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Master Luke 267 age 33 logged in on line 15 at 19:44:55 <<< . Message #216 From: Slave 386 To: all Date: 02-04-91 19:43:21 Subject: Master Top's New Toy . It was just another letter appearing in my E-Mail box.
Dear Slave:
You think you know what humiliation is? Well you dont have a clue. I have twelve inches of man killing cock waiting for your hungry mouth and tight ass. If you want to experience it, drop me a line with a time and number to contact you. Master Top
I smiled. This was just another example of a guy with a hot name and little else I thought. I left him a time and phone number to contact me. The next evening, the call came. The voice on the other end of the line was cold, chilling, almost frightening. The conversation was not long. "Come to the corner of LaBrea and Santa Monica. There you will find a phone booth. At 7 tommorow night, that phone will ring. Make sure that YOU answer it!" I was frightened, and yet at the same time I felt exhilerated, even thrilled! I was so excited, I was there at 6:30, waiting by the phone. At 7:01, it rang. The voice was just as cold, mysterious... "Did I keep you waiting long Boy!" He said. I choked out a, "No Sir!" "Good," he replied. He gave me an address nearby. "When you reach appartment number four, open the door and come in. Then remove your clothes, fold them carefully and put them on the floor next to you. Then I want you to assume a kneeling position and keep your eyes to the floor until instructed otherwise."
Ten minutes later I was on my knees in a pitchblack apartment. Naked.
I heard footsteps. All of lack my years of Karate training prepared me for anykind of sudden assault, but it never came. I felt something warm rubbing against my downturned cheek, and then pressing against my lips as a han d gently took my chin and turned my face upward. I instinctively opened my mouth and felt the huge piece of manmeat slide between my lips. The hand moved from my chin to the back of my head as 12 inches of pile driving meat slid deep into the back of my throat. I gagged a little as he worked the tip of that monster against my throat muscles. He held the back of my head firmly as he slowly, rythmically fucked my face. Suddenly I felt him placing something about my neck. I recognized the texture of a leather choke collar, just as I heard the jingle of the attached leash. He held the leash tight in his hand as he pumped the big cock into my throat.
I felt the head of it expand, filling the back of my throat. Suddenly he let loose with a groan, and a firehose went off in my mouth. The cum roared from the head of his magnificent cock, exploding down my throat. I gagged, trying desperately to consume the gobbles of hot, thick cum that poured down my throat and trickeled from the corners of my lips. He continued to pump until he had spent the whole load down my ravaged throat. He turned and began to walk away draging me on my knees behind him, and still he had not spoken a word. He opened a door and suddenly soft light came to my eyes. We entered a room that He obviously used as a dungeon. The rooms walls were painted black, and it was filled with impliments of torture. On one wall was a rotating St. George's Cross. In the center of the room was a whiping bench, and spread about the room were stocks, a human toilet cabinett, and several other items of ingenious desighn, of what purpose they might be used I could only immagine. For the first time I could also see HIM clearly. He was tall, muscualr, and as mentioned before, hung like a horse. I could not see his face, as he wore a full leather mask. He spoke. "Lie on your back slave!" He ordered, pointing at a rubber mat a few feet away. I did as I was ordered, and he walked up to me and kneeled. In his hand was a bunch or restraining devices, including an alluminum spreader bar. The bar had fleece lined leather cuffs at each end, and before I knew what was happening he had my legs spread and locked into the bar. In the middle of the bear was a large ring, and before I could ask what it was for he had my hands cuffed and the links of the cuffs running through the spreader bar ring. My legs were now drawn up highand spread wide inviting an assault on my ass, and it wasnt long in cumming. He spread the thick, gooey petroleum jelly arround my asshole libraly, and when I saw him greasing up his hand too, I knew I was going to suffer! He started gently with one, and then two fingers up my asshole. I moaned softly as the fingers stroked my prostrate. The third finger went in, and I could feel my asshole begin to tighten, to object to the brutality of this invasion. With sudden swiftness, the entire fist was inside me. I nearly passed out from the pain. As I screamed, he slapped me hard accross the face with his free hand, and then roughly grabbed my chin. As I looked down at his arm dissapearing into my ass he barked at me. "You wanted this, you little slut. Now shut up!" He reached down and started to stroke my cock. It started to harden beneath his ministrations, as he stroked it roughly. His arm thrust brutally into my asshole, seeming to tear me in half, and just as suddenly as he had began, he stopped. As he pulled his arm from my ass, I passed out from the pain. I woke up to what I thought was warm water splashing