SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 04
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
Masters cum ran towards the back of my throat and as he moaned, I swallowed the thick and creamy goodness eagerly. Masters cum tasted sweet and very thick, unlike Master Hugh's cum which was thinner and slightly salty in taste. I loved both, but Master Rashid's cum was like, like sweet dairy cream. I found my tongue rolling around Masters shaft and my mouth sucking on his piss slit to try to elicit more of that delicious nectar. I wanted more.
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I wanted more, much more of that sweet cum, and as I licked around Masters softening cock, I realized I was also tasting myself, my arse to be precise. Although I had already cum as Master had been fucking me, I found that my own cock was rock hard and throbbing again while Master kept hold of my hair to keep my head in position in front of his groin.
"Drink," Master ordered in a compassionate tone and for a second I thought he intended me to drink his cum, which of course, I had already devoured. Instead, I felt a warm liquid rush from Masters cock to fill up my mouth and extend my cheeks. As the liquid continued to fill my mouth I gulped down a large mouthful with some difficulty as Masters cock impeded the use of my tongue. As much as I could swallow with each large gulp, Master seemed to replace as quickly and within two or three gulps Masters piss was escaping my lips and running down my chin onto my chest. Master continued to piss into my mouth undaunted and I continued to gulp down as much as I could manage.
I had closed my eyes in an attempt to concentrate on opening my throat and swallowing as much of Masters piss as I could. Interestingly I did not have any thought or doubt about what I was swallowing. I would lick, eat, drink or swallow anything Master desired, and Masters piss was warm and tasted pretty good to me. I was focusing on swallowing as much as I could and minimizing leakage when I felt Master withdraw his cock from my mouth while still in full flow. I felt the piss splash onto my upper lip, up my nose, and across my eyes. I felt a strong temptation to turn my head away from the force of the flow, but resisted and felt Master play the stream up over the top of my head and then down, across my chest and to my abdomen.
I opened my eyes as Masters flow stopped, looking up at him to see his broad smile with that little curl on the right side of his mouth. Piss suddenly hit me in a forceful stream right between my eyes as Master forced the last liquid out of his bladder. Master chuckled as I quickly closed my eyes and involuntarily turned away. Two or three more streams of diminishing volume hit my left cheek as before Master ordered me to clean his cock.
"Yes, Master," I replied eagerly as I turned to take his now softening but still gorgeous brown cock between my lips. I sucked on its head to withdraw any last drops of piss, and worked my tongue around soft smooth flesh, feeling the warmth of his cock against my tongue. Master allowed me to enjoy this moment for quite some time before pulling me off by grabbing a handful of my hair at the back of my head again, and dragging my head forcefully backwards and away from his groin.
Master retrieved the smaller chair collar and padlock and re-secured it around my neck.
"You will wear this permanently as a reminder that you are mine."
Master then grabbed the handcuffs from the table and stepped behind me, re-fastening them to my wrists.
"I like my slaves to be handcuffed at all times, and as you don't need to serve me or my friends right now, you don't need the use of your hands."
My knees were aching once again, from kneeling on the rough hard concrete, and the wind seemed to be increasing in ferocity and dropping in temperature as I stared at the ground in front of me while Master moved around behind me. I had lost all track of time, yet, I wanted my time with Master to last forever at this moment. I felt that I belonged here. I should be naked and collared at all times. My purpose was to please Masters every desire and whim.
Master pulled me up to my feet by the heavy steel collar and stood before me surveying his new toy. He had closed his jeans and tucked in his t-shirt again, so he was fully dressed and gorgeous, compared to me in complete contrast; stark naked, covered in cum and piss, and bound like a stray dangerous dog. As Masters eyes moved over my body I felt a sudden wave of embarrassment and looked down at the ground.
Without a word, Master grabbed the front of my steel collar and walked me over behind the small table to the point where two of the three trailers met. Master unlocked a wooden door on what looked like a small storage cabinet, to reveal a second door made up of thick vertical steel bars spaced about six inches apart, with solid thick steel bars running horizontally about six inches from the top and bottom of the door. Master unlocked a large padlock on the right side of the door and swung it open, revealing what was essentially a cage, covered on all sides with wood to resemble a storage cabinet.
"In," Master commanded as he forced me to bend at the waist by pulling my collar down and directing me into the cage. I had to crouch but still stood too tall to walk into the cage, so I dropped to my knees and shuffled into the small, dark space, my eyes slowly adjusting to take in it in. It was no more than three feet deep, around two feet wide and about three feet tall. I heard my chain catching on the metal of the door as I crawled inside, my hands still cuffed behind my back. The solid clang of the steel door being forcefully slammed behind me actually startled me and made me jump, spinning my head to look at the entrance I'd just crawled through. As I expected, the door had now been closed and Master was already snapping the padlock shut. My chain ran under the small gap between the base of the cage and the bottom of the door
"I have some stuff to do," Master said as he stood up to leave me with only a view of his jeans covered legs and tennis shoes.
