Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2013 13:56:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: SLUTTY WHORE?S SECOND SUBMISSION 04

SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND
SUBMISSION 04

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM


Masters cum ran towards the back of my throat and as he moaned, I swallowed
the thick and creamy goodness eagerly.  Masters cum tasted sweet and very
thick, unlike Master Hugh's cum which was thinner and slightly salty in
taste.  I loved both, but Master Rashid's cum was like, like sweet dairy
cream.  I found my tongue rolling around Masters shaft and my mouth sucking
on his piss slit to try to elicit more of that delicious nectar. I wanted
more.

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I wanted more, much more of that sweet cum, and as I licked around Masters
softening cock, I realized I was also tasting myself, my arse to be
precise. Although I had already cum as Master had been fucking me, I found
that my own cock was rock hard and throbbing again while Master kept hold
of my hair to keep my head in position in front of his groin.

"Drink," Master ordered in a compassionate tone and for a second I thought
he intended me to drink his cum, which of course, I had already
devoured. Instead, I felt a warm liquid rush from Masters cock to fill up
my mouth and extend my cheeks.  As the liquid continued to fill my mouth I
gulped down a large mouthful with some difficulty as Masters cock impeded
the use of my tongue. As much as I could swallow with each large gulp,
Master seemed to replace as quickly and within two or three gulps Masters
piss was escaping my lips and running down my chin onto my chest. Master
continued to piss into my mouth undaunted and I continued to gulp down as
much as I could manage.

I had closed my eyes in an attempt to concentrate on opening my throat and
swallowing as much of Masters piss as I could. Interestingly I did not have
any thought or doubt about what I was swallowing. I would lick, eat, drink
or swallow anything Master desired, and Masters piss was warm and tasted
pretty good to me. I was focusing on swallowing as much as I could and
minimizing leakage when I felt Master withdraw his cock from my mouth while
still in full flow.  I felt the piss splash onto my upper lip, up my nose,
and across my eyes. I felt a strong temptation to turn my head away from
the force of the flow, but resisted and felt Master play the stream up over
the top of my head and then down, across my chest and to my abdomen.

I opened my eyes as Masters flow stopped, looking up at him to see his
broad smile with that little curl on the right side of his mouth.  Piss
suddenly hit me in a forceful stream right between my eyes as Master forced
the last liquid out of his bladder.  Master chuckled as I quickly closed my
eyes and involuntarily turned away. Two or three more streams of
diminishing volume hit my left cheek as before Master ordered me to clean
his cock.

"Yes, Master," I replied eagerly as I turned to take his now softening but
still gorgeous brown cock between my lips.  I sucked on its head to
withdraw any last drops of piss, and worked my tongue around soft smooth
flesh, feeling the warmth of his cock against my tongue. Master allowed me
to enjoy this moment for quite some time before pulling me off by grabbing
a handful of my hair at the back of my head again, and dragging my head
forcefully backwards and away from his groin.

Master retrieved the smaller chair collar and padlock and re-secured it
around my neck.

"You will wear this permanently as a reminder that you are mine."

Master then grabbed the handcuffs from the table and stepped behind me,
re-fastening them to my wrists.

"I like my slaves to be handcuffed at all times, and as you don't need to
serve me or my friends right now, you don't need the use of your hands."

My knees were aching once again, from kneeling on the rough hard concrete,
and the wind seemed to be increasing in ferocity and dropping in
temperature as I stared at the ground in front of me while Master moved
around behind me.  I had lost all track of time, yet, I wanted my time with
Master to last forever at this moment.  I felt that I belonged here. I
should be naked and collared at all times. My purpose was to please Masters
every desire and whim.

Master pulled me up to my feet by the heavy steel collar and stood before
me surveying his new toy.  He had closed his jeans and tucked in his
t-shirt again, so he was fully dressed and gorgeous, compared to me in
complete contrast; stark naked, covered in cum and piss, and bound like a
stray dangerous dog.  As Masters eyes moved over my body I felt a sudden
wave of embarrassment and looked down at the ground.

Without a word, Master grabbed the front of my steel collar and walked me
over behind the small table to the point where two of the three trailers
met.  Master unlocked a wooden door on what looked like a small storage
cabinet, to reveal a second door made up of thick vertical steel bars
spaced about six inches apart, with solid thick steel bars running
horizontally about six inches from the top and bottom of the door. Master
unlocked a large padlock on the right side of the door and swung it open,
revealing what was essentially a cage, covered on all sides with wood to
resemble a storage cabinet.

"In," Master commanded as he forced me to bend at the waist by pulling my
collar down and directing me into the cage. I had to crouch but still stood
too tall to walk into the cage, so I dropped to my knees and shuffled into
the small, dark space, my eyes slowly adjusting to take in it in.  It was
no more than three feet deep, around two feet wide and about three feet
tall. I heard my chain catching on the metal of the door as I crawled
inside, my hands still cuffed behind my back. The solid clang of the steel
door being forcefully slammed behind me actually startled me and made me
jump, spinning my head to look at the entrance I'd just crawled through. As
I expected, the door had now been closed and Master was already snapping
the padlock shut. My chain ran under the small gap between the base of the
cage and the bottom of the door

"I have some stuff to do," Master said as he stood up to leave me with only
a view of his jeans covered legs and tennis shoes.

