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I was never into leather or latex, bondage or masters. I was just a normal gay guy, switching on the gay sex part. More gothic than anything, wearing clumpy doc martens, black clothes, and floppy longish hair.
Thus said, I was forced into the lifestyle one Friday night by my own fuckin stupidness. They say curiousity kills the cats, but it can also enslave the slaves. Here's how i got my first master.
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Part Four
As I woke up, I realized some things were different. First off, I was still tired, for the nightmares kept waking me in starts and bouts. And I kept thinking about the levels he told me, which I guess is why he did so. But as I woke up, the changes were very different, so different my mind became aware of them all almost instantly. I still had a plug in my ass, but it wasn't attached to the wall. In fact, nether was I. I was laying on the floor beneath where I had been chained. My hood had been taken off, but my gag was still in and a different leather blindfold had been attached to my head. My hands were in fists, and in some kind of tight leather. And It felt like I had knee pads on??? I moved and knelt. The weights were still on my nipples and balls, for I felt them swing a little, which caused me to moan slightly into the gag.
"Ah, you are up," I heard the tall man say. He walked over to me. "We are going to start you on your daily, and yes, I said daily, life now. Disobey, and we go through the smacks and whippings again. Those are my punishments. Now, 1031, you don't want THAT again, do you?"
I shook my head no very quickly, desperately hoping he saw that.
"Very good. Very, Very good. See? You are already learning. Did you notice your hands?"
I nodded.
"You have puppy mitts on. These keep your hands in fists. Not only are these best for moving about as my puppy, but you will not be able to navigate doors, phones, or computers. You will have knee and elbow pads on later, when I get you dressed. Understand?"
I nodded again slowly, puzzled.
"Now, follow me to the sink area, on your hands and knees. This is how you will move around from now on." He turned and walked away, expecting me to follow. I sighed, and didn't want to follow, but, suddenly remembered the levels, and with a realization of how trapped I was in this nightmare, I just, dropped my head and shuffled after him.
He had stopped near the sink area, and was pointing down at a spot next to his feet, so I just moved to it. He patted my head, causing me to blush.
"Good boy." He took off my boots, and brought our an electric razor and foam with a straight razor. He took my hands and clipped my manakles together to a long chain and put that chain on a hook hanging from the ceiling. He then went to the wall and pressed a button, and slolwly the hook and then the chain lifted up and then pulled my arms above me until my toes were just touching the ground. He released the button then.
"This will happen daily. You will be bathed, and shaved, and then put back into your outfit. Every day. 365 days a year. Pay attention."
He used the electric razor, and shaved my legs, and then my arms. Then he did around my crotch, and my ass. Then he lathered up all of what he had just shaved, and took out the straight razor.
I whimpered into my gag.
His head snapped up to look at me. "Don't you move an inch. I you do, you will get cut, and you will displease me. Understand?"
I nodded, full of fear.
He now shaved my body, very slowly, not missing any left over hair. I soon was extra smooth. He stood up and looked me in the eyes.
"I will now take out your gag. Very slowly. You will NOT make a SOUND. I will shave your face. Do NOT move."
He undid my gag's straps, and slowly slipped it out. My jaw hurt, and I gulped air a few times, but quickly closed my mouth. His electric razor shaved me, and then his straight one. He nodded his approval. He brought out an enema, and filled it with something.
"This will help clean you out. You WILL hold it in until I say to release. Understand?"
I nod, eyeing the enema and he moved around behind me... I felt it go in... and I held.
He came back around, and turned on a garden hose, and washed my body off, cleaning the hair and foam left over off me. The water was cold, and I shivered, but in a panic, clenched my ass harder for fear of letting something out. He wet my hair and washed it for me. "I don't like washing hair. I will be watching for your first mistake to shave this off." I groaned, inside my mind, and tried not to cry. I have had long hair since I was 15. I didn't want to lose it. Suddenly, all I was thinking about was not to mess up to keep my hair. He rinsed it off now, and took the hose to my ass area. "Okay, I want you to release."
I opened my ass and felt a gush exit it, and the smell hit me. He turned the hose on me, and washed it all away... and put the hose in me for a few seconds, and then let that water flow out, washing that away finally too. He seemed satisfied, and stood up.
He walked over to my face. "I'll be back in a little bit. Stay quiet. I am always listening."
He went upstairs. I hung there, shivering, and just broke down and cried silently, knowing it was my only chance to do so. I just let it all come out, hanging there, shaking and shuddering.
Hearing him coming back down, so I pulled myself together, and made myself silent. Scared shitless, but silent.
He placed to bowls on the floor. One had small bits of white chicken and cooked green vegetables, the other, water. My stomach, rumbled. The tall man heard it, and smiled.
"Now I will give you your daily wear, and you will earn the right to eat your food. Twice a day, you will be fed. You hear me? Twice only. Lean chicken or fish, and veggies only. The water is Vitamin water. I will keep you healthy. Nod your head if you understand?"
I nodded, looking at the food and water.
