- Master and Slave, Chapter 10
The next time MASTER came over it was again with slave David. I was afraid I would have to watch slave David sucking cock, or getting fucked by MASTER again, while I was tied up and unable to do anything, but things were different this time, although I was still kept clearly in my place -- as the lowest slave of all.
This time, MASTER made David do to me whatever he did to David. So when David was on his knees sucking MASTER, I was on the floor working on David's cock. When MASTER fucked him David fucked me at the same time. In one way it felt great, but of course I really wanted to have MASTER's cock inside my ass. There was also one other difference. MASTER ordered slave David to beat me after he came; I had been refused permission to cum. To my surprise David seemed to get off on having a slave of his own, and he really got into beating me. Because of my training with MASTER, I kept thinking "I love you" as he belted me, but of course I was not allowed to say that; I was only allowed to thank him at each stroke, which was already very demeaning, since I was having to look up to another slave. And afterwards MASTER made me lick David's feet.
David also came up with the idea of writing on my body, with an indelible marker. And MASTER allowed him to write whatever he wanted. So David wrote "faggot slave" on my chest, "bootlicking faggot" on my forehead, and "faggot cuntboi" on my back. The worst was my forehead, since it took almost 3 days before I got it off, with a lot of hard scrubbing. I had to call in sick at work, which was not good, considering my worsening financial situation.
MASTER had also explored my house and discovered my basement. He ordered me buy some strong hooks and rope. He also ordered me to go to a local gay sex store and buy a leather whip. Of course I had to pay myself for all this stuff which he was going to use to torment me. And he even ordered me to tell the salesman at the sex store specifically that my MASTER wanted a good quality leather whip to flog me. I was blushing as I said it, and the guy showed me an expensive, good quality flogger, which I bought. "Perfect for faggot slaves" he said, smiling.
The next time MASTER came over, he bound my hands to the new hooks, now attached to the wooden ceiling beams. MASTER then took an old piece of wood I had lying around, about 3 feet long, drilled a hole in each end, and quickly tied one foot to each end. So now I was spread out, naked, with my cock and ass totally vulnerable. This ceiling was just a bit too high for me to be comfortable, which of course was just the way MASTER liked it. And then he took out the leather whip, and ordered me to beg him for a flogging. Soon I was practically crying, I wanted a beating from him so badly. And of course my cock was standing straight up through all of this, so he could see how turned on I was by begging for abuse. When he started to whip me, it felt good at first, I felt like I BELONGED there, being flogged by my MASTER. The leather bit in, and before long I had lots of red marks, both on my ass and my chest. Not only did I have to tell MASTER I loved him as usual, I also kept begging him for more. It was a strange sensation, because on the one hand it did hurt, but on the other hand it made me so incredibly hard. And each time MASTER took a break, he made sure I was left feeling needy. He was still dressed of course, while I was naked, and he would come right up in front of me and stand just far enough away so that we were not touching. I wanted so badly for him to kiss me and stroke me, and as usual, he gave me just enough to drive me wild with desire. He would stroke me for a minute or two, bring his lips close to mine, but not let me kiss him ... it was so erotic, and but he never let me just relax and enjoy him. There was always that feeling that he could pull away at any minute. He understood perfectly that it was a keys to my faggot slave mind: Show me how incredible being with him could feel, but then remove it deliberately so I would need it more. It was torture, but also kept me totally addicted to him. And THAT was the real bondage: Cords could be untied, but my mind was now his, to fuck with anytime he wanted. And I admired and loved him for it.
(to be continued)