Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2012 11:29:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Lucas <noworriesusa@yahoo.com>
Subject: How I Became His Slut Part 3

This story is fictional and fantasy, although I would love it to be my reality.
I got some great feedback, so thank you to all.

Characters:
Jonathan/Pup: Me
Master: Lucas

Copyright 2012

I couldn't believe it, I was naked wearing a chain link collar and chastity
lock on my cock with Master Lucas's cum in my throat and belly waiting to
get in the shower and a stranger about to walk in the bathroom.  I hadn't
closed the door all the way or locked it as I figured it was just me and
Master Lucas.  The door pushed open and I jumped and tried to open the
shower door to get in but it was too late.  My bare ass was exposed facing
the door as the stranger walked in.

"Oh sorry, I thought you were already in the shower," said the stranger.

"Um...yeah...water isn't hot yet," I mumbled.

"Yeah that takes a minute.  Lucas has had some water pressure problems,
plumber is coming tomorrow to look at it.  Just turn it all the way to hot
for a minute and that will get it here faster, then you can turn it down."
He said.

I hadn't turned around to see the stranger yet, but I could feel him
getting closer.  I heard his footsteps on the tile getting closer....

"Here let me..." he said, as he reached past me to open the door and pushed
the knob all the way to the right, "There that'll get it the hot water here
faster.  Don't want to wait too long, I'm sure Lucas gave you only a small
amount of time to get ready," he chuckled.

"An hour," I replied.  Why was I replying?  I didn't even know who this
person was or what they looked like and I was carrying on a conversation
with him.  I turned around to face him.

"An hour huh?  Wow, he must like you.  He's going a bit easy on you this
time." he replied.

When I looked at him he was holding 3 red bath towels in one hand.  He was
wearing a blue button down shirt with the collar open and the first 3
buttons undone, tucked into light blue jeans and black boots.  He stood
about 5'10", at least 160 pounds with dark spiky hair and brown eyes and a
very nice tan.  I would guess he was of latin decent from the skin tone.
From what I could see it appeared he was in good shape too, as with the
shirt unbuttoned, you could see some of his chest and it had that nice
valley separating the top of his pecs.  "Here are some fresh towels for
you, I'll leave you to getting ready.  Word of advise, don't be late," he
said as he set the towels down and walked out of the bathroom.

Who was that? Lucas's boyfriend?  It was so strange.  I mean he just saw
this tall skinny guy wearing a chain collar with a padlock and a chastity
lock on his cock and he acted like it was just another day at home.  At any
rate, I was running out of time and needed to get ready.  He was correct
though the water got hot very quickly.  I adjusted the temperature and got
in and closed the door.  It was one of those steam pressure showers.  The
door created a seal so the steam would stay in the shower stall with you.
I love a hot shower.  I have been known to take a shower for over an hour.
Something about the warm water flowing all over my body.  Unfortunately I
didn't have the luxury this evening.  I had less than hour to be cleaned
out and ready.  I used the nozzles like I normally would and cleaning
didn't take to long.  I showered and washed the rest of my body was was
pretty much done in about 30 minutes.  I got out and the fresh towels were
still there that my bathroom visitor had left.  I dried off, walked to the
mirror and looked at myself.  Naked, collared, and cock locked.  The site
made my cock twitch a little, but not too much as it couldn't move very
much in it's plastic prison.  I walked into the bedroom and on the bed was
my outfit Master said I was to wear.

Laying there in perfect formation from head to toe was my outfit.  Two
leather socks with padding that covered my feet to the ankles, two leather
knee pads, a leather belt with small O rings attached to varies sides of
it, two leather padded mitts.  I put them all on.  I couldn't quite figure
out how to get the last mitt on my hand as when I put the first on, I lost
the use of my fingers, so getting the second on was tricky.  I started to
walk out of the bedroom and down stairs, with about 10 minutes to spare.  I
stopped halfway down the stairs and my heart raced.  What if my bathroom
visitor was here still?  Or worse, what if someone else were here? More
people.  But my desire to see my Master was too overwhelming, so I
continued down the stairs to the kitchen. I walked in to a wonderful aroma.
Standing at the stove was my Master Lucas, wearing his leather chaps and
boots from last night, shirtless.  His back was to the door and I don't
think he heard me walk in.  I stood there and watched him.  His ass
perfectly framed in the chaps.  The muscles in each cheek bouncing as he
shifted his weight from one leg to the next.  The muscles in his shoulders
flexing as he reached all around the stove and surrounding area.  By now,
the sun had set and it was dark out and the kitchen was well lite, but even
in the artificial light, his skin glowed and the blond locks of hair
shined.  He was the only one in the kitchen.  Without even thinking I sank
to my knees, which was actually very comfortable on the tile floor thanks
to the kneed pads.  I leaned forward and put my weight on my hands which
was also comfortable as the mitts had a generous amount of padding in them.
I crawled across the floor to my master and sat right at his left foot.  I
sat quietly for a minute.