He moved to a closet, and pulled out alot of leather. "Now, I will give you your identity to me, 1031." He had me lift my legs, one at a time, and put tight leather chaps on me, with my ass and crotch obviously open. Then knee high boots under them, pulling the chaps down. He put leather manakles around my boot ankles, and leather manakles around my thighs. And then leather knee pads on my knees, I am assuming for movin around in my doggy position? He locked my ankles together, and to the wall, and then lowered the hook and released my wrists from above. he took off the mitts, and put a leather t-shirt on me, and then puppy mitts again. Then, leather manakles on my wrists and arms in between my shoulders and elbows. Then leather pads on my elbows. He then fixed a tight belt around my waist on me, that had rings all around it to be able to lock me to things. Then he put my collar on, and went around and locked the locks on my collar, belt, and mittens.
I watched him locking them with fear in my eyes. He smiled at that. "Your hood and gag will be locked too, 1031, so, just accept fate. It's easier that way." He put the keys into his pocket.
"Now, let's work on the meal. You want the food?"
I nod, scared of messing up and talking, and the levels.
"Good. First step. Know your place. Since every action does have a re-action. Kneel down. All the way down, on your hands and feet, and kiss and lick my boots. And boy, I am talking, worship them like they are me. Love them, kiss and lick them clean and shiney and make me proud."
I looked down at his boots, and blinked.
"Are you.. hesitating?"
That was still hanging in the air as I dropped fast as lightening to the floor and started to lick and lick and kiss and make love to his boots. Up and down, swirling around them.... he even held them up for me to do their bottoms and heels. I licked both as best as I could, and with as much enthusiasum as I could muster, for hard yucky tasting leather.
"Very good, 1031. Don't expect them to be clean always. But I expect you to clean them always, every single morning. Do you understand?"
I nod while licking. He leans down, pats my head, and grips my hair, pulling me up to my knees.
"Part two of every meal, you worship my balls and cock." He took the front section off of his chaps, and he was now open there too. "Listen to me, boy. You will lick and suck until I say stop. AND, you will drink all I offer you... be it my cum.. or my piss."
I blinked again, staring up at him, almost saying no way.... but caught myself.
"Yes? You have something to say?"
I blink again, and slowly just shake my head, losing one tear down my left cheek.
"Good. Lick my balls. I want them bathed."
I lean in, and lick them, bringing them into my mouth to wash. They had a musky, leather taste and smell, and I swished them around, and lightly sucked.
"Now the cock, boy."
I licked the staff, and the tip, and then let it slide into my mouth. At that moment, his hands grabbed my head, and he face fucked me, sliding his hard cock down my throat. The long gag I had in must have helped, for I had no gagging sensations, and he was able to deep throat me during the wild fucking. My head felt like it was in a vise, and he moved me about like I was a rag doll, his grunts and pleased moans getting louder and quicker. Suddenly, a washing river of cum felt like it was rushing down my throat to my stomach, and I swallowed and swallowed like crazy, hoping not to choke, for my head was now being held in place, with his dick deep down in me. I was beginning to have trouble breathing when I felt the river trickling to a slower drip and he released me as I fell back to the ground panting.
"GET UP and drink the last of my cum from my cock, BOY!"
I jumped up panicked, and sucked on his tip, afraid I had missed alot.
He swatted my head. "Gently!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I blinked through the stars, and finished him off gently, until he patted my head.
"You ever do that at the end again, you lose your hair. Now, you can eat. From the bowls. On the ground, like a dog. No hands."
I nodded, crawled over, and did what I was told, but I was just so grateful for food, I didn't care how I ate at this point. When I was finished, he had me sit up and open my mouth. He brushed my teeth and had me wash it with mouthwash.
"Good boy. Go back to where you were chained last night. That's your area now. I'll be there in a second."
I moved like a dog over, contemplating, all I have done, and all that has gone on. Judging if I could escape up the stairs in time or not, and finally, just ending up where I was told, with my head down.
He came over to me, and put a big dog bed down. Then he placed two buckets along the wall further along. Then he chained me with long chains to the wall to my manakles, collar, and waist. I realized, I couldn't get away if I wanted to. then he came to me with the hood and a small bag.
"Those buckets over there are for your waste. Your chaps will allow you to do either when you wish. Your chains are long enough to reach. Understand?"
I nodded.
"Now, you pick. I am giving you this chance." He pulled out two gags. One, a ball one, the other the long dildo one I had in me before. "Which would you like? I am giving you this ONE option. Want you to feel like you are involved in chosing some part of your outfit. Point with one of your mitts." I looked at them, and pointed at the ball gag. I figured, it would hurt less, not being down as far. He nodded, and put on my hood, tying it tight in place, Then he flicked at my mouth, and I opened it, and he put the gag in, and I heard him tighten it, and then lock both the gag and hood in place. He then put weights around my balls.
"As long as you are good, You will hear jazz music softly... all day and night. I do this so you will not go insane. That happened once. if you don't obey, you will have to earn that right to hear it again. Understand?"
I nodded, and He just patted my head, and walked up the stairs, and turned off the major lights. Only small wall lights now were on in the room. I was chained to my new life now, all in leather mostly, unable to escape, talk, or move much. As I heard music be turned on, I laid down on my bed he had given me, sighing. Pretending not to notice... I had become hard from the moment he ordered me to lick his boots ON.
But, I am not a sub!. Honest. I blinked into the semi darkness, and just stared.
end of part 4.