"I'll be back for you, later."
With that I heard Master return up the steps and into the trailer. I crawled to the door of my cage and peered out over the concrete slab and into the muddy area at the center of the scrap yard. The base of the cage was a solid steel floor, which was cold and unyielding to my already sore knees. As I twisted my hips to the side to sit on my right hip and arse cheek, I heard the door to the trailer slam shut and Master skip quickly down the three steps leading away from the door. I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of Master, only to see him jump into the drivers side of his Range Rover, fire up the engine and drive off up the very muddy path I had ran down hours before.
I truly felt completely abandoned at that moment. I longed for Master to stop the car and return, smiling at my belief that he would just drive off and leave me, but as the car drove on I realized that was not to be the case. I was so disappointed. I missed Master gaze, his beautiful smile, his gorgeous light brown skin, his jet black hair, his deep penetrating eyes, his deep yet mesmerizing voice – everything about him. I was in a sort of withdrawal, and he'd literally only just left me alone. What was happening to me, I wondered.
I surveyed my surroundings for a second time as a cold gust of wind penetrated the spaces between the bars of my cage and caused me to shiver. The steel bars were on all sides of the cage as well as the making up the roof of the cage. The bars were then covered in the wood exterior that I was actually very happy for. They did camouflage the cage and hide my presence from any prying eyes, but the wood also stopped the wind from penetrating through the sides or the back of the cage. As the wind swirled around the trailers, an occasional gust would find its way directly through the front door of the cage, but this was much better than being left naked and exposed in the mud for example. I was grateful for this.
The metal floor of the cage was pretty scratched up but looked clean other than my own marks and I'd shuffled into the cage and turned around. I noticed a steel dog bowl tucked away in the front left corner of the cage which I hadn't seen before. As I got closer, I realized there was some very pale yellow liquid in the bowl. I bent down towards the bowl and sniffed the liquid to try to determine if it was indeed what I suspected it may be. There was no scent, so I stuck my tongue out and dipped it into the liquid, and yes, it was piss. Masters I presumed, though I had no way of knowing. Clearly, it was intended as liquid refreshment for me should I need any while Master was gone. I took a little sip of the cold piss and swirled it around in my mouth, relishing the taste of Master Rashid, my cock throbbing and leaking a little pre-cum once again as I did this. I swallowed and suddenly realized that I needed to pee pretty badly.
I had not focused on my own bodily functions much since I had thrown up, then shot my load, but now I was alone in this cage, without Master to distract and use me, I became aware of the feeling of dried cum on my cheeks. Dried mud on my ankles and feet. My nipples were still red and quite sensitive from the bulldog clips Master had used on them earlier. My arse-hole was actually, feeling a little tender but in a very, very good way for some strange reason. I had stuffed things up my arse before, and fucked myself with a broom handle and various other things imagining that I was being used by a gorgeous hunk just like Master Rashid. Now that it had happened, I wanted more and more, and my arse seemed to agree with my cock.
I looked around to see if there was anywhere obvious for me to pee without making a mess of the bottom of the cage, but there was nothing obvious. I then wondered if I should even consider pissing in the bottom of the cage without Masters permission. He may be upset, or worse, disappointed. I shuffled and struggled to find a comfortable position within the unforgiving solid cold steel cage, dragging the links of my chain under the door and into the cage as I moved from back to front, side to side. It suddenly struck me that I was doing exactly what my own dog does before settling down. Circling and trying to figuring out the most comfortable position.
The cage was too short to lie down in, and too narrow to sit sideways. It was also not tall enough to allow me to stretch out or stand, so I decided to sit on my arse with my legs bent up close to me in the back corner of the cage, with my cuffed hands in the corner space behind my back. I decided to ignore the growing pressure in my bladder in the hopes that Master would return before it became an absolute necessity to relieve myself.
The back corner of the cage protected me from much of the wind that was swirling around outside, though the coldness of the day filled the space and my feet and hands were becoming stiff as a result. My flesh was goosebumps all over as I tried to huddle in a little closer to warm myself. The sounds of the rain on the steel roof was almost like a drum soundtrack, beating in a rhythm that increased in ferocity for a time, then decreased in sympathy with the gusts of wind which whistled past the opening of my cage. I wondered how long Master would be gone. How long I'd have to stay naked in this awkward position. As time passed I found myself worrying that some stranger or employee may come to the scrap yard and discover me. I'd then discard the worry, assuring myself that Master would ensure that couldn't happen, only to have it rear up again as the minutes I was trying to keep track of in my head seemed to turn into an hour, then perhaps two hours. It was so hard to tell. I had to constantly shift positions a little to ease the pressure being applied to my naked flesh from the steel bars and floor of the cage, gaining temporary relief, but experiencing the sudden coldness of the steel my flesh had not warmed each time.
