Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2008 23:10:08 +0100
From: CAJ <ws11sub@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Weekend With My Master part 1

It was Friday evening.  I had left work and driven to my Master's house.  I
had been in slave training under this Master for a while, and was beginning
to make some real progress.

I had been given a front door key, and as my Master was not home yet I let
myself in.  I knew the routine.  I went straight to the bedroom and took
off all my clothes and placed them neatly in the wardrobe.  I went to the
kitchen cupboard where my collar is kept and placed it around my neck.  My
dick was already hard with the thoughts of how my Master may use me during
the weekend.  I knelt by the back door in the 'present' position and spent
some time letting the thoughts of work and the outside world disappear, and
began to focus my mind on my Master and my slavery.  My cock grew even
harder as my mind concentrated on how I could serve my Master better this
weekend.  After I had focussed my mind I said aloud, "To my Master, I give
my all".

I rose to my feet and went to the table in the lounge to read the list of
instructions my Master always left for me.  It was usually a list of chores
to be done before my Master arrives home from work to ensure the house is
clean and tidy.  This week it was different.  The list began as normal -
hoover the bathroom, clean the shower, etc.  But after the list of items
about the chores for the bathroom there was a cryptic statement.  It said,
"When you've performed the above chores search for an envelope somewhere in
the bathroom before you continue the list."

The whole list of chores was broken up like this.  There was an envelope to
be found after each section of jobs to be done around the house.  I was
intrigued and excited by what could be inside the envelopes and began my
work in the bathroom.  I hoovered the floor, cleaned the toilet, shower and
sink.  Then as I finished wiping the mirror my thoughts returned as to what
might be in the envelope.  I finished up in the bathroom.  I hadn't found
the envelope whilst I was cleaning so began to look for it.  I eventually
found it on top of the bathroom cabinet.  I quickly ripped it open and took
out the sheet of paper inside and read it.  I could hear my Master's voice
as I read:

"You're going to be a much better slave for me this weekend.  Your limits
are going to be pushed and you are going to serve me in the way that I
want."

My cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum at an alarming rate as I quickly
read the rest of the note.

"You know where the butt plugs are kept.  Take the second largest one and,
after making sure you arse is well lubricated, insert it.  I want your arse
nice and loose for me later."

I quickly got the lube and butt plug.  It really was quite large, and I
hadn't used a butt plug with these large dimensions before.  I put plenty
of lube up me.  I knew I was going to have to stretch my arse if I was able
to get the butt plug to fit.  First I used a couple of fingers then slipped
another one in to make sure I was nice and loose as instructed.  I put the
butt plug on the floor and tried to sit down on it.  It was quite painful,
but I knew I had to do this for my Master.  After a few attempts I got it
in.  The relief I felt was intense.  There was a physical relief, and also
the relief that I had followed my Master's instruction.  I just sat there
for a few minutes while my body got used to the full feeling I now had in
my arse.

I got up and went downstairs to continue to read the list of chores.  The
next section of the list contained the bedroom chores.  At the end of this
section of the list my Master informed me that the next envelope was to be
found somewhere in the bedroom.

As quickly as I could I got through the chores, but ensuring that the jobs
were done correctly.  The feeling of the fullness in my arse ensured that
my cock remained hard and continued to leak pre-cum.  There was already
quite a snail trail running down my leg.  The fullness was distracting, as
the initial pain had now turned to intense pleasure every time I moved.
But I knew I had to remain focussed on the chores.

As soon as I had finished dusting I began to search for the envelope.  I
eventually found it under my Master's pillow.  I ripped it open and read
the contents.

"Get on your knees in the 'present' position while you read this.

You've a lot of potential to be my permanent toilet.  You have tried hard,
and made real effort to be a good pig for your Master.  By the end of this
weekend you will be begging for my piss and shit.

Take a towel and cover the sofa.  Go to the fridge and take out a box of
shit.  Lie on the lounge floor with the box of shit next to you.  Spend a
few minutes just inhaling the smell of my shit.  Breathe in deeply.  Get
used to the smell as you'll be getting a lot of it this weekend.  Take a
handful of my shit and smear it over your chest. Put the shit next to the
fireplace.  I will now allow you to sit on the sofa until the shit has
begun to dry.  Then continue the list of chores."

I did exactly what my Master told me to do.  His shit was very smelly.  It
was perfect for smearing - slightly runny.  I lay on the floor rubbing the
shit into my chest, concentrating on my nipples.

