Chapter 15 - 17 months as a slave
I recovered fully from the party after a few bloody bowel movements and my back was healed but had scar makes (that are faded now but still there years later).
Over the next 16 months after the party, I had a myriad of sexual experiences of which I will summarize some of the more memorable ones here. For the most part, I settled into a routine of giving blow jobs or getting fucked in my Master's downtown Chicago office one or two times a week and on occasion He had another buddy stop by and I would blow or get fucked my him as well. Usually with one slamming my ass while the l other jabbed his cock down my throat. My ass got pretty loose and cum would often leak right out onto my underwear after leaving the office.
On more than one occasion Patricia would be in His office doing some work while I was getting pegged and She just went about her business like it was no big deal other than maybe a quick encouragement like "take all that big dick cumslut, good boi."
I also attended another dozen or so of His "house parties." They were very similar to my evening detailed in the previous chapters and varied from 40 to up to 80 people. A few times they had a more bukake like session where all of the guys would cum into a big bowl and either I or pwc blonde girl slave would have to drink it all. The crowd even chanted "cumslut, cumslut, cumslut!" like I was a frat boy chugging a beer one time.
Piss boi and pwc slave were both at most of the parties and last two parties another slave girl joined as well, she was a buxom, brunette with big fake boobs and fake lips that was in her early 30s and loved being a complete nasty whore including lots of vocalization of her depravity. Master filmed many scenes with us getting used and abused. I would have objected but I was a slave with no rights and wasn't going to ask for a beatdown.
On occasion I got to talk to pwc slave and asked her how she was doing and she would say something like "hanging on and taking as much cock as possible." She would get fucked by over 25 men at each party. Master modified her too with tattoos on each breast of the queen of spades to match her other one. He put a tramp stamp on the back that was a black power ribbon and also had one above her pussy that said "slut whore cunt for BBC" and it had an arrow pointing to her pussy. Worse yet they branded her ass with some symbol that I did not recognize but it was raised and always looked like it had never fully healed. He had a tattoo of Malcom X put in one of her armpits even (I have no idea why there) and a few more random tats. He also had her nipples pierced and her clit pierced and had them all connected with chains. She was still a beautiful woman but now she looked trashy and whorish and that was Master's goal.
Jamal continued to whore me out and found online sites worked well too to find clients. On occasion he would rent out a hotel room and I would service several in a few hours usually in red lingiere as most of my clients at hotels preferred me as a sissy slut.
I had to go to a few outcall house visits and one time there was 3 guys there and I was expecting one. They beat the shit out of me with punches and kicks and didn't fuck me at all. They called me "gay faggot" and "stupid white cocksucker" and more. They shoved a 40 ounce bottle up my ass and kicked me out beaten and naked. I never brought my phone, wallet, id or keys and always parked a block away - so I had to get to my car and drive myself to the hospital to have my broken ribs tended to. Apparantly after that time my Master was pissed at Jamal for shitty screening and for taking me be out of play for a few weeks.
Master did not hesitate to beat and punish me in creative ways when I was late or displeased Him in any fashion. He would sit me in the tub and alternate between scalding hot water and pitchers of water with ice cubes being dumped over me head. Or having me hold in and enema or pee until I had an "accident" and pushing my face in it. He had my hold a butt plug in for so long and then beat me until it fell out. He used all of the normal bdsm instruments of torture including paddles, canes, crops, floggers, and electric wands. He also liked to get creative and beat me with a big fish or shove an eggplant up my ass. He was verbally ruthless and cruel. In spite of all this, I started to worship Him like a real Master and was eager to please Him and felt shame when I disappointed Him.
The most disgusting punishment was when I didn't earn well one day. He and Jamal's had me get in the back of the van and had me put on slutty booty shorts and a t-shirt that said "I ❤️ BBC." They drove to a blown out area with a bunch of homeless guys and Master said "here is your mission, go blow one or more of these guys and get one to cum in your mouth but don't swallow it and come back here and show Us the cum." I didn't think my Master could still shock me but this did set me back. I went out of the car and got on my knees as asked to blow one and he moved away - I was rejected by a homeless guy. I started to suck another one that I convinced and his cock was disgusting and cheesy smelling. After 10 minutes I could tell he wasn't going to cum. I looked back and Master and Jamal were laughing and high-fiving each other over my pain. I finally found one that was not as disgusting and had a nice big cock too. I got him to shoot his wad into my mouth and ran over to the van. Master let me in and said "good slave, now gargle it the entire ride back and we get there swallow it. Shit you are such a nasty cumslut. I cannot understand how you can let yourself be so nasty and low. I should get you a new t-shirt that says `I heart homeless BBC.'" Both Master and Jamal laughed and I had to swallow his salty load 10 minutes later when we finally got back.
Even when I was away from Him on vacations. I started to crave cock and would occasionally find a guy in a steam room or somewhere to blow, ideally a Black man but that wasn't always available. I did it voluntarily even - my Master had turned me into a complete cumslut.
I didn't have an exact count but I was pretty sure I had at least 150 client encounters and was well above my quota to getting my Master to break even. He would say I was a "decent earner" but no match for a real woman like "prissy white cunt." Finally, He said "faggot slave, your service to me is almost done. In 10 days I have a Friday night overnight last mission for you and if you go then your service to Me as My slave is over. That will be it, what do You say slave?" I said "Thank You Master" and I was so excited that this ordeal would be over in less than 2 weeks. Yet little did I know that my last session with Him would me the most traumatic of all.