"I'll be back for you, later."

With that I heard Master return up the steps and into the trailer. I
crawled to the door of my cage and peered out over the concrete slab and
into the muddy area at the center of the scrap yard. The base of the cage
was a solid steel floor, which was cold and unyielding to my already sore
knees. As I twisted my hips to the side to sit on my right hip and arse
cheek, I heard the door to the trailer slam shut and Master skip quickly
down the three steps leading away from the door. I craned my neck to catch
a glimpse of Master, only to see him jump into the drivers side of his
Range Rover, fire up the engine and drive off up the very muddy path I had
ran down hours before.

I truly felt completely abandoned at that moment. I longed for Master to
stop the car and return, smiling at my belief that he would just drive off
and leave me, but as the car drove on I realized that was not to be the
case. I was so disappointed. I missed Master gaze, his beautiful smile, his
gorgeous light brown skin, his jet black hair, his deep penetrating eyes,
his deep yet mesmerizing voice – everything about him.  I was in a sort
of withdrawal, and he'd literally only just left me alone. What was
happening to me, I wondered.

I surveyed my surroundings for a second time as a cold gust of wind
penetrated the spaces between the bars of my cage and caused me to
shiver. The steel bars were on all sides of the cage as well as the making
up the roof of the cage. The bars were then covered in the wood exterior
that I was actually very happy for. They did camouflage the cage and hide
my presence from any prying eyes, but the wood also stopped the wind from
penetrating through the sides or the back of the cage. As the wind swirled
around the trailers, an occasional gust would find its way directly through
the front door of the cage, but this was much better than being left naked
and exposed in the mud for example. I was grateful for this.

The metal floor of the cage was pretty scratched up but looked clean other
than my own marks and I'd shuffled into the cage and turned around.  I
noticed a steel dog bowl tucked away in the front left corner of the cage
which I hadn't seen before. As I got closer, I realized there was some very
pale yellow liquid in the bowl. I bent down towards the bowl and sniffed
the liquid to try to determine if it was indeed what I suspected it may
be. There was no scent, so I stuck my tongue out and dipped it into the
liquid, and yes, it was piss.  Masters I presumed, though I had no way of
knowing. Clearly, it was intended as liquid refreshment for me should I
need any while Master was gone. I took a little sip of the cold piss and
swirled it around in my mouth, relishing the taste of Master Rashid, my
cock throbbing and leaking a little pre-cum once again as I did this. I
swallowed and suddenly realized that I needed to pee pretty badly.

I had not focused on my own bodily functions much since I had thrown up,
then shot my load, but now I was alone in this cage, without Master to
distract and use me, I became aware of the feeling of dried cum on my
cheeks. Dried mud on my ankles and feet. My nipples were still red and
quite sensitive from the bulldog clips Master had used on them earlier. My
arse-hole was actually, feeling a little tender but in a very, very good
way for some strange reason.  I had stuffed things up my arse before, and
fucked myself with a broom handle and various other things imagining that I
was being used by a gorgeous hunk just like Master Rashid. Now that it had
happened, I wanted more and more, and my arse seemed to agree with my cock.

I looked around to see if there was anywhere obvious for me to pee without
making a mess of the bottom of the cage, but there was nothing obvious. I
then wondered if I should even consider pissing in the bottom of the cage
without Masters permission. He may be upset, or worse, disappointed. I
shuffled and struggled to find a comfortable position within the
unforgiving solid cold steel cage, dragging the links of my chain under the
door and into the cage as I moved from back to front, side to side. It
suddenly struck me that I was doing exactly what my own dog does before
settling down. Circling and trying to figuring out the most comfortable
position.

The cage was too short to lie down in, and too narrow to sit sideways. It
was also not tall enough to allow me to stretch out or stand, so I decided
to sit on my arse with my legs bent up close to me in the back corner of
the cage, with my cuffed hands in the corner space behind my back.  I
decided to ignore the growing pressure in my bladder in the hopes that
Master would return before it became an absolute necessity to relieve
myself.

The back corner of the cage protected me from much of the wind that was
swirling around outside, though the coldness of the day filled the space
and my feet and hands were becoming stiff as a result. My flesh was
goosebumps all over as I tried to huddle in a little closer to warm
myself. The sounds of the rain on the steel roof was almost like a drum
soundtrack, beating in a rhythm that increased in ferocity for a time, then
decreased in sympathy with the gusts of wind which whistled past the
opening of my cage. I wondered how long Master would be gone. How long I'd
have to stay naked in this awkward position. As time passed I found myself
worrying that some stranger or employee may come to the scrap yard and
discover me. I'd then discard the worry, assuring myself that Master would
ensure that couldn't happen, only to have it rear up again as the minutes I
was trying to keep track of in my head seemed to turn into an hour, then
perhaps two hours. It was so hard to tell.  I had to constantly shift
positions a little to ease the pressure being applied to my naked flesh
from the steel bars and floor of the cage, gaining temporary relief, but
experiencing the sudden coldness of the steel my flesh had not warmed each
time.