against my face. My arms and legs hurt. I had no idea how long I had been in this position. As my eyes opened I saw three men, each with mask surrounding me. The warm liquid was not water, but piss, as each let loose with a hot stream right into my face. "Wake up little pussy," My new Master ordered! My frioends and I are going to give you a little treat. He smacked me in the face a few times to emphasize his point. As I looked arround, I could see that each of the three men were endowed with huge cocks. "You are going to service all three of us tonight boy, and if youj are good, I may just decide to let you stay as my slave forever. I WAS GOOD... . From: Slave 386 To: all Date: 01-13-91 19:47:32 Subject: How Far (Another Fantasy) . I often wondered myself how far I would go to prove my love to the Master. I had already done more than I could ever immagine. I learned to crossdress for the Master. I accepted my body being pierced for the Master. I whored, allowed myself to be used as the guenea pig for his herbal drug experiments, I lived for days at a time on a diet of his cum and piss. Every hole, every crevice in my body had been filled at one time or another by the Masters cock, and even the cocks of his friends. My dedication to the Masters pleasure was near legendary. This had earned me the rank of number one slave, and I wore the collar arround my neck with the 24 carat gold 1, as a proud emblem of my position in his stable of over 20 slaves. Many of the Masters slaves were more handsome than me. Many were better built, better hung, etc., but none had the dedication to the Master that I did. None had the love for the Master that I did. I was not only the Master's number 1 slave, I was honored to be his best friend as well. The Master took very good care of me. When I went off to work, I was dressed in the finest Italian suits, beneath I wore the silkiest of bikini briefs, and solid gold nipple rings piercing my nipples. On those days when the Master chose to humilate me with feminine attire beneath my business suits, the Master humiliated me with the barest bikini panties, sheer silk hose and satin garter belt and bra. To my friends and colleagues at work, I was masculine and manly Dave, while all the while I was may Master's hot pantied slut, willing to go down on my knees in a crowded mens room and beg to lick the sweat from his balls, or anyone he dictated. One night the Master decided to have a poker party with , "a few select friends." I was kept busy all day cleaning the house, making sandwitches and preparing the house for the Master's guest. An hour or so before the guest were to arrive, the Master ordered me to put on my finest silk French Maids outfit, and prepare for their arrival. The Master personaly supervised as Mistress Olga, his friend and sometimes lover applied my makeup, and helped me into the tight lether corset that went on beneath the outfit. She helped me to put the six inch spiked heels onto my feet, and into the tight leather cock harness which held my cock in tight bondage as the whispy red panties were pulled up over my ass. With the black wig placed on my head, and the perfectly applied makeup, I had the look of a creol slut; dressed for action. The Master had me waiting at the door when the first of his guest began to arrive. I took their coats and directed them to the den. Suddenly my heart sank as I opened the door and recognized two of the faces of the several men standing there. One of the men was Ron, my best friend from work, the other was Peter; one of my Lions Club brothers. They did not seem to recognize me, as I took their coats and led them into the den, and well they shouldn't. I was madeup by one of the best makeup artist in Hollywood. The tight leather collar arround my neck all but hid my adams apple, and the corset pushed out my small tits and gave my ass a round feminine look. The herbal tea the Master had gave me arlier in the evening gave my voice a high pitched feminine tone, and the green contact lenses the Master made me wear gave me an entirely different look. The men quickly got into the poker game and I was kept busy running for drinks and keeping the men fed. Several times during the evening I had been felt up by the players, including my two dear friends. Each time the Master noticed, and only winked. Finaly after several hours of play, the Master called me over to the table, and stopped the game. "Gentlemen," he said. "This is my slave Daphane, and she is tonights entertainment." He reached up, and taking the small chocke chain attached to my collar, he pulled my head towards his lap as he unziped his fly with the other hand. His massive cock slid into view. I almost fell into his lap as he pulled me onto his cock, I began to suck. My body bent over in the tight corsett, the Master pulling on my collar, I could barely breath as I sucked his big cock. I felt cold hands touching my back, as someone pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I looked arround in time to see Ron lubricating his big black cock with mayonaise from one of the sadwitches before his slid it up my tight ass. Before I knew it, I was on my back; my knees in my chest as Ron fucked my ass unmercifully. At the same time the Masters other poker partners were in a circle arround my head as I sucked them off one by