Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2008 04:06:08 -0800 (PST) From: aw78uk <aw78uk@yahoo.com> Subject: slave training 12 This is a true account of training sessions with my Master. Feedback appreciated. For next session of slave training I was ordered to arrive at master's house and let myself in while master was at the gym. I had been sent instructions ordering me to strip completely naked immediately on arrival, which I did. Master had provided some maker pens and ordered me to write something `suitable' on my naked body. I wrote `INFERIOR SLAVE' across my chest. I had been sent a list of tasks in advance. These included doing tidying and washing up in the kitchen -- making sure that everything was left spotless. I also had to wash and clean the kitchen floor -- then to do it again. This was because Master was probably going to make me eat off the floor later. Also I had to iron some work shirts for Master. Any creases and severe punishment would result. Master had ordered me to be in position -- naked and prostrate -- waiting for his return at a particular time. He arrived exactly when he said he would and at first completely ignored me. My cock was hard and raging. After a while master came close to me and walked slowly around me, almost brushing into me and towering over me as I was crouched prostrate on the ground. He then ordered me to crawl over to where he was standing and to worship his trainers. Master had been to the gym. I licked and washed them with my tongue really greedily. Master told me to kneel up so that he could inspect what I had written on my chest -- Very appropriate Slave, you are inferior, master said. Back down at my feet. Take off the trainers and socks and get your tongue to work on my sweaty feet. Quickly I obeyed and started cleaning master's feet, in between the toes and also the soles with my tongue. While I washed one foot, master rested the other foot on my back while he sent text messages and answered the phone. He ignored the grovelling inferior slave at his feet. Suddenly master got up and ordered me to stay motionless on the ground until he returned. After a while I heard the clanking of chains and felt master roughly getting hold of my cock and balls, fixing chains and cuffs so that my cock was attached to my ankles, which were shackled together. Follow me slave -- crawl! It was a real struggle to move, because every inch I crawled forward the chains pulled hard on my cock. With difficulty I managed to edge forward, struggling and grunting like a chained animal. Master ordered me to follow him into the kitchen while he inspected the tasks I had completed. I'd better be satisfied, slave or you know what will happen? My heart was beating fast, hoping that Master would be pleased. He was satisfied with the washing up and the shirts. Did you wash the floor twice slave? Yes sir, I replied. LICK IT THEN he shouted. I pushed my head down to the floor and started licking hard and fast. Master towered over me and suddenly pushed a foot in my face -- Worship your Master slave! I moved my tongue onto his god-like foot and after a while he pulled it away and ordered me to follow him back to his chair, where he settled down to make more phone calls and ordered me to start licking his trackie bottoms near his cock. After a while he ordered me to take his trackies off and to keep licking on his trunks. I could feel Master's huge cock under the lycra of the trunks. Lick the balls too, Slave! Master ordered. Soon Master pushed me away, pulled down his trunks to reveal his huge cock. I could not take my eyes off it. Worship it Slave! I crawled forward and started licking his cock and balls as if my life depended on it. What an honour. Master continued to send and receive texts, but after a while I could feel him getting harder and harder. I tried my very best not to gag on his huge cock. Soon he was cumming in my mouth and I had to swallow it all. Clean my cock slave -- get it all licked clean -- do it now! Master ordered. I also had to lick his leg clean where my pre-cum had dripped because I was so excited by serving him. Master pushed me back down on all fours and rested with his feet on my back for a while. Then he started to talk about my last visit. How long is it since you served me, Slave? How many days? Answer your master! I knew it had been quite a long time but I did not know how many days. Thirty days master? I said in a low voice. "53 DAYS" slave, master replied. And you are going to receive punishment for every day and you are going to thank me for it. Do you understand slave? Yes sir Master untied me from the ankle cuffs and I struggled upstairs on my hands and knees where master blind folded me then tied me spreadeagled to hooks in the skirting