Master in The Masll, Part V by bamaboi2serve@charter.net under the strict supervsion of Master Dady Sir
Suddenly, Master Daddy Sir was pulling on the leash attached to my leather collar and i was struggling to keep up with him as he left the hair place and walked out into the mall common areas.
"Keep up. cocksucker!" he shouted over his shoulder as I walked as fast as i could behind him, one step to his left, and one step behind him, as his orders required of me.
Almost immeidately a crowd of mostly young free boys gathered around me, tossing insults at me.
"Hey pissface! Cocksucker! Over here!! Hey fucking panties sissy! Hey fag-girl!" Although i kept my head down, i noticed the same boy with his slave from earlier, and the young slave and i made very brief eye contact again. His long hair was dyed bright pink, and the word "cocksucker" was tattoed across his forehead!
I blushed, of course, and I was glad to see that Master's journey this time was not far...we were crossing the main Mall Hallway and heading into a place called "Master's Tattoos & Leather".
The sounds of the jeers died down as we entered, Master James himself walked up and welcomed Master Daddy Sir. He snaped his fingers in my direction and i knew what i was being told to do. i quickly got on my knees and started licking Master James' leather boots, cleaning the shop dust off them and making them shine.
Master James is a huge man with many tatoos on his smoothly muscled body, many of them framed by the various leather pieces he wore.
His bunging bicepts are highlighted on either side by rough black leather straps. He is bare chested, but he is wearing a thick leather Master's harness, with belts and buckles criss-crossing his pumped up pecs. Each peck has a massive dark nipple at the center, both of them pierced and decorated with a thick sterling silver ring. Although it is a heavy piece of jewelry, Master James' tits are so firm that they hold the jewelry up proudly.i can not help myself. my mouth waters when i glance up from the floor at them for just a second.
Master James is wearing shiny black leather chaps, and his well-muscled ass cheeks project out away from his relatively slim waist. As he speaks with Master Daddy Sir, he too snaps his fingers, and two of his slaves jump to duty. One positions himself behind him and plants his face in Master James exposed ass, probing with his tongue. The other is quickly positioned at Master Daddy Sir's feet, cleaning his boots the way i am working on Master James footwear. I worked even harder, to do a better job and make Master Daddy Sir proud of me.
Master James and Master Daddy Sir know each other, both of them well-respected members of the Master's Community, and they chatted as we slaves worked, catching up on events and friends.
Eventually their talk turned to business.
"So what can we do for you today?" he asked Master Daddy Sir.
"My sissiboi cum slut needs some more direct signs that he is owned, and owned by me. I'm thinking some seriouys ink!"
"We can handle that, of course, May i take control of the bitch?"
Master Daddy Sir gives his permission, and Master James reached down and grabed my new hair "handles". He pulls me along by them as he walks across the shop display floor to a rather strange looking device.
It is made of wood, with various leather straps attached. Master James orders the slave who had been servicing his ass to position me in it, and soon i am laying face down on the contraption. there are only a few places holding me up....a curved wood piece at my sissiboi chest and my tummy. My legs are stretched forward. putting my legs and calves into a stirrup device. That leaves my cunt hole sticking out backward. My head is resting on an open curved platform that leaves my face..like the rest of me..exposed for the use of the Masters.
The slave who has been strapping me into position is slobbering from his work on Master James ass, and he is leaking onto my neck. The slobber travels down around my head to my mouth and i snake my tongue to both sides. it is like wine to me, and i hope neither of the Masters spotted me taking it without permission.
"Sir! The slave licked up some of your ass juice that dropped from me!"
Busted! Master James slave had told one me! Master James came to the where my head was exposed and planted his ass on my face.
"Get it from the source, bitch, I better feel that tongue deep cunt!" He has grabbed my hair handles and is pulling mY face into him ass!
My entire nose and mouth is buried deep between Master James massive cheeks. i can hardly breathe, but i force my tongue into a spear shape and work as best i can to satisfy him. Although my ears were almost covered, i could hear Master Daddy Sir laughing at my predicament.
"So what kind of ink do you want on the slut?" Master James asked Master Daddy Sir.
"I want these words in bright pink ink on both cheeks just below the place where his little girly shorts or diapers or panties don't reach: SISSIBOI COCKSUCKER / OWNED BY MDS. I had wanted to spell my name out but it would have made the letters to small,I want them big enough that people can read 'em without have to get too close to the bitch!"
Master James commented that everyone knew who MDS was in town, and that would be fine.
i was not able to hear exactly what was said because slime from my cocksucker hole and Master James ass was leaking into my ears too, but soon Master James pulled away from me and walked away with Master Daddy Sir to his office. The two slave tattooists came over and raised the platform up to make my cunt hole and cheeks easily within their reach. Soon the sound of the tools they were using were drowning out the other shop sounds, and all i could do is try to focus on the taste of Master James in my mouth. I licked around my lips, knowing how much of a privledge it was to have rimmed him. That served to distract me from the pain of the marks being inked onto me.
The slaves also played with me to amuse themselves as they inked me...one slipped fingers in my cunt hole and then put them in my mouth for cleaning. i sucked on his fingers hungrily. The other pulled on my titties sharply, and of course all of that made my tiny pee pee dickie hard. It suck out, leaking, away from my body. I could see a small pool form on the floor, and i knew i would be licking it up before we left.
Each slave worked on one lower cheek, and it took them an hour to finish their job.
i wondered if they were finished marking me. Nobody made any move to unstrap me from the machine, and i waited.
After half an hour, Master and Master James wandered by and Master Daddy Sir looked over at me and seemed surprised to see me. i felt sure he had forgotten i was out here, tied up on display.
"Do your boys have time for another marking?" he asked Master James.
"Of course," he replied, ordered the "team" back to my station.
By that time I was sweating and miserable, but that didn't concern anyone of them. But as the tattoo boys waited for orders, one of them whiped up some of the sweat from my cunt hole and stuck his fingers into my cocksuckign hole for cleaning. The other boy did the same with the sweat in my pits. I hungrily lapped up the moisture, slut that i am for even my own liquids. i had licked up sweat for Master Daddy Sir so often that it was a natural rection for me.
Master James reached over to a shelf and grabbed an odd shaped glass pitcher with a narrow long neck and handed it to one of his boys. The boy held it in place in front of my dickie, letting my piece slip into the bottle. i was relieved to be allowed to pee pee, and i quickly did, filling the bottle with deep yellow liquid.
When i was done, the boy fitted a thick rubber prong onto the bottle and then stuck the prong into my cunt hole. Soon the piss was back inside me to be recycled. My belly was filled with it.
Master was speaking.
"Right here," he said, pointing to the area right above my dickie, "I want a big cartoon dick drawn with the words "how I wish" That should remind him and everyone else what a little tiny dickie the slut has!"
Master James got the boys working while he and Master Daddy Sir left for the bar area of the store for a drink. Another hour passed, with the boys playing with my strapped-in body parts as they worked, marking me again with an embarrasing reminder of my sissiboi status.They used deep black ink this time. It showed up glaringly on my lilly white skin.
Later, the boys unstrapped me and tossed me into a shower stall, using high pressure hoses to rinse me off. They threw me an old stiff towel to dry off with and left me on the shower floor to wait for orders.
It had been a long day and my body had been put through a variety of activities, but i was proud to serve Master Daddy Sir.