SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 09
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
I quickly got down from the coffee table and crawled on my hands and knees in that direction as quickly as I could, while feeling the liquid in my guts and bladder moving around and causing me considerable discomfort.
"Turn to face us and sit up on your heels," Master commanded and I complied from the corner of the room.
"Put your hands behind your head, elbows out and stay in that position. Don't let any of that pee out of your hole bitch, or you'll clean it up with your tongue."
"Yes Master," I replied in some discomfort as I saw them engage in deep conversation, occasionally looking in my direction and smiling. For the first time I looked beyond the Masters and noticed six huge windows at the opposite end of the room, that looked out onto a building across the street as the curtains in this room had not been drawn. I saw a couple of lights on in the building opposite, as well as some windows with no lights on. I realized that anyone in any of those rooms opposite could well have witnessed my naked sex show with Master Rashid and Master Hadi and they could now see me kneeling in the corner, still naked, awaiting orders. My cock throbbed and some more pre-cum leaked from me, hitting the hardwood floor below me.
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Master Rashid and Master Hadi essentially ignored me as I knelt in the corner, while they were drinking Whisky and chatting casually to each other relaxing in the big plush leather chairs. I meanwhile was kneeling uncomfortably on the hardwood floor one corner of the room, my guts rumbling and churning. My discomfort in trying to pinch my sphincter muscle as hard as I could around the butt plug to prevent any leakage made me squirm. Before when the balls were in my ass I wanted to badly push them out. Now despite the similar feeling in my guts, I was desperate to hold the piss inside my guts while at the same time I was becoming aware of a growing pressure in my own bladder that would need relief soon. How quickly things change.
Both Masters slowly drank through at least half of the bottle of Scotch, laughing and chatting as they did. I could hear the rain on the large windows ahead of me really pounding on the panes of glass, yet the room was warm and comfortable. My arms were becoming decidedly tired as I kept my hands behind my head, and my knees were hurting quite a bit from kneeling in this position for so long. The combined effects of being ignored, and the pain in many parts of my body by this time caused my cock to deflate and hang limply between my legs. My foreskin was sickly with pre-cum that had dried partially in place and partially on the floor below me.
Master Hadi's mobile phone ringing shook me from my focus on the many discomforts I was "enjoying". He answered, quickly said "Great, I'll be right out," and downed the remainder of the Whisky in his glass. He and Master Rashid stood and walked out of the room towards the front door, which was not in my life of sight from my kneeling position in the corner. I heard what I presumed to be the front door open and footsteps running outside. I heard a car door slam shut and an engine rev as it drove off, then I heard the distinctive snapping of Master Rashid's fingers twice in rapid succession.
I quickly dropped to my hands and crawled on my hands and knees out of the room, into the hallway leading to the front door of the house. I saw Master Rashid standing in front of the still open door, his right finger pointing to the marble floor in front of him. I quickly scurried over to him, very much aware that the hallway was very brightly lit, and the street outside was very dark and gloomy with the rain. I reached Master Rashid and placed my forehead on the floor at his feet, feeling the cold with blustering through the open door and caressing my naked flesh once again. I stared directly at the smooth marble floor below my forehead, but I was also aware through my peripheral vision and as I moved into position, that I was pretty much entirely exposed to the street outside, naked, and kneeling at the feet of my god.
Master tapped me with his feet and I lifted my head as I already knew what to do. Master pointed out of the door and I followed his gaze, into the dark, gloomy, rain soaked street outside, frowning with some uncertainty. I noticed a set of about a dozen stone stairs leading down from the doorway to a gate which separated the house from the pavement and the street that sat about ten feet below. Both sides of the street was lined with cars. Pretty expensive looking Mercedes, BMW's, Range Rovers and the like. Opposite was another home, much like a duplicate of the one I was kneeling in at the moment.
"Does puppy need to pee?" Master asked me in a comical way, just as you would talk to a small child or a dog.
I looked back to Master, seeing him smirk at me as he looked from me, back out into the cold, wet night outside of the door. I did need to pee, and I needed to shit the piss out of my asshole so badly – SO BADLY. But, surely Master was not suggesting that I just trot out of this door stark naked onto the street he lives on to relieve myself like a dog. Was he?
