Chapter Thirty Eight
A NEW BEGINNING
Hello?
Roger Murphy?
Yes
My name is David. We have met but you won't remember me.
Oh? What makes you so sure?
Well, you were blindfolded - wearing a leather hood at the time.
(Silence)
You were naked and strung up like a piece of meat. At Manor Farm. I'm sure you will remember!
What do you want?
You!
You are the bastard who flogged me?
And fucked you afterwards. Yes
You filthy sadistic bastard! That was the worst beating I've ever had.
And the worst fucking?
(Silence) I don't remember much about that. I was hurting too much.
Pity, 'cos I'd like to fuck you again.
Go fuck yourself!
I'd much sooner fuck you again.
And whip me again?
Not as severely as that. Not at all if you behave yourself and do as you are told.
Hang on! You were just a slave too! What do you think gives you the right to tell me what to do?
Quite right, I WAS a slave. Not any more.
So now you've graduated to Master, is that it?
Exactly so. Do you have a current master?
Not really, no.
Well, you do now!
I think I might have something to say about that.
Nonsense. You are a slave. Slaves don't have any say in the matter. If a master decides to take you as his slave, that's it - you are his slave. Slaves don't choose their masters!
For all I know you are some fat, ugly, old bastard. What if I don't fancy you?
Ever fantasised about being auctioned in a slave market?
Sure, but what's that got to do with it?
So, there you are, naked on the auction block in the public market when some fat, ugly, old bastard looks you over, likes what he sees and offers to buy you for double the previous highest bid. And you turn to the Arab slave trader who owns you and say "Please don't sell me to him. I don't fancy him." Sound plausible?
No, but then I'm not being auctioned in a slave market.
You are a slave, dismissed by your previous owner, the Brigadier, and without a current master. That leaves you up for grabs - and I'm grabbing! I've fucked you once, liked it and and plan to do so again. Get the picture?
Yes Sir
("Sir"! I had him! He was MINE.) I'll take you on Friday.
This Friday?
Yes. Possible?
Er, no, not really Sir. This Friday's not convenient.
I didn't ask if it was convenient but if it was possible. 8pm.
Yes Sir. Where?
Normally you will come to me, but this first time it will be at your place.
Yes Sir. I'll give you my address.
No need. I know it.
How? Who told you? The Brigadier?
No, of course not. He'd never do that. I didn't even know your name from him.
Then how? Who?
It is of no consequence. (No harm to leave him feeling wrong footed and uncertain) Now pay attention. These are your instructions. You are celibate as of now. When did you last cum?
Yesterday morning Sir.
Good, then you should be as randy as hell by friday night. Fair gagging for it!
When you get home on Friday you will strip and bathe, scrubbing your body with special rigour. Do not use scented soap, deodorant or aftershave. You will remain naked. You will lay out on your bed for my inspection a display of every item of equipment and clothing which you find sexy.
On my arrival you will let me in then drop to your knees without being told and offer your neck for the slave collar in silence. You will remain kneeling there in the hall while I familiarise myself with the layout of your house. Understood?
Yes Sir.
Finally, I will seat myself at your dining table and summon you to serve the meal which you will have prepared whilst naked after your bath. Nothing too elaborate. Something tasty and light, served with wine. While I eat you will stand behind my chair, remaining completely silent at all times. When I have finished you will clear and then serve me coffee. If you do not know the correct side from which to serve and to clear, find out. Any slovenliness will be punished. Do you have any questions?
Am I to be your sex-slave or your house-boy Sir?
Don't smart arse me, boy! You'll be whatever I want you to be, whenever I want it. Do I make myself clear?
Yes Sir.
Do you have a cane?
No Sir
No problem, I'll bring one of my own.
But if I do everything right you won't punish me Sir?
I'm not talking about punishment, I'm talking about thrashing you. Just six of the best.
But why Sir, if I've done everything you want?
Because I enjoy putting stripes across a bare arse, that's why. You would not wish to deny me my little pleasures, would you? You will ALWAYS be thrashed. Every visit. It is good training for you - shows you who's boss. Gets you ready to be fucked.
Yes Sir
You seem to have the right attitude, boy. I think I'm going to enjoy you.
Yes Sir
On that I put the receiver down without any 'goodbye' as there was nothing more to be said. I picked up the nine long thin strips of rawhide bootlace and continued plaiting and braiding them with patient precision.
I felt as if the weight of the long years of servile drudgery had been lifted from my shoulders. I was emerging from a chrysalis, ready to beat my wings. A new beginning indeed! I had served my long, hard apprenticeship. Now it was time to start training my own slave and I looked forward to it with relish!
THE END