Thank you for all the feedback. Just a reminder this tale is pure fantasy, and most scenes should not be taken too literally. However if any London Masters wanted to try to recreate some of the scenes that "It" has been involved it I'd be happy to oblige.
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Martin dimmed the lights, and closed the door behind him. The only noise was the humming of the oom's refrigerator.
"Do you want to know" Asked Jim. I shrugged, "If you want to tell me." "Believe me, I have no choice, Master Martin and the Doctor love the fact that at least once a month I have to tell one of Doctor's patients how I have ended up like this"
"Twenty-five years ago I was a student, my final year in London. I did the usual things, drinking visiting the sauna that sort of stuff. One night in CXR I met this handsome man, six, seven years older than me He was starting off his career as a vet. That's the Doctor, I'm forbidden now from even saying his first name, sometimes I don't know if I remember it.
It was an instant attraction for both of us, he particularly liked the fact that I had a huge dick, and could fuck him for hours. Within six months we were living together, and eventually settled down into a happy monogamous relationship. As the years went by we became an almost non scene couple, I had got a job in publishing and Master was increasingly successful with his own vet practice, so we were well off, and able to entertain friends on a regular basis.
The only problem was that we couldn't make the relationship official, this was in the pre-civil partnership days, but we didn't care. We were in love and we would have done anything for each other, and back then we were equals. We had been together seven years when we could make it legal thanks to the Civil Partnership, This came at the right time as I was getting quite stressed with work so decided to leave my job, and become a house husband, until I worked out what I wanted to do.
This came with some preconditions, I was expected to do all the housework, and make sure that there would be a meal ready for him after work each night. I agreed and said jokingly that calling him Sir and being his servant had always been a fantasy. His response to that was to laugh and say "Ok bitch lets start, get sucking on this"
At first nothing really changed, we'd have breakfast together, then I'd return to bed have a wank, then get on with the housework, before relaxing for a few hours , stirring just in time to make his diner. We'd then spend the evening cuddled on the sofa, before fucking. He was very patient about the fact that I was making no attempt to find another job and understanding, and seemed quite turned on by the idea of having everything done for him, and as well as a guaranteed shag as soon as he wanted one. The only downside for me was that my cash was running out, he had always been the sensible one with money.
Unexpectedly six months into this arrangement my widowed mother died, as an only child I came into a significant amount of money. He suggested that as he was now the main breadwinner, it would make sense for the money to be transferred to him. He made a compelling argument based on my past profligacy that I would just fritter it away, it would also mean that it would lengthen the time that I didn't have to worry about getting a new job. On the promise of a regular spending allowance I agreed. I was now fully dependent on him financially. I'd admit that the way in which he doled out my allowance every weekend by leaving money on my side of the bed after a heavy sex session was initially humiliating but I got used to and accepted it as part of the bargain .
Life continued as normal , breakfast wank, house work dinner, cuddles on the sofa, sex. We also reacquainted ourselves with the scene. Going out twice a weeks meal midweek, drinks and a dance at the weekend. It was fun, watching the waiters faces as they took his order and them find out he was ordering on my behalf too.
One Sunday night as I was licking cum off his stomach he suggested that it would be good if , Breakfast was already on the table when he got up in the morning, and that while he ate it I could make up the bed. It was after all never too early for me to start housework. I looked up at him, I could tell he was serious. With a snigger I responded with "Yes Sir" "Good set your alarm for six, I'll eat at 6.30" The following morning I didn't wank.
When he came home that night he said he was tired, so wanted to eat in peace. That night we didn't have sex. It was the same for the rest of the week, until Sunday, when in a frenzied ten minutes he fucked me so hard that I came without even touching my dick. He left me twice as much money as normal.
He then started sending me texts telling me he would be late home, either because of work, or because he was meeting up with friends. One night after almost three weeks of not having had sex knowing that he would be late him I went to bed, and sent him a text. "Lubed up and ready if you want me."
I was just about to fall asleep when he returned. I heard the flow of piss hitting the toilet bowl, and the flush. I wondered if he would take up the offer, or just fall asleep beside me. I felt his breath against my face a strong smell of beer and cigars. "Ok Bitch, I'm home, let's get going" He fucked me harder than he had ever done before, without much passion but I was being fucked. He came inside of me, turned over. "I'll have breakfast at 6 tomorrow" and fell asleep. The next morning, he left without saying a word.
The next communication I had from him was half way through cooking his dinner I'll be late again, just make sure you are ready, this time don't bother with the lube. It carried on like this for a few weeks when he announced that it would be better all round if I slept in the spare room, so I wouldn't wake him up when I got up in the morning to make him breakfast. Our time together was now limited to my serving up his food, listening to his orders on what needed to be cleaned and if I was lucky a quick drunken fuck
One afternoon, having not been out of the house other than for domestic reasons in months I decided that I should put myself first. I had been putting away some of my allowance money each week, and headed to a sauna, I was only there for a couple of hours but it was great, I must have been fucked at least half a dozen times, and sucked twice as many cocks. I left in good time to get home to receive a text that he would be late home, thankfully he decided that night that he didn't want to fuck me.
