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Last Chance -4
I was glad to be home, but already I missed his power over me, I felt lost again adrift with no purpose. Because I knew my goal was to serve, to serve at and for the pleasure of a strong, aggressive Man. My oxygen is the control of another man, my place to be his sex object to use as he wishes and for whatever he wants. I needed to get out of the dirty clothes and I wanted to inspect my piercings. Prince Albert hurt like hell and the chastity device didn't help that at all. On the way home I read the care book on new piercings and wanted to make sure I healed as soon as possible so I can return to his service. The aftercare booklet recommends salt water soaks. I did n't know how I would soak my nipples but I wanted to concentrate on my sore cock. I got a bowl and salt and headed to the bathroom. I stripped and filled the bowl with warm water and salt. I squatted and place my junk in the bowl, chastity device and all. It burned at first and then began to feel better. For some reason, I looked up at the ceiling of the bathroom, and there was a camera aimed at my toilet and shower. What the hell, I thought. He has placed a camera in my bathroom. I set the bowl down and went to the bedroom. Two cameras were covering every angle of the bedroom. The same in the kitchen, hall and living room. There was no privacy anywhere. I looked into the backyard and saw cameras there too. It was scary but actually exciting – was he watching me now? I went back to the bathroom to finish my soak wondering if he watched all the time or ...?
After the soak, I headed to the bedroom to change. I grabbed my silk robe and wrapped up in it and lay down on the bed, suddenly I felt the need to sleep. As was my custom I turned on the TV to watch as I fell asleep. Typically I just watched some mystery show or something relatively boring. The image came on the TV and it was a guy giving another a blowjob. "O my God. That's me." I screamed out loud. The film continued showing me in the Eagle, with each of the men I had been with and finally being led from the club by the Cop. The scene changed and it was my interview. When that finished the image of me a few minutes ago in the bathroom soaking my cock was on the TV. The scene change and a silhouette of a man appeared on the screen. "Greg this is just a reminder that you and everything you now belong to me and that you are totally under my control. I will control what you wear, what you eat and eventually what you think. Now look in your top dresser drawer, where you keep your underwear." I went to the dresser and pulled open the drawer. There was nothing but women's panties and bras in the drawer." I looked at the TV and started to talk, then thought that was crazy." He spoke, "Don't worry I can hear you, I can hear everything." Now you will only wear women's underwear. You told me you didn't like women and that you found them disgusting. Well, I want to explore that with you. I may decide to make you a woman so you can find yourself disgusting. Or maybe you find them that way because you want to be one. You're on your way with that small penis, no real man has a cock that small. Now put on the panties and bra and take a little nap. When you get up, I will have a shopping list for you for the store so I can get your diet correct. In your spare bedroom, you will find a treadmill and free weights. There will be a daily workout for you as I tone you up for some long sessions with me and my friends. You may nap for three hours. Nighty night slut."
I picked out a red lycra set of panties and bra. Of course, I had nothing to fill the bra but I thought the panties felt good. I climbed into bed. The TV went blank – I guess he controls that too. I drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of Dr. Ben and how he used to love deep kissing and then mounting me as I lay on my back, with my legs on his shoulders. He would pump slow at first and then speed up as he came to me. I loved to feel his hot sperm fill me, he always let me taste it as I cleaned his cock for him. It was always ended the same. Me on the whipping bench as he spanked me and brought me to an orgasm at the same time. I woke to loud music coming from the TV. It was a video of men dancing together and making out. Soon they were on a bed naked the one guy was real effeminate the other a tattooed body builder. I was getting excited, I felt my cock stiffen. But when it hit the end of the Chasity device on my new piercing it hurt like hell and I lost my hard on. I tried to turn the TV off but it would not go off. The scene shifted to the same boy being whipped on a cross by the body builder. I couldn't bear the pain so I headed to the bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I went to the bedroom and there was a shopping list on the TV. It was all organic and healthy food, and no meat. This was going to be a big change from fast food hamburgers and frozen dinners. I started to take off the panties and bra to get dressed. The voice came back. "No, you will wear those under you man clothes. Now get dressed and go to the store. You still have an hour and a half workout to go." It was Sunday and I was worried that someone would recognize me, but I guess they couldn't see my underwear, I hope. I headed out to my car and drove to the store. I had copied down the list and got everything and hurried home before anyone could see me. Just as I was getting into my car, I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, Greg some haircut you got there" It was Bruce, another teacher at my school. He scared me and I dropped a bag of groceries, oranges started rolling everywhere. I bent over to pick them up and the wind blew the back of my shirt up. "Wow, Greg red is your color!" It was Bruce, I could feel the cold air on my back and I knew what that my underwear showed. He laughed and helped my retrieve my groceries. He laughed, put an arm on my shoulder; "Well we all have hobbies on the weekend. Call me sometime we may have more in common than you think." With that, he walked off laughing. I knew I was as red as my underwear. I almost had to wrecks driving home I was so humiliated. I unloaded the car, put the groceries away and headed to the bedroom. The TV cam on, the voice said; "In the house only panties and bra for now. It is time for your workout. You can do it in your panties. Lose the bra so it doesn't hurt your nips. There are running shoes in your closet. You will start with 45 minutes running on the treadmill. I control the speed. You will be expected to keep up. After that, there will be another 45 of free weights. There is a TV in that room which will give you instructions. Remember, failure to follow my instructions will result in anything from punishment to the release of the video to your school. In fact, I think I will send a copy to Bruce, he seemed to be intrigued with you." He laughed and the screen went quiet. How can he know that, is he watching me everywhere?
I headed to the spare room. There was a large professional level treadmill. It had a TV Screen on it. I noted that there were cameras in all four corners of the ceiling and a large mirror on the wall in front of the treadmill. I had my shoes on and the red panties and stepped onto the treadmill. It started as soon as I was on it and a clock image came on the TV, a message appeared, put heart rate monitor on now!. I found it hanging it was wireless I carefully put it on my chest making sure I did not hit my sore nips with the new rings through them. My heart rate started appearing on the screen. The message said "Speeding up" the belt started faster I had to run to keep up. This lasted about 10 minutes then the message said "Increasing incline" the belt raised a lot and I was now running uphill. I was covered in sweat and about to faint when it said "speeding up" it got faster I could barely keep up. Sweat was pouring off me and I was getting nauseated. The timer read 30 minutes when the screen said "slowing down." Thankfully I was back to a walk. His voice came through the speaker. "Not very good you couldn't last 45 minutes. Remember tomorrow you need to work out before and after work. Now you will get down from the treadmill do as many pushups as possible, then as many crunches as possible and finally hold a plank for as long as possible. I will be monitoring you and expecting improvement every workout. When you are done shower and when dry look in the closet in the bathroom. You will find a box with five sizes of butt plugs. Insert the smallest and leave it in unless you need to defecate, you may take it out, just make sure it is back in after that. Each day we will increase the size. You will wear it at work and when asleep. After your shower you may eat, your menu and instructions will be on the TV. After you eat, you are to go to bed. You may watch the porn I have selected for you, but do not even think of touching your little cock." The screen went blank and I started the pushups. I was beaten but excited. I had no control, everything I did was monitored and control. His power was overwhelming, but exactly what I needed.