"Arf" I barked.

Master looked down at me, "Ah, I see Pup is all ready and with time to
spare.  Good Pup," he said and reached down and scratched behind my ear.

"Arf Arf" I barked back and stuck my tongue out.  Master reached down with
his finger covered in a red sauce and put it on my lips.  I licked my lips.
It was delicious.  A tomato sauce with garlic and other Italian spices.
"Arf Arf" I barked again started to wag my back end.  Master looked at me
and smiled for a moment then slammed down the spoon and his smile
disappeared quickly.

"Where is your tail fucker?!" he yelled.  I didn't know what he meant.  I
was frozen in my tracks.  "I told you to put on everything, where is your
fucking tail?!"  He picked up the metal spoon he was using to stir the
sauce and raised up and landed it on my ass hard.  Spanking me several
times with it.  "Bad dog...bad bad bad dog!" he yelled.  Just then my
bathroom visitor walked in carrying something in his hand.

"Wait wait wait...stop Lucas...stop!"  said the voice of my bathroom
visitor, "it's right here, I hadn't finished cleaning it yet.  He got done
a lot sooner than I thought...I'm sorry!"

Master Lucas stopped spanking me and looked up, "What the fuck David?  You
didn't put it out yet for him?  So I just beat my puppy for no reason?"

"I'm sorry, but like I said he was done a lot sooner than I had thought.
Besides I don't think me minded it," he said as he nodded in my direction.
He was right, there was a pool of pre-cum on the floor near Master's feet,
and a string of pre-cum dripping from the hole in chastity lock on my cock
straining to get hard.

"Oh fuck," Master said, "Puppy made a piddle.  Clean it up Pup."

I eagerly reached over and licked up every drop from the floor.

"Good pup.  Master is sorry he spanked you, are you ok Pup?" He asked as he
leaned down to my face.

I looked in his green eyes, there was no way I could be mad at him, "Arf
Arf" I barked and smiled then licked his cheek.

"Good boy," he said as he scratched my head, no go sit near the table.  I
walked over to the table and sat on the floor near the farthest chair.

"WOW you trained him good in a short period of time," David said.

"He kinda came like that.  Didn't take much training at all.  After fucking
his cunt last night, I knew he was a slut dog.  You should have seen
earlier when I brought his drink in the dog bowl.  Dog knew exactly what to
do." Master Said.

"Ok well his tail is on the counter, if there is nothing else, Allison is
waiting for me.  I promised a nice dinner and a romantic evening." David
said.

"Go home...give her my best, remember 10AM tomorrow morning David, don't be
late."

"I won't, see you in the morning Lucas," David said as he headed towards
the door, "good night....um....."

"His human name is Jonathan, but I haven't picked his Pup name yet." Master
Said

"Well good night Jonathan" Said David as he disappeared out the door.

"That's David, Pup.  He's my assistant.  He runs errands for me, goes back
and forth between my office and home.  He's a straight boy, but he's very
nice and open.  His twin brother is gay, a sadistic fucker too, but that's
a story for another day.  Ready for some kibble Pup?"

"Yes Sir" I said.

"Hmmm...I'll let that one slide, I don't remember telling you to use your
human voice though...."

"Arf Arf" I barked back.

"Good boy," Master said as he walked over and set a silver bowl down in
front of me.  In it was some Pasta with the red sauce I licked off Master's
fingers earlier.  Not a lot though, which was ok with me as I wasn't overly
hungry.  Plus If we were going to fuck tonight, I didn't want to be too
full.  He walked away and returned with another bowl with a red liquid in
it and set it down next to the pasta bowl.  He sat down at the table with
his plate and glass of wine.  He looked down at me, "Go ahead boy....eat
your supper."