I started doing this every couple of weeks , becoming sluttier each time, eventually not bothering with the sauna or steam room, just kneeling in a dark corner waiting. Always getting home in time either to get dinner on the table or for the text to say he would be late home. Knowing that he was fucking me after my arse had been filled with numerous other loads that day made me feel like a real slut and one night when he asked me whose bitch I was I found my self saying "Yours Sir"
There were a number of narrow escapes, so after six months I decided that I had better calm down. Not long after there was another change in his attitude towards me. Suddenly our social lives became active again, whereas before it had been as part of a small circle of non-scene gays, now it was anchored around a group of what you would recognise as Dominants. For 18 months or so he would have five of them you Master was one of them. As the weeks went by my role and relationship within the group changed from being one of the party sitting down chatting, just getting up to make sure that wine and beer glasses were never empty, to being ignored in the corner of the room waiting for an instruction to fill a glass, or serve food. I was a literal servant. One night then man you probable call Sir Michael was compiling about the fact it had been ages since he'd had his dick sucked. Within five minutes I was on my knees, nose deep in his pubic hair.
By now I had long ceased to have any say in anything, he would decide on what he wanted to eat each day, what type of household cleaning products I bought, and even what I was to wear, Which was nothing inside, and a tight pair of jeans and T shirt outside. I once tried to raise the issue of finances, when he said he was the breadwinner, I was the stay at home wife, so he made all the decisions. If I wasn't happy I could leave."Your inheritance is dwindling, so you'll find it difficult to survive. Understand?" I replied with a "Yes Sir" "Good, now be a good bitch come here and suck my dick"
One evening after I had finished washing up he shouted at me to join him in the living room. "Ok,, I'm giving you a choice, we divorce and your get a £50,000 pay off, or we get married, but at the same time you become my slave. My permanent slave.Which one do you want?"
I looked at him. He was still as handsome as the man I had fallen in love with all this years ago. "I should tell you that if you chose the latter that things will get tougher, I will expect instant obedience, discipline will be enforced as will punishment. Physical punishment" He beckoned me to stand, grabbing my dick "you are so fucking lucky its so big otherwise I'd lock it up and throw away the key. So what's the decision" I looked down at his eyes, even with the cruel glint that had taken over the kindness of our earlier years I knew there was only one answer. "Slavery Master"
And that was it. A month later we had signed the paper work and we were in the eye of the law Husband and husband. The wedding ceremony was the last time I used his name,"
We had a four of witnesses who watched, smiled and clapped. The six of us then went home, where we had another ceremony. I removed my clothes, and bent down kissed his boots and declared myself his willing slave. I even signed a contract. Promising to obey, and worship him without reservation and accept all punishment regardless of how it was administered.
The ring around my finger signified the legal status of our marriage, this chain was put around my neck as a signifier of my status as his slave. The witnesses cheered as they shook Master's hand and jeered me as I went around kissing their boots. Within ten minutes I was alone, as they went out to continue their celebrations.
That night, as Master and his friends were out celebrating I went to bed, thinking about how my life had suddenly changed, my life partner, my lover was now my owner, and Master, I was his property. I was woken by the door to my room being banned loudly.."Slave out here now" I ran out of bed, Master was in the living room.
"You took your time. And just so you are aware from now on, unless it's impractical you will only be in my presence on your knees. Now it's time for me to give you your wedding present. Come in " I heard a cough "Is this the cunt?" I looked up a man in his late twenties was standing there. Dressed in leather. "It is. Slave meet Martin, my new boyfriend and your new Master.
That night my husband, and Master of a few hours hand in effect handed me over to Master Martin. For the last five years he has had full control of my life. Even the Doctor defers to him, and has on more than one occasion called Master Martin Sir. He is responsible for this Jim pointed at his tattoos, every six months he adds a new one he keeps threatening to have Urinal on my forehead, but the Doctor has so far persuaded him not too.
Any intimate contact with the Doctor is limited, once a month when one of his slave patients comes for an assessment I am rolled out and made to sit in reception. That's when I get to fuck him, the intimacy actually hurts as it reminds me what we lost, and knowing it only happens as part of seeing how well the slave copes with eating cum directly out of an arse.
Tomorrow morning I will be locked up again in chastity for at least a month. I now sleep on the floor of their bedroom, and am made to watch them kiss and have sex. Even seeing them have a vanilla cuddle breaks my heart. Master Martin likes to come up with ideas on how to push my limits, and I hate to admit it that he usually succeeds. After two years he finally got me to admit that I loved scat, that's when he gave me this one, point to a tattoo on his right flank "Toilet breath".
The day after we married, the Doctor admitted that my inheritance was intact, not a penny had been spent, and that if I had asked for a divorce every single pound would have been handed back to me, but it was too late. That day he transferred it all to Master Martin,, who now takes great delight in telling me how much of it he has spent each month. Last week he got a pair of new boots, he took great delight in making me beg him to stomp me, and then asking for permission to lick and worship them , two hours of begging, telling him how a great a Master he was and how pathetic and worthless I am, in return I had three minutes of worship, before he kicked me away and headed off to Backstreet to see his favourite bootblack, the Doctor stayed behind only to remind me to say Thank You when they returned.
There were a few minutes of silence, I was about to comfort Jim, when I felt this hand on my cock. "That's hard, I can always tell a true slave when they can turned on by my transformation, Martin will expect me to have fucked you by the morning, and he will be checking" Jim turned me onto my back, and spread my legs, within seconds he was inside me, fucking me hard. He came inside of me, but remained on top of me reaching to the corner of the cage. "You're going to have to sleep with this in, it will stop any cum from leaking, otherwise Master Martin will punish me, and if you are unlucky you too.
He turned over, I lay there, getting used to the buttplug, wondering what the next stage of my slavery would involve.