The list of chores continued with the upstairs office.  This room didn't
take very long at all.  I found the envelope under the computer
keyboard. The instruction was simple:

"As before smear yourself with shit, but this time cover your cock and
balls.  Do not wank your cock if you get hard!"

I returned to the lounge and lay on the floor.  I took a handful of my
Master's shit.  I was so tempted to have a quick taste, but that was not
part of the instruction.  My cock was already hard by the time I moved my
shit covered hand towards my dick.  I covered my balls first.  I took my
time to feel the shit covering every part of my bollocks.  My pre-cum was
leaking out and I rubbed a piece of turd onto my knob, mixing it with my
own juice.  This just made my cock even harder and it throbbed and
twitched.  It was begging to be wanked.  But I had been instructed not to,
and so began to cover my shaft in my Master's shit.  I was careful to not
wrap my fist around my cock, but just used a couple of fingers to rub the
shit up and down.

Again I sat on the sofa until the shit had begun to dry, and then continued
my Master's list of chores.

The penultimate section of chores was the ironing.  I found the envelope on
the ironing board before I started, but resisted the temptation to open it
until I had ironed the last shirt.

"Stand in front of the mirror in the lounge.  Smear your face with my shit.
Include covering your lips which you can then lick clean."

I stood in front of the mirror.  I covered my forehead first.  I smeared
from my left temple to the right. I looked in the mirror.  It looked so
sexy.  The erection I had almost continuously since I arrived at my
Master's house sprang to attention once more.  I took another handful of
shit and cover the left side of my face first and then the right.  My chin,
nose and lips remained clean.  I covered my chin next, ensuring I did not
touch my lips - I wanted to savour that moment.  My nose was covered next.
When I looked in the mirror I could see that only my lips reminded clean.
I smeared my top lip first, making sure there was a good thick coating.
Then I repeated this with my bottom lip.  I stood there for a few minutes
just staring at myself in the mirror.  My cock was throbbing and was
begging to be touched.  I began to watch myself as I licked the shit from
my lips.  It tasted good - slightly bitter but not too strong.  I took my
time over each lick.  Even when I had finished there was still a tinge of
brown covering my lips.

I got on with the list of chores.  These concerned the kitchen and didn't
take too long.  The envelope was on top of the microwave.  I opened it.

"You've now finished your chores.

Take a pair of nipple clamps from upstairs.  Put them on and write your
journal.  When you have finished writing take the nipple clamps off.  Put
them on the floor next to my chair.  Then open the final envelope which is
in the shed.

As the pair of nipple clamps to wear was not stipulated, I chose my
favourite pair.  I put them on and wrote in my journal.  It only took me a
few minutes.  I took the nipple clamps off, placed them carefully on the
floor next to my Master's chair.  The clamps were covered in little bits of
dried on shit.

I found the final envelope on the floor in the shed.  I opened it and read
the contents.

"You are my slave.  I have complete control over you.  Even when you're
alone you follow my instructions and that pleases me.  My slave is in my
house covered in my shit with its arse being stretched ready for my return.

I want you to lay all the slave equipment on the lounge table, ensuring
like items are grouped together.

When you have done this you're free to be 'at ease' until you receive a
text from me telling you I am on my way home."

I got the slave items from the bedroom and did as I was instructed.  There
are too many items to list here, but it included an elecro kit, ropes, anal
toys, poppers, lube, a blindfold and pin-wheel.

Just as I was finishing laying the items on the table I heard a beep from
my phone.  My cock twitched as I read the message.  "10 mins"

My Master would be here soon.  I followed the routine that I had done many
times before.  I had a quick look around the house to make sure everything
was clean and tidy.  Then I got my journal and placed it on the floor next
to my Master's chair.  I knelt on the floor facing his chair and awaited my
Master's return.

As soon as I hear the door open I knelt up in the 'present position' with
my journal in my mouth.  My eyes are lowered to the floor, but my cock is
most definitely pointing towards the ceiling.  I see my Master enter the
lounge from the corner of my eye.  My Master sits in his chair in front of
me.  He takes the journal from my mouth.  With my hands still behind my
back I bow my head towards the floor.  When my forehead comes into contact
with the floor I say "Oh My Master" and breathe in and out deeply.  I raise
myself to the upright position and repeat my bow towards the floor twice
more.  After the third bow I raise myself to an upright position and wait
for my Master to speak.

