Immediately we're in my Master's flat, he drags me by my collar to his workroom.
"Strip slave."
As I remove my jeans and shirt, he kicks them away and orders me to kneel in the shower area. He stands over me with his cock out and starts to piss all over me.
"Open your mouth boy."
He aims his stream of piss into my mouth.
"Drink it and remember this is the only piss you drink unless I say otherwise. Understood/"
"Yes sir." I manage to splutter as I continue to drink the huge flow until it stops.
"Lie on your back slave."
As I lie in the remains of his piss he lifts my feet way up. I'm vertical, resting on my neck and shoulders.
"Do you need a piss boy?"
"Yes sir, please sir."
"Then open your mouth and start pissing. Go on."
It's not difficult, I'm bursting for a pee and let it go. My Master holds my prick and aims the flow into my mouth. I gulp away. Recycling my Master's piss. Hoping it pleases him to see me do it.
"Now shower, make sure you're clean and come to me in the living room."
Turning on the taps I scrub myself clean from all the evening's piss and cum. That of the barbers, Doug and Gary's, and the restaurant gang. Dripping wet, I notice a towel marked "Slave" hanging on the rack and use it. Afterwards I wash my mouth and gargle with some solution I find on the soap tray. There's no comb so I use my fingers to rake my long blond curly hair into some order. In the mirror I admire my collar. For the first time I notice a small-engraved metal plate attached to the leather with the words "This slave is owned by and is the property of Master Mark". Wow! Anyone can read it. Will read it and know! I head for the living room. Master Mark is lounging on the leather sofa, still in his full leather outfit except for the cap, drinking whiskey and reading a magazine. I stand in front of him, head bowed.
"Go and stand in the corner. Feet apart, hands on head."
I run to the nearest corner and stand as ordered. It's the naughty boy position. A punishment. For me, excitement enough to give me a hard-on, knowing he can see me standing there naked, doing as I'm told, showing my red, caned bottom. I hear him mixing himself another drink and sitting down again. My excitement wanes and my erection droops. It must be half an hour.
"Come here slut. Crawl on your hands and knees."
I'm in front of him with my head bowed. He attaches a leash to my collar, stands up and leads me back to the workroom, back into the shower area, still on my hands and knees. He blindfolds me. I can hear him moving about, but that's all. A greased finger pushes into my arsehole. It's replaced with a small tubular metal object and shortly after I feel liquid entering my back passage. It's warm, quite pleasant in fact, but my bowels are filling up and the liquid keeps coming. I begin to squirm.
"Keep still bitch, there's more to come."
Trying to obey, I can't help whimpering as the pressure builds up and up.
I gasp out "Please sir I can't sir."
"You will slave, or else."
Breathing in short noisy gasps, I just hope it will end soon. The flow stops.
"Listen boy. When I remove the nozzle, clench your arse and hold it in there. If you leak it'll add to your punishment."
Isn't this the punishment? I feel the nozzle being removed and the urge to expel is great, but I do as I've been ordered and clench my arse tight containing the agony of the cramps in my bowels.
"Right, sit up on your haunches boy."
This I do, the urge to expel grows and I sway slightly. He steadies me with his hands on my sides.
"Now boy, move your hips up and down."
This is not helping. I'm about to explode and him moving me up and down is making the pressure unbearable.
"Come with me boy as I move you."
Still steadying me, he guides me with his hands and drops me onto the cold ceramic of the toilet bowl. No wooden seat for a slave. Despite the cramps I hold on, waiting for his permission. He whips off the blindfold. He's squatting down in front of me, looking at the anguished expression on my face.
"Okay slave, let it out."
"Thank you sir" I manage to gasp.
My guts explode and I empty out like a burst sewer. The sounds of my shit dropping into the bowl and the terrible smell are awful. The feeling of degradation at being made to perform this function for the first time ever in front of someone is overwhelming. But he's grinning, enjoying my humiliation.
"Degrading isn't it boy? A grown man being made to shit and being watched. Wait till I make you do it in front of others. Bend forward while I wipe your arse bitch."
He rips off toilet paper and wipes my arse. Being wiped is almost more degrading than being watched shitting.
"That's not the end boy. We keep doing it until you're clean inside slave. Clean to be fucked by your Master. Now watch this closely. In future you'll be doing this everytime before we meet."
Mark unhooks a plastic bag from where it's hanging high on the shower wall. Attached to it is a long plastic tube with the nozzle at the end which I realise is what he'd pushed up my arse. He squirts some liquid soap into the bag and fills it up with water from the mixer tap. He holds it out to me.
"Feel it."
It's lukewarm.
"Not too hot."
He shows me a small tap half way along the length of tube.
"This is where it's switched on and off. Just make sure you're well filled up before turning it off. Back on your hands and knees."
