SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 05
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
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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So here I was, stark naked, hands cuffed behind my back, a heavy steel collar around my neck with a big heavy chain attached, 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 and I had no idea when, or if, Master would return or if he would ever release me from this cage. And yet, my cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum even as I worried about what time it was and whether I would simply die of exposure in this prison.
I really had no clue how long I had been in the cage or how long Master had been away. I had dozed off despite the cold and that had taken away all sense of time for me. The day was already dreary and overcast with the rain clouds when I went into the cage, but it was now getting downright dark outside of the cage. I could barely make out the scrapped cars stacked one of top of the other about four or five high that formed the main route into the yard and which led to the large space in which the trailers and my cage sat. I began to shake my legs back and forth and wiggling my toes and fingers to get my blood flowing again. It wasn't cold enough yet for me to see my breath as I exhaled, but it must have been damned close I thought to myself.
Why have I done this to myself? I could be at home right now, watching t.v. or listening to music. I could be drinking a nice hot chocolate or gobbling down some crisps. But no. I'm naked and freezing, abandoned like the scrap vehicles around me and if Master wanted to leave me here to die of exposure and bury me under the piles of cars here, no-one would ever find me. No-one knew where I was. No-one knew about Master Rashid. I began to panic a little, but then remembered that Master Hugh had connected me with Master Rashid. That's right. Master Hugh knows who I'm with. I was rolling all of this around in my head when I spotted lights reflecting off the piles of scrap at the extreme end of the yard.
My elation at the prospect that Master was returning for me, was quickly replaced with abject fear that it may be anyone other than Master driving into the yard. A customer maybe, or an employee of the yard. Feeling as though I was totally exposed and clearly visible to anyone in the yard, I quickly shuffled to the back of the cage, extremely conscious of the noise the chain connected to my collar made as it rattled underneath the door. My heart was pounding so hard, I felt sure that anyone would hear it from a mile away. I could literally see my chest bulge out and return with the pounding of my heart. The cold, the piss on the floor, my aching hands, all was forgotten in that moment of panic. Was I about to be caught. What would the cops found me naked, covered in cum and piss and I told them I'd willingly stripped naked and allowed a complete stranger to fuck and use me? What would my parents say? Fuck...fuck...
The lights turned a corner at the end of the yard and swung around to blaze directly into the cage, lighting every inch of the space, including my own cowering frame, or at least it seemed that way to me. The light was so bright after the darkness of the cage and the surroundings outside, that I had to close my eyes and could only squint painfully to see the lights getting closer and closer. Finally I heard the sound of the engine and the noise of the wheels as they moved off the crunchy gravel surface between the rows of scrapped cars and onto the squelchy and water logged mud just in front of the concrete slab. I still couldn't tell what type of vehicle it was, or who was driving as the lights swung around from the direct line towards the cage, off to the left. From the darkness, to the blinding light, my eyes did not adjust quickly enough to catch sight of the vehicle before it disappeared out of site, blocked by the wood that covered the sides of my cage.
I heard the squelching of the tyres through the mud slow and finally stop and the engine stop. The lights dimmed a little as the engine shut off, but they still shone brightly across the yard, lighting the bare concrete slab in front of my cage, and showing the mud and puddles in front of the slab. Despite my concerns that this may not be Master, I felt an incredibly strong urge to struggle forwards to the door of my cage, to find out if it was Master who had returned. Twice I was about to creep forward, and twice I hesitated and decided against it as I was certain the light from the headlights would revel my position to whomever was in the vehicle, and if that was Master, then I'd be discovered.
After what seemed like a half an hour, the light suddenly disappeared and the world in front of my cage disappeared again in a sea of various dark and black shades. As much as I was afraid of the light and discovery, I also felt a comfort in the light and the knowledge that someone was near by. The sudden return to darkness was actually shocking, but it did give me the thought of moving forward to the cage door once more. As I contemplated that, I heard the distinctive click of a car door opening, then a few moments later, the door slammed shut.
I was actually holding my breath as I listened intently for any other sounds. I heard the faint rustling of paper and a few other sounds I really couldn't identify very well. Suddenly I was blinded again with a penetrating light that flooded the entire cage and exposed me completely to whomever was brandishing it. I screwed my eyes shut against the light and turned my head as if to hide myself from them, to no avail, of course.
"You still in there slave?" I heard Masters voice ask with humor. Where else would I possibly be.
"Ye,...Yes, Ma..Ma..Master," I replied somewhat haltingly, turning my head towards the sound of Masters voice, but unable to really see anything due to the incredibly bright light in front of me.
