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Master Dom
I was taught to be a dom by a true master. When he walked in the room, the atmosphere changed. He had this amazing ability to look at a sub and know how to break him and make him submit. Master had a network of doms who broke and trained subs to meet the clients' wishes. It was quite a successful business, and master rubbed elbows with some of the wealthiest people in the world. I'm not sure how many of us there are, but I'm guessing more than a dozen. I learned so much from him, but apparently not enough.
I've trained pain pigs, piss pigs, fems, sissies, you name it. But with Ryan, all I had to do was train him to be an oral sub: one of the easiest assignments. I was starting to worry because the client wanted him ready in 7 days and I couldn't stop his gag reflex. Then it hit me, why bang my head against the wall when I can consult with Master. I called him, and after a moment of pause he told me to come by with him in two days.
I collared him and lead him by a leash to see Master. We entered his personal training facility, which is a massive bomb shelter from the 1950s, converted for his purpose. It had one large room, and many small rooms used as sort of prison cells. Even as a dom, I found it intimidating. Master was waiting in his chest harness and leather jock. I loved the way the jock framed his athletic ass. Master was bi-racial and has the body of an Adonis. His skin a beautiful tone that appeared to be a natural tan, and his blue eyes were mesmerizing. The front of his jock contained a 10" cock that was slightly curved when hard, with a mushroom that was like a fist. Oh yes, he was born to be a Maser Dom.
We entered the large room, two doms I didn't recognize flanked the door. Without turning towards us, Master instructed me to attach his leash to the wall. As I complied, I saw fear in Ryan's eyes that I had not seen before. I smiled signaling, oh yes...you're gonna regret ever coming here. With his back to us, in an agitated tone Master spoke, "Do you think I have time for your nonsense boy? You are going to wish you were never born." Master rotated his neck, making loud cracking noises. I looked at my slave, who now trembled. I could see he was about to speak, but I held my finger to my mouth signaling to remain quiet. Master turned and I saw a look in his eye that made me feel bad for Ryan. I had only seen it once or twice before, and indeed his victim did regret ever stepping foot in his bunker. He approached Ryan, who was beginning to whimper. Master gently stoked his cheek with a soft "Ssshhhhh" Speaking directly to Ryan, "As for you, you will be trained to accept cock without gagging my pet"
At the precise moment that I connected the dots, the two other doms cuffed my hands behind me and attached a collar. With a stunned look I croaked "Master?" While caressing Ryan's nipples, Master said "Your last slave tried to escape and had to be put down. I was required to give a full refund, a free slave and $50,000 for the inconvenience. That is why I gave you an easy task. It was your last chance to prove yourself. I was going to send you to replace him the errant slave, but I don't want another incident with this customer, so I have other plans for you." As he gently stroked Ryan and spoke to me in an eerily calm tone, my elbows were bound with a leather strap. Then Master opened Ryan's mouth as poked the back of his throat, testing his gag reflex. "Open wide", Ryan complied, and Master measured his jaw opening.
"Strap him to the table". The 2 doms strapped him at ankle, thigh, waist, chest, wrist, elbow, throat and forehead. When they finished, as if he were spitting venom Master instructed them "get him out of those Dom clothes that he isn't worthy to touch, let alone wear." I was stripped naked, then Master handed them a container of chemical hair remover, saying "4 hours". This might seem like a relatively tame punishment but let me explain this gel. It takes 30 minutes to remove hair, 2 hours to make it permanent, the last two hours are just for pain. But the pain isn't the worst part. Slaves aren't allowed to have hair, only doms. He just stripped me of my dom status...permanently. My first instinct was to plead with him, but in his mind I was already a slave and doing so would only result in punishment. I was envious of slaves at that moment because they have no idea what lays ahead for them. I do. The gel was applied to my groin, balls, ass crack, and calves. Thankfully, I'm not hairy. While I was being attended to by the 2 doms, Master attached a device to Ryan's mouth. Master started turning a knob which forced Ryan's mouth open, with his other hand Master held a ruler. Soon Ryan was screaming, as best he could with that device in his mouth as Master stretched his jaw beyond its natural range of motion. I watched as the back of his jaw bulged, I'm quite sure Ryan passed out at the precise moment it dislocated. Master manipulated it back in place while Ryan was out cold. Master connected my bound wrists to a chain and hoisted them up behind me. My shoulders were soon in agony, momentarily making me forget about the hair remover starting burn. I had to go on my tippy toes to prevent my shoulders from dislocating. Master shut the lights, leaving us in complete darkness as he left with his other doms. I was about to have a very difficult 4 hours.
To be continued...