He hangs the bag up on its hook, inserts the nozzle into my arsehole and the process
is repeated not once, but twice. He turns me upside down for the third expulsion as he did when he made me piss in my mouth.
"Okay boy, let go."
As previously, I'm cramping and anxious to expel in spite of my position. I see the fountain of liquid spurting out above my head and then flowing down my body. It's clear water. Mark lets my feet drop and I'm back on my hands and knees.
"Would you like some wine boy?"
How nice I think. He's been drinking, but hasn't offered my anything. He brings a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and half fills the enema bag, hooks it up on the wall, places the nozzle in my hole, turns the tap and I fill up. Not quite so much pressure and by the time he bounces me up and down on my haunches, I'm feeling pleasantly happy. Intoxicated!
He orders me to expel and the wine spurts from my hole onto the shower floor.
"Lap it up slave."
I'm feeling so good I do a doggie act with my tongue without thinking and hardly notice how cold the water is when he turns on the shower to swill me down. Without drying me he grabs my arm, steers me to the foot of bed and bends me over on my stomach under the tubular steel frame above me. I lie waiting on the cold black rubber. I feel him fastening leather cuffs on both my wrists and hear the rattle of chains being attached to the cuffs. My hands and body rise as he pulls on each chain. My arms are spread-eagled to the top corners of the frame as the cuffs are hooked onto it. I'm standing on tiptoe. He kicks my feet apart, fits me with leather ankle cuffs and clips these to the bottom corners of the frame. He runs his hands up and down my body and gives each arse cheek a sharp slap. I cry out, more in surprise than pain.
"Shut up bitch. Any more and I'll gag you."
He pulls the frame out into the room and stands in front of me. When he twists my nipples savagely I cannot help whimpering. Then, pulling my right tit forward he looks into my eyes as he attaches a nipple clip. Wow what pain! This is something else and I screw up my face in agony, pulling on my arm chains and making the frame creak. My Master smiles in satisfaction.
"Easy boy."
He takes a small bottle from his pocket, unscrews the cap and inserts it into one nostril and closes the other nostril with a finger.
"Sniff in boy."
It's some sort of chemical stuff and, as I sniff in, it goes straight to my head. I'm swooning. He repeats the process on my other nostril and I'm gliding away into a state of complete relaxation and a feeling of absolute submission to my Master's will. In a haze I watch as he lifts another clip at the other end of a chain and attaches is to my other nipple. He tugs on the chain and I groan as both my tits are tortured.
"These tits belong to me boy. Remember that."
"Yes sir, they do sir."
A third clip on the chain is now attached to the edge of my foreskin and my hard cock is pulled up my belly.
"Is this cock mine boy?"
"Yes sir. My whole body belongs to you sir.
"It does boy."
He opens my mouth with his fingers. I suck furiously. He replaces them with a leather ball held tightly in place by elastic around my head.
"This mouth belongs to me boy."
Now my shaved balls are in the palm of his hand. He weighs them and my cock jumps. He squeezes them, pulls my scrotum down hard, wraps a leather cord around the stretched skin and lets them drop. I let out a gasp as my balls are yanked down. I can feel what might be stone swinging between my thighs.
"My testicles. You are mine boy."
Yes sir, I am. You can use me sir."
"Do I need your permission slave?" He sounds displeased.
"No sir, I'm sorry sir."
"You're going to be sorry bitch after your behaviour tonight."
He goes to the cupboard, returns carrying a thick leather belt and holds it up for me to see. I nod submissively, wanting it, but wondering if I'll be able to take it. I grit my teeth.
As with the cane, he starts off gently. Covering my bottom and thighs with light lashes. I can take this. I think of it being done in front of all the guys in the restaurant. It's exciting. What I deserve. I yell out loud when the next whack knocks any thoughts from my mind except the excruciating pain in my arse. Another five and tears are running down my face. Another five and I'm blubbing to be forgiven, for the punishment to stop.
I'm given another sniff of poppers and the pain seems to subside. My Master applies a soothing balm to my cheeks and his fingers probe and grease my hole. One finger, then two and then three. I'm pressing back on them, hoping he's preparing his slave bitch for a fuck. The fingers are replaced with something hard and pointed. Not a cock. A large dildo. Pushing in hard. I'm arching forward, I can't take it. It breaks through my sphincter. The massive pain eases. My Master turns off the lights and leaves the room. I hang there, tits and foreskin painfully clipped, my bottom red-hot and my arse filled. Is it the end of the session? No comforting fondles. Punishment for bad behaviour I can't think was my fault. Perhaps a slave is always to blame. It's something I must learn and remember.
Hours later, I'm not sure how long, I feel the butt plug being removed. Then my mouth gag. My thankful whimpers turn to screams when the clips are taken off my tits and cock. He unchains me from the frame and naked but for my collar he supports me back to his bed where I recover from my punishment contentedly sucking his cock before he fucks me.
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