Was I really on the floor about to eat like a dog?  I had never done that
before.  How was I suppose to eat this.  Well I guess like a real dog.  I
dove in snout first into the bowl.  I must have been more hungry than I
thought, because I inhaled the pasta.  It was so good too.  Just the right
amount of spice.  When I was done, I leaned over into the bowl with the red
liquid in it.  I assumed it was wine, and I was right.  I think a chianti,
which would make sense given then Italian cuisine this evening.  I lapped
up every drop and then leaned back on my heels.  "Arf Arf" I barked.

"All done Pup?"

"Arf Arf" I nodded and shook my ass.

"Good boy," He said as he stood up.  It appears he was done too as he took
his plate over to the sink. He came back with a wet towel.  He covered my
face with it and wiped.  I assume I was messy.  I just ate pasta and tomato
sauce with nothing but my snout "Now go wait for your Master in the living
room."  He swatted me on the ass, and I trotted towards the door.  "WAIT!"
he yelled.  I froze, "Almost forgot"

I turned around and Master was walking towards me, as he passed the counter
he grabbed what David had set down.  He walked up and showed it to me.  It
was black with about a 4" long butt plug attached to silicone black tail.

"This is Pup's tail.  Now David was suppose to leave it upstairs for you,
but he was cleaning it and you were done before he was.  Now I'm proud of
Pup for getting done cleaning with time to spare and I'm sorry I punished
you without cause Pup."

"Arf" I jumped up and licked Master's face.

Master chuckled, " Good Boy, now when I say, 'Present' no matter what you
are doing, you are to get on all four's, chest flat on the ground and ass
up, is that understood?"

"Arf Arf" I barked.

"Human answer, Pup"

"Yes Sir"

"Good boy.  Present!"

I was already on all fours, I sank down and put my chest flat and ass up.

"Good Boy," Master said and he swatted by ass.  I heard some fumbling and
then I felt the cold familiar sensation of lube on my hole.  I felt the
plug pressing against my still sore hole and then POP, it slid right in and
rested against my prostate.  My cock was straining to get hard but the
plastic chastity lock was doing it's job and prevented that.  "Back up boy"
commanded Master, "good boy," now into the living room and wait for me.

I crawled into the living room.  When i got there I saw the fireplace was
going and in the center of the room was a black leather sling that was
hanging from the ceiling.  On the piano were about 4 different sized
dildo's, each one bigger than the rest and the smallest one had to be 9"
with the biggest at least 12".  Something tells me I was in for a rough
evening.  There was also what appeared to be a leather mask on the coffee
table.  I walked over, picked it up and looked at it.  It had a zipper on
one side, and it had an outline of a face on the other, cut out for nose
and mouth, but no eyes.  Something told me that I was going to be wearing
that.  I set the hood down and turned around to the couch.  Sitting the
couch was a leash about 4 feet long, black and curled up on the end.  What
was he going to do with that I wondered?

"Like what you see Pup?" Master asked.  He had entered and I hadn't
noticed.  I turned around to see his figure in the doorway.  Standing there
shirtless in only his black chaps and boots.  The light from the fire was
the only light in the room and it reflected off his skin.  He had a small
bottle in his hand.  He strode over to the couch and I instinctively sank
to my knees.  It was a good thing I had the knee pads on or I would have
probably broken my knee caps because I hit the ground hard.  It was worth
it though.  The site of the blond adonis in front of me make my knees
buckle anyway.  I felt this rise of heat overcome my entire body.  He
stopped inches in front of my face with his beautiful 9.5" cock dangling in
front of my lips.  I immediately sat forward and starting licking his
boots.  Running my tongue up and down the top of the boot.  I tried so hard
to grab his leg and run my hands up and down, but the damn mitts wouldn't
let me grip him.  I had only my tongue to explore and probe him.  I licked
as far up his leg as I could.  Kissing and caressing his legs to his knees,
whimpering and moaning.  I could feel my ass twitch and I knew that I was a
bitch in heat, desperate to get my master's seed and his approval.  I
wanted noting more than to give him back the pure ecstasy that he giving
me.  To have him feel as good as I was right now.  The drive to do so was
unstoppable.  A team of wild horses couldn't drag me away from his feet at
that moment.  On my way up to his knee, I looked up to see my Master's
face.  His eyes were wide open staring down and me, his lower lip slightly
down, his blond locks of hair circling his face and sweat beginning to
glisten and drip down his perfectly sculpted pecs to the washboard abs that
lead to the small fine trail of hair that disappeared briefly in the
waistband of the chaps and reappearing just above the perfectly trimmed and
blond pubs surrounding his beautiful dick.  I so longed to take that cock
in my mouth and massage it with my throat and drain every last drop of cum
from his balls into my starving belly.  They say that drugs are additive,
and I have only smoked weed a few times in college, but never really got
addicted, but his cum was my drug now.  I needed it to survive.  I needed
him to survive.  Three days ago, I didn't even know he existed, and now the
thought of him not being here was a horrible nightmare.

