I entered my flat a day of service meant I was smelling of piss and vomit, my phone went off. A message from Master .
Home? So send me a photo of yourself, i want to see how much of a pig you were today.
I stood in front of a mirror, my suit covered with piss and vomit. Took a photo and sent it.
Good slave. Of course that creates a quandary where it comes to Clause 15.
Slaves will be expected to eat any vomit as a result of gagging on Masters dick
By all accounts you rather enjoyed eating the contents of your stomach, Punishment is no fun if the slave enjoys the experience, will need to think of a separate sub clause especially for you.
You will spend the rest of the evening dressed like that, and it goes without saying you will also sleep like that. No need to visit the bathroom for any reason. Just make sure that you are clean and fresh when you come in the office tomorrow
In the last two months I had accepted that unquestioning obedience
was essential as part of my service, but that last instruction made me almost weep. I dreaded having to report to the office in the same clothes two days running. My sleep that night was uncomfortable, I had followed Masters' instructions to the letter the clothes I had on when I came home from serving Matthew Oaks stayed on, including my shoes. Waking up twice knowing I had to piss, but just lying there as it seeped through my clothes into my mattress, it was a relief that I hadn't had the urge to shit.
The next morning all six of us were eating our breakfast, dried dog food, wondering what lay in store for us. Master was dressed in leather, a tight leather pants, knee length boots and a tight fighting blue short sleeved leather shirt
All of you , stand, and strip. We all stood up, a rare occurrence when in Master's presence, and began to undress. Before long we were all naked, save for our chastity cages, and where worn a leather collar round our necks.
He sat down, pointed at John - foot rest.
John crawled over and adopting a yoga like child's pose turned himself into a foot rest for the Master.
Master sat there for five minutes scanning the room slowly, looking at each of us in turn, I noticed him digging the heels of his boots into John's back. The pain of this could be seen in John's face, but not a single sound could be heard.
He then removed his feet, and placing them on the side of John's rib cage gave a forceful push, making John roll across the floor toward his slaves. Within seconds of coming to a stop John had joined us, standing , arms behind his back looking forwards, waiting .
We waited for what seemed like ages as the Master surveyed us, looking at each of us in turn scanning our bodies from the head to toe. He then got up and began to physically inspect us.
He moved his hands all over my body first my torso rubbing my chest muscles, then my stomach highlighting the fact that I was in dad bod territory.
Lift your left arm, Now your right Bend over, Stretch that hole. I grabbed my buttocks and exposed my hole to him. I felt a gloved finger probe. Hands down , I could now feel him stretching my hole wide open, and then a spit Stand straight
I felt my balls being played with, then my cage was suddenly off. Retract that foreskin. His hands were now inspecting an area that had more or less been locked away for two months, other than the occasional milking session.
His hands then went down my legs, I could feel his hands along the inside of my thighs and then my calves,
Show me your feet , I lifted each foot in turn, making sure that the lack of a sense of balance did not send me toppling. He then drew a finger along the small of my back to the nape of my neck. We were now facing each other directly, as much as I could look at a Man who was six inches taller than me directly. I was looking into his chest .
Look up Open your mouth The gloved hand now probed my mouth, carefully inspecting each tooth. The gloved hand withdrew, replaced by a huge glob of spit.
Close, and kneel He repeated this livestock inspection with the remaining slaves, taking pleasure when inspecting Phil to bite on his nipples, tears welled in his eyes as he suppressed a scream.
Finally we were all kneeling.
Stand
He then began to undress. He first loosened his leather tie, then slowly opened the press studs on his shirt exposing a muscular chest covered with a luxurious coating of hair, removing the shirt completely exposed a thick treasure trail of hair leading down beneath his waist. He removed his boots, and then his trousers.
I looked around I gathered from the look on their faces that none of the slaves had seen Master like this before, or at least not in such a public manner, as I knew that Kurt and Eric had on occasions been called to spend the night with him
Ok slaves . Look at me. What do you see?
No need to answer. You see a superior specimen of Manhood, The chest, the biceps, these buttocks, this perfectly formed cock, and of course all this body hair. As he said this he moved his hands through the mat of hair that covered his upper torso.
Slaves with hair seem wrong, so I've decided that I want all of your hair gone, from the tiny ones on your toes, to the thatch on your head. The only bit I will allow to remain are eyelashes.
Body wise I had very little hair, but I had a thick head of the stuff and a beard, Richard had a hair amount of grey fuzz on his chest, and Richard had a pony tail . All three of us were considering the change that Master decision would have on us
As we considered this Master walked to Phil's desk, and picked up a pair of scissors. He handed them to Eric.
He then started to dress. Richard approach Eric, and kneel. Richard moved over to Eric and knelt knowing what was coming.
Eric get rid of that ponytail. Eric took Richards pony tail in one hand, and in the other he opened the scissors, in a matter of seconds, the pony tail was no more.
I want you all dressed and downstairs in ten minutes.
With three minutes to go we all went into the lift we had not said a word and had no idea what was happening next. As we entered I heard Shaun's voice. My all six slaves together. I should have you all fighting to get the taste of my piss. That's an idea I'll have to bring it up with Ed.
Master was waiting for us at reception. Ok follow me, he led us out of the office down the streets of Soho into an old fashioned barber.
As we all filed in he locked the door behind us, turning the sign to closed, and pulled down the blind.
Inside there were three barbers waiting, mid thirty bearded types, short sleeve shirts and tattooed biceps.
Richard, Eric, John You first .
All the hair off please gentlemen every single hair. The buzz of the shavers sent a shiver down my back, the noise was an indication of Masters control, and my owned state. I watched as the clippers worked their way through the slaves heads, revealing their scalps. Don't forget the eyebrows, said Master.
All three slaves were soon almost totally bald, but to make sure I watched as the barbers almost in unison applied shaving foam to the scalps , and with a cut throat razor removed any semblance of hair that remained.
Master then instructed the newly bald slaves to sweep the floors, reminding them of their sacrifice. Before long Phil, Kurt and I were equally bald, the removal of our felt worse me as I had been growing a beard for the last decade and more. As I swept my former locks I noticed my barber giving me a look, his hands down his trousers tugging at his dick.
Once the floor was swept clean Master instructed us to thank our barbers
Each one of them sat in his chair, his trousers slipped down towards his ankles waiting for their dicks to be worshipped by the two men whose hair he had removed.
I was sharing with Phil, our worship was synchronised working from the base to the tip we slowly licked our barber's dick, each upwards journey culminating in one of us swallowing the dick back down to the base, just as we sense that he was about to come we stopped and took one of his ball in his mouth slowly revolving it in our mouths, before repeating our adoration of the shaft, until finally he could restrain himself no longer and a stream on cum , landed on my nw bald head, Without any instruction Phil bent over and licked me clean. Once all three barbers had shot their load Master thanked them.
Turning to us he addressed us curtly
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