OWNED AT LAST By bamaboi2serve
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The Master was different.
He knew that most Masters worked their bitch slaves up to the highest levels of pain and submission, starting with relatively painless, private exercises in slave submission.
The might, for example, require the cunt to be naked in the house 24/7, then to wear a small butt plug for increasingly long periods of time. Other might start higher on the punishment chain, mandating that their new fuck toy learn to not just take, but to savor their piss. In fact He knew of one Master who required his bitch to be able to tell the difference in taste of His piss and that of the other cunt slave bois and the dog too.
All that was fine, but He believed bitches learned the best and fastest by starting at the high bars of discipline and the learning the lower ones much later, as a kind of reward for having started up top.
One of his new slave ass cunts was a good example. They had "met" on the slut's Tumblr account, and within 24 hours he had control of that account, changed the name from the lame bamaboi2serve to "Got Owned 8-25-13", changed the profile picture to a more humiliating one, and rewriting the description honoring Him and depreciating the cunt ass bitch.
As days went on, he increased the number of followers by hundreds. (http://bamaboi2serve.tumblr.com/)
It became "their" account, and He tightened his control over it more and more each week. He had tried to get control of the stupid ass bitch's X-Tube account too, but there was some push-back. In the private paper and ink notepad he kept on each cunt he Mastered, he noted the objection and the date, knowing that he would eventually have control of X-Tube and everything else in the stupid ass cunt's worthless life. He also knew the bitch would be punished for initially refusing to give him that password. Stupid slave ass cunt! It was a setback, but eventually the slave would pay for it and realize the error of his ways. He would BEG for Sir to control the X-Tube account and everything else.
He immediately ordered it (for the bitch was surely not a real person anymore) to begin checking in by email at the start of his day and then throughout it too. The bitch worked a stupid early work shift, not being skilled enough to get a job with regular hours, and so one morning when he did not send an email check in at 1:30AM, the response was immediate. Sir called him out about it and ordered immediate punishment. The bitch was supposed to get a reward for some stupid thing it managed to do more or less correctly, so Sir voided the reward as punishment for the neglected email check in.
He could tell from the email thanking Him for the punishment that the slave ass cunt boi had learned his lesson.
He started ordering the bitch to send him stuff. He overreached at first and demanded a digital camera. Again, push-back?jotted down in the book, with punishment to come later. Maybe he woud have the cunt insert a camera in his hole?
The cunt was sending his worn jockstraps and shirts to Sir, agreeing that they looked much better on a real man than on his skanky bitch body. Sir ordered him to buy a new jockstrap too, and he did, complaining about the $16 postage bill for sending a package with it and other clothing in it.
"Am I not worth it?" He asked the stupid ass, knowing he was worth--- and would receive--- a hell of a lot more later.
The resistance was dutifully marked down in the Bitch Book. Sir made a note to give the cunt 16 lashes, one for each of the piddly dollars he had complained about.
Cunt ass slave got better at sending his emails, at keeping Sir advised about his schedule.
The bitch boy sent Him pictures of himself willingly, humiliating pictures showing him wearing a horse tail and girly feminine lace panties, some with words written on his chest or clamps on his tits.. licking toilet bowl rims, other with bottles shoved in his growing asshole-bitch-cunt.
It was amazing, really, how fast the cunt had grown in debasement and willingness to obey.
Inspired by one of the photos the cunt posted to their account, He told him to get a picture of a beer bottle in his fuckhole....voila! The next day it was in his email. He knew He had a keeper, a REAL slave cunt who would do as he told.
So many others were posers...fakes who claimed a great desire to serve, but punked out after the first demand, making up excuses, backing out before they had even come though the first door. He dismissed them immediately. Almost daily there would be a message to the Tumblr account, a new would-be bitch slave begging to be Mastered by Sir...and then wimping about the first tiny command that they shave all of their hair off their body, or that they go get a tattoo with the word "bitch" right above their little cocks, or that they buy and start wearing an exceptionally large butt plug. Oh no, they would write, Sir I can't do that, or can I do that later, Sir. He dismissed them.
His new possession on the other hand, did almost everything He demanded.
Find Me a slave contract Done!
Buy me this specific jock strap. Done!
Send me a picture of you slave ass cunt stuffed with a plug. Done!
Yes, there were some exceptions, but overall, this bitch was a keeper.
Then there were the cell phone pics. He ordered the slave ass bitch to start taking pictures of bois and men as he went about his day, and of course he complied, sending photos of fast-food clerks and shoppers in stores, bois on the street and...He loved making the bitch take chances. What if the bois saw him taking the picture? How would he explain/ What would he say? Would they threaten to call police? Would they force him to the store restroom to be fucked angrily? The possibilities kept the bitch semi-hard.
Sir started using butt plugs as another control measure, making the cunt insert plugs at various times, telling him to wear one overnight, or to the store, or to work too.
The risks were as exciting as raw sex itself. He wished he owned one of those Dream 2000 controllers so he could force the slave to wear. It allowed the owner to send codes to the machine to shock him, or to vibrate the included plug. Then again, the bitch mostly obeys anyway, so why worry?
A thousand miles separated them, but it made no difference. There were a thousand orders ahead as Sir controlled the cunt and molded him into the slave He wanted.
He OWNED the slave ass bitch. What could He do to him next? What could He do WITH him next?
[Sir asks readers to visit the Tumblr page to contact Him. I am not allowed to write directly to them anymore. bamaboi2serve(OWNED)]