"Sir, Ye..." I was in the process of answering when Master placed his right forefinger to his lips in the universal sign for silence. I stopped mid sentence.
"Puppies don't talk," he admonished me. "Now, one more time. Does puppy need to pee?"
"Arfff," I responded, hearing myself sounding totally ridiculous. I looked down at the marble ground in embarrassment, a sudden gust of cold wind making me shiver and shimmy my body from my head to my hips.
"Good boy, Goooood Booooooy," Master responded with such pleasure in his voice that it made me feel instantly so good, I completely forgot my embarrassment, about the cramping in my guts and my strong desire to pee. My cock was instantly rock hard again and throbbing as I watched Master grab an umbrella from somewhere being the large wooden front door. He slipped on a pair of flip flops and snapped his fingers again at me.
"Come boy," he said as he stepped out the door onto the largish top step which formed a small landing just below the entrance to the home.
"Arfff, Arfff," I responded, presuming this would please Master. He beamed a smile at me as he nodded for me to follow him.
I was so happy in his pleasure at my dog sound response, without a second of hesitation, I leapt out of the door onto the wet, cold landing after him, landing on the palms of my hands and my feet, bathed in the light from the hallway behind me. I saw the light begin to narrow as Master closed the large door to the home until I hear the clunk of the clock and the light disappeared entirely.
Master skipped quickly down the steps to the open gate that led on to the pavement below and I followed as best I could on my hands and feet. Going head first, down a flight of wet stone stairs on your hands and feet is not as easy as those dogs make it look. I almost lost my balance completely a couple of times and had to stop myself from trying to bound down the stairs too quickly. The storm was blowing up even more than it had been earlier in the evening with really strong bitterly cold gusts of wind almost knocking me off my "paws" and causing me to tighten every muscle in my body against their chilling effect. My skin was all goose flesh again, as well as totally soaking from the heavy deluge of rain that was pounding with a ferocity on the ground, let alone on my nakedness.
Master turned out of the gate at the bottom of the steps to the right and strode purposefully away from me, as I tried my best to keep up with him, down on all fours as I was. The wind was blowing directly into my face, driving the rain into my eyes and mouth as I tried to bound after Master who walked in front of me without even a glance back to ensure I was behind him. Of course, I know Master was supremely confident that his newly acquired, stark naked, white teenage boy whore, dog slave was exactly where he commanded him to be. He was walking naked, cold, wet like a dog along the pavement in the middle of a residential neighborhood, following his Master to wherever the Master desired. No leash, no command, no coercion required. Master knew the boy, the dog, was his and the dog boy knew he was Masters also.
I counted six gates on my right as I scrambled to keep up with Master. Six individual houses. I realized that each home sat above the pavement just as Masters did, and each had a very well manicured hedge demarcating the edge of the house from the pavement, and also providing cover for me as I crawled naked along the pavement. I could only glimpse each house as I passed the gates leading to similar steps up to similar doors that led to Masters home.
The vehicles parked by the pavement actually provided me cover from the homes on the opposite side of the street, so unless someone was actually walking on the pavement on this side of the street, it was very likely that no-one would see me. As we passed the last home, I noticed there was a park of some sort, protected by a large steel fence and accessed by a locked gate that Master had a key to. The gate swung open, and Master strode through with me following closely behind. Master pointed to an area in the far corner of the small park which had a number of thick bushes and where the grass was deeper and thicker than in the main area of the park.
"Go there puppy,"
As I started to make my way to the dark corner of the park Master reached down and grabbed my hips, pulling the butt plug from my hole with a plop. He then slapped me hard on my right butt cheek, pushing my hips down so I was on my hands and knees again in the grass rather than on my hands and feet when I was on the hard pavement.
"Pee and shit, boy," he said in a raised voice and I scampered away. "Get it all out."
