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Friday evening approached, for the last five years, it had meant dinner with two of my closest friends, Rob and John, they'd been together for years, monogamous and rather vanilla, so I wasn't planning on blurting out how i had gone from having a hot crush on a bloke called Darren, to moving in with him in a matter of weeks.
At 4 pm Master Darren told me to start getting ready, i could wear what i wanted.
`Remember it's your evening off, when you leave you will be Thomas again for a few hours. But first a decision must be made punishment now - twenty whacks, or on your return - 30 whacks"
I briefly thought about, and couldn't quite face sitting on a wooden chair all evening with an arse sore from a beating.
"Afterwards Master"
"Go get showered, and dressed" He handed me a key - that to unlock that chain It's back on as soon as you return.
I was starting to think that i'd never get used to having a cold shower, i longed to feel hot water one me as i washed the creamy soap suds off my body, would i ever get that pleasure again. After drying it was time to get dressed.
When Master Darren brought me to my own life , he made it clear that for the most part i would either be naked or dressed smartly, as a result there were only a few items of clothing which fell into a more casual category, a couple of jeans, and a few short sleeved shirts. It suddenly occurred to me.
I am Master Darren's slave, whether or not people know this or not.
I got dressed and entered the living room. Master Darren looked up and smiled.
He indicted i should move closer.
He stood up and inspected me.
Explain?
"Master, there is no escaping the fact that You are my Master, as such i should obey your orders at all times. This is the form of clothing you have said i should wear, to do otherwise tonight would feel disrespectful" i then handed him the key to my chain and opened my shirt to expose the attached lock.
"Hopefully i will be confident enough to wear it openly when not in your presence,
Tommy Boy, You've made me so happy . Thank You, Now head out and enjoy.
Met Rob and John. Their first question "SO how's Darren, made a move yet?"
I laughed, and ordered my food. As much as i liked them at this moment in time i wanted to be back in my Master's company worshipping his feet, or carry out whichever task he had left with me. Throughout the first two courses i tried to divert their questioning about my news by asking them to update me on theirs.
I got up to go to the toilet before ordering desert. I decided to send Master Darren a text, so popped outside,
"Thank You Master"
It was then that i spotted Neal from the cafe on Wednesday morning, smoking a cigar, besides him an older man, with a heavy chain around his neck - a chain that unmistakingly declared that he was a slave. Neal removed the cigar from his mouth and bent down towards the slave, who opened his mouth, Neal immediately deposited a lump of phlegm inside.
On going back inside, instead of returning to the dining table i went back to the bathroom, readjusted my outfit, my chain with it's lock now fully on display. I took a selfie and sent it to Master Darren.
I returned to Rob and John and sat down.
Ok what's for pudding?
The waiter came and cleared the desert plates away,
"So `- I said "Ask"
Rob and John looked at each other shrugged.
`Fuck sake, it means; I'm now a slave, Darren , Master Darren's slave, i've stopped working and have moved in with him for the next two months'
Rob was the first to speak.
Bloody Hell, you go from being single and virtually celibate to being a shacked by sex slave.
Well not exactly, i'm almosyt just as chaste, sex doesnt really feature, I'm Masters property I serve him in many diverse ways. .
Are you happy
Damn right I am, now I have to head off . Master is waiting.
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When i arrived home i was unsure if i should first undress or go and pay my respects to Master Darren. I opted for the latter.
Master , I'm home.
In his hand he held a doubled leather belt.
"So I see Tommy Boy," he said smiling, holding up his phone, my selfie from earlier on display.
Ready for your punishment - thirty whacks I think we agree .
Yes Sir, but don't you think i should have a few more for leaving the house with your chain hidden from view. That will never happen again
Ok then Tommy Boy, Countdown from 50, you deserve every single one of them you sweet sweet slave