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The alarm went off, waking me from my sleep. I looked at the time 5.30 am. Why did I set it to go off so early I thought, and as my hand went down to give my dick a tug the plastic covering reminded me.
Yesterday morning I had left the flat, as Paul Francis, 45 year old single gay man, when I returned home I was Paul property of Edward Martins, 45 year old slave. Initially I began to think if i could get out of my situation, Surely I could just not turn up to the office, I knew enough friends who were into chastity , who would find me a way out of the cage without having to get Master to unlock.
I realised the fact I was calling him Master, suggested that I was accepting my slave status. I went to rub my neck, and encountered the collar that Scott the recruitment agent had placed around it when I was sucking him off.as i fingered it i felt the tip of my dick rub against the cage as it got excited about my position.
I lay there, and thought to myself. Ok Paul You are a slave. Edward Martins property. A signed contract that obliges me to obey. I then remembered I had to be in the office by 7.30 That's why i set the alarm
I looked at my iphone. There were four messages from a withheld number
Morning slave, I hope you slept well. After your introductory day, your proper day of employment begins. I will be less tolerant of not following orders. Before you shower drink three pints of water.
If you need to piss, do so into a pint glass, and decant that into a clear plastic drinking bottle, Bring that to work, if you are thirsty on the tube drink from it, but make sure you have at least a third of a pint left when you arrive
Once drunk , shower, cold water only, make sure that everything is clean, that arse of yuors may get used at any time.
Do not eat anything, Come to work in your slobbiest clothes, - dirty jeans, jogging bottoms, cum stained t shirt, I'll leave exactly what to you., Oh yes no underwear. No underwear until I say so. Remember 7.30 in the office.
I left the bedroom, entered the bathroom, and turned on the shower. This was my usual routine as I liked to get the water at a nice warm temperature. I realised the futility of the exercise but let the cold water run anyway. After struggling to down three pints of water I tentatively put half my body under the stream of water. It was really cold, and I screamed. How teh fuck was I to get clean if I couldnt even bear 5 seconds of the icy blast of water. Somehow through sheer will power and understanding that I had to obey Master I managed to stay under the water for ten minutes washing everything , well almost everything my dick was at the moment off limits. As I stuck my fingers in my arse to make sure it was clean I felt a twinge of excitement. I desperately wanted to wank
II warmed myself up with the friction of my towel against my skin. Suddenly I needed to piss. I rushed to the kitchen, I grabbed a pint jug and aimed my enclosed dick into it. It quickly filled up, a gold amber liquid. I left it there whilst i considered what to wear. There was a pair of stinky football socks, not that I ever played football but i used them at the gym. It must have been wearing them for at least two weeks. I put them to my nose . Yep they were ripe. There was also a sweaty baggy vest that I wore when doing gym class, left in the corner damp with sweat after a rather strenuous HIIT class,, Trousers. I decided on a baggy pair of jogging pants with a hole in the crotch. They were also badly stained having been used as a come towel the previous week when I'd managed to take home Turks from north London. It was a walking cum rag. I decanted the piss into an Evian bottle, which I had to drink first before the piss could go in.
The tube journey into Central London was about twenty minutes. I looked exceedingly different to the smart office worker that I tried to be yesterday, and one poor woman gagged as i lifted my arm to hold on the bar. The shame of this was cancelled out by a dark haired beast of a man, who was almost building out of his trousers who was sitting right next to where i was standing. I could see him visibly play with himself as he looked at me, taking an over exaggerated breath and licking his lips.
That never happened when I dressed as Mr Conservative office worker.
I eventually made it to the office, 7.25, , John, Phil and the others were already there kneeling, waiting for Master to arrive,