board and ceiling. He slapped my hard cock, attached some pins to my tits and attached a swinging weight to my cock and balls. He set it swinging with his foot and left me there for a few minutes. Master returned and started slapping my arse. One Sir, thank you Sir, Two Sir, thank you Sir, Three Sir, thank you Sir. At one point I lost count and master went back to the beginning. I knew that the total would be 53... After 26, master stopped. I was panting hard and struggling against the restraints. Master walked away and I could hear the sound of more chains in his bedroom. After a while Master returned and untied the ceiling restraints. I almost fell to my knees and master let me rest for a while, my ankles still restrained and my tits still pegged. Suddenly master appeared with a glass of liquid in front of my face. I could not see properly for the blind fold. Drink it Slave! I gulped down greedily, soon realising it was water mixed with Master's piss. What do you say slave? Thank you for your piss, Sir, thank you Master I replied, and finished off the glass. Master untied my ankles and dragged me to the bedroom. Up on the bed, hands and legs spread slave! My head was at the bottom of the bed and master had me chained spreadeagled at each corner. Master pulled on tit pegs and I could feel my hard cock straining and springing about. That pathetic cock needs tying down, master said. I felt him roughly attach a rope and pull it off to one side, so that my cock was tied down and every movement was painful. I was aware of master leaning over me and suddenly I felt the pain of hot wax dripping on my chest. How many slave? Stupidly I said `one sir, thank you sir'. Master laughed and said ok, do you want to go back to the beginning? I was terrified and said I was sorry and stupid and begged master please to continue my punishment at 26. Count again slave! 26 sir, thank you sir... More wax, this time near my tits... 27 sir, thank you sir. Master dripped wax all over my chest and crotch up to number 53. I was shuddering and whimpering in pain. At the end, master untied me and ordered me down on the floor where I collapsed prostrate at his feet. Worship them slave and thank me! I licked master's feet and thanked him for punishing me, thanked him for showing me my place as a pathetic slave. Master dragged me into his study where I served as a footstool again while he worked on the computer and made a phone call. I then resumed foot service and shortly was ordered to lick and suck again on his cock. Master came again in my mouth and I swallowed as before and licked and cleaned his cock as he pulled it out of my mouth. Follow me downstairs slave! Master had ordered me to bring with me some humiliating sports kit in case he wanted to take me out for any outdoor service. He had also said that he might have me run behind him while he cycled for a while. Master threw the kit at me -- a bright yellow nylon vest, bright blue footie socks and some really tight black old fashioned nylon PE shorts. Put that pathetic kit on slave and get back at my feet. I dressed in the humiliating kit -- still blind folded - and my cock was straining inside the shorts. Master had me on the floor while he sat above me and he started pushing down on my shorts with one of his feet. Hump my foot slave, while you lick and clean the other. I adjusted my position so that I could lick one foot while master pressed the other on my cock and soon I was breathing heavily and ready to cum. STOP! Shouted master -- you cum when I order you. Master repeated this for a while and finally he was ready to cum again himself and he also ordered me to cum. I let out my cum into the nylon shorts, while master's cum spurted out over my naked body at his feet. Clean off my cock again slave! Master said he had one last treat for me before I was to be ordered to go. Crawl back into the kitchen slave and kneel up with your hands behind your back. Master stood over me and after a moment I could feel drips of his piss landing on my shorts. Master's piss mixed in with my cum and soon the shorts were pretty wet. Crawl to the door, get your trainers on and get out of here slave! You will drive home dressed like that and you will display yourself to me over the webcam when you arrive so that I can inspect that you have followed my orders. Yes sir! I crawled back to where my trainers were left and struggled to get them on. Master removed the blind fold and the other restraints which were still in place and I was allowed to get to my feet to leave the house. Back home, I turned on the webcam and showed myself to master. The cum and piss had dried and my shorts were now hard as a board with dried cum and piss. Good slave. Don't' leave it so long before serving me again!