Date: Sat, 31 May 2008 20:26:40 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: SUB-student Adendum, Part 1

Hi,
  After reader feedback, decided to do an addition to this story. The first
Part is here, and attached of course.

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SUB-Student-Addendum

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(Author's Note: After a number of reader comment that no real Master would
give up his power to a sub like Jimmy, I decided to make an addendum to
Sub-student, to change the ending. It will be in two parts. Here's the
first:)


     I stayed down under the rimming chair during the few minutes that boi
was upstairs, but I was very, very angry with him. How could he possibly go
along with those guys and mistreat me?
    I though about all of the time I spent training him, trying to make him
something worthy of a Master`s attention, and he had been coming along,
becoming a better and better slave each week. Then suddenly, Jeff turns on
me, Jai and Randy show up, and the next thing you know boi is acting like a
top!
    Everyone was gone from my house except the bitch upstairs, and me,
supposedly waiting patiently for the "master" to return.
    In reality I was shaking with anger and had crawled under the seat to
prevent me from striking out at him!
    I heard the basement door open and close and then the slut-fuck climbed
down the stairs.
    Boi had helped himself to my beer and walked over to the rim-chair as
he finished the can, and without saying a word, turned his ass towards me
to sit down...planning to sit on my face!
    It took me only a second to slide the seat above me back and away. Then
I was on my feet, grabbing the slut's arms and twisting them behind
him. I'm much larger and better developed than boi, and I had taken him
completely by surprise. I was easily able to secure his hands with the
handcuffs I had placed nearby. The beer he'd been carrying went rolling
along the floor, leaving a beer trail in its wake. I grabbed a rope already
attached to the ceiling and then pulled his cuffed arms upward, securing
him in place.
   Other than some guttural "ooffs" and "awww" sounds as I bound him, the
bitch hadn't said a word, probably knowing he was in a very bad
position. But once he was bent over, his arms bent above and behind him as
far as they would go, he started to protest and apologize at the same time.
   "I didn't mean anything...hey these things are hurting! We were just
playin'...come on, Sir,...let me loose..." he wailed, sounding like...
 "...a little girl! That's what you sound like bitch boi! A fricking pussy!
Did you really think I was going to just let you take over as Master? Were
you going to keep me in a fucking cage or something? Was I supposed to go
to work each day and support you???"
   He didn't respond, hearing the anger in my voice and knowing what was
going on was more than a scene like the ones we used to have. Boi knew he
had crossed some very wrong lines.
   I grabbed one of the cum and piss and sweat stained hand cloths that
Jeff and them had used to clean up after the sex earlier in the evening. I
stuffed it in boi's mouth, securing it with a heavy stretchable rubber ring
around his head. Breathing through his nose, his eyes bulged out toward me.
   Boi was balancing on his toes, with his arms pulled way back up behind
and above him. That left him open to what he had earned by daring to
mistreat me.
  I made a big show of opening one of the large cabinets on the wall in
front of him, I could see his eyes straining to follow my movements. He
already knew what was in the cabinet. I had made him clean each and every
toy in it multiple times over the past months. Sometimes with his tongue.
   I pulled out a five-inch long, seven-inch around heavy metal butt plug
and walked behind him, casually spitting on his hole and forcing the plug
in. I noticed some hair growing back as I worked it past his slave
sphincter, finding myself disgusted with how much he had fallen back from
the obedient slave cunt I had made him. Hair on the bitch?
  Despite the gag, his loud moaning let me know how much the plug hurt
going in. I knew it would and ignored him, of course. He had earned all of
this and more.
