"my life as HIS slave" BY - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com
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As I stand in the shower washing my body, my attention is drawn almost immediately to the chastity belt that locks my cock securely away. I always work hard at making sure to clean the belt and my trapped cock as thoroughly as possible. As I do, it constantly reminds me what it used to be like to not wear this cock prison. I remember how it used to feel to touch my own cock, it's velvet smoothness, feel it grow hard and throbbing, knowing that shortly I would get to cum. It has been so long since that happened and yet it is an ever present thought in my mind. Like always, these thoughts make me try and get hard, but of course that is not possible. My useless dick just strains impotently against the chastity device my Master keeps locked on me.
I step out of the shower and towel myself off. As I do I glance at myself in the mirror. I would say I look like any other 24 year old, except I don't. I look young for my age. People usually mistake me for still being in high school. I stand just barely 5'4", short blond hair, and blue eyes. My body is well toned and tanned. Even then I could still look like anyone else, but that is were the sameness ends. Very few 24 year old guys have no body hair except on the top of their head, or a chain secured around their neck with a padlock. Very few have rings welded into their tits. And very few have a permanent plastic prison locking their cocks away from the world. But my Master is happy with me and that is all that matters in my world.
But enough with that it is time to get ready for work. Today was one of those days when my Master was out of town, as he travels for work quite a bit. But even when he is not here I am never allowed to act any differently. I try to always think that he could walk in at any second and check on me. The butt plug I had removed just a short time ago so I could clean it, shit, and then shower was sitting on the sink waiting to be inserted back into my ass. I lube it and bending over, slowly worked it into my hole. Once, along time ago, it felt huge, now I feel empty without it. The plug too, just like my chastity cage, has become a permanent companion since my Master first came into my life almost five years ago. Yes, I really have had my ass plugged and my dick locked away for that long. Seriously, after all this time it just seems natural. I would not know what to do if they were not there continually reminding me of my Master's presence in my life.
I walk back into the bedroom to make sure I left everything in perfect order. I had already folded my blanket up, sliding it and my small pillow away under the bed, my Master's bed. It was fully made and untouched by me, awaiting his return latter today from his business trip. Yes, I do not sleep in his bed unless he is home and I am invited. Otherwise, I sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. I am allowed a small pillow and a warm blanket but that is it. I am his slave after all, what else would anyone expect. Yes, everything in the room looked ready for my Master, nothing out of place.
When I had finished I went to the hall closet to get dressed for work. In the closet I have one box and 5 hangers. I have a leather jock strap, as Master says he gets tired of a totally naked slave all the time. I have a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, a pair of Levi 501's, and a pair of sneakers. Those are for when he needs to take me somewhere on the weekend. I also have my two work uniforms. Those consist of black pants, and white shirts. The pants are just tight enough to show off my ass, but just loose enough for me to be able to get away with them at work. The same can be said of the shirts, just tight and tailored enough to show off my nice hard body but not to tight to show the tit rings enough so as to get me fired. In addition to these I have one black belt, four pair of black socks, one pair of black shoes, and one regular jock strap which I am allowed to wear under my uniform pants to help keep my chastity cage from showing. I also have one suit and one tux that occasionally I am allowed to wear when accompanying Master to an event where he wants a sexy, young companion on his arm.
If you wonder what I do to earn money, hence the need for a uniform, well my Master found me a waiter job working for a friend of his. I only work the lunch shift, 11am to 3pm and only Tuesday through Friday. That allows me to get my Master off to work every day and be home ready and waiting for him when he gets back home. It also allows me Monday to do all the really heavy house work. Master demands a spotless house. I had been a waiter when I met my Master and have to admit I am a pretty good one. I say this, as I tend to make really good tips. Not that I am allowed any of the money anymore. Every penny I make comes home and is turned over to my Master. My boss makes me give him all my tips, he then counts them, seals them in an envelope, and leaves my Master a voice mail telling him how much I am bringing home. I don't have a need for money anyway. Every month Master buys me a bus pass so I can get to work. I am allowed $5 in my wallet just in case, other than that what do I need? Does my boss know I am a slave? Of course. He and my Master are friends. My Master asked him to give me the job I have. In addition he often visits and is allowed use of my me in reward for allowing me to work for him. Not that I am complaining I am a slave, what else would one expect.
