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_____________________________________________________________________ Chapter 9
Overnight bitch and His owner had discussed the future further Master R explained the extent of "the rest of your life". Body, mind, soul, life outside of work, clothing, diet, finances. Any damn thing Master R wants, and this bitch slave begged Him to take it all, willingly surrendered all to Master R, and felt grateful to be permitted to do so. it knows that pretty much everything beyond oxygen is a privilege to be grated or taken away by Master R.
This morning was the first morning under the new dispensation. As soon as it awoke it dutifully begged permission to toilet and exercise. it could see Master R had seen the message indicating it sought permission to address Him. Master R went offline leaving it kneeling, waiting for permission to beg to be permitted to toilet, to beg for permission to take its exercise, waiting for permission to carry out its daily task. Finally, Master R asks what it wants and permission is granted for elimination and exercise.
The weather is not kind, it is cool, a little light rain is falling and there is a strong wind coming off the land as bitch makes its way to the beach by way of the town. The rain is enough to keep the shorts wet and the cold is enough to stop its uncaged genitals from swelling to full size despite being aroused by thoughts of its new arrangement and how amazing Master R is.
Indecently exposed before the Indian Ocean it had planned its first task of the day but there have been some changes since its last visit and so, as it approached the beach it was greeted by security cameras atop poles, and several campervans in the carpark where before they would have been moved on. Since there were already signs of life bitch moved on to the beach itself and stripped naked before posing for Master R. it took some time and several attempts to get a decently exposed shot (lol) that showed both slave and situation to justify the title for the task. Task completed, it got dressed again and went back towards the car park in pursuit of a mobile-phone signal to send proof of task to Master R. He was online and complained of the poor quality of lighting and image, demanding bitch get naked again. Nervously, bitch stripped completely naked again, this time in sight of the carpark and took a series of photos, moving ever close to the lights in the car park until Master R was satisfied with the lighting and dismissed His slave, going offline without acknowledging bitch's request for clothing.
Compelled to obey, knowing any thoughts it had of personal modesty were mere delusions, bitch resumed its walk knowing it could not now hear from Master R until it reached the top of the dunes where it could pass the other end of the village. The impending dawn brought with it light. And clusters of 4x4s disgorging clusters of men onto the beach fishing despite the conditions. The first group were just setting up and paid it no heed as it walked past. Besides, it reasoned with itself, if it couldn't make out what they were wearing they could not discern that it was wearing nothing. It would hardly be their first assumption. it skirted the second group by going behind them since they were down in the breakers casting, bitch left their truck between them and any potential offence its exposure might cause them. And, it conceded to itself, diminishes the potential for a humiliating encounter.
By the time it reached the third group it was light enough that they could see both nakedness and neckwear long before evasive action was an option. A few choice comments were thrown its way about being a fucking faggot pervert. Having been chastised by Master R before for failing to do so, it thanked them for their comments but they were more interested in their 6am beer and casting into the surf and retreating before a wave dumped them so it passed between them and their Jeep burning with humiliation but with no further harm to anyone.
Ultimately bitch reached its turnoff on the beach and made its way into and onto the dunes, reaching the top just as the sum popped above the Eastern horizon creating a beautiful vista which bitch shared with Master R and bitch was pleased to discover Master R appreciated the beautiful scene. Master R denied His slave's request for clothing at this point, noting that the houses were so distant and His slave so insignificant that its nudity was of no matter and so bitch continued for another half an hour walking naked until it reached the golf course at which point it was ordered to put its shorts back on, but nothing more until it was back indoors and no longer alone.
Immersing its insignificant genitals into a glass of ice Later in the afternoon when my companions had settled down for an afternoon nap, reading or whatever quiet activity and bitch had finished cleaning up in the kitchen it half-filled a pint glass with ice, and added some salt and water. it took the concoction, along with a second glass of ice, to its bedroom where neither man nor beast would disturb it for a while and removed the clothing which masked its true nature as a slave, Master R's slave, completing the image donning its pink collar as it knelt on the floor. Placing the glass on a towel to protect the floor it rose upon its knees and lowered its genitals into the glass. its turgid member was masquerading as a man-cock and as it plunged into the water the level rose so that as bitch immersed its balls in the frigid liquid a little spilled out but nothing that the towel couldn't handle. And it waited. And knelt. And hoped that Master R would be pleased or amused by His slave's suffering. And contemplated what Master R might do or order it to do with His new realms of power.
After about 5 minutes everything was shrivelled up and the water level had receded a bit so bitch withdrew momentarily to top up the glass with more ice before pushing its diminished danglers back into their freezing bath. around the fifteen-minute mark all the ice had melted and when it withdrew from the glass the skin had a mottled pink and orange appearance. bitch's penis had withdrawn within the foreskin to the point that its one-and-a-half-inch length was fifty percent shrivelled foreskin and the almost hard skin of its scrotum was empty, testicles having retreated completely. The whole effect along with the smooth-shaved skin was to make bitch's crotch look like a ten-year-old boy's.
it took some photos for Master R's amusement and edited the video to a minute or so to prove that it had completed the task, retaining the evidence to forward at a time of Master R's convenience and returned to quiet time with companions.
After everyone had gone to bed it was time for I-task number 3. I is for inserting a beer-bottle There was no shortage of beer bottles to select from in a variety of brands, colours, and shapes and one of the longnecks (could have been Cooper's) was pulled from the recycling. In the absence of lube, bitch spat on its fingers to lube its hole and slobbered liberally on the neck of the beer bottle before placing it on the floor and lowering itself until the bottle pushed in. Like the slut it is it kept sliding down the bottle opening its cunt wider as the neck flared but once it reached the shoulder of the bottle it was not going any further. Evidentiary pictures taken and sent to Master R along with the pics and clips from the ice immersion.
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