This is a very heightened version of a real-life experience from pre-COVID days. The names have been changed to protect the kinky!
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Part 6 - working arrangements
fag was kneeling against the wall in the living room of Master Daniel's flat. its knees were pressed against the skirting board, its fingers laced behind its head. its arms were parallel with its shoulders, its knees apart and its feet touching. it was trying hard not to allow its legs to shake as it kept its back straight. its fag dick was erect and pressed against the wall, as was its nose. its hole was stuffed with a wide black plug, its mouth stretched wide by a rubber coated ring gag. Around its neck, a wide black collar held its head up properly and harsh metal clamps, two weights hanging from the chain between them, bit into its stretched nipples. Metal shackles were locked round its ankles, with a heavy chain between them. From that rope was stretched to the fag's collar and down again, tied tightly around its erect penis. And from its eyes came a silent flow of tears. Today was the day that fag had to finally accept its true place in the world.
That morning had started like another for the fag. it awoke on the floor beside the bed, as it always did now. Throwing off the rough woolen blanket that was its only cover, the fag crawled to the bathroom and took its morning piss into the jug which lived beside the toilet. After a cold shower, it crawled into the kitchen and made itself a bowl of porridge, using some of the piss from its jug instead of water and drinking some more of the piss to wash it down. The rest of the piss went into its water bottle for the journey to work - Master Daniel had ordered it to reconsume its first piss of the day. Putting its work clothes into its bag as usual, the fag dressed in its uniform and headed off to the bus.
fag worked as a junior manager at an advertising firm. it had its own office and was sitting at its desk trying to work out why the team's finances didn't add up when its phone rang. It was its secretary.
"There's a Mr. Ringer here for you," she said.
fag didn't know a Mr. Ringer, he guessed it was someone from one of the firms that its team worked with.
"Buzz him through, Lizzie," fag said.
Moments later, fag's office door opened. fag looked up, and almost yelped. Standing there was Master Daniel.
"I was in the area, fag, and decided to see where you worked," Master Daniel closed the door behind Him, "Why are you still sitting in my presence, fag?"
"But, Sir, i am at work!" fag protested.
"Complete obedience at all times, fag. Remember?"
fag dropped its head in submission and its brain clicked out of work mode and into fag mode. it got up from its chair, dropped to its knees, bent forward and kissed its Master's feet. Straightening up, fag put its hands behind its bowed head as Master Daniel sat down in fag's `visitor' seat.
"Go and make me a cup of coffee, fag."
"Yes, Master Daniel, Sir."
fag walked to its office door with its hands on its head, opened the door and headed to the staff kitchen, made Master Daniel's coffee and carried it back to its office. When it entered, Master Daniel was sitting at its desk looking at the PC screen and typing. fag stopped in the doorway as Master Daniel looked up,
"Who is Stevie, fag?"
fag almost dropped the coffee.
"Well, fag? And why are you standing in my presence?
fag knelt, putting the coffee on the desk beside Master Daniel, and put its hands behind its head as it had been trained to do.
"Stevie is my assistant, Sir."
"Man or woman, fag?"
"Man, Sir. Why, Sir?"
Master Daniel didn't answer, but picked up the phone, dialled a number and held the receiver out to fag,
"Ask Stevie to come in here now, fag."
fag took the receiver, looking aghast. it could hear the voice at the end of the line, but it seemed to have lost the power of speech. Master Daniel raised an eyebrow, and the fag swallowed hard,
"Hi, Stevie, um... Could you come to my office for a moment?"
"Sure, Joe, what's up?"
"Um, er, nothing, just need a word. Thanks."
fag stood up, replaced the receiver and turned to its Master,
"Please, Master, please don't do this."
"Complete obedience at all times, fag."
fag opened its mouth to argue, but it was too late. There was a knock on the door, and Stevie walked in.
This was Stevie's first job out of uni and at 22 he was still finding his feet in London. Fairly short, but `wiry' as his friends called it, he had floppy blond hair and a rather camp manner.
"Oh, hi, Joe. Hello there," he said, holding his hand out to Master Daniel, "I'm Stevie, Joe's assistant."
