Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:21:56 -0800 (PST) From: aw78uk <aw78uk@yahoo.com> Subject: slave training 10 This is a true account of training sessions with my Master. Master would like feedback from readers on ways in which he could train me further. Please email Master at the address given in earlier episodes of this account. Thank you I was ordered to arrive at 7pm but the traffic was very bad so i arrived late. I had texted Master en route and he had had ordered me to text him when i arrived and to wait for permission to ring his bell. That was granted so i went to the door what i thought was about 3 minutes late. Master let me in. 7 minutes late Slave - pathetic. Get down on the floor and grovel. I dropped to my knees and started begging for forgiveness - Sir, sorry Sir sorry to be late Sir, sorry Sir please forgive me Sir, sory Sir. Slap, slap, Slap - master was slapping my backside in punishment. Thank you Sir, thank you for your punishment Sir. I was ordered to kiss Master's boots and then to worship his dick inside his combat pants. Suddenly Master pulled away. I was ordered to my usual corner to strip off my sports kit - vest, shorts, socks and trainers (no underwear) and to crawl back to him. By this stage my cock was hard and sticking out. Lick my boots slave! After a while Master ordered me to undo his belt and remove his cock. Master also had no underwear on. It was a real privilege to lick his cock and balls. I also managed to suck his cock without gagging. After a while Master ordered me to wait on all fours while he returned with a collar locked onto my neck and a chain and lead which he attached to my cock. He dragged me into the kitchen and i was ordered to wash the floor. Do it properly slave or you will lick it clean with your tongue! Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I washed the floor desperately hoping it would be up to Master's standards. All the time he was pulling on the chain attached to my cock. When i had finished, Master got my metal dog bowl and put some water into it. Come over here slave - lift the bowl up and hold it under Master's cock. Master granted me the privilege of pissing into the bowl and then i drank from it. What an honour. Master dragged me upstairs by my cock and he then tied my hands above my head with wrist restraints attached to a hook in the ceiling. I was blind folded then my cock was attached to chains at the right and the left. Finally a very heavy weight was attached to my cock. I pulled down to escape it, which pulled on my wrists. I pulled up to release the tension on my wrists and felt the huge weight on my cock. No escape. Master kicked the weight and attached pegs to my nipples. I knew he was taking pictures because i was aware of the flash going off. He also was writing on my front and my back with a marker pen. Later Master showed me the pictures - he had written pathetic slave, property of master, masters' fuck hole, After a while Master released me from the chains. I sunk to the floor exhausted. Master slapped my backside hard. Thank me slave! I shouted out: thank youSir, thank you for punishing me Sir! Master led me to the bedroom and i was chained to the bed with my head at the bottom. Still blindfolded. Master pulled hard on my nipple pegs. He then pushed his cock into my mouth and forced me to lick his balls and rim his arse. What a privilege for a pathetic slave like this. Master untied me and ordered me to crawl into his office, under the desk. Master ordered me to remove his boots and football socks and to start licking his feet. I could not have been more desperate to worship my Master. I licked as if my life depended on it. Master was viewing porn while I was under the desk worshipping his feet. He came and ordered me to lick his cock and hand clean. What an honour. All the time his foot was pressed against my hard cock. I was ordered into the bathroom to kneel to take Master's piss. I tried to take it in my mouth but gagged. Instead Master pissed all over me in the bath and i licked his masterful piss up from the bottom of the bath. Master hosed me down so that i would clean and able to serve him some more. I was ordered downstairs and served Master as a footstool while he had a drink and watched television. He wrote all over me again and took some more pictures. After a whiile he ordered me to get dressed again in my skimpy humilating sports kit. I left, with mycollar still locked in place. Master will send me more orders online. I cannot wait....