"You must be hungry. I know I am," Master continued, as the piercing light suddenly shut off and I realized there was more light now behind Master illuminating the concrete slab and the yard in front of it.
Master bent down to unlock and remove the large padlock from the cage door, before swinging it open and standing back up. I heard the snap of Masters fingers and knew precisely what was ordered. I shuffled with some difficulty to the front of the cage and laid my forehead against the concrete directly in front of Masters tennis shoes. I heard Master turn to walk away but kept my forehead on the concrete, my eyes fixed on the hard and dirty ground in front of me. Another snap from Masters fingers and I had to look up to see where I was ordered next. Master was now sitting in a chair next to the small table just a few yards from the cage door.
"Yes, Master," I said as I shuffled on my knees over to his position. This was quite painful as the hard concrete slab was not forgiving to my knees, and the mud and small rocks that had accumulated over its surface over time dug in as I made my way over. When I reached Master I again bowed my head to the ground in front of his tennis shoes.
"Ha, haaa, haa," Master laughed genuinely.
"I fucking love you, slave. I fucking love seeing you crawling around naked and following my orders," Master said as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into an upright kneeling position as he did.
Phut...Master spit directly into my face, then slapped me hard six or seven times on each side of my face until my cheeks were burning, my ears were ringing and my tears were rolling down my cheeks. As I sobbed and tried to sniff back the snot that was beginning to run from my nose, Master forced his mouth over my own and kissed me forcefully for a long time. Masters tongue ranged all over the inside of my mouth as his free hand slapped my engorged cock back and forth with increasing force, causing me to flinch and moan. Master seemed to enjoy this and slapped harder and harder.
Suddenly Master let go of my hair and sat back in his seat, staring down at me to survey his property. Kneeling naked before my Master, I knew instinctively what the power dynamic was. Master had all, and I had none. Master was in control, full control, and I had given up all control.
Master opened a white paper bag on the table and I could smell the aroma of sausage before he pulled out a roll with Scottish square sausage in it. Master took a huge bite of the roll and began chewing, looking directly at me and smiling cruelly, with that curl even more evident on the right side of his mouth. My mouth was suddenly watering as the tantalizing smell of the warm sausage filled my nostrils. My stomach rumbled and it occurred to me that I had not eaten since dinner the previous night. I was nervous about meeting Master and had only had water since 7pm the night before. Master had then emptied my stomach by face fucking me so deeply that I had thrown up what little was in my stomach, though I had added some of his cum and piss since then. The cold, my nakedness, the pain in my knees, the numbness in my hands; all was forgotten as I watched Master swallow and take another bite from the roll.
I swallowed and remained in position, for the first time seeing little wisps of breath as I exhaled. The temperature was dropping even more but my whole focus was really on the fact that I was hungry.
Master chewed the mouthful of roll and sausage, then lent forward towards me with a growing smirk on his face. Master adjusted the video camera on the table and for the first time I realized I was being filmed again. Master grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back forcefully, making me grunt in pain as I looked up at him with my mouth open.
"Hungry, slave?" Master asked.
"Yea..." I tried to reply, but a tug on my hair prevented my full sentence from forming and instead I grunted in pain again.
"Here," Master said, and with that he leaned forward and spat the contents of his mouth into my own open mouth. I was stunned, and for a second I was a little disgusted, but I was also hungry and as the masticated sausage and roll hit my mouth the flavors took over my senses and I pushed away the disgust. I chewed a few times and swallowed.
"He, he, he," Master chortled releasing my hair and taking another big bite of the roll. I looked back at Master and he looked at me as he chewed and swallowed his food. Another bit and the roll was almost finished. I found myself salivating and watching his mouth intently as he chewed.
Without a word, Master leaned forward towards me, and I lifted my head upwards towards him, opening my mouth in anticipation. Master slapped me hard on the side of the face, almost toppling me over. I felt my cheek burning as the blood flowed into it and I tried to prevent the tears from forming as I stared at the ground between Masters feet.
Master then spat the food in his mouth out on the ground between us. It landed with a splat just inches from Masters tennis shoes.
"There you go slave, eat it up," Master commanded forcefully.
I leaned forward and scooped most of the masticated roll and sausage into my mouth, keeping my face close to the ground as I chewed it and swallowed.
"Lick the ground slave. Don't want you wasting any of your food, do we?" Master ordered.
