This story was originally posted here in Nifty earlier this year as part of a competition. I wrote several "slave sketches" and asked readers to pick the one they liked best. I promised I would continue that story. And so here I am, with the beginning of the winning story (thigh readers liked the others too!) as before, but now continuing the story of
"The Cell Slave" I Hope you enjoy!
bamaboi2sere@charter.net
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 pf my cock from behind...a few minutes of that and I am, as Master desires. Turbulent 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 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 hole, 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 just 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 coworkers 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 my 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.
---Continued----
I left for "an early lunch" and walked a few blocks away from work to a area where the buildings are one and two-stories tall. Atop some of them are billboards, and I have discovered a pull down ladder that allows me access to the rooftop. Up till now, I had just used it to spy into nearby office and loft apartment buildings, but today I had determined to take my public picture there.
One of the billboards was for Calvin underwear, and the usual gorgeous model filled the ad with a well stuffed crotch. I climbed up the metal ladder to the roof, and then a smaller ladder to the work space directly at the bottom of the board. I faced the board, knowing I might chicken out if I started by looking at the street-scape facing the ad. I pulled out my already vary hard cock and balls from my suit pants, knowing that my presence under the photo had probably already been noted by office or loft dwellers.
I took a deep breath and turned around, exposing my hard prick and full balls sticking out from my fly. In a dozen or more windows I saw people standing staring at me! Several were calling others people to the window and I saw some holding up call phones of their own! I prayed that none of them had cameras with powerful zoom lenses!
For whatever reason, my cock was softening a bit, so I spit in my hand and jerked on it a few times to re-inflate it...I looked up and sure enough, there were now even more windows with people in them! At least one was a man with his fly open and hic pieces sticking through. He was jerking off.
I pulled out my own cell phone and held it as far away as i could, aiming it up so the billboard would be visible. I took several shots, grabbed my cock again and as fast as possible, jerked off in my free hand, and took a fast picture. I instantly licked up my cum and quickly packed my gear back into my pants.
IN a matter of minutes I was down the two metal ladders and exiting the alleyway onto the street. Seconds later I saw a police car screech up to the alley and watched as two officers ran in to find the exhibitionist perv!
I rushed back to work, grabbing a candy bar on the way to substitute for lunch (or perhaps to add to the cum I had eaten!). At my desk I sent the new photos to Master, hoping he would be satisfied with the extra effort I had put into the day's public photos. There was no immediate response, which was unusual, but about an hour later my phone buzzed, indicated a message. I read it:
"Not bad fuckface, but here are the pictures I'm posting on your special web page. MASTER".
There were several photo attachments, and as I opened them I saw they were photos of my billboard exhibit..taken from ACROSS THE STREET! And they weren't blurry distant cell phone shots...they were obviously taken with a professional full sized camera with a powerful zoom. My face was clearly visible...as was my hard cock. The last attachment was a mini-.mov file with a close up of me jerking off in my hand and eating my own cum.
Master had somehow anticipated my performance!
I was screwed ,and not in the way I wanted!
(To Be Continued)
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