Master and Slave, Chapter 13
That blindfolded fuck -- I never even knew for sure if it was MASTER's cock -- burned into me as nothing else could that I would never "own" MASTER. And I started to think that it was only right. After all, I am just a lowly faggot cocksucker, made to be a slave for a real man like MASTER. And MASTER is doing me a favor by accepting financial tributes and watching me beg and grovel in front of him. At least I have the pleasure of knowing that this makes him really hard. And I know he enjoys making me suffer, at the same time as he makes me more submissive to him. That is my place.
So for a couple of weeks I continued to see MASTER every few days. Sometimes he brought David along; sometimes he came alone. At a minimum every session included "training", where I was physically beaten and tormented, and I had to promptly thank him, and tell him how much I loved him. It was becoming reflex now, but MASTER made sure I sounded like I meant it.
I had no more money for tributes, beyond very small amounts. MASTER had totally raped me, financially and mentally, by now. I was obsessed with sex, obsessed with him, felt like his slave all the time now. I had never imagined that first ad on Craigslist would lead this far.
Usually David came along now. Sometimes MASTER made love with him while I was tied up and watching; sometimes he make me act like David was my master -- which even more humiliating: It was like didn't even deserve a "real" master.
One day they came together to my house, and I sensed something different. David had seemed less submissive recently, although it was still clear that MASTER could control him. MASTER announced to me that there was going to be a change. I was uneasy, but of course it is not a slave's place to complain or ask questions. But what he told me then was a real shock.
"I've sold you, faggot. You will not see me regularly any more, only occasionally, if you are lucky. David is going to be your new master; he paid me $5000 for you."
I started to cry. The idea of not seeing MASTER regularly was like dying, I was devastated. David was sexy, and he was also fairly dominant by now, but I had set my sights on MASTER, and now he was casting me off. And he knew he was being cruel to me, and it pleased him.
And after telling me that, he left. I was terribly upset. David comforted me for a while; it was a strange feeling for my new master to be nice to me. And, to be honest, part of me missed MASTER's cruelty, his total arrogant selfishness, the way he just used me for his own pleasure.
But when I calmed down David pushed me down on my knees in front of him, and he told me we were going to start a new training program, with him as my new master. And he also told me that I would have to pay him back the $5000 I had cost him over time, since the slave has to work for the master, not the other way round. oddly, this actually made me feel better, in fact I even started to get hard. Of course he saw it and he smiled.
"You like that, don't you, faggot?"
"Yes, SIR, thank you for reminding me that it's a privilege to be your slave now, SIR. I will try to be a good slave for you, SIR. Please give me the honor of training me and torturing me regularly, SIR.
I was still confused and upset, but somehow the fact that David was going to be using me, as MASTER had, was a comfort to me. I started to respect him more, and to hope he would honor me with more humiliation and torment.
David was different from MASTER, but he was still a very attractive man. He told me that he had felt less and less submissive over time, and that that was why he had asked MASTER to sell me: He felt he could be a good master for me. And when I heard that, I began to feel it was the right decision. I am not a good enough slave for MASTER, but I can work at pleasing David every day.
So David has gradually become the center of my life. I live with master David now. I serve him, he abuses me, but he also is sometimes affectionate. I found that hard at first, but now I like it, especially when he switches unexpectedly from tenderness into dominance.
Occasionally we see my old MASTER, who always seems to take pleasure in humiliating me in some sexual way. I still desire him in my heart, although serving David daily has become more and more of a turn on for me.
And David never told me who fucked me that time. He just smiled when I asked, leaving me uncertain.
I dedicate this series to my former MASTER. Thank you for enslaving me, SIR. I LOVE YOU, SIR!
THE END.