When I am ready I head off for work. The bus ride takes me about 30 minutes so I have to make sure I leave early enough. I can hardly wait for my shift to be over! Today is Friday and Master is due back this afternoon! His plane gets in at 5pm so he should be home by 6pm. I hate it so much when he is away. Being a slave all by yourself in your Master's house is very lonely. As I work my shift I try so hard to focus on my customers, but my mind keeps drifting back to being excited for tonight. Sometimes if he has had a successful trip, after I service his needs, he unlocks my cock and let's me cum. Oh don't get me wrong he plays with me, edging me for hours, just to amuse himself but in the end, sometimes, he actually lets me cum. Other times, if he is in a sadistic mood, he teases me then locks me back up without cumming. To be honest I think I actually prefer it when he does. I have learned to love the feeling of full balls that need to cum. Would tonight be one of those nights? The ache in my balls made me hope it would be one of the nights he allowed me to cum. But of course that was totally up to my Master's pleasure. I am his slave after all.
Once I had finished my work shift I hurry to get home. I want to be prepared and waiting just as my Master requires. He is usually home by 6pm so tonight would be no different. The first thing I do when I get home is remove all my clothes and put them away neatly in the closet. Once done with that I make a quick run through the house. I check for dust, lint, or anything else out of place. Once I have made sure the house is perfect I head to the kitchen to begin preparing Master's dinner. Over the years I have become a pretty good cook. Working in a nice restaurant has helped quite a bit as I can watch the dishes that I serve. I can see how they are made, but just as importantly how they are presented. My Master expects his meal to look as good as it tastes. Trust me I learned that concept the hard way a long time ago! Once I have all the prep work done and have decanted the bottle of red wine I chose to go with his meal I head to the bathroom. I always re-shave my face and re-brush my teeth before I assume my position in the hallway to wait for Master to get home.
Once done I go to the front hall just inside the front door. I kneel down head bowed and will wait here until Master arrives. I always try and be in place by 5:30 just in case he gets home early for any reason. Until I hear his key in the lock I am allowed to relax a bit and sit back on my heels. But once I hear him I am to immediately change to, what Master calls, the present position. I must lock my fingers together behind my head while kneeling on the floor. My head must be kept down and my eyes firmly fixed on my chastity device. I am to push my elbows back and keep them raised to the level of my ears, raise up my chest, push out my pecs, and tighten my stomach. My heels must be together, my thighs stretched apart as wide as possible, and my ass may not touch my heels but must be raised just slightly off of them. It is not easy to maintain this position without having my leg muscles get sore. I am always very thankful when Master tells me I can relax and present. Which means I am allowed to drop my ass back onto my heels while still holding the rest of my body the same. It may sound strange but knowing just what it is expected of me at any given time without my having to think about it makes my life so much easier.
Just before the clock hits 6pm I hear Master's key in the lock. I immediately get myself in the correct position. He opens the door and walks in. As my eyes are staring at my locked cock I cannot see his face. He ignores me and walks past. I hear him head into the house. I assume he is taking his luggage to his bedroom. I wait expectantly for his return. Since he was ignoring me was he mad at me? Did I screw up somehow? I had missed him so baldy to be ignored is sheer torture. Time ticks by. My legs start to hurt from the strain. I hear ice cubes clunking into a glass and still Master does not return. I wait, my mind going crazy, wondering why he is taking so long to acknowldge me in anyway. Finally after what seems like forever I sense his presence in front of me. He reaches down and pats my head as he says, "it's good to be home boy. It was a hell of a trip."
Then he walks off again leaving me still kneeling. As my muscles start to protest against the strain I realize that he is making me suffer to make himself happy. When he has a bad trip I have a very bad life until he feels better. I knew right then that despite my aching cock and balls there was very little chance I would get to cum tonight. But then again, I am his slave, what else should I expect.