Suddenly Master Lucas reached down and pulled me up by my collar and drug
me over to the base of the sling.  "See this Pup?" he asked, "This is how
we are going to break you in.  So far you have been a good little Pup, but
I need to make sure you can really handle what your life is going to be
like."  He drug me around the sling and I examined it.  It looked like any
other sling you'd see in any S&M porn with a few modifications.  Attached
to the back where the headrest was were two latches on either side.  And
the headrest was stiff metal with a pillow on top.  Master undid the
latches and the headrest fell down opening like a door, "This is so your
throat is easily accessible Pup.  This way I can make sure you are getting
your cunt filled while your throat is at work too."  It was kind of
impressive.  If you were legs up in this sling, and someone opened the
headrest like that, your head would flop back as if you were laying on the
bed with your bed off the mattress, perfect for someone to walk up and
skull fuck you.  But what did he mean by we?  There was no one else there.
Was David going to come back?  Or worse, his so called sadistic brother.
Master pulled me up and forced me into the sling.  He secured my wrists
first on top.  The padded mitts had hooks on them already.  Then he secured
my feet.  He removed my knee pads.  I was locked and secured in the sling.
My cock ached as it strained and pushed to get hard and escape, but the
chastity lock was doing it's job well, preventing me from getting hard.  It
didn't stop the flow of pre-cum though.  It was running out of me like a
leaky faucet.  Master Lucas stood in front of me, the fire light capturing
his face and i could see only from the perfect V shaped waist up his hard
perfectly shaped 6-pack abs to his rock hard chest covered in sweat.  I
could feel the head of his cock pushing against my hole.  I desperately was
trying to push forward to it, but the restraints were very good and keeping
me from moving.  I even tried to use my body weight to swing the sling on
it's anchors so could get closer, but he was just out reach and he knew it.
I knew he knew it, by that evil grin on his face.

"You're mine now fucker...nothing can stop what's going to happen to you
now you fucking faggot," he said as he spit on my face.  "You're going to
get the ass pounding like you've never had.  I'm going to make sure that
you can't walk right for a week you fucking faggot."  I could feel his fist
stroking up and down on his cock.  He reached onto the table and dunked his
hand this huge bowl that I thought was just decorative.  He pulled his hand
out and it was covered in this thick clear gooey liquid.  He reached down
and was rubbing his hand all over my hole.  I could feel his fist against
my hole and he was sliding his cock in his fist with the tip just touching
my hole.  Then suddenly he removed his fist and it was just the head of his
cock pushing against my hole.  There was no easy sliding it in, he used his
full body force and grabbed my legs and pulled me onto his cock while he
pushed his cock with his own weight.  In what seemed like an instant his
full 9.5" of cock was stuffed right up my hole.  I could feel his balls
against my ass and I screamed out in pain.  A hand landed across my face,
"Shut the fuck up faggot.  Last night was for you, this is for me.  You're
going to take my cock cause I know you are craving if faggot."

He was bucking hard and fast.  "Please Sir, please slow down...it hurts," I
begged.

SMACK...another slap across my face, "What the fuck did I tell you faggot,
your taking this cock no matter what.  Tonight you are just my fucking cum
dump.  You're going to take everything I put up this fucking cunt."

