Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2006 5:30:47 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Remote Control Slave Part FIVE

     Cock Master left me alone for the rest of the day and night. He had
errands to run, he told me, and ordered me to withdraw $300 from my savings
to pay for his purchases. He gave me a list of chores to accomplish...the
entire apartment was the be scrubbed clean, and i was to wear nothing
except a diaper and my plain brown dog dollar while doing it. As promised,
he had taken away my little-boy underoos, and they had not yet been
replaced. i was also under orders to drink lots of fluids, but to NOT
piss. He said he would call at some point and then i could ask permission
to relieve myself. He had inserted the next size in my training butt plugs,
and had placed some plain wooden clothes pins on my tits, replacing the
endurance clamps i had endured for several hours earlier in the day.
   By 6:00pm i had finished the cleaning, and was ready to burst! i kept
looking at the phone, willing it to ring. i busied myself with unnecessary
dusting and rearranging things on shelves.
   Suddenly there was a ringing, and i practically tripped reaching for the
phone. i was crossing my legs to keep from wetting myself as i
answered. "Hello?"
    There was no answer, but the ring sounded again and i realized it was
the doorbell, not the phone. Cock Master hadn't told me what to do about
the door, so i did what i think he would have ordered me to do had he been
there. i lurched across the room and opened it, not knowing who would be
seeing me in my slave-boi outfit.
   "Hey shithead, get out of the way," a stranger said as he barged past me
into the apartment. Slamming the door shut behind him, he glanced around
and turned to face me.
     Sex slut that i am, i took note of how gorgeous he was, ignoring that
fact that this complete stranger could very well be here to rob and murder
me. He was about 5 ' 10" and very muscular, with wide shoulders. The bright
white boy-beater he was wearing allowed me to glimpse jet-black hair
sprouting out from his pits. He wore form-fitting leather pants that
exposed all of the curves of his body, and those were many and large. The
hair on his head, also a deep coalmine black, was longish, flowing over his
forehead. His green cat-like eyes peered out from behind the hair. All that
i took in during the few seconds before he spoke.
     "Some fucking slave you are...you look like some kind of baby! First
things first..." He walked over to the couch and threw himself down on
it..." get these fucking boots and socks off me and show me if you really
do know how to lick a man's feet!"
      It was then that i realized who this stranger was...Cock-Master's
friend, the one he had sent the camera phone photo of me cleaning his feet
that first day!
     i made quick work of removing his footwear, reflecting on the fact
that feet really did not hold any particular attraction to me, at least
they hadn't before meeting Cock-Master, yet now here i was servicing
another master's feet and from the rod-stiff status of my little cock,
loving it!
     He was silent, laying his head back on the couch as i worked to give
him the best foot-job possible. i worked my tongue in between all of his
toes, finding myself oddly turned on by the texture, the aroma, the feel of
the individual toes in my mouth. i was learning what foot-fetishists have
known forever.
     Every now and then he would reach down and flick one of the
clothes-pins on my tits.
    "Enough!" he shouted suddenly, jumping up and pushing me onto the floor
onto my back.
    "We have work to do before Rick, er, your master returns! Where's your
bottle?"
    i was confused for a moment, and then realized Cock Master had probably
told him everything about me and my duties. i retrieved the baby bottle
from the refrigerator. It was half-full.
     "What's in this?" he demanded.
     "My piss, Sir," i replied.
     "Drink it shithead...hurry up...toss it down."
     i unscrewed the nipple head on the bottle and drank the rest of the
refrigerated piss.
     He pulled the empty bottle from my hand.
      A fast order: "Get on your knees, open my zipper and pull out my
cock, then aim it into the bottle slutface."
      Everything was happening so fast...i still didn't know how to address
this man, and here i was holding his cock so he could piss! The zipper went
down without difficulty, but he was wearing bikini briefs, and i had to
work to get his big tool out in the open. His lush black pubes complicated
the job, but finally i had it out and aimed. We were both silent for a
moment as he mentally ordered his plumbing to work, then the flow started,
a golden hued pee with an almost spicy and salt scent to