"You've got a hard on." My Master says as he slaps it.  "I hope this is a
sign of your keenness to please me"

"It is, Master." I say as my cock gets another slap.

"Thank you, Master." I say as my Master opens and reads my journal entries
from this week.

"I'm pleased to see that all you have focussed on scat this week and that
your wanks have reflected this."  My Master smiles at me as he says these
words whilst reading my journal entries.  I kneel at my Master's feet and
think how sexy he looks in his suit.  He obviously hasn't shaved for a few
days as I can see his stubble.  I don't know why, but my cock begins to
twitch again.  My Master doesn't notice as he continues to read my journal.

As he continues to read he comments or asks questions about the entries
from my week.  When he's finished reading, he closes the journal and puts
it on the table next to his chair.

He looks at my face, and then looks me up and down.  "Sit back." he orders.

"You've followed my orders well.  I like to see you covered in my shit.  It
turns me on to think of you smearing my shit over yourself whilst I'm at
work." he grins.  "I'll take my own suit off and hang it up today.  I don't
want to get any shit on it.  Put the nipple clamps on and be 'at ease'
until I'm ready."

"Yes, Master" I said as I sat on the sofa.

After a few minutes my Master came back downstairs.  He was naked, except
for a shiny metal cock ring.  He was slightly tanned and defined.  He
looked so handsome, and my dick sprang to attention again.  It always does
when he is naked and I see his perfect cock and balls swinging between his
legs.

"I need a piss!" my Master announces.  I knew what to do.  I knelt on the
floor in front of him.  I took his cock and lifted it into my eager mouth.
I placed my hands behind my back as the stream of warm piss flowed into my
mouth and down my throat.  It tasted bitter and strong, as it often does
when he first comes home from work and has only drank coffee all day.  But
I don't complain, of course, and keep swallowing until the flow becomes a
trickle, and the trickle becomes a drop.  When my Master has finished
pissing I begin to suck his cock as I have been directed to do many times.
It slowly becomes hard as I do my best to take the whole length into my
mouth and down my throat.  After sucking his cock for a few minutes my
throat had become used to the welcome intrusion and I am able to lick my
Master's balls every time I force my head down.  My Master seems to enjoy
this, and thrusts his hips and holds the back of my head so I am forced to
take every centimetre of its length.

"Take off your nipple clamps.  Go and have a shower and clean yourself up.
I've got plenty more shit for later.  Keep the butt plug in."

 "Yes, Master." I reply "

"And when you're done you can be 'at ease' until I'm ready for you."

I took off my collar, had a shower and cleaned my shitty body.  My skin
felt so soft afterwards.  It always does when I've been covered in shit.  I
dried myself off, placed the collar back around my neck and went back
downstairs.

My Master had poured me a glass of wine and had placed it on the table next
to the sofa.  Unlike before he had placed a small piece of shit into the
glass.  I didn't comment on this, and neither did he.  I drank from the
glass.  It didn't taste any different to normal.  But the shit had sunk to
the bottom of the glass, so I knew the taste would change the more I drank.
I was tempted to down the whole glass of wine and chew on the shit at the
bottom, but I knew there was no rush.

For the next hour or so I was 'at-ease'.  My Master cooked dinner, as he
preferred to do, and we just chatted about what had happened during the
week.  It was normal for my Master and me to chat about what we had been up
to, what was happening with our families, our jobs, etc. I cleared the
plates away and washed up.

My Master had remained naked all evening, which he had never done before.
This, of course, meant that I had a semi-hard dick all evening.

"Put on some porn." my Master ordered.

I chose his favourite scat film.

My Master clicked his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him.  I
knelt down in the 'present' position and lowered my eyes.  My Master began
to speak.  "I'm very happy with how much you've tried to please me today.
I've got some treats for you over the next couple of days.  Kneel back and
you'll get your first."

I knelt back and my Master stood up.  He took an item from the table.  He
sat back down, handed it to me and ordered me to put it on.  It was a
blindfold.

I put the blindfold on, and returned my hands behind my back.  I heard my
Master stand up and walk away.  I was curious as to what was about to
happen.  I heard my Master walk back towards me and sit down in his chair.
I then heard the familiar sound of a plastic box being opened.  A familiar
smell began to waft towards me.  I could smell my Master's shit.

