This is the last of a series of short sketches of slaves. Now it is time to determine which of the shorter pieces will be developed into a full, multi-chapter story! Please vote on whichever of the five slave sketches you liked the most. The story that receives the most votes (presuming there are enough to make it worthwhile) will be turned into a complete story. Enjoy! And remember, comments are the only real reward we Nifty authors receive.
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Links to the previous sketches: Sketch #1 /nifty/gay/authoritarian/gallery-display-slave Sketch #2 /nifty/gay/authoritarian/training-the-new-slave Sketch #3 /nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-duty-slave Sketch #4 /nifty/gay/authoritarian/recorder-slave
and...drum roll...
Sketch # 5 The cell slave
As I inserted the medium sized plug in my ass, I twisted my body so I could capture the image with my cell phone. A loud camera sound accompanied the taking of the proof of plug, as Master calls it. A few moments later I made small movie with the phone's video camera. It showed me pissing into a clear glass and then quickly drinking the still warm liquid.
I sent both the still plug photo and the piss movie to Master, got dressed, and caught the bus to go to work.
Master says slaves can't be trusted, so he insists that I file cell phone camera reports throughout the day, proving to him that I am being obedient to his rules and orders. He had given me a very specific list of photos to be taken and sent each day of the week. For the first week he allowed me to have a written list, but then I was expected to memorize it, and I have. The first time he was present when I took one of the photos, he grabbed the cell phone from me and made some adjustments. The next time I took a photo, the loud camera sound caused several people to look my way...just as Master intended. He ordered me to leave the sound setting as it was.
Each morning during my shower, I follow his orders and use the shower massage to strike my balls and the tip of my cock from behind...a few minutes of that and I am, as Master desires. Tubulent and horny. I grab the cell phone and sent proof of plump, as He calls it.
This being a Wednesday, I knew it was time for me to do a public picture. I have a little flexibility here. I could take one on the bus traveling to or from work. I could take it at my desk at work, as long as I am standing up, or I could find a place on the street during my lunch break. The picture had to show my slave cock and balls hanging out through my fly.
The public pictures were often the hardest for me to take, not because of the exposure it presented---I'm something of an exhibitionist anyway---but because I usually get hard thinking about it, and most of the pictures show me erect. I explained to Master that it is because obeying him turns me on, but since he does not trust slaves, he is suspicious that I am hard because I have allowed someone other than him to touch me sexually. Almost every one of the public pictures results in punishment from him.
Each week I take 25 photos displaying my servitude to Master. He has then in a special file online, a cyberhistory of my growing service to him. Only he has the password for the photo display, but he has shown it to me several times, making me blush as I think what would happen if my friends or coworkers were given access. Master knows of that fear, and uses it to control me. How hard would it be for him to blast an email to everyone I know with the access code and the link?
In some of the pictures I am drinking what is clearly piss from a dog bowl, or pissing in the yard on a tree like the dog I am. In others I have a collar and tit clamps on and am pulling the chain on the clamps out sharply toward the camera. Other show my ass, reddened from a self-administered paddling ordered by Master.
Last week Master ordered me to start writing this story, sending him pages as I finish them. He has already posted the first page on the website. He bought the web address "slaveslutondisplay.com" for it, though right now you can't get through unless you know the proper extension and password.
He says I am going to help pay his bills when he begins charging for access. He will allow customers to give me orders, and post the proof photos after the customer has paid up. He envisions all kinds of kink. Diapers and girly underwear, various things inserted in my slave holes, exhibitionism even more extreme than what usually turns me on. No limits, he says, just higher prices. He even says he would have my balls cut out, and maybe my penis removed, if the price is right...with full sound and color HD video of course. That is the last thing I want, I think, so I obey all of his orders completely.
Right now I have arrived at work and it is time for another proof photo. After settling in at my desk and checking messages and schedules, I go to the restroom and stand against a wall. I push my hand underneath the back of my pants and little girl's underwear I have on and insert two fingers in my ass, counting to 90. On this particular day, nobody enters while I am finger fucking myself, but the very real possibility that it could happen helps me achieve maximum hardness, so I return to my desk with my fingers slightly stained and smelly, and my crotch showing an obvious erection. One of my co-workers, who has caught me in the men's room before, but agreed not to say anything in return for blow-jobs, calls me to his office. Soon I am underneath his desk, sucking him off, and not stopping even when our boss enters and asks him if he knows where I am.
"Damn Faggot, I can never find him when I need him!" the boss complains.
My co-worker smiles, both because of the humor of it all, and because he is getting close to cumming. As ordered by Master, I use my cell phone to take a picture of the man's cock in my mouth, and the boss asks what that sound was.
The co-worker shrugs, his body shaking as he pumps his seed into my willing mouth. I hold out my tongue and take a second photo for Master, showing the cum gathered on my slave tongue, but the boss is walking out as I press the shutter button, so he misses the second unusual clicking sound. I send the new photos to Master from under the desk, reporting as ordered. Now for the street/public photo of the day.
[So, which of the five slave sketches would you like to see developed further, if any! No need to send anything more than just the name of the story, or even just the number 1 - 5. After a week, I'll tally the votes and start on the continuation! Hope you enjoyed. bamaboi2serve@charter.net]