  From the cabinet I grabbed one of my favorite punishment paddles,
fifteen- inches long, painted black, with holes in it to allow more
powerful smacks. I had nicknamed it my "bitch board". I made sure he saw
it, and he cringed, knowing what was coming, closing his cheeks tightly
around the plug, as if it would somehow protect him.
   You are getting a specific punishment FAG BOI! This punishment paddle is
going to make contact with each of your worthless ass cheeks SIX TIMES! And
then one final strike in the middle as a reminder. This is going to hurt
boi! This is PUNISHMENT for a slut who thought he would top his Master!!
Think about that. YOU! A TOP??? Think about that during the next few
minutes slut!
  Even though he had seen the board, and had seen me walk behind him, the
first strike to his right cheek caused him to shriek so loudly through the
gag that I was slightly worried someone outside might hear him...or hear
the sound of the paddle striking his suddenly red cheeks.
  I had paddled boi before, but never like I was working his ass now! As
promised I alternated from one cheek to the other, each of the six strikes
hitting home, the loud smacking sound echoing through the dungeon. I paused
in between, just enough time for the apprehension to build up for him.
   Each time I hit a cheek he cried out from behind his cum-rag gag.  When
the last single cheek strike came, he was sobbing. His cheeks were bright
red and there were marks showing the impressions of the holes in the big
paddle.
    Finally I took aim, wound up and swung a final punishment slam across
both cheeks, pushing the plug even deeper into him. By then he had used all
of his energy in muffled yells, and I heard only an "ooooofffffff" from
him.
   I stopped, pulled a stool over and sat in front of him at eye level. I
needed a rest. He kept his crying eyes down, but he could not miss the fact
that my face was inches from his. I spit in his face and he flinched. His
sobbing continued.
  "We've just begun, slut. Just begun. I want you to think back to the
moment that you decided you would work with Jai and Jeff and what the fuck
his name was. Go back to that moment so you can remember where you took the
detour that you are paying for now!!"
  I retrieved a punishment cane from the cabinet, walked back behind him
and used it to sharply strike the bottoms of his feet a few times. He cried
out more, struggling to get away, though there was no escape, of course. If
he pushed his feet flat on the floor, it forced his arms into an ever more
painful position. It was hopeless. He could do only one thing: endure...and
hope I would eventually stop!
  "OK bitch-boi, I want you to know exactly what this is for...you are
being punished on your little girly feet for daring to WALK in my presence
when you should have CRAWLED. NO fucking girly slave deserves to walk in my
presence! But I;m going to give you a chance here...if you nod yes to this
question, I'll untie you and let you go. You can end the punishment and
stop the hurt. All you have to do is nod yes, telling me you are ready to
walk out the door and never return. Do you want that Bitch????
    Through his teary eyes the boi looked at me and moved his head right
and left. Good.
    I used the cane to strike each of his feet, starting at the heel and
working my way up to the toes, three times on each foot...I knew how
painful this was, and made sure the pain was tied into the lesson he was
learning.
   "There is only ONE Master is THIS house you fucking SLUT!" Every third
or fourth word was shouted in time with a swipe at his feet. "And THAT is
only ME you pig pussy! ONLY me!" You AWAYS crawl in my presence!!!!
   The slut was sweating now and shaking, racked with pain all over his
body because of his bound position. Without warning I struck his opened
handcuffed hands lightly with the cane, causing him instantly to close them
into fists.
  "You will leave them OPEN! NOW! OPEN those hands...!!!"
   He reluctantly did as ordered.
   "This is in punishment for daring...for having the fuckin' GAUL to use
those hands to touch me in a way a slave may NEVER touch his Master!  Three
times I struck each hand, leaving red welts.
    Did you hear me? You have LOST THE RIGHT TO BE MY SLAVE, YOU FUCKING
SISSY PUSSY PIG!"