I reached the corner within about fifteen doggy walking strides and was thankful that the bushes there provided some privacy, and some shelter from the wind, if not from the incessant rain that pounded the grass around me and my naked flesh at the same time. I squatted in the grass, closed my eyes and immediately a stream of liquid released from my ass. I could hear it swish into the grass below me as I tensed my stomach muscles trying to push it out even faster. The intense cramping feeling in my guts began to subside and I let out a huge sigh of satisfaction. As the liquid from my ass slowed, my bladder regained my full attention and I began to pee, hard and fast into the grass in front of me, feeling the pressure abate in a way almost as pleasurable as shooting a load. I felt a little tingle at the end of my cock as I began to contemplate my situation, now that much of my painful discomfort was gone.
I had always fantasized about being stripped naked in public. About being gang raped. About being kept as a naked slave for life. I'd fantasized about being forced to strip naked at gun or knife point with no option. I had enjoyed some of these fantasies as reality now with Master Rashid and Master Hadi, but I'd never thought of becoming, of being, an animal. A dog. I knew about slave collars and chains and I liked that idea, of myself being collared and chained and led naked in public places for all to see. But, I'd never thought of being required to act like, or be, a dog for a Master. I had certainly drank Masters piss from a dog bowl, and I'd been locked in what I presumed was a dog cage in a collar and, well, a leash attached to it. I'd even eaten food from the ground with my mouth, and fetched food with my mouth from the ground. It hadn't really occurred to me that I was acting like my Border Collie back home when I was doing those things last weekend, but now. Now, it was clear.
As the flow from my cock abated I opened my eyes and looked back to Master who still stood by the gate at the entrance to the park. Knowing I was supposed to be a dog, I returned to all fours and began to pretend to sniff around the grass and bushes around me as my own dog does. Master allowed me to do this for a few minutes before I head the double snapping of his fingers, commanding me to "heel." I quickly crawled over to his location by the gate on my hands and knees, sticking my tongue out of my mouth and moving it up and down as I crawled to mimic my own dogs tongue.
As I approached I noticed he had his mobile phone pointed in my direction, and I realized he was shooting video of me once again. I reached Master, sat back on my heals and lifted my front arms up, making my hands look like two paws and I looked directly into the mobile phone lens that was staring back at me. I pretended to pant, as I made little yelping noises.
Master laughed out loud at my antics, still focusing the mobile phone on me.
"Gooooood Boy," he rewarded me. "Good Goooooood, Boy," he repeated a few times as he stroked and ruffled my hair with one hand while precariously balancing his umbrella and mobile phone with the other. The water cascading from his umbrella fell like a waterfall on my back and ass as I sat there in the wet grass and the blustery wind, yet, I was so warm in the glow of Masters pleasure. The wind howling around my naked flesh was Masters warm embrace. The water cascading was his love. I just could not keep myself from wiggling my ass as if to wag my non existent tail from Master.
Master pointed to the ground next to him. "Pick it up, boy," he commanded enthusiastically.
My eyes followed his gaze and I saw the butt plug that had so recently been removed from my ass lying in the wet grass. I moved towards it, bent down, and using my tongue to lift the narrower end of the plug off the ground, I directed as much into my mouth as I could before I clamped my teeth and lips around it, lifting it easily from the ground and looking back at Master. The mobile phone capturing every second of my degradation.
I followed Master out of the park on my hands and knees, then back along the pavement on my hands and feet with my ass sticking up high in the air, and the but plug still lodged firmly between my teeth. Master bounded up the stairs to his home and I followed much more easily up the stairs than my earlier descent on the same stairs. The door opened and the steps were once again bathed in the light from the hallway. Master entered and I followed him inside, turning to watch as he shook as much of the rain from his umbrella as he could on the stairs outside before closing and locking the large front door. As Master took off his jacket and stepped out of his flip flops I decided to shake my head and shoulders from side to side, feigning what my dog does to rid his fur of water. Master caught me doing this from the corner of his eye as he hung his wet jacket in the closet close to the entrance and he laughed out loud again, turning to face me with his hands on his hips, shaking his head from side to side as though surprised at my actions, but clearly delighted by them.
Master finally crouched down closer to my level and reached out towards me, grabbing the base of the butt plug that was sticking some way out of my mouth with his right hand. He had just got his fingers on it when I turned my head to the side, pulling the butt plug away from his fingers.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,"
Master literally burst into laughter.