He pounded me hard.  I've never been fucked this hard before.  The pain was
excruciating.  He had both hands on my legs pulling me deep into each
thrust he pounded forward.  He'd pull his cock all the way out and then
slam it back in.  His thighs slamming against my ass sounding like claps of
thunder.  I had no idea what was going on any more.  The pain was
overwhelming.  I could feel the sweat pouring off my body.  I was trying to
relax my hole as much as I could hoping it would provide some sort of
relief but I was wrong.  I saw the amount of that sticky lube he used, and
it still hurt like hell.  I could only imagine what would happen if he dry
fucked me.  I was certain my ass was bleeding.  It felt like it was on
fire.  I started to get dizzy.  I could hear bells in my head, the room was
spinning and he wasn't stopping.  I could feel the tears welling up.  I was
screaming at the top of my lungs, "PLEASE SIR, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE STOP...I
CAN'T TAKE IT."  He slowed his pace just slightly and I could feel his
weight shift.  My eyes were open but the tears in them made it hard to see.
I could only see the outline of his body as he shifted towards the table.
I could hear the rustling plastic, and then he commanded, "Close your eyes
fucker."  I knew that I should.  Anything to try and make this easier.  If
I did everything he asked for, hopefully this would be over soon.  As soon
as I did, I felt a cold dry towel cover my face.  Was he suffocating me?
Was this it?  I gasped and tried breathing it and I was able to breathe and
then I got the familiar smell.  You know the one us bottoms love.  He had
soaked part of a wash cloth in poppers.  He was forcing them in me.  While
he kept pounding away.  I took as many breaths as I could.  Hoping they
would help ease the pain.  Well they did more than ease it.  I immediately
pushed my ass toward his cock, trying to meet his thrusts.  The pain gave
way to the most intense pleasure.

"Yeah, that's what I knew that faggot needed, " he said.

My pleas for mercy were turned into pleas of desperation not for him to
stop, but him to keep going.  I pulled and strained at the restraints
trying to get him deeper.  I felt his hand on my throat, "This is my fuck
faggot," and then he switched back into high gear.  He grabbed my shoulders
and pulled me into every thrust of his cock.  My hole was starving.
starving for his cock.

"YES SIR, HARDER..HARDER.....PLEASE PLEASE," I begged.

His hand crashed down on my mouth, covering it.  I was moaning and
whimpering.  He pounded for what seemed like an eternity.  He spit all over
my face and body, "yeah you fucking faggot pussy boy.  You're fucking
mine."

My ass on fire.  It felt like it was raw.  He didn't stop.  The effect of
the poppers had worn off and I was in pain again.  I started to cry.

"What's the matter faggot? you wanted it just not too long ago, now it's
too much?!" he laughed.  "You still got at least an hour of this, then the
real fun with you begins."

An hour?  How long had he been fucking me?  Fucking isn't really the word
to use, assaulting, battering, destroying, those are more like it I guess.
Everything was in a daze.  The room was spinning.  I started to cry.  Not
because it hurt, well because it did hurt, but that's not the real reason.
I knew that he wasn't done.  He needed to abuse my hole and I wanted him to
be satisfied, but it hurt so much I couldn't take it.  I begged him to
stop, "Please Sir, please Sir, I can't take it, please stop...please stop."

I think my crying only made him want it more.  His balls were slapping so
hard against my ass, I didn't even feel it anymore.  I could hear it, but
my ass cheeks had grown numb.  He started to yell, he threw his back back
and rammed forward, with so much force, the sling flew forward.  I felt his
cock expand even more in my worn out hole and then the lava of his cum
filled me up.  I could feel each spurt, like fire from a dragon as it
filled my insides.  I could feel his cum hit the inner walls of my ass.
The fire could be felt in my belly.  If I didn't it was possible, if he
shot any harder his cum might have actually come out of my nose.  Each shot
stronger than the next.  I lost count after 10.  With each shot he yelled,
"Take it...take it bitch....I own your fucking pussy....I own it!  It's
mine...it's fucking mine faggot!"

When he finally finished, he leaned forward, still inside of me, and rested
his head on my chest.  Tears were will running down my cheeks.  My ass was
sore, it felt like It was on fire.  I was in so much pain.  I squeezed my
ass around his cock, he mumbled something incoherent.  We laid there for a
few minutes, then he sat up and pulled his cock out of my ass with a loud
sloppy "POP"

I could feel my ass explode.  His cum burst out like a bullet from a gun
and I could feel it running out of me like water from the faucet.  He
reached down with his hand and put it under my ass, cupped his hand, and
then brought it up to my face.  He held his hand about six inches from my
face and tipped his hand and let his cum run down into my mouth.  I opened
my mouth and drank every last drop.  It tasted so good.  Salty and creamy.
"More...more please Sir," I begged.  He just laughed and reached down and
pulled some more out of my ass and ran his fingers across my lips.  I
licked each and every drop till his hands were nice and clean.

