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Master Control Part Three
It had been almost 18 months since I heard from my Master. Life went back to normal and I soon forgot about him. I had moved on with my life. I still had the urge to be a slave and from time to time I would return to Recon but I was too fearful to go too far. Fool me once and all that.
I continued to read stories on nifty and that was enough for me. I still fantasised about it of course but my freedom was more important to me now. However, as the months passed the urge grew and grew until it started to consume me. I thought I could deal with it myself. I couldn't.
I bought a chastity device and got used to wearing it. It was exciting at first but having the power to unlock myself seemed pointless. I downloaded Chastikey as a way to stop myself of getting out but that soon got boring. I needed a key holder. I needed a Master.
I went on the full offensive looking for a new Master. I thought of contacting my old Master but he had gotten under my skin too much. Return to him and I may be enslaved for life. I couldn't take the risk.
I had some success but mostly I struggled to find a true Master. Like waiting for a bus and then two come along at once I soon found my life changed forever. I found someone local to be my Master. He seemed to have similar interest to me. I decided to take the plunge and organise a meet.
We exchanged schedules and tried to find a time that would suit us both. The closest we could find was a month's time. I sat there in anticipation of my first session when a notification chimed from on my phone. It was my old Master. What the fuck?
I stared in disbelief as an array of emotions flooded my mind, fear, excitement, trepidation and anticipation. The overriding emotion though was fear. I deleted the message and put it out of my mind. He will probably think I deleted Kik, no worry.
The next couple of weeks consisted of daily texts with my new Master. We planned out roughly our first session. He was quite mysterious. Not fourth coming with information I didn't mind I had no desire to know much other than that I needed to submit.
A week before our meet my old Master start inundating me with messages after a while of ignoring him I finally responded. We spoke about how we have been and what we have been up to. He wanted to be my Master again.
I decided to fight him. Who does he think he is? He can't just disappear and decide he want me to be his slave again. After a back and forth I started to realise something. He has no power, he has forgotten, he has forgotten his leverage over me.
He had nothing over me. I was free. I let him try to convince me but was clear I would not comply. This seemed to not anger him but amuse him. For some reason this felt worse. He acted calm and assured. I told him about my new Master and how I am busy.
He seemed pleased by the new Master and said I needed to try it in real life before beginning my submission. I laughed as I had spent days telling him that wouldn't happen and he didn't seem to be listening. He told me to go to my first session and enjoy and then radio silence.
I tried to put my old Master out of my mind and concentrate and my first real session. The day arrived and I felt excited. I cleaned my chastity belt and got ready. I was ordered not to cum in the 48 hours before hand. He said he wanted a full load. At least I'd get to cum.
I arrived at his apartment and text him that I'm outside. He made me wait in the cold for about 30 minutes before allowing me in. I walked into his apartment. It was the cleanest most organised place I have ever seen. I asked him how he got it so clean he replied `sluts like you'.
I was directed to stand on a rug in the middle of his apartment. I was right beside a window across from an office block. Only one level could see me but it seemed abandoned. `Take of your cloths' he ordered. I did as I was told and he threw black silk panties at my feet and looked at them.
I didn't wait for him to say it and slipped the panties on. He told me to look at the ground and started to circle me. Every so often he would caress my body. His cold hands ran over my abs, he seemed pleased with my athletic, toned body. He slapped my ass so hard it made it sting.
He attached ankle cuffs and wrists cuffs and left me standing there as he made a cup of tea. After a few minutes of me standing there hoping no one from the adjacent office could see me he walked over and pushed me to the ground. I fell to the rug but it didn't hurt.
He laid me on my stomach and connected the two legs cuffs with a small chain. He did the same with my wrists and then lifted my legs to connect to my bound wrists. I was hogtied completely helpless. He left the room and before long I could hear the shower running.
A thousand thoughts went through my head. The most persistent been what if someone in the office across from me was watching. A near naked guy hogtied in panties. What if he took pictures, what if he was recording it, ready to upload it to the internet?
After what seemed like a couple of hours but was probably far shorter he returned. He undid the hog tie but left my arms and feet bound. He stood me up. As I stood to my feet he gave the panties an aggressive tug giving me the worst wedge of my life before they ripped.
I was now naked, bound and helpless. He went to a shoe box sat on his dinner table and looked through it. He came over with what looked like nipple clamps. He attached one to my left nipple. It made me scream. He looked displeased. He grabbed a ball gag and roughly put it on me.
