Date: Wed, 13 May 2009 14:44:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slutty Whore Sought By Hot GAM Master Part 18

SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER 18

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM


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At last the truck stopped and I head the doors open. One of the Asian guys
from the club jumped into the bed of the truck and unclipped my leash from
the side of the truck. He pulled me up to my feet in the back of the truck
and I realized I was fully exposed, directly under a bright street lamp,
still naked, collared, cuffed, leashed, and barefoot. I saw a vehicle
behind the truck and realized quickly it was Master Kitagawa and his three
friends. I was told to jump down from the truck and was dragged by the
leash to the trunk of Masters car before being forced into it once
again. The trunk lid was slammed closed and I heard muffled voices and
laughter outside for some time before the car began moving.

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The car drove for quite some time, with me naked, tired, sore all over,
desperate to take a piss and a dump, my hands still cuffed painfully behind
my back, my steel ball stretcher in place, covered in piss, cum, dirt, and
welts from the whipping the four Masters had imposed upon me while they
fucked me on the overpass. Despite all of this, my cock was rock hard and
dripping .....pleading to be released on the immense pressure.  Was it that
I needed to pee and shit, or was it that I needed to cum myself...I was so
exhausted I really couldn't tell, and really didn't care too much.  What a
scary, amazing, humiliating, and exhilarating evening Master Kitagawa had
provided.

The car stopped and I heard some doors open and slam closed again, then it
began moving again. The conversation in the passenger compartment stopped,
so I presumed the other two Masters had left the car, but I couldn't be
sure until the car eventually stopped some ten minutes or so later and
Master Kitagawa popped the trunk, smiling in at me, curled up naked and
submissive in the trunk.

Grabbing my ankles he manipulated my forelegs out of the trunk, then
grabbing my leash he pulled my upper body out until I was able to wriggle
myself onto the lip of the trunk and stand up outside of the car. Still
holding the leash, Master slammed the trunk shut and tugged for me to
follow him. We were on a residential street with two and three story
Victorian styles homes on each side of the street. It was quiet and still
dark, but Master did not seem to pay any heed to anything other than
walking in front of me and pulling me behind him on a very short leash over
his right shoulder. We walked about fifteen yard to the corner and turned
onto a wider and obviously more used street, although the street seemed
deserted at the moment. I immediately realized we were about a block from
Master Kitagawa's home on Haight street.

Master pulled me along nonchalantly, as though walking a dog, just as
normally as anything, while my eyes were darting to every shadow, every
noise, every possibility that I would be seen. I was still hard and
dripping, and walking naked, barefoot, and collared with Master Kitagawa in
front of me, obviously in full control of me was exhilarating, and
terrifying, and humiliating, and exactly what I wanted, and.....  I was a
confusion of mixed emotions and so lost in my own thoughts at that moment
that I missed the couple that turned the corner just a few feet ahead of
us. In their mid twenties, the guy was white with long dreadlocks, a tie
dye t-shirt, jeans and sandals with a large shell necklace.  The woman had
really long unkempt hair held back with a tie dye bandanna, and a long
summer dress that flowed loosely around her. I was immediately hit by the
smell of a joint, and saw them pass it from one to the other as they
smiled, looking from me to
 Master Kitagawa, both of them giggling quietly.

"Nice dog you have there" said the woman coming toward me and petting me on
the head.

"Thank you" replied Master Kitagawa very formally with a slight nod of his
head as he turned towards me, losing the leash a little, before adding "but
he's actually my sex slave."

"Coooooollll !" they both said in unison as I felt my face flush with
embarrassment while I stared fixedly at Masters feet, the woman still
petting my hair as though I were a dog.

"Do you keep him naked all the time?" the guy asked as he offered Master a
drag on the joint they were smoking.

"Yes" Master replied simply, politely refusing the joint with a discreet
hand motion while they repeated their "Coooolll !" in unison response.

"He seems to enjoy it" commented the woman with a note of pleasure in her
voice, as she reached out to stroke my engorged and leaking
cock. Involuntarily as her hand grasped my cock, I pulled my stomach
muscles in as if to withdraw from the contact as I knew it would not take
much for me to lose it completely and blow my seed all over the sidewalk.

"Oh I know he knows his place in life, and he loves being a sex whore"
Master replied matter of factly. My face grew redder and yet I knew he was
absolutely correct.

"I like his jewelry" the guy said as he reached forward, took hold of the
steel ball stretcher above my balls and rolled it around his fingers a
little, making me wince slightly. The woman was now holding my cock, while
the guy was holding my balls, as Master Kitagawa held a very natural
conversation with them in the middle of San Francisco. It was surreal, yet
so very real.

A car passed on the street, slowing as it drove by us, and speeding up
beyond us before stopping on the other side of the intersection, it's brake
lights illuminated. Master seemed oblivious and totally disinterested as he
spoke with the hippie couple.

"We're having a party tomorrow, you should come" said the guy smiling as he
moved his hand to my cock pushing the woman's away gently.

"Yes, yes...please come with your slave. It would be so radical !!" the
woman giggled.