My dick became rock hard instantly.  My Master went to the table and picked
something up.  My dick got a light slap.  "You like my leather strap, don't
you boi?" he asked.

"Yes Master"

"Open your mouth!" my Master ordered.

I knelt on the floor with my mouth open for what felt like ages, but was
probably no time at all.  My Master put a finger in my mouth.  He had
dipped it in his shit and I could taste the bitterness on my tongue.  I
closed my mouth around his finger and licked and sucked until I could no
longer taste his shit.  My Master pulled his finger out.

"Open!" he ordered again.

This time I could feel, and taste, two shit-covered fingers.  I licked and
sucked even more greedily than before.  I wanted to clean every last spec
of shit from my Master's fingers.

My Master removed his fingers from my mouth again.  I opened my mouth
automatically waiting for whatever was about to happen next.  It wasn't
what I was expecting.  I didn't feel fingers entering my mouth, but instead
I could feel a lump of shit being rubbed over my tongue.

"Hold the shit in your mouth." my Master said.

I closed my mouth and breathed deeply.  I could taste the shit sitting on
my tongue.  My dick was throbbing.  My Master began to wank it - just a few
long, slow strokes.

"You've got me hard, boi" he said. "I can't help but stroke myself."

"Open your mouth and drop my shit out."

I felt my Master's hand on my chin, and I dropped the lump of shit into it.

"Take the blindfold off and stand up."

As I took the blindfold off I saw my Master's cock.  It was fully erect and
twitching.  My Master really did have the perfect dick.  It was long and
thick, and I was always happy to wrap my lips around it.  I was hoping he
was going to ask me to suck it now.

"How's your arse feeling?" my Master asked.

"It feels stretched and full, Master." I replied.

"Good.  Get on all fours facing away from me.  Stick your arse in the air."
he ordered.

"Yes, Master." I replied and quickly span around and followed his
instructions.

My Master sat on the floor behind me.  I could feel his breath on my arse
as he was inspecting the butt plug in my hole.

"I'm impressed you managed to get that in and keep it in for so long!"
There was definite surprise in my Master's voice.

"Thank you, Master.  I knew it would please you if I could do it." I
replied,

"I'm pleased!  You're becoming a more obedient slave.  Take a deep breath
and relax your arse."

I felt my Master reach around the edge of the butt plug.  He began to pull
it out.  "You're going to have to help me out a bit!  Try to push it out
while I pull."

I took a big deep breath in and pushed like I was taking a huge shit.  My
hole was stretched as the butt plug made its way out.  There was a
distinctive 'pop' as it left my hole.

"Well done, slave." said my Master "Turn around and have a look at this."

I turned around and my Master was holding the butt plug and it was covered
in my shit.

"When did you last have a shit?"  my Master asked

"Yesterday morning, Master" I replied.

"So you've still got an arseful?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well I think you should have a shit now then.  Get back on all fours and
shit on the floor."

I got back onto my hands and knees and began to push.  It didn't take very
long for me to feel a piece of shit about to exit my hole.  I gave an extra
big push, and my first log slid out of my arse and landed on the wooden
floor with a slight thud.  It was a proper firm log.

"If the rest of your shit is like this I'll be very happy!" my Master said
with a smile.

I pushed again until I could feel my next log about to come out.  Again it
was a good-sized firm log.  I continued this process until there were four
logs in a pile on the floor behind me.

"I think I've finished, Master."  I said with relief.

"Do you feel empty now?" my Master asked?

"Yes, Master" I replied

"Well I think I'll fill you up again.

I didn't quite know what he meant by that, but I was definitely intrigued.
I heard him get up, and I stayed on all fours waiting for him to return.

I heard his footsteps returning.

"Lie on your back."

I turned over.  I could see my Master standing above me holding another box
of shit.  His cock was still rock hard and throbbed. He wanked his cock a
few times. Then he knelt on the floor between my legs, and pushed my legs
into the air.  I held my legs behind my knees to keep them in the air.  My
Master opened the box and I got another waft of his wonderful shit.

"Your arse had still better be nice and loose for me."

"It is Master."

"Good! I've frozen and defrosted this shit, so it's a bit runnier.  Perfect
for what I want to do."

My cock throbbed as I realised what my Master was about to do.