He took the clamp of and again he caressed my body. Hi hands where so cold. He moved his hands down my body and gently brushed my legs. It tickled, which brought an evil grin to his face. He attached the clamps to my balls it was then I noticed they were connected to a small weight.
He dropped the weight and the pain was intense. It made my Master laugh as the weight swung around violently. As soon as it slowed he pulled it down and added extra momentum. It hurt so badly but my Master seemed to be happy. I was happy I thought.
After a time he undid my restraints, removed the ball gag and pushed me to the ground. I felt a collar been put around my neck but was too scared to look up. My neck was pulled up by a leash attached. I looked up at him and as I did he spat in my face.
Don't look at me' he barked as another volley of spit landed on my face. He grabbed me by the leash and started to walk me around his apartment. His living room floor was wooden which hurt my knees, in hindsight it was better than his tiled kitchen floor which hurt like hell.
I realised I needed to pee. I asked permission but it was futile. He didn't care. He told me that if I pissed myself I would be licking it up. The thought of licking my own pee off a dirty floor disgusted me so I endeavoured to endure.
I was brought to a wooden table. He pushed me towards it and made me lie on my back on the table. He tied my feet to the corners and then my hands. I was lying on the table naked, spread eagle before he blindfolded me.
I lay there trying to listen to his footsteps, I heard him leave and then return a while later. I felt so exposed and helpless. I tried to figure out where he was but he was like a Ninja. I tried to pinpoint his location but couldn't. Where is he?
Then, I felt his presence above me. Before I could say anything he shoved the ripped panties in my mouth. Then the tickling began. He started with my torso. My smooth chiselled abs writhed in a combination of pain, frustration and pure pleasure. Then he seemed to remember.
He remembered my legs where the sensitive limbs. He started mercifully tickling them. I squirmed and cried in pain. This was pure torture. I spat the panties out of my mouth and started to beg. And beg I did, I didn't know I could be so desperate I begged and begged and begged.
Master seemed to be enjoying it before he wasn't. He warned me that if I made another sound or said another word he would tickle me for another hour. It was the biggest challenge of my life but I managed to stay quiet. After a while he untied me. I slumped off the table covered in sweat.
He dragged me back to the rug and left me laying there trying to catch my breath. He left again and I rejoiced with the chance to catch my breath. He returned carrying a bong and sat in front of me. He ordered me to kiss his feet.
I leaned over his bare feet. A bead of sweat fell from my forehead onto his barefoot. I quickly licked it up hoping he wouldn't notice. I slid my tongue between his toes and licked the soles of his feet. I sucked his toes and prayed I was pleasing him.
I still needed to pee and once again requested it. He seemed to contemplate the idea before finally relenting. He took the leash and started to direct me towards the bathroom. Once again the wooden floor and tiles hurt my knees but I was now realising I had little choice.
I was directed into the shower and he kicked my ass when I took too long. Piss' he ordered. I was bursting and didn't really care about where I was so I began to piss. Aim for your face' he ordered while laughing loudly when he seen as the stream entered my mouth.
I had pissed on myself before but never in this situation. I felt turned on but vulnerable. I was ordered to face the wall of the shower and put my hands on my head. It wasn't long before I felt my Master's warm piss run down my back. All that tea had given him a full bladder.
He turned out the light and left me covered in piss. It was starting to get cold when he entered the room again. He threw my cloths in the shower beside me. The remaining piss soaked into my cloths. He ordered me to pick up my cloths and walked me to his door. He pushed me outside naked.
I stood there naked covered in two peoples piss holding my soiled cloths. I quickly dressed and cycled home grabbing a bottle of wine on the way back. I was almost finished the bottle when my phone started beeping like WW3 was starting. It was my old Master. It sent shivers down my spine.
The first message read, `be on tomorrow your slavery will recommence'. The next few messages were links to dating sites. I opened them and stood there in disbelief. My profile on multiple dating sites, my area, my name and the picture and well the pictures were awful.
There were four pictures. The first picture was of me shirtless. It wasn't so bad. The second picture was of me naked with a dog biscuit in my mouth. My dick was hidden though. The third was a picture of me with my face in a dog bowl. My dick couldn't be seen in any.
The last picture was of me naked all body parts visible with my face covered in cum. Another message came through. `Unless you want these to go live be on tomorrow. You're slavery is once again beginning. Don't cum tonight boi.
I slumped to the floor. I had been dominated twice tonight by two different people. I felt ashamed and humiliated and trapped. My old Master was back. After 18 months of forgetting it now seemed like it was beginning again. Masters Control is back.
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