  Without any warning I pulled the plug out of him, forcing his hole open
so fast that it remained open for a moment, a gaping black opening into his
innards. He cried out from behind his gag, mostly because of what I had
said---that he was no longer going to be my slave---but also because his
body was trying to adjust to the missing toy. I inserted an even larger
plug, rubber this time. Despite the previous stretching, it took some
effort to get the new one in and seated in his ass. Once it found it's
place, I slapped the bitch a few times on all of his cheeks and went
upstairs for a beer.
    I relaxed in the living room, watching the playroom video monitor of
the slave boi struggling in his bondage. I think I dozed off for a few
minutes, and I felt much better when I went back downstairs. The bitch was
still sobbing, his body in such a state that he would have collapsed on the
ground had he not been tied to the ceiling.
   He certainly perked up as I suddenly pulled out the rubber plug, leaving
an even larger gaping hole begging to be filled.
   I untied the rope, allowing his hands to drop down behind him, still
handcuffed, and attached a leash to his collar. He managed to stand, but
only barely. I removed the gag, leading him over to the bondage table. But
instead of putting him up on it, I hopped up myself. He looked at me
briefly with an odd glance.
   "No fuck-face, you are not and will never again be my slave, and you
CERTAINLY will never be the master here." I lay down, giving him his new
orders: "I still have piss on my body...SLAVE PISS!...Get that tongue
working, start at the toes...I want every molecule of it off. Get moving!!"
   He went to my feet, stretching his leash as far as it would go, bent
over and started licking. I'll have to admit he did a good job, getting in
between each toe, not forgetting the heel, licking his way up my ankles and
hairy legs, working his increasingly yellow-stained tongue over my thighs,
pleasing me into an erection as he bathed my hairy balls and cock. He was
all business, but I could see his own mast rising too. Despite the pain he
had endured, boi was back in the position he belonged...serving his Master,
and being turned on by his service!
    I lifted my legs up to make sure he did a good job on my ass, kinda
like rimming while laying down. He used his tongue to slip in and out of my
hole, and I sighed with pleasure from the licking and cleaning.
    Soon he was working on my tits, being very careful not to let me feel
any teeth. All of the licking was giving his tongue a rough surface, and
that felt especially good on my tits. I was fully hard as he moved to my
sides.
    "Get those pits good cunt, clean every hair," I encouraged him as I
stretched my arms out behind me, using his leash to pull him this way and
that.
   It took him about forty-five minutes to do the job, finally reaching my
neck. I ordered him to stop. Remembering his standing orders, the bitch
assumed the slave "presentation position", though the handcuffs forced him
to adapt a bit.
  "Open your mouth!" I ordered as I climbed down off the table.
  His tongue was raw and stained.
  I pushed him to his knees, grabbed some tit clamps, "endurance clamps"
they`re called cause it takes some tough tits to endure them for long, and
attached them. He inhaled sharply but, of course, said nothing.
  I forced his mouth open and emptied my bladder. I was pleased to see he
had not forgotten how to take what I offered without spilling any. Then I
fucked his mouth for fifteen minutes, starting slowly, but working up to a
good forceful deep throat. I held his head by his ears, pulling him on and
off my rigid spear, reminding him who he was: "You are a WORTHLESS CUNT,
boi, a bitch worthy of nothing! Did you actually think for even a second
that you could top ME??? There are prepubescent 8th graders who are more
tops than you! YOU are just a worthless little slave punk, a hairless piece
of meat for me to fuck!"
  I slapped his face with my tool over and over, then repeated it with my
right hand. Soon his face was as red as his ass, but there were no
complaints. He was accepting the punishment he knew he was due.
  Reinserting my cock into his mouth, I kept up the pounding in and out,
over and over, repeating my verbal message. The Real Master was back, and
the slut was to forget everything that had happened downstairs.
   While boi had cum in the dungeon earlier in the evening, I had not, so
when I did shoot it was with a series of huge spurts that struck the back
of his throat. After my last blast I held my cock deep in him, watching him
struggle a bit to breath around my pole.
   I pulled out and ordered him NOT to swallow and to hold his mouth
open. A nice healthy deposit, I thought to myself, looking at the pool of
white at the bottom, spitting into the open hole of his mouth a few times
as a kind of interest on my original deposit. His face glistened with my
spit too.
   For extra measure, I squirted the rest of my piss into him. The combined
fluids filled his mouth cavity almost entirely, and if he wasn't careful,
it would spill over the edge. I knew he would be careful, breathing only
though his nose to preserve the pond I had created in his mouth.
  I left him kneeling there while I went up to my bathroom, brushed my
teeth and turned on the water for the shower. When I was finished truly
cleaning my body, I dried off, and returned to the dungeon. The slut was
still holding the liquids in his wide open mouth, his hands behind him in
slave boi position, his pointy tits still gripped tightly by the clamps,
his cock hard.
   I ordered him to swallow, and he gulped down the combination of cum and
piss and spit in a second, correctly leaving his mouth open and maintaining
his kneeling head-back position.
  "Go upstairs and shower bitch, you stink. And brush your teeth and shave
that fucking hair off too slut! I told you, you don`t deserve to have
man-hair! Come back down to the dungeon when you're done," I ordered the
boi who had oh so briefly been ordering me around. I removed his cuffs to
allow him to do what I had ordered.
    I started cleaning up a bit as he slowly climbed the stairs, but hot
red ass glowing. I rearranging the toys in anticipation of the very, very
long night ahead.
   The world was right again.

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