it...unconsciously, i licked my lips as he filled the bottle. When no more
would fit in, he paused, grabbed my head and directed it to his crotch.
   "Open up cocksucker," came his order.
    i obeyed, of course, and soon had my wish fulfilled with a mouthful of
his piss. i swallowed quickly to keep up with his waterfall like flow. It
was warm, tangy and delicious, and i again felt one of those spontaneous
orgasms coming. i successfully willed myself to hold off.
     When he finished, he commanded me to put his cock back inside the
tight leathers and zip him closed again. After i finished struggling to
stuff his oversized rod into the tight pants, he told me to put the nipple
cover back on the bottle and to stay on my knees.
     "Start sucking on you bottle slut," he ordered. "I don't want a
fuckin' word out of that mouth and I don't want you removing that bottle
unless you hear me tell you. Understand?"
     i nodded yes, sucking away at getting his still warm piss out of the
bottle.
     He pulled a leash from his pocket, attached it to my collar, and
pulled me into the bathroom. In his other hand he had picked up a canvas
bag he'd brought with him. Inside the small bathroom, he tied off the leash
to a towel bar and ordered me to my knees.
     As i sucked on the bottle, the urge to piss returned...i think the
uncertainty of what was happening before had forced me to forget. Now i had
to decide what to do...wet my diaper...ask for permission...try to hold it?
i decided to ask.
     "Srrrr," i slurred around the bottle nipple.
     He ignored me or didn't hear me.
     "Srrrrr?"
     He had started doing something in the shower...i couldn't see
what...but he turned quickly and glared at me.
    "What the fuck? Who told you to say anything? Do you have any brains at
all shithead?
     i was actually blushing, embarrassed by being called out by this
stranger...as if kneeling in a diaper with a baby bottle in my mouth and a
dog collar on somehow wasn't embarrassing enough.
    "You have NOTHING to say to me. Understand? You will speak only when I
ask you a question. If you have to piss or crap, that's what you are in a
diaper, you stupid fuck."
    He turned back to his work, whatever it was he was doing, and i
released what felt like three gallons of pee into the diaper. Peeing had
never felt so good. The diaper absorbed much of it, but still, a puddle
formed on the tile beneath me.
     Without even turning around, he demanded: "And lick that off the
floor...your Master told you to have the place spotless, and that means
none of your worthless watery piss on the floor.
     i bent down and licked it up, glad that i had done a good job earlier
cleaning the bathroom floor. Still, there was a somewhat distasteful
disinfectant taste in my mouth when i finished and resumed my kneeing
position. The floor was, indeed, spotless.
     There was some hammering going on, and glancing slightly off to the
side, i could see he was installing huge industrial sized eye bolts into
the walls of the shower.
    A few drops had fallen from the saturated diaper, and i took the
initiative to bend down and lick them off the floor. He glanced my way but
said nothing, so i presumed it was what he wanted. That happened several
times as he finished up his installation.
    Eventually he finished, and sat down on the closed toilet, just two
feet away from me. i was glancing downward, waiting for him to give me an
order or something.
   From his canvas bag, he pulled out a cloth and tied it around my head as
a blindfold.
   "i don't want to have to look at you, but even more i don't want your
scum sucking eyes looking at me. Here's the schedule for the next few hours
shitface...i'm going to tie you up in your shower and prepare you for your
master...your Cock Master. Then you're going on a little shopping
trip...and then, if you are really, really good, we might let you suck some
cock...but as miserable as you are at obeying orders, i doubt you'll get to
that point. Now get your ass up and into the shower! And take off your
diaper!"
   i jumped in and did as told, dropping the diaper to the bottom of the
shower. He attached my leather foot and arm restraints to me, using short
pieces of rope to attach me, spread eagle, to the shower enclosure.
   "I owe your CockMaster a really big favor...just in case you're
wondering why I agreed to deal with you..."
   i had in fact wondered, but from my standing position i could also see
the bulge in his crotch. It was larger than when he arrived at my door, and
i knew at least some part of him was enjoying my humiliations.
   "Didn't your other Master...the one in the other country...didn't he
tell you to stay shaved? What the fuck are these hairs?"
    He was right. It had been over three days since i had shaved my body,