one. My face was a mess, makeup smeared all over my face, my face covered with precum and saliva. One by one, they used my body; filling each of my holes with hot meat and then hot cum. Before the evening was done, I had been fucked and had to suck both of my best friends. As they prepared to leave, Ron walked up and kissed my cum streaked cheek. "I'll see you Monday at work Dave, I mean Daphane!" He whispered in my ear. Peter kissed me too. "Great head, Dave buddy." He laughed. That was the begining... My routine now includes getting Ron his coffee every morning and sucking him off on breaks in the executive washroom. I clean Peters house once a week, dressed in my maids outfit of course, and have to submit to his brutal ass fucking whenever he feels the need. The Master knows and approves of this arrangement, in fact he told me just recently that it was good for me to get my status out in the open, "Less pressure that way!" He promises me that his next poker party will be even better... . The Master was a well known and respected herbologist. In his travels arround the world he often collected rare and exotic herbs that where perfectly legal, but when mixxed in the right combinations were extremely intoxicating, while being totaly safe and non addictive. I was often the Masters guenea pig for these concoctions he put together, and as often as they brought me incredible pleasure, the could sometimes bring equal measures of pain. It was after one trip to the orient that the Master brought back an ancient chineese root that was suppossed to prolong erections for incredible lengths of time. When he returned he wanted to try the drug on me. The drug was either ingested with a mild warm drink like tea, or ground into powder and mixed with food. On the evening of his return after I had prepared his meal and sucked his cock, (my daily ritual), the Master gave me the tea. He escorted me to the dungeon where I was chained to the X cross while he observed the effects of the drug and took notes. Marc, the Masters other slave was instructed to suck my cock and bring me to erection. Marc crawled in front of me and on his knees began to work on my tool. Pretty soon I felt my cock growing. Marc's expert manipulations soon had my cock rock hard, and the Master sat watching my face. I felt strange, my head a bit light as the drug began to take effect. My cock grew harder with each passing moment, and seemed to throb and pulsate in ways I had never experienced before. Marc continued to lick and suck, his hot toungue alternating between my hard cock and hanging balls. He took my cock deep into his throat, and massaged it aggressively. Even as my pleasure mounted I did not feel a need to cum. And then suddenly it overtook me in a wave of convulsion like pleasure, my cock exploded into Marc's mouth with a violence that knocked his head back an inch or two. He faught frantically to catch my cascading cum, as my balls literaly turned themselves out unloading my pent up jism. He knew that to waste a drop of my cum would mean immediate and severe punishment from the Master. The orgasm was so intense that I nearly fainted from the pleasure, the chains binding my wrist holding me up, as my knees gave way. But then an amazing thing happened, my cock stayed rock hard, as if the blood refused to receed from it. The Master smiled and motioned for Marc to continue to suck. Several hours latter I was in pain. My balls had given all they had, and yet Marc was still bringing me to bone wracking orgasms. Poor Marc's lips were chapped and bruised from the constand sucking. The Master rose from his seat and got on his knees behind Marc, freeing his massive cock from its leather pouch, he pushed it up Marcs asshole, without as much as a hand of spit to lubricate his ass, Marc groaned, but continued to suck my cock. The Master reached up and pinched my nipples as he savagely plowed into Marc's tight asshole. The Master knew that this would excite me even more, and it just added to my torture. The Master came two times before I could finally feel my cock begin to soften. My cock was red and raw, and I was exhausted from the experience. The Master laughed as he pulled up his pants. "Well boys, I'm going to remix that stuff. It will be invaluable in your training. You must learn to take it long and hard from the Master, and you have to be able to keep it up!" He laughed again, slapped Marc's ass, and walked up the dungeon stairs and into the house. Marc and I looked at each other. We knew what this meant. Our Master was the best top on the West Coast. He is known for being able to fuck a good bottom for hours without rest. Each of us had on occassion been fucked until our asses bled. With this new drug, the Master would no doubt be prepared to avbuse our bodies even more. We smiled... . . Today was toy day. One day out of the week the Master reserved for his toys. He had spent years collecting and refining his collection of toys. The Masters toy collection ranged from the stock, "Le Sexxe Shoppe," butt plug, to custom toys manufactured to his specifications by European craftsmen skilled from years of developing the kink aparatus of some of the finest houses in Europe. The Master's taste ranged from the simple - to the sublime. And I was his testing aparatus. Some of the Masters toys were so evil, so