiled and said he
understood. There were not really that many Master/slave couples who were so
overt at the resort but there would be no problem. Then he gave Master
Mauricio the room pass. i carried all of our things, following Master
Mauricio to the room. Once in the room, i unpacked and put away all of our
things. His clothes were carefully hung. i laid out my gear on the closet
floor so it was readily available. i then turned down the bed. Then Master
Mauricio did what he had never done before. He took me gently in his arms,
caressing my body with his hands, kissing me gently but firmly. My body
started to become more pliant and he whispered to me. `This week is going to
be very good for us. I want you to really let go and feel you desire to
serve me and submit to me in everything.' Between words, he kept caressing
and kissing me, opening my legs and forcing me to let myself submit to his
power. When I was just on the point of cumming, he stopped. He had me kneel
while he changed into his Speedo. Then he attached my collar and led me out
to the pool area, my cock still raging with a pulsating hard-on. We walked
to the pool. He took a chaise for himself and had me sit on the concrete,
telling me not to cover my genitals. While he sat in the sun and made small
talk with several men lying next to him i sat on the ground, readied to
serve. After a while, he ordered me to get him a drink. He asked the other
two men if they would also like one. They said they would so i went to the
poolside bar and picked up their drinks. i gave the order to the barman, a
leatherman wearing a bathing suit and a harness. He looked at me with a
knowing smile as i kept me eyes respectfully downcast. Before he gave me the
drinks, he made me stand there while he played with my nipples. He pinched
them and twisted them, very much enjoying the fact that many guys were
watching me be used like this, offering no resistance. Finally, he gave me
the drinks. i returned to Master Mauricio and his new-found friends, giving
them each their drink. Master Mauricio had a serious look on his face when
he told me that i had taken too long and would need to be punished later. i
took my place again, seated with my cock and balls exposed. Occasionally he
would use his foot to play with them absentmindedly. If there were other
Master/slave couples present that day, none were as obvious as us. It was
clear to everybody there that i was a totally trained slave. Master Mauricio
made no pretenses of conversing with me or of being concerned that i was
having a good time. He went swimming, never asking me or indicating in any
way that i might like to go in the water. My body was soaked in sweat. When
he came out of the water, i gently towel-dried him. Then i sat again and
contemplated how the rest of the week would be.