I opened my eyes from darkness and a sudden intense pain bore through the
back of my head. As my eyes focused in the darkness I realized I must have
dozed off, and when I woke I had lifted my head and banged into the bars on
the top of the cage.

"Shit," I said to myself.  "Fucking shit," chastising myself at my own
stupidity. As the pain throbbed and I shook my head as if to try to
dislodge the pain, I realized my guts were cramping up, demanding that I
pee to relieve the pressure in my bladder. I glanced out of the cage door,
hoping to see Master or his car returning, but what I saw was that it was
much darker outside now than it had been when I entered the cage, and I
could tell that the rain had lessened as the drumming on the steel roof was
no longer present, though I could still hear the gentle swish of droplets
as they hit the wet mud just a short distance away from my cage.

My legs and shoulders were stiff and painful as I tried to adjust my
position, thinking that I would move to the cage door to piss outside of
the cage if I could manage it. As least that would keep the cage floor
clean and dry. I rolled onto my right thigh and inched forward on my thigh
towards the door, feeling the intense coldness of the steel as I moved, and
using my hands on the floor behind me to help my progress. I pondered for a
second whether I could piss in the dog bowl Master had left me that already
contained what I presumed was his own piss, but I knew my bladder was about
to release a volume that would easily overflow the space left in the dish.
It had to be outside or I would be sitting in a puddle of cold piss until
Master returned. I didn't relish that thought, even though I didn't mind my
own piss, and I'd even played with pissing on myself and drinking my own
piss in the past.  Sitting in my own cold, wet, stinky piss for who knows
how long.

I reached the cage door and pushed up on my hands to angle my hips towards
the bars. My cock was already piss-hard, just like it is every morning when
I wake up, so it was pretty easy to aim towards the space between the bars,
but the moment I released the flow, my piss immediately hit the bars and
sprayed back onto my face and chest. My skin was so cold, and the piss was
so hot that I instinctively flinched and as I tried to turn my head out of
the spray, I lost my balance, falling forward into the bars of the door
with my face, as my legs slipped behind me into the depth of the cage.
Despite my best efforts to stop the flow of my piss, the compulsion to
release the pressure in my bladder was too great and the flow continued,
covering the floor of the cage in a few seconds and coating my legs at the
same time.

"God fucking damn," I shouted, having failed in my plan, yet, as the warmth
of my piss surrounded my legs, I resigned myself to enjoying the warmth for
however long it would last before the inevitable cold set in again.

I felt as though as I was pissing for an hour. It just kept flowing, and
flowing, and flowing. I couldn't believe how much was coming out of me, and
the floor of the cage was awash with it before the flow finally slowed to a
stop.  I rested for a moment, enjoying the temporary warmth in a slightly
uncomfortable position, leaning forward against the cage door. I tried to
look left and then right into the area in front of the cage to see if
Masters' car was back, but I didn't see anything other than the growing
darkness and the stacked piles of discarded cars becoming more and more
ominous in the yard.

How long had I been in the cage? What time is it?  Is Master coming back
for me?

I twisted around in the cage to sit on my left side, relieving the pressure
on my right thigh, sitting close to the door so I could keep an eye on the
yard for Masters return.  Again it struck me that I was acting just like my
own dog at home, sitting on my bed looking out of my bedroom window for a
glimpse of me returning home.  Now I was the dog, peering out of the bars
of this cage waiting for my own Master to return home and play with me.  I
felt my cock twinge and I realized I was hard again. I fucking loved this
shit, being treated like an animal, a slave, a piece of owned property.  I
was stark naked, cuffed and collared, sitting in a cage on the ground under
a trailer in a scrap yard in a pool of my own cold piss. I was really cold
by now and could barely move my hands as they felt stiff and painful. I had
no idea when, or if, Master would return and when, or if, he would ever
release me from this cage. And, I was as hard as a rock and I really wanted
to jerk off.  What kind of fucked up craziness is this, I wondered.

I didn't know of any of my school friends who even talked or joked about
this type of shit, never mind any who have done anything similar.  It was
pretty much unimaginable to me that anyone else I knew would be willing to
put themselves in the position I had willingly accepted with Master Hugh
and now with Master Rashid.  Was there something wrong with me?  I had
these thoughts often in the beginning with Master Rashid, as I delved
deeper and deeper into my submissive, subservient nature with him.  I had
serious doubts about myself and about what I was doing at times, yet, I
found myself longing to be with Master Rashid and longing to submit more
and more to his will and his desire.



--End

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