sadistic {hat even he could not bring himself to use them. Perhaps in an orgy of self indulgence he might choose to use them on someone elses slave one day, but not on me. I was the Masters prize possession, his ultimate toy. He had spent years training me. He had spent years developing my oral talents to the point where he got top dollar from other Masters when he, "rented me out," to them for an evenings pleasure. He had put months and thousands of dollars on special apparatus, excercises and even surgery, to insure that my asshole was perfectly sized and toned for his pleasure. My nipples had been pierced and enlarged for his pleasure. I was a, "masterpiece in working," the Master called me. I was being molded into the perfect instrument of his pleasure. While the Master in his mercy chose not to use some of the more sadistic instruments of torture on me, (for example, the Master had a fully functional branding iron), I had no objection to anything the Master gained pleasure from, as long as it did not kill me or leave me permanently scarred or disabled. To leave me in such a condition would mean I would not be able to serve the Master again, and this I knew was contrary to the Masters wishes. Rather than a brand, I had my Masters signet tatooed to the inside of my right thigh and on my left buttock. Today...Ah toy day! What delicious pleasures did the Master have in store for me. I was in the dungeon tied to a small whipping bench, , my legs spread and chained to the legs of the bench. A vibrating cock sheath was attached to my cock slowly and methodically milking it. The device was attached to a force feed pump that accepted my cum into a small container and then at timed intervals shot the contents of the container through a small hose that was attached to a dildoe gag buckled into my mouth. The gag was part of a discipline helmet of soft rubber, that fit my head and face like a glove. The helmet was fitted with the hollow dildoe, and two nostril holes. There were no eye or ear holes, and so I had no way of seeing or hearing anything arround me. My wrist were buckled to the front legs of the whipping bench. With the helmet on I soon lost all track of time, and thus was caught by surprise each time the rubber cock exploded its load into my mouth. Since I had been in this position for hours the load I recieved into my mouth was often piss rather than cum! I had just swallowed another load of my own cum when I felt the sudden sting of My Masters cat on my naked ass. The shock and pleasure of my Masters touch made me cum again, exploding another weak load of my almost exhausted sperm into the container as the pump was still going. The pleasure was intense, feeling the cum go from my body and back as my Master's whip exploded accross my helpless ass. The Master must have noticed my convulsions, for he responded by shoving the entire length of his rock hard warm cock deep into my bowels. The pleasure was all I could take and I passed out as he almost immediately shot his load deep into my body. . When I came to I was suspended upside down on the Masters X cross. The first thing to wake me was a warm wet feeling on my face, and then the pain came. I awoke to a hot stream of the Masters piss splattering accross my now uncovered face. The Master had trained himself to piss long and hard, and the hot salty piss covered my face, stinging my eyes and choking me as it ran down my nose and into my throat. But the real pain came from my gut, and as I came to I realized what the Master was doing to me. This was one of his favorite torture devices. The X cross was rigged with an enema bag suspended from a hook directly above it. At the moment I came to the last of a warm three quart enema was leaking into my distended bowels. The Master gave the best enemas going. He mixed scotch, water and a special herbal drug he had gotten on one of his trips to South America. The effect of the enema was to give you a very intense high while cleaning you out. I could feel the pain of my distended bowels, and yet at the same time I could feel the hellish concoction begin to work its magic on my body. My cock was hard as a rock, and the Master began to stroke it gently with his leather gloved hand as he slowly pushed his own cock into my helpless mouth, which was positioned perfectly for his pelfic intrussion. I sucked eagerly as he slowly fucked my face. He continued to rub my cock and occassionaly my swollen belly. I felt an intense need to shit, but my cock continued to get harder with the Masters manipulations. Occassionaly he would take it into his mouth and gently suck or bite it, as he continued to fuck my face. I always knew when the Master was about to cum. His cock head would actually swell a little before he exploded, and I could feel it swelling now. He pumped my face faster and faster. Finaly he bit down savagely on my cock almost drawing blood. At the same time he shoved his entire 10 inches deep into my throat and exploded a huge firey ball of cum deep into my gut. I swallowed hard. My own cum exploded from my cock, all over the Masters gloved hand and running down his thick muscualr arm. The Master continued to pump my cock until every last drow of my cum was expelled. He looked down at me a grin on his face. "Did you enjoy that slave?" He asked. I nodded my head as