I opened my eyes from darkness and a sudden intense pain bore through the back of my head. As my eyes focused in the darkness I realized I must have dozed off, and when I woke I had lifted my head and banged into the bars on the top of the cage.
"Shit," I said to myself. "Fucking shit," chastising myself at my own stupidity. As the pain throbbed and I shook my head as if to try to dislodge the pain, I realized my guts were cramping up, demanding that I pee to relieve the pressure in my bladder. I glanced out of the cage door, hoping to see Master or his car returning, but what I saw was that it was much darker outside now than it had been when I entered the cage, and I could tell that the rain had lessened as the drumming on the steel roof was no longer present, though I could still hear the gentle swish of droplets as they hit the wet mud just a short distance away from my cage.
My legs and shoulders were stiff and painful as I tried to adjust my position, thinking that I would move to the cage door to piss outside of the cage if I could manage it. As least that would keep the cage floor clean and dry. I rolled onto my right thigh and inched forward on my thigh towards the door, feeling the intense coldness of the steel as I moved, and using my hands on the floor behind me to help my progress. I pondered for a second whether I could piss in the dog bowl Master had left me that already contained what I presumed was his own piss, but I knew my bladder was about to release a volume that would easily overflow the space left in the dish. It had to be outside or I would be sitting in a puddle of cold piss until Master returned. I didn't relish that thought, even though I didn't mind my own piss, and I'd even played with pissing on myself and drinking my own piss in the past. Sitting in my own cold, wet, stinky piss for who knows how long.
I reached the cage door and pushed up on my hands to angle my hips towards the bars. My cock was already piss-hard, just like it is every morning when I wake up, so it was pretty easy to aim towards the space between the bars, but the moment I released the flow, my piss immediately hit the bars and sprayed back onto my face and chest. My skin was so cold, and the piss was so hot that I instinctively flinched and as I tried to turn my head out of the spray, I lost my balance, falling forward into the bars of the door with my face, as my legs slipped behind me into the depth of the cage. Despite my best efforts to stop the flow of my piss, the compulsion to release the pressure in my bladder was too great and the flow continued, covering the floor of the cage in a few seconds and coating my legs at the same time.
"God fucking damn," I shouted, having failed in my plan, yet, as the warmth of my piss surrounded my legs, I resigned myself to enjoying the warmth for however long it would last before the inevitable cold set in again.
I felt as though as I was pissing for an hour. It just kept flowing, and flowing, and flowing. I couldn't believe how much was coming out of me, and the floor of the cage was awash with it before the flow finally slowed to a stop. I rested for a moment, enjoying the temporary warmth in a slightly uncomfortable position, leaning forward against the cage door. I tried to look left and then right into the area in front of the cage to see if Masters' car was back, but I didn't see anything other than the growing darkness and the stacked piles of discarded cars becoming more and more ominous in the yard.
How long had I been in the cage? What time is it? Is Master coming back for me?
I twisted around in the cage to sit on my left side, relieving the pressure on my right thigh, sitting close to the door so I could keep an eye on the yard for Masters return. Again it struck me that I was acting just like my own dog at home, sitting on my bed looking out of my bedroom window for a glimpse of me returning home. Now I was the dog, peering out of the bars of this cage waiting for my own Master to return home and play with me. I felt my cock twinge and I realized I was hard again. I fucking loved this shit, being treated like an animal, a slave, a piece of owned property. I was stark naked, cuffed and collared, sitting in a cage on the ground under a trailer in a scrap yard in a pool of my own cold piss. I was really cold by now and could barely move my hands as they felt stiff and painful. I had no idea when, or if, Master would return and when, or if, he would ever release me from this cage. And, I was as hard as a rock and I really wanted to jerk off. What kind of fucked up craziness is this, I wondered.
I didn't know of any of my school friends who even talked or joked about this type of shit, never mind any who have done anything similar. It was pretty much unimaginable to me that anyone else I knew would be willing to put themselves in the position I had willingly accepted with Master Hugh and now with Master Rashid. Was there something wrong with me? I had these thoughts often in the beginning with Master Rashid, as I delved deeper and deeper into my submissive, subservient nature with him. I had serious doubts about myself and about what I was doing at times, yet, I found myself longing to be with Master Rashid and longing to submit more and more to his will and his desire.
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