My Master reached his right hand into the box and took a handful of his
shit.  He moved his hand towards my arsehole.  He rubbed the first load of
shit onto my hole.  He easily pushed a finger into my hole because my arse
was still stretched by the butt plug I had been wearing.  Then two fingers
entered me.  After scooping up some more shit three fingers slid in. Each
time he pulled his fingers out, and then pushed them in again more of my
Master's shit entered my hole.  My Master took another handful of his shit
and repeated the process until he was happy.

My arse felt so good.  My stomach was covered in pre-cum.  My Master pulled
his fingers out of my arse. He moved his hand towards my head and rubbed
his hand over my face.  He made sure he covered my lips with his shit.  I
stick my tongue out and licked some of the shit off my Master's fingers.

"Good boi" I could see the grin on my Master's face.  "You want my shit,
don't you?"

"Yes, Master." I said whilst still licking his fingers.

My Master took another handful of shit and smeared it onto my hole.  He
took hold of my legs and pulled me towards him.  He took hold of his prick
and pushed it into the lump of shit on my hole.  He rubbed his cock around
my hole, and then in one slow, smooth movement he pushed the whole length
of his dick into my hole.

He held his throbbing cock inside me for a few minutes while he moved his
hand down to my hole and rubbed the shit around it.

He pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside.  "You're making
my cock twitch, boi" he said.  He took some more shit and covered the rest
of his dick in it, then thrust back into me.

Then he took one of my logs and smeared it with his own, runnier, shit.  He
placed it on my stomach and broke a piece off.  He took the small piece in
his left hand, and put the larger piece back onto my stomach.

To my great surprise he lifted the small piece of shit towards his mouth
and licked it!

"I've never tasted slave shit before.  Maybe it'll taste okay if it's mixed
with mine." he said with a smirk on his face.

Even I had to smile.  Then my Master placed the whole lump of shit into his
mouth and chewed on it a few times.  He opened his mouth to show me his
handiwork.

It looked very sexy.  The thought of my Master tasting my slave shit really
turned me on.  Then to my astonishment he bent towards be and kissed me.
The chewed shit transferred itself into my mouth, and between us we mashed
it up until it was a thick liquid with only a very few small solid bits
remaining.  My Master used his tongue to push all of this liquid shit into
my mouth.  "Swallow it!" he ordered.

I did as I was told.  It was the first time I had ever tasted my own shit.
In fact the only shit I had tasted before had been my Master's.  When I
finished swallowing my Master called me a "good boi".  I was pleased with
myself.  My Master began to fuck me.  He fucked me hard and really pounded
his prick into my arse.  I couldn't help but moan - partly with pleasure
and partly with pain.  It felt so good.  I hadn't been fucked in a while.
Every so often my Master would take some shit and would feed me some.  I
was eager to eat every bit I was lucky enough to be given.

I had obviously been pleasing my Master this evening, as he took some shit
in his hand and began to wank my dick with it.  Not just the usual one or
two strokes, but continuously.  I could feel my dick throbbing and getting
harder in my Master's hand as he wanked and fucked me simultaneously.

I was breathing heavily as I was getting closer and closer to cumming.  I
could tell that my Master was also not far from emptying his balls into me.

"Can I cum Master?" I asked.

"Not yet" he panted.

I was finding it hard to hold off as my Master continued to wank me, He was
thrusting hard into my arse now.  It felt wonderful.

 "Grab my nipples" my Master ordered.

I lifted my hands towards his chest, grabbed hold of his nipples and pulled
and twisted them.  My Master let out a deep moan.  I pulled on them harder.

"Cum now!" my Master shouted.

My dick exploded, and wave after wave of spunk hit my chest and stomach.  I
could tell by the thrusts that my Master was cumming too.  His spunk hit my
insides mixing with his shit.

While still inside me, my Master lent forward and kissed me and we just lay
there for a few minutes panting and catching our breath.  My Master's dick
began to soften and slipped out of my arse.

"Let's go to bed." My Master said.

"Would you like us to have shower, Master?" I asked.

"No, we can sleep in the shit tonight.  We don't have to leave the house
tomorrow and I want you stinking of my shit all day."

I turned off all the lights and followed my Master upstairs.  I got into
bed and my Master put his arm around me, pulled me towards him and said
"You've been a good slave boi today.  I'm pleased with you.  Now get some
sleep as you'll need all your energy tomorrow!"

My Master kissed me on the forehead, rolled over, and we both fell asleep.