best I could in this position. "Good," he smiled. He wiped my cum all over my face. " I'm going to let you down now Slave," he said. I want you to go and do your buisness. I want you nice and clean for our guest. Several other Masters will be visiting me tonight, and you are their entertainment. You will please them as you please me, or you will pay dearly. Do you understand?" I nodded my head again. A few hours latter I was on my knees in the middle of a circle of the Master's special guest. One had his 12 inch cock burried deep in my ass, while I alternated sucking three others. I did the Master proud that Toy day. By morning my ass was a bloody mess, my body covered with blood, cum and piss from the assembly of Masters whips and cocks. My Master sat on his throne and watched me with pride. When they had all spent their last drop of cum, and went their seperate ways; the Master kissed me on the lips gently and told me he loved me, before strapping me to the whipping bench for a fitful days sleep... . It had been some time since I had seen the Master. He had been gone away on business for some time, and I was horny as hell in anticipation of his return. He had cabled me from Paris informing me of his arrival the next day. I busied myself all day cleaning the house and preparing for the Masters return. The Master had affixed a chastity belt to my cock before he left. The belt consisted of a thick leather sheath covering my cock from base to stem, at its base was a ring, keeping my cock in a constant state of semi erection. The sheath was lined with warm fur, but costructed of very thick leather, preventing me from having any sensation to my cock, but with a hole in the end allowing me to urinate. Straped into my mouth was a huge dildo gag with a straw attached that allowed me to, "drink," my meals. My meals consisted of a frozen, "protein," drink. This devilish concoction was a mixture of my Masters frozen cum and assorted fruit juices and supliments. I would thaw out my meal three times a day and drink it, savoring the taste of my Masters cum cocktail. The gag was secured to my face by a buckle and padlock, as was the chastity belt. I cleaned the house naked, dressed only in the sexy french apron the Master had purchased for me on his last European venture. Finaly the time came. The Master was at the airport and comming Home I followed the Masters instructions. Put on his favorite collar and took my position on my knees at the front door. It seemed like it took forever for the Master to arrive from the airport. When I heard his key in the lock, my heart raced. What new toys and tortures wouldd the Master have in store for me after this latest trip...
I had no idea what the Master might be bringing back from this trip. While other Masters contented themselves with cock rings, bondage straps and slings, my Masters dungeon held breathing control discipline helmets, cathertar tubes, bondage tables, x crosses, branding and tatooing aparatus, submersion tanks, a human toilett aparatus, anal probes and other devices of delicious torture. Now I waited the Masters return. I was on my knees and waiting by the door when he walked in. He was stunning in his three piece business suit, and carrying the Gucci attache case I had bought him last christmas. He stepped into the door, sat down the case and approached me. Taking my chin in his hand he gently squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. With his other hand he unzipped his fly and removed his massive cock. It was limp as it touched my lips. I knew that after the long trip, my Master wanted to go, and he did; pissing a long hot acidic stream into my open mouth. I took every drop, not daring to waste any of his precious nectar. He finished, and after smearing the final drops accross my face he motioned for me to bring the bags in from the porch. I waited respectfully until he had strolled into the house before rising, putting on my robe and going out to retrieve his bags. After serving the Master his dinner and gently sucking his cock beneath the table while he ate, I cleaned the dishes from the table and retired to the dungeon, as was my custom each evening. I waited on my knees until I heard the Masters boot heels clicking down the concrete stairs of the dungeon. The Master stolled into the dungeon and up to where I was kneeling. He held a small box, which he dropped to the floor. I opened the box, inside were four gold rings and a long sharp needle. "Slave," he said to me, speaking the first words of the evening. "Do you love me?" I nodded my head. "Yes Master, you know i do," I replied. "These rings are a testament to that Love," he said. Tommorow I will pierce you. Two of the rings will go in your balls, and one in each nipple. They will remind you every day that you belong to me. They will remind you every day of the Love your Master has for you. Will you wear these rings for me slave?" I looked at the rings, and thought of the pain and the delicious humiliation of wearing them, and shook my head yes, a tear rolling down my face. And the Master made love to me that night. Not fucked me, he made love to me. He was gentle and loving, and as his cum shoot deep into my bowels I felt myself explode all over the satin sheets of his bed. And for the first time in my life, I slept IN the Masters bed! .