I extended my tongue and ran it along the rough, gritty and muddy surface of the concrete slab. I repeated the process two or three times until I was sure any remnants of the food were gone. I could taste the mud and grit in my mouth, a fairly unpleasant taste after the seduction of the flavorful sausage.
Master took the last bite of food and threw it off to the side, beyond the concrete slab and into the mud. I watched as it escaped me a little disappointed.
"Turn around," Master ordered, which I did turning my back to him and facing towards the cage I had just come from.
Master unlocked and removed the handcuffs which had bound my wrists for such a long time. I heard them fall with a thud on the table as I brought my hands in front of me and began rubbing the large red indentations that encircled both wrists. Master then pushed my shoulders forward, causing me to fall forward onto my hands.
"Go fetch the food boy. Bring it back here in your mouth but DON'T eat it until I give you permission," Master commanded.
"Yes, Master," I replied dutifully, seeing my breath now much more clearly as I spoke.
I was embarrassed and felt really stupid, walking on my hands and knees like a dog, but I moved as quickly as I could over the concrete slab, dragging the heavy chain behind me. I reached the edge of the slab and saw the food sitting in the mud. I reached down, scooped it and a significant amount of cold, wet mud into my mouth at the same time and made my way back to Master as he filmed me the whole way.
"Fucking great," he said as I reached him.
Master looked in my mouth, then told me to swallow, which I did. The grit and mud had coated my mouth and no matter how many times I tried to use my tongue to get rid of it, it didn't seem to lessen the awful taste or grittiness in my mouth. Master just smiled at my predicament.
"Heel," Master commanded as he stood up and walked backward to the trailer we had been in earlier in the day. I followed Master on my hands as knees as quickly as I could, trying to stay close to his forelegs. Master went up the stairs and into the trailer and I followed.
Just inside the trailer door, Master opened up a closet which had some brooms, mops, buckets and cleaning supplies as well as a water spigot.
"Clean up your fucking mess from earlier, slave," Master said, walking away from me and sitting behind the desk at the far end of the trailer.
I selected a largish plastic bucket, poured in some floor cleaner, ran in some water and wondered if I could stand to use a mop, or if I should remain on my hands and knees and use a sponge. I decided on the latter, and dropped a pretty worn sponge into the bucket before dragging it and myself up to the front of the desk where my puke remained on the floor. Fortunately it was mostly liquid, but it did have that strong sour odor, though the cleaning product odor began to dissipate it. I sopped up my puke liquid, then wiped down the area. Master advised that my work was acceptable and told me to take the water outside and throw it out behind the trailer. I was beginning to try to do this on my hands and knees when Master allowed me to stand up.
I had just emptied the bucket behind the trailer and was turning the corner at the end of the trailer to return to Master when I noticed he'd followed me with the video camera. I was instantly embarrassed and humiliated for some reason. After all I'd just done, on camera no less, still for some reason, walking around naked at this moment seemed more humiliating as I was not being "forced" but was doing it willingly. Strange.
I returned the bucket and supplied to the closet and Master closed off the lights and locked the trailer. I could see large white puffs of moisture with every breath I took now, yet, I was still rock hard. I found it incredibly hard not to grab my throbbing cock to jerk it off, but I knew I shouldn't until Master gave me permission. I resisted, but with great difficulty, eventually grasping my hands behind my own back.
"It's six thirty," Master said to me. "Let's send you home."
Master then led me over to the Range Rover, opened the passenger side and ordered me to sit on the floor in front of the passenger seat.
"Yes Master," I responded, squeezing myself into the small space.
Master didn't speak to me or look at me as we drove out of the scrap yard. I could tell the different road sounds, so I knew we were back on tarmac rather than the gravel road. We drove for quite some time, making a few turns and stops before Master stopped and turned off the ignition. I heard a vehicle pass by us and saw the headlights of the vehicle fill the interior of the Range Rover.
Master unlocked the electronic mechanism on the doors.
"Out," Master commanded.
I reached up behind me, twisting a little awkwardly, opened the door and stepped down onto the wet, cold surface of the road. I immediately realized we were on the main road that ran along the side of the River Clyde from Helensburgh all the way to Glasgow. It was a two lane road and fairly heavily travelled. My heart began to race and my hands instinctively went to my crotch to cover up my cock. My eyes widened and I shot a pleading glance back to Master Rashid.
"Shut the door and come around to my side," Master commanded before I could form my thoughts and plead for a reprieve from this vulnerable and extremely exposed position.