"Yes, so I've heard," Master Daniel said, shaking Stevie's hand. "I'm Daniel Ringer, Joe's Master."
Stevie looked at Daniel as if he'd not heard properly.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I caught your name. Mr. Ringer, did you say?"
"I think you caught that bit, Stevie," Master Daniel said.
"Um, yes, well, nice to meet you. What can we do for you?"
"fag, why are you still on your feet?"
Stevie stared at `Mr. Ringer' in amazement, but looked even more shocked as his boss, looking absolutely devastated, slowly got down on his knees, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the floor.
"What's going on here, Joe?" Stevie asked.
"Tell him, fag," Master Daniel said.
fag looked at its Master with tears in its eyes.
"Don't make me tell you again, fag"
"Yes, Master Daniel, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
"I, um, thinking I ought to go back to my office and get back to work," Stevie stammered.
"No, Stevie, stay," Master Daniel said, "Have a seat." Stevie sat down, almost in shock, unable to take his eyes off his boss kneeling before him and this stranger sitting in his seat as if he owned the place.
"Master Daniel is right, Stevie. He is my Master, and i am his fag."
"And what does that entail, fag?"
The tears started to flow properly now as fag looked pleadingly again at its Master. But it knew better than to argue, it had been punished severely enough for doing so before.
"i clean Master Daniel's flat. i do His laundry. i scrub His toilets."
"And the rest, fag?"
fag's voice broke as it continued,
"i worship His feet with my tongue, i rim Him. i drink His piss. i serve as His fuckhole whenever He wants, and do the same for His friends."
By the time fag had finished the list, it sobbed quietly, as Stevie looked on agog.
"Why are you telling me all this?" Stevie said, finally.
"Because I told it to, that's why, Stevie." Master Daniel said, "I decided it was time that the world knew the truth about the fag. Right, I must get on."
Master Daniel stood up and held his hand out. Stevie took it automatically.
"Nice to meet you, Stevie. Sorry to have dragged you away from your work. You can get back to work, fag. Oh, Stevie, if you fancy seeing the fag in action, call round to my place tonight at 8. My address is on the pad."
With that, Master Daniel strode from the office. Stevie looked disgustedly at his `boss', still kneeling crying on his office and walked out too. But not before he'd picked up the address that Master Daniel had left behind.
Stevie had been shocked, but as the afternoon wore on, he'd got more and more curious about what was going on. He'd almost thought he'd dreamed it, but the fact that Joe had barely looked at him all day, and had scuttled out of the office dead on the dot of five. Stevie went to the gym after work, and found himself thinking about the address in his coat pocket as he worked out. In the shower afterwards, he found himself getting hard thinking about what he'd seen at work that day. Leaving the gym, he looked up the address on his phone - it wasn't far out of his way.
It turned out to be one of those modern, semi-gated developments that have been built all over London. Finding the buzzer for number 8, Stevie pressed it.
"Hi there, Stevie, I'm really glad you came. I'll send the fag down to let you in."
A few minutes later, Stevie saw his `boss' walking towards the gate. Despite the weather being cold and wet, fag's only clothing was a flimsy pair of running shorts, very short and cut high up the sides. Topless and with bare feet, fag was wearing a thick black leather collar. it let Stevie in without looking at him, and then led the way into the flats. As soon as they were inside, fag put its hands on its head and climbed the stairs in front of Stevie. After climbing three flights of stairs, fag turned down a corridor. Outside flat 8, fag stopped and, to Stevie's further surprise, removed its shorts, knelt and crawled in front of Stevie into the flat.
Stevie followed fag into the flat, watching as fag crawled in front of him, seeing for the first time that fag's buttocks were bright red and had a neat line of 12 cane stripes across them. And, as fag crawled, Stevie could also see the flat black rubber of the plug that was filling fag's hole.