I was in heaven.  The tears from my eyes dried and I could see some what
again.  I could see my Master standing over me with a huge grin on his
face.  His body covered even more in sweat, his hair looked like he just
got out of the shower.  He looked beautiful.  He rubbed his hand across my
chest to my stomach and down around the lock on my cock.  He smacked my
balls once and laughed, "You fucking faggot."

I smiled back, "Your fucking faggot Sir."

"Don't ever forget it either," he smiled back.

"Holy fuck, are you guys done already?  Fuck, we could hear you from the
fucking street Luke." a strange voice said.  Holy fuck.  It wasn't David's
voice, someone else.  I turned my head toward the doorway and there stood 4
men.  All about the same height was Master Lucas.  He turned to face them.

"Hey guys, didn't hear you come in" He said, as if he was expecting them.

"Not surprising," the one started, "We rang the bell a few times, but we
could hear this bitch screaming so loud and then you yelling and smacking
it up, so we let our selves in.  Do have to say, was kind of hot."

"Yeah well, ain't like the first time you boys have walked in on me fucking
some bitch," Master replied.

"True, but that was the first time I've seen you like that, damn hope you
didn't break it.  You sure it's ok, it was begging for you to stop"

"Boy, are you ok?" Master asked me over his shoulder.

"Yes Sir, it hurt like hell, but I wanted Master to enjoy himself and use
me for his pleasure Sir.  I will heal Sir," I answered.  WHAT THE FUCK WAS
I SAYING?  I couldn't believe it.  My answer was instinctive.  I couldn't
believe I had just said what I said.  Did I really mean that?  Deep down
inside I did. I was begging him to stop, but I really didn't want him to.
And I'm glad he didn't.

"See told ya," Master laughed.

All 4 men starting laughing.  "Holy shit, you really do have a bitch here
now, damn this is going to be fun." one of the other guys said.

Master turned around and walked over to the piano.  He picked up a mask
from the piano and walked over.  It was a gas mask.  Like those ones you
see in movies.  It was latex and black with the two big eyes on them.  He
lifted my head up and put the mask on me snugly.  My heart started to race.
The voices around me were muffled from the gas mask.

"What's it on?" I heard someone ask.

"Nothing, he had a glass of wine with dinner, but that was about 2 hours
ago.  Gave him some poppers mid way through, but that was it, so he's
sober," Master answered.

I felt a hand rubbing my ass, "Damn you did this to it sober? FUCK!"

"Yup," Master replied.  "There are some over there if you need to use them
later, but go easy.  I want to make sure he really experiences this.  If
you want to use them on him, fine, but sparingly Ok?"

"Ok" They all answered.

Master walked over and stood over me," Ok Pup, These guys are gunna have a
party with you now."

"Hey, we can't skull fuck it with that mask on now" I heard someone say.

"No skull fucking tonight guys, his throat still needs some work, but the
rest of his ass and body is yours" Master said, while looking into my eyes.

"Awe but Luke, come on man, I really wanna....." he started.

Master turned around and yelled, " I said no skull fucking.  He's not ready
yet.  If you don't like it, get the fuck out.  This mask stays on all
night.  If I find out that one of you took it off to even so much as wipe
you cock on his lips, I'll fucking rip your dick off and fuck you with it,
understand?"

"Yes Luke" they all muttered.

Master turned back around to me, "Ok Pup no skull fucking from these guys,
but anything else you make sure they are satisfied, understand?"

I nodded, "Yes Sir"

"Good Pup" Master said.

I heard the unmistakable sound duck tape being pulled off the roll, and
Master was putting them over the eyes of the mask.  I was in total
darkness.

"Good night Pup" I heard Master say and he kissed my neck.

"Good night guys, I'll be upstairs if you need anything.  Let yourselves
out when you are done."

"All right, lets get this started.  It's in for a wild night, good thing
it's already lubed up"

I could feel hands all over my body, pinching my nipples, smacking my
balls, twisting, pinching, every inch of my body.  What was I in for with
these 4 strangers that Master had left me with?