Despite my fear and real desire to jump back into the safety and anonymity of the vehicle, I suddenly found myself slamming the door shut and running around the back of the vehicle as ordered, quickly scanning for witnesses or approaching vehicles. A set of headlights swept over a rise about fifty yards behind us as I was running behind Master Range Rover and I was bathed in the light as I turned the corner into the relative darkness at the side of the vehicle. I was convinced that vehicle, or one of the nine or ten that followed it must have seen me, but they all passed by and disappeared into the distance.
Master had pulled into a small side area beside a gate that let into the dark field beyond. I could hear cows mooing in the field behind me as I approached the drivers side door. Master had lowered his window and seemed to be enjoying my fear and discomfort at being stark naked on this busy road with so many vehicles continuing to pass us in both directions. I crouched a little, hunching my shoulders to make myself as small as I possibly could and my hands were firmly in place over my cock to hide the worst of my exposure.
"I want you to jerk off and cum in your hand," Master ordered very matter of factly, as though he had just ordered a coffee in a café.
"Sir?" I pleaded in a shocked tone that seemed to amuse Master enormously. "Here?"
"JERK OFF NOW," Master shouted at me in a harsh voice, "or I'll drive off and leave you here to make your own way home."
"Y, ye, ye...Yes, Sir" I stammered, looking up and down the road as I saw and heard car after car whiz past I both directions.
My cock was soft now, perhaps because of the cold, or the car journey with no interaction with Master, or perhaps the fear of being naked by the side of this busy road. In any case, my throbbing and demanding erection had disappeared and now I'd have to re-awaken it.
I began to tentatively stroke my cock and like any typical hot blooded teenage guy, I rose to the occasion quickly. I could see my breath in the cold night air and feel the breeze as car after car passed us, while I pulled on my cock by the side of the road, naked and barefoot, with Master sitting in the comfort of his vehicle watching me.
I soon felt the all too familiar sensation in my loins and moved my left hand in front of me to capture my cum. "ahhhhhhhhhhhh," I exclaimed as I shot a huge load of my cum into my hand. Rope after rope after rope shot out of me. My breath rapidly exhaling and inhaling in the cold night air.
"Swallow it," Master commanded and I raised my hand up to my mouth and began licking my own thick and gooey cum off my had.
"I fucking love you, slave. You are so fucking hot," Master commented with enthusiasm and joy in his voice. I was elated and felt a flush of pride and accomplishment flood over me. A huge smile spread over my face as I gazed back and my gorgeous Master.
"Train station is a half-mile that way," Master pointed in the direction his vehicle was facing. Showing me a white plastic shopping bag, Master continued.
"There's a train pass in here good for a month. Use it to get home. Be back here at this gate next Friday at 7pm."
Master waited as I processed his command. Next Friday, this would mean I couldn't stay with my friend. I'd have to come up with an excuse. That could be tricky, but I could manage it. I wanted to manage it. Yes, I'd do it.
"Yes, Master," I replied.
Master started up his engine, turned on his headlights and threw the plastic bag over my head, over the gate and well into the field behind me. He then drove away in the direction of the train station, leaving me naked and exposed by the side of the busy road.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I shouted as I threw my hands to my crotch and crouched down as low as I could get to the ground.
Four cars flashed passed travelling in the same direction as Master, their headlights illuminating the siding I was now trying to hide in. As they cleared the siding, two vehicles travelling in the opposite direction passed and I could clearly see the drivers in both vehicles, though fortunately they were focused on the road in front of them. I couldn't stay here, so I decided to dive through the bars on the gate rather than trying to climb it, as I reasoned that would expose me much more. I landed on the wet, tall grass on my face and chest and immediately ran to where they white plastic bag lay.
I ripped open the bag and found a pair of white nylon football shorts that were about three sized too big for my 30" waist. There was also a pair of flip flops and an old track suit jacket. I pulled on the shorts and found that I had to hold them at the waist to keep them up. The zipper on the track suit jacket didn't work, so I'd have to hold that shut also. At least the flip flops were workable. I also found the railway pass in the pocket of the shorts and five crisp new ten pound notes.
It took me about forty minutes to walk along the verge of the countryside road until I reached the village train station. I then waited about thirty minutes for the next train heading to Glasgow, that would take me home. As I waited for the train, I contemplated what I'd just experienced and whether or not I wanted it to continue next weekend. As I went over it, my cock woke up again and the baggy oversized shorts advertised my erection obviously, but fortunately at this hour on a Sunday evening, I was the only one on the platform, so I actually jerked off for a second time and shot my load into my hand, then lapped it up as Master had taught me.
Yes, I'd be back.
--End
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