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Serving Master Rock (Part 3)
I arrived in Master Rock's house on Friday evening, less than 24 hours ago. Since then I have be fed the piss of two men and recycled my own piss into an enema for edge play. I have a cold morning enema and had my dick pierced. I've had my ass stuffed most of this time with six large anal beads or a three tier Christmas tree type butt plug.
My Master left me for a few hours with his doctor friend, Master Pierce, who took great pleasure in strapping me down and piercing my cock, attaching Prince Albert ring. When my Master returned, he released me from the dog bed closet and kissed me for the first time. I sincerely believe that he feels attachment toward me as his boi and servant because my body has been pierced with his brand. Forever, my body will be marked and everyone who ever sees me naked will know I am his.
I was quite hungry when he returned home. He led me upstairs for the first time since I arrived. I had to let my eyes adjust to the natural sun light coming through the windows. He put me on a down/stay command next to his kitchen island. He began to speak with authority laying out the ground rules:
"You have a submissive nature, so you know it is only right that I take control of your body and train you to be whatever I desire you to be. That will require very hard work and concentration on your part. It will include proper diet and exercise. I am an excellent cook, but I will train you to prepare some meals for me and my friends. Tonight, I will cook and you will observe and learn from me. A good boi is always attentive to his Master."
As he prepared an elegant meal, laying out two plates with beautifully displayed presentation, he set one setting at the table. He put his plate on the table, then he took my plate of food, dumped it into a food processor and opened the fridge. He took out my vile of cum from last night and poured it over my food. Then, he unzipped his jeans and pissed in my food. He puréed my meal, dumped it into my dog bowl on the floor, and set it at his feet by the table. He stepped out of his jeans, and told me to suck the remaining piss droplets from his dick. He was instantly hard, but he would not let me bring him to orgasm. "I'm saving this load for a special night of training you boi."
He ate first, then told me to graciously eat my dinner. I was becoming used to the taste of piss and cum in my food. Even though it was mashed together, it had his scent and I welcomed his gift of nourishment. He is right. I am submissive and I am pleased to be under his control. I eat, sleep, shit, piss, and cum when he wants me to. I really am his boi.
He untied my leash just long enough for me to clean his kitchen and do the dishes. His house is immaculate and I was told it would be my job when I was here to keep it clean, as well as keep my body totally shaved and ready for his use at all times. He told me he would keep me here until Monday morning, when I could return to work. Then I was to begin the process having my income directly deposited into his account. He would pay my rent for three more months and give me enough cash for what I needed for the next three months. I was to return to him every Wednesday for Poker night, and I was to be his dog every weekend from Friday evening until Monday morning. At the end of three months, I would either move in with him forever, or never see him again. "You agreed to that in the contract boi. Do you regret it?"
"No sir!", I nearly shouted! I have no regrets. My cock head was aching from its recent piercing and tight bandage. My ass was full of anal beads, but I was twitching at the thought of what he might do to me tonight with his cock and load of cum.
"Before I use you tonight boi, you must maintain a vigorous exercise routine. I will give you workouts to keep your body in the form that is pleasing to me, but to keep you fit enough to serve me both physically and sexually. We'll begin with some weights. Back to the basement, boi."
He led me to a large workout room at the other end of the basement. It was a well equipped gym, but it also had various benches and toys used for sexual purposes, much like his "playroom" dungeon where I was pierced. He pulled the string of my anal beads and removed three of the six. He attached a 20 pound weight to the anal beads, and told me I would practice three sets of 15 squats, lifting the weight with my asshole clenched to the beads. If I lost any of the three beads by the end of the third set, I would be punished. The more beads I released, the more severe the punishment would be. He stripped of his shirt, and demonstrated the squat movement. "Okay boi, count out loud. The first 15, go!"
As I began to rise from the floor, I felt my ass clench tight to hold the 20 pounds. My first three seems okay, but then I realized that my sphincter was tiring quickly and I doubted my ability to hold the three anal beads for all 15 squats. As I counted, "...fourteen, ...fifteen", I relaxed prematurely and dropped one bead.
My master smiled smugly and said, "Oh, that will cost you!" After only a few seconds rest, he told me to begin set two. By the end of the third set, my anus exhausted, my whole body soaked with sweat, I had dropped all three anal beads. He laughed out loud and said, "Boi, I'm going to enjoy this. You better brace yourself for a long night!"
He spanked me hard 45 times, as I counted each slap and whimpered, one for each squat that I failed to do properly to please him. He promised me the next time I did squats, I would have to take a 25 pound weight. My first punishment (for the spanking did not count as punishment) would involve a set of tit clamps with elastics that attached to the floor. I was to do 50 push ups, on full extention, they would rip at my tits, and only lesson on the down motions. "Begin!"
"OOOOOOOOOOwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeee!" I cried after one push up.
"Shut up, boi, and take it like the miserable slave that you are!"
To be continued.
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