so busy was i following CockMasters orders. There were hairs showing on my
crotch, and even longer ones on my balls.
    "These will come out easily enough," he said as i felt the first hair
on my balls pulled out with a tweezers he held. Involuntarily i
screamed...and he quickly removed a ball-gag from the magical canvas bag
that seemed bottomless. With me properly gagged, he continued.
    He pulled hair after hair from my balls, each one producing a sharp
pain and a very muffled reaction from me. After he pulled a hair, he would
"snap" one of the balls with his fingers. It was enormously painful, and
his commentary didn't help.
   "This one here is for not moving quickly enough when I told you to lick
the floor clean!" Snap. Ugh!
   "This one here is for your puny little dickett, you're not man enough to
have hair anyway! You`re more like some little girl!" Snap. Ugh!
   "I can't wait to report to your Master what a shitfaced little cunt
slave you've been...he may just cut you off and move on to a more
worthwhile slave!" Snap. Ugh!
    All through the hair pulling and snapping on my balls i wondered if he
would do the same to the hair on my groin and in my crack and elsewhere,
and i wished i had followed orders better and kept myself shaved. Yet
through it all, i stayed hard.
    Finally he finished with the balls, which i guessed were fiery red from
the assault.
    Next i felt him using a washcloth to rub the area around my crotch,
lifting my balls to get underneath and between my ass cheeks...after a
moment i could smell the odor of hair remover, and i was grateful he hadn't
used it on my balls...a mistake i hade made once myself and though i would
die from the pain. While the lotion worked on my midsection, he resumed his
hair pulling, this time in my armpits, again with a running commentary.
    "Little boys and girls don't have hair in their armpits, you cocksucker
slave boi! This has better teach you a lesson...keep this hair off or I'll
be back to do this all over again and I won't be nearly as nice the next
time!"
     It took him about an hour to do the whole job, then he took the shower
hose and washed me down, finally removing the ropes and ordering me to wash
the rest of the hair off and dry off. i did as I was told, of course.
    "You are such a cunt slave cocksucker, boi. Get over here and lick my
armpits clean."
     i still had my blindfold on, but was able to maneuver to him and work
my tongue into his pits, which were ripe...while i had showered, he
hadn't. I licked away, in slave-boi heaven.
    During my years as a "bottom", i had often found that what some tops
used as punishment was actually enjoyable to me. Whether or not i let them
know that fact allowed me some control over my own punishments. Of course,
a true slave boi, one committed to a Master for life, would immediately
report that pleasure, of course, allowing the Master to adjust the activity
to make it less enjoyable and more a punishment. Right now felt i had been
punished enough and stayed silent as i licked his wonderful pits clean.
   Another thing i had discovered: some activities start as punishment, and
then cross over to the enjoyable side. When i first started drinking piss,
it was more or less a punishment, a humiliation, by now though, i enjoyed
it, and regularly drank my own, even when there was no master around to
make me do so.
   i was done with his pits...i had licked them so much the hairs were
soaked with my saliva, plastered evenly up and down his pit. i thought it
looked beautiful and only stopped licking reluctantly.
   From the magical bag he produced a new diaper, put it on me and told me
to piss.
   i tried, i really did, but it had only been less than an hour since the
floodgates had burst into the other diaper and i had nothing to give.
   "Fine, bitch, you can wear my marking for the trip," he said as he
opened his zipper and started pissing into my new diaper. He placed his
hands on my shoulders, forcing me down onto my knees again, and anointed my
hair with his piss. Again, some of it leaked onto the floor, so i ended up
down there again, licking the tile clean.
   When i was done, he handed me a pair of my jeans and a t-shirt and
ordered me into them, keeping the wet diaper on.
    "Shopping time, cunt-boi...the bitch needs to get herself some
appropriate underwear. And by the way, you are to call me Piss-Master from
now on, since you`re wearing mine out in public."

To be continued


Bamaboi2serve@charter.net

I know a lot of you are anxious for the trip to the mall...he'll get there
before too long, but boi has other events to endure first. Thank you
sincerely for all of the feedback, which i continue to solicit!

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