"You are toooooo FUCKING much, boy," he exclaimed through his laughter. "Too much,"
Master reached again for the butt plug and I again turned my head away in the opposite direction, and then turned a full circle in front of him on my hands and knees, growing as I did.
On his third attempt I let him grab the end and we play wrestled for the plug, with me shaking my head from side to side and growling as I'd watched my own dog do many times when I tried to wrestle a toy from him.
We wrestled like that for a while in the hallway. Me naked on my hands and knees growling, Master laughing, wrestling the plug from my mouth and throwing it down the hall to have me bark and bound after it, returning to him with it in my mouth.
"Drop it," Master eventually commanded and I dropped the plug from my mouth at his feet. The plug was soaked in saliva from my mouth at the end I had always bit on it. I continued to stare intently at the plug just as my own dog would. Master finally put both hands on either side of my head, gently lifted my face to his and I saw tears in his eyes.
A sudden wave of panic, and fear, and ...and ... incertainty swept over me. Why was Master crying? Had I done something to displease him? Had I somehow hurt him? Had I done something wrong? Was I not acting like a dog enough? My frown and concern registered with Master and he reached forward and kissed me gently, lovingly on the lips and moaned gently as he did so. I felt his tears on my cheeks which had dried from the rain and were flushed from my game of doggy fetch.
Master finally pulled away from me and staring straight into my eyes said, "You make me so happy, boy."
"I can't believe you're mine."
"Arfffff..." I replied and he laughed again, wiping away the tears I now realized were of joy and satisfaction. I also began to tear up in the knowledge that I made this amazingly beautiful god before me so happy.
I could see Masters cock throbbing inside his jeans and I cheekily nuzzled in with my nose, feeling the shaft through the jeans. Master quickly began to unbutton and unzip his still wet black jeans as I continued to nuzzle with my nose at his throbbing cock. Jeans open Master pushed his black underwear down a little, struggling somewhat to release his large cock from the confines of the wet jeans. The moment it was free, I enveloped it with my lips and he grasped the back of my head with both hands and began to face fuck me hard and furiously. His cock head hit the back of my throat and I gagged and wretched, but he held me firm and continued to pull out slightly before thrusting back into my throat again, and again, and again. I was gagging and gagging as he pounded me, grunting and pulling my head closer to his hips with every thrust.
"Ungghhhhhh...," I heard him exclaim as I felt the underside of his cock pulse and I felt spurt after spurt after glorious spurt of his seed shoot into my throat.
"Unghhhh, Unghhhhh, unghhhhhhhhhhhh," I heard as each shot of his cum was deposited.
Despite gagging, and wretching at least a dozen times as Masters cock plowed my mouth and stretched my throat. Despite my eyes watering and my nose running. Despite almost passing out from being unable to breath as I his cock forced its way into me, I didn't throw up and I felt elated that I had Masters cock in me once again.
Master kept his softening cock inside my mouth for a while, breathing heavily as we both knelt on the floor, my tongue gently caressing the head of his cock which was not resting just behind my teeth. My mouth suddenly filled with a warm liquid and I quickly realized Master was pissing in my mouth. The Whisky and the cold and rain I guessed. I swallowed my first gulp and the flow continued, strengthening, but I was able to keep up, swallowing gulp after gulp of Masters pee.
"Oh...that feels so fucking good, boy," Master complimented me as I continued swallowing the never ending warm stream of liquid. I didn't even notice any taste. I was just elated that I had been given Masters cum and now his pee.
The flow finally stopped and Master pulled his now flaccid cock from my mouth, pulling me upright to a kneeling position and hugged and kissed me for a while, as we both knelt on the hard marble floor of the hallway before he finally whispered, "Let's go to bed, boy."
Master got up and began to move around locking the door I had initially entered the home from which was at the back of the house, then turning off lights downstairs. I followed him on my hands and knees, the butt plug back in my mouth again. He would glance down and smile broadly at me every now and again, even stroking or patting my head and saying "Good boy," as I nuzzled against his legs whenever he stopped for a moment.