"Starts at two in the afternoon and goes until whenever" the guy said still
squeezing my cock while the woman had moved her attention to my nipples.

"I may be able to" Master said nodding.

"Hope to see you tomorrow then Kit" said the woman smiling broadly, and I
realized they knew each other.

"Perhaps" said Master "have a good evening."

"You too, though with a slave like that I'm sure you will" said the guy as
they left and Master smiled at me before tugging my leash and continuing my
naked trek along Haight Street.

We passed the vehicle that had stopped after crossing the street and I saw
the guy inside with a camera. A flash and clearly he had taken a picture
through his open passenger side window. Master seemed oblivious again and
simply continued to drag me on until we reached his home. Unlocking the
side gate we walked along the side of the house toward the back yard. Just
before we reached the back yard Master pulled my leash close to the wall
and clipped it to an anchor point about seven feet off the ground. I was
forced to stand very close to the wall as a result.

Master leaned in from behind me and whispered into my ear "fucking hot
tonight slut. You were amazing. I hope you enjoyed it."

It was more of a comment than a question but I was so elated I wanted
desperately to reply " Yes Sir, Thank you Sir, I love every minute of it
Sir"

Master giggled quietly and said softly "I was sure you would slut, but you
fucking stink bad. Need to clean your sorry ass up a bit."

"Sir, yes Sir" I replied as I saw him grab a garden hose that had been
hidden by the shadow of the house. Turning a nearby faucet I heard the
distinctive hiss and swoosh of the hose as it charged and in seconds I was
hit with a torrent of cool water, which quickly turned to very cold
water. Master played the cold water all over me, from head to toe and back
again. I was literally shivering and my teeth were chattering together
before he turned the hose away from me and shut off the water.

Master then slipped off his t-shirt, dropping it on the ground. He
unbuttoned his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper, knowing my eyes and my
lust were locked on his every move. Staring straight into my eyes, he
slipped his jeans off his hips and down before stepping out of the and his
sneakers. He stood stark naked before me, gorgeous, an Asian god.  He
walked slowly the few steps to me, took my head in both of his hands,
brought his lips to mine, and pushed his tongue tenderly into my mouth and
we kissed gently and tenderly for a long, long, long time. Both of us
naked, together in the shadow of his home, joined by a common need, desire,
drive, and purpose.  I truly loved Master Kitagawa in that moment, as much
as I loved Master Kosugi.

He broke away after a while and grabbed his clothes from the ground.
Unclipping my leash he led me around to the back of the house and onto the
porch. He led me toward a large steel cage that sat in the corner, next to
the wooden railing of the porch. Swinging open the cage door, he unclipped
my leash and kissed me tenderly on the lips one more time.

"I wish you were my full time slave boy" he said "but I'm glad Master
Kosugi gave you to me during his trip.  You'll sleep in here." He said,
nodding to the cage.

I still desperately need to piss and shit, so I decided to ask for
permission to use the restroom before being locked in the cage.

"Sir, Thank you sir, but may I use the restroom before being locked in the
cage Sir?"

He chuckled slightly, apparently knowing my predicament. "There is a bucket
in the cage bitch" he said tenderly and lovingly. "That is for you to use."

"Yes Sir, Thank you Sir." I said and resigned to my fate, I crawled
willingly into the cage.

"Have a good night boy." With that, he closed the door and latched the
padlock to secure me in the steel prison, outdoors, on his back porch. He
walked into the house, leaving the back door open, as I surveyed my home
for the evening. It was about three feet tall, three feet wide, and about
six feet long. While the sides and top were steel, the floor was wood. In
the far corner I saw a plastic bucket and I quickly shuffled my way on my
knees to the bucket. This could be tough, Not really enough room to stand
over the bucket, and with my wrists handcuffed, a little awkward to squat
over it, but I had to go....so I maneuvered myself into the best position
possible and let go.

It was such a relief, but also somewhat humiliating to be shitting and
pissing into a plastic bucket while crouched painfully, stark naked in a
steel cage in Masters back yard in the middle of San Francisco. Yet, this
was precisely the type of treatment I have come to crave, fantasize about,
and hope for. Just as I finished pissing a torrent which I feared may
overflow the bucket, a movement at the cage entrance caught my attention
and I realized Master had returned and was standing watching me. I felt
extreme embarrassment and felt my face flush red hot.

"You may be hungry bitch." Master said as he slipped a steel dog bowl under
the small opening in the cage door. With that he went into the house,
closed and then locked the back door, and I saw the kitchen light go out. I
shuffled over to the dog bowl and found it had two separate depressions.
Inside one of the depressions was a cool liquid with no aroma which I
quickly realized was water. In the other was some dried fruit and nuts
which I had to eat by using my tongue. I had not realized just how hungry
and thirsty I was until I was crouching over that bowl. I devoured
everything on the food side and slurped noisily at the water side,
oblivious to the fact that I was eating like a dog, naked in a cage. Once I
finished, I tried to find a comfortable position to lay or sit in to spend
the night, but with my hands still cuffed behind my back this was no easy
task. I turned, re-positioned, shuffled, and wriggled for quite some time
before exhaustion took over and I drifted into sleep.


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