They came into a large, open plan living room/kitchen, and Stevie saw `Mr. Ringer' sitting at one end. Dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, there was nothing in his demeanour as he looked at an iPad that might suggest to anyone that he was anything other than a regular guy at home on a regular Wednesday evening.
fag crawled over to `Mr. Ringer' and bent down before him and kissed both his feet. fag turned to face away from Master Daniel, opened its mouth and the ring gag was fitted, to stretch its hole and force it to drool. Turning back to face Master Daniel, those harsh nipple clamps were applied to its already sore tits. A gasp escaped fag through the gag as each clamp bit down into its tender flesh. Two weights were then hooked onto the chain between the clamps, causing fag to grimace and sigh. Without another word from Master Daniel, fag crawled across the room and took up its position against the wall opposite, knees apart but touching the skirting board, feet together, fingers laced behind its head, nose and penis pressed against the wall. And the tears started to flow down its cheeks as Master Daniel asked
"So, Stevie, what do you think about your boss now?"
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Three weeks after Stevie had visited Master Daniel's flat, and life at work had changed completely. Whilst to the rest of the office and to their clients, fag was still Stevie's boss, to all intents and purposes, fag had a second Master in the office. fag now arrived at work an hour earlier than it had been doing before. This was so that it could get there when no-one else other than Stevie would be in the office. That way, fag could walk into the building, up the stairs and into its office in its uniform and with bare feet, instead of changing in the toilets on the ground floor of the building. Once in its office, it waited against the wall as it had been trained to do by Master Daniel. Office door open, so that if someone were to come in early, they would get a good view of fag kneeling there.
Eventually, Stevie would arrive at work. He'd make a beeline for fag's office, make sure it was properly in position, and then go to His own desk and get things sorted for the day. When fag's phone rang, it knew that it was time for it to make Stevie's coffee. This was the part of its day that fag dreaded most. Rising from its position against the wall, it removed its uniform. Naked, it crawled down the corridor to the kitchen and made Stevie a proper cup of coffee - no instant crap, a proper cup, brewed in the cafetiere that fag had bought for Stevie two days after Stevie's visit to Master Daniel's flat. Once the coffee was ready, fag was allowed to walk like a real person down to Stevie's desk, where it would kneel, put the coffee on the floor beside Stevie's desk, bend, kiss each of Stevie feet, wish him a good morning and then kneel beside the desk holding the coffee, its other hand on its head, until Stevie was ready to acknowledge it. Each day, the fag was sure that Stevie kept it kneeling there longer and longer. Eventually, Stevie would take the coffee and tell the fag to get lost until he needed it again. fag would crawl gratefully back to its own office, put its work clothes on, and pretend that it was a Man.
Of course, having had a large cup of coffee with his breakfast before leaving home, a latte on the train and then the cup brewed for him by fag, it wasn't long before Stevie needed to piss. When he did, he'd call fag,
"Hi, Joe. I need a word, can I come in?"
fag knew better than to argue. Moments after putting the phone down, its office door would open and Stevie would enter without knocking. As soon as the door was closed behind him, fag was down on its knees. Stevie would walk across the room and fag would fumble at his flies, take out Stevie's cock and close his lips around it. Stevie liked to make sure that he used his time to the best, so while he was unloading his stream of hot piss into fag's mouth, he'd be checking his emails on his phone. fag swallowed quickly, desperately afraid that someone else would come in whilst it was performing this most base of duties. it was not to know that Stevie had put the `Do not disturb' sign up on fag's door as he came in - Stevie had no more wish to be discovered at the moment than fag did! Finally, the stream dried up to a trickle and then the last few drops. fag kept Stevie's cock in its mouth for a while longer, until Stevie withdrew, tucked his cock back into his trousers.
"Thank You for allowing me to drink Your piss, Sir," fag said, as Stevie turned to leave.
"See you later, fag," Stevie replied as he left the room.
fag made three of four more cups of coffee for Stevie during the day. There was a bit of gossip around the office as people started to notice that Stevie's boss seemed to make him cups of coffee, but as fag always carried its own insulated coffee mug back to its office as well, the gossip died down fairly quickly. The gossip would have been far louder if they knew what was in fag's mug.
Master Daniel had decided that there was no reason why fag should be allowed tea and coffee anymore, so the fag had a very different sort of brew. Master Daniel and Stevie took it in turns to provide it with the flavouring for its drink.