I followed Master up the long, finely carpeted wooden staircase with the intricately carved wooden banister to the second floor of the home, watching Masters beautiful ass flex and relax through his jeans as he climbed the stairs. At the top of the stairs Master turned right. As I reached the top of the stairs moments after him, I glanced left before immediately following Master to the right. The ceiling was not as high on this level, but it was probably at least twice the height of the highest ceiling in my parents house. Four sparkling chandeliers hung from the ceiling, two to the left and two to the right, bathing the corridor in a gentle warm illumination. There were large oil paintings on the walls in each direction and a number of wood and exquisitely upholstered chairs dotted down the length of the hall to either side. The floor was dark hardwood with the same fine carpet that led up the stairs.
Master, or his parents, must have a lot of money I thought to myself as I followed him past two doors, one on either side of the hallway, to a second door on the right. Unlike the other doors, the last on the right was open and Master walked in flipping on a light as he entered the room. I crawled on my hands and knees along the soft carpet and entered what was probably the largest bathroom I'd ever seen. It was about the size of my parents entire home. The walls were tiled in white but the floor was tiled in tiny multi-sided tiles of different colors that formed a spectacular repeating pattern. I had never seen anything like it. A huge floor to ceiling mirror on one side of the room allowed me to actually see myself, naked, on my hands and knees with the but plug sticking out of my mouth, and I blushed furiously at the image. I then noticed that Master was pulling off his t-shirt, exposing a beautifully smooth, slightly muscular, light brown back. Master dropped his t-shirt on the floor as he walked to a corner of the room which had six shower heads positioned at various locations and levels. As I watched I saw him slip his jeans and black underwear off his gorgeous, smooth, round ass and down his muscular thighs, stepping out of them and into the shower area, now as naked as I was.
I heard the water start and Master began to soap his chest, his hands moving all over his captivating caramel colored flesh, his back still facing to me. I felt compelled, drawn inexorably to him and I crawled along the tiled floor towards the prize. I sat on my heels, my hands still on the tiled floor, just in front of the shower area, the butt plug still in my mouth. I watched in awe as Masers muscled moved underneath the smooth exotic brown skin that I so much desired. His dark straight hair now dripping water, his buttocks flexing as he lifted each leg to soap it. I wanted so much to crawl into the shower with Master, to kiss his flesh, suck on his cock again and have it plow me into oblivion. I wanted so much to do that, but, I sat, watching, my cock throbbing and I waited.
Finally Master turned and I saw his large flaccid circumcised cock with the beautiful big pinkish head, his dark curly pubic hair, the muscles of his abdomen and his belly button, and I saw his beautiful chest and dark brown nipples. The white soap bubbles only serving to accentuate the light and dark smooth brown skin as they slid down his body to the floor below. I watched in awe of him. In awe of his beautiful facial features. I awe of his gorgeous smooth brown skin. In awe that someone as gorgeous as he, wanted ME. In amazement that I was in this gods presence while he showered naked before me.
I had been horny all day. I was on the brink of shooting a huge load of cum a dozen times this evening alone. I was still horny as hell, and yet I felt something more than just sexual deviant lust. I ...I... I was feeling, was it. Could it be, that I LOVED this man? It was WAY too soon surely for that. I didn't know him really, at all. This was only my second meeting with him, but something about that moment, sitting on that tiled floor looking at the image of muscular youthful perfection captivated me. I longed to belong to this man forever.
Master left the shower, toweled himself dry, brushed his teeth and then walked naked from the bathroom to the door immediately opposite which led to what I presumed was his bedroom. I followed him on my hands and knees again, the butt plug firmly in place in my mouth. The bedroom was like the rest of the house. Enormous, beautiful and tasteful. A large four poster bed sat against one wall. A large wooden chest of drawers and a writing table and chair were to one side of the room, while on the other a large set of curtains obscured a window that took up half of the wall. Master walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over his gorgeous naked body.
Unsure what to do, I crawled up to the edge of the bed and saw Master pat the covers by the side of where he lay. I jumped up on the bed and lay next to him on top of the covers. Master patted my head a few times before retrieving the butt plug from my mouth and dropping it on the floor by the side of the bed.
Despite being super horny and having gone through all that I had this night, I was also exhausted. Lying on top of the bed, in the warmth of the room, with Master petting me so gently I quickly drifted off to a very contented and deep sleep.
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