The flavour for fag's work brews came from their sweaty socks! Master Daniel had the original idea, of course. fag was sucking on His gym socks while it worked one day, when he had the brainwave. The next morning, he put a fresh pair of gym socks on. Over them he put his work socks. But those gym socks didn't leave his feet for the next three days apart from in bed. He wore them as He travelled to work and then as He sat at his desk. When he changed into his gym kit in the office shower-room, He took off his work socks, but left on those gym socks. As He ran from work to His gym, the socks did their job of absorbing the sweat he produced. They stayed on as He worked out, and as He jogged home afterwards. And this was repeated for the next two days. After three days solid wear, Master Daniel presented them to fag.
"In the morning, you will put these into your mug and fill it with hot water. That will be your drink for the train. All day, whenever you make Stevie a coffee, you will top up the water in your mug too. Whenever you don't have the taste of a Man's piss in your mouth, you are going to have this delicious sock water to remind you of your place."
Next morning, fag did as it had been told. It pushed the rank socks into the large mug it used on the train and in the office and filled the mug up with water from the kettle. it took its first sip from the resulting brew as it stood on the train. It was revolting. Being in public, fag had to try very hard not to gag - it didn't want to draw more attention to itself than it already did, standing there in its uniform, nothing on its feet on a busy commuter train. All day, it topped up the mug and, although the flavour weakened through the day, the sweaty foot water still made it almost gag every time it drank it. The last few mouthfuls were the worst, as the flavour got more concentrated as the mug emptied.
fag's life at the office was now more or less as miserable as its life outside the office. Stevie wasn't so much an assistant anymore as an overseer. fag had to work almost twice as hard to get everything done. Master Daniel was very pleased - on those evenings when He didn't need fag's services or had better things to do with His time, fag could work late or take work home to make sure everything got done. Stevie was pleased too, he could sit at work and do as he pleased. He still had to do some work, sadly he was in a shared office and the others would see if he was just sitting watching Netflix all day, but he certainly didn't have to work hard. He still managed fag's diary, for instance, but mainly to ensure that it was working and not slacking off. Whenever he needed coffee, fag would make it for him. Whenever nature did her job and he had to relieve himself, fag wrapped its lips around his cock and swallowed every drop. fag would go out and get his lunch for him and, occasionally, fag would `work late' and Stevie would take advantage of fag's hole or mouth to get himself off. Occasionally it amused him to have fag suck him off but, instead of allowing fag to swallow his cum, or to lick it up off the office floor, Stevie would give the fag a facial. fag would then have to rub it well in before heading home smelling of a Man's cum and with it drying on its face.
fag felt that its life could not get any worse. But little did it know. One evening, about 8 weeks after Master Daniel had come to the office, fag was on the train going back to its flat. Stevie had been pissed off by a rude client and had had fag stay an hour later than usual. Stevie had then taken out his frustration by fucking fag's hole hard and long. Once Stevie had finished and had emptied the contents of the condom into fag's mouth, it had then been to the gym and done a gruelling workout with its personal trainer. Put together, all this meant that fag wasn't travelling on the usual crowded commuter train, but a much emptier one. In some ways, this was worse for the fag - it wasn't allowed to use the seats, and so it stood the whole way. When the train was busy, this was less of an issue, lots of people stood, but when it was empty like this, the fag stood out like a sore thumb. Master Daniel was out of town for a couple of days on business, and so fag was heading home to spend its evening cleaning its own quarters and then updating the training blog that Master Daniel had had it set up on Tumblr. fag had been writing reports on its training for some months now, and these it posted on it blog. Master Daniel would then log in and, where appropriate, add photographic or video evidence of the session and publish the posts. fag never knew when each post would be published, but it had 3000 followers so far and Master Daniel had told it that it received quite a lot of emails and messages.
fag was thinking about what it was going to write up that evening, when it heard a voice calling its name. Since it had not been called anything other than fag' outside work for months it took a moment to recognise its real' name. Turning, it saw its cousin, Andrew, sitting a few rows down in the train.
fag's heart sank. it couldn't escape, it had to go and say hello.
Padding down the train in its bare feet, fag approached Andrew.
"What are you wearing, Joe?" Andrew asked.
As fag tried to think of an appropriate answer, Andrew realised that it was barefoot,
"And why haven't you got anything on your feet?!"