Unexpected Ownership. Part 8.
Tommy Boy , what took you so long. Come in , Shut that door, hand me your phone and don't say a word until I tell you.Darren was sat at his desk, his left hand stretched waiting for me to hand over my phone.
Darre..
Silence, not a word.
Standing there , i could sense that things were not going to go smoothly. I spent the next ten minutes shuffling from foot to foot, sensing that i was getting redder and redder. Darren's face meanwhile alternated from serious, to barely suppressing a laugh.Finally he looked across at me.
Strip.
I hesitated.
Strip, or these photos will be circulated to those people outside that door.
Knowing that if He wanted to, He could send those photos to anyone on my contact list i complied.
Well Tommy Boy, I knew as soon as I clapped eyes on you that you were submissive but what you have on your phone is taking it to the next level. Let's see, Boot worship, cigar eating, piss drinking, porridge made from piss, chastity. All to serve a Man who has been ignoring you for the last fortnight. He must have some power over you. I'm envious. It's been ages since I had a boy of My own.
You realise that this is going to change our working relationship don't you Tommy Boy. It's going to be difficult to treat you as My equal now that I know you are inherently submissive. In this room you will now only call Me Sir. Outside you will address Me as Boss, be it directly, or casually talking about Me, Everyone knows i call you Tommy Boy , so you calling Me Boss will just come across as some off co-worker banter thing.
I hesitated.
"Do you understand" "Yes" "Yes, WHAT?" "Sorry Sir, Yes Sir" "I'm glad we understand each other. I'm going to enjoy having you work for Me even more now."
Ok , I'm off tomorrow, it will give you enough time to get ready for this new arrangement.. I'll set the ground rules when I see you next.
Friday, was a long day, although i was relieved that i would for the most part be alone. . The previous evening i had messaged Master M to advise him that i was meeting up with friends on Friday night and that i may have delays sending photos. For the first time since i was at his house he replied.
"Object, that's not My problem. It's yours. I have a very fertile imagination when it comes to making up punishments. "
It didn't help that Trainer Doms piss was more acrid than usual. Not only did He give me enough to drink in our morning session, For the first time in ages my stomach felt rather sick after swallowing it.
Sitting at my desk, alone in the office, i realised that i missed Darren's presence, his bulk, his handsome face, those size 13 feet, the need to serve a dominant man was not well ingrained.
Walking home a text message from Master M.
Be ready to be at mine at 10 am. Trainer Dom will take you directly to mine after your morning piss.
Come in your gym gear and wear a jock. Shorts, t-shirt t, jock. Nothing else..
That night's dinner with friends was only partially enjoyable. They asked for an update on Darren, Yes he was still handsome, yes, i'd love it if he fucked me, no it wasnt going to happen. How could i tell them that my new dreamboat colleague was turning me (not exactly against my will) into his infantilised office junior
The next morning i woke with my dicky straining against its cage, a reminder that i was due to report to Master M,
I headed to the gym, I deliberated on what to wear , a skimpy short shorts outfit and vest, or a longer pair, and t shirt that gave more coverage. I had no idea where I'd be dropped off after my visit was over, did i want to walk from Brixton in a skimpy outfit? Somehow the humiliation of such a scenario overtook any common sense. Here i was a less that perfect 49 year old in a outfit best suited to a muscular man half my age.
Trainer Dom, was unusually kind to me, yes his piss was acrid, but rather than the usual abruptness he was attentive, showed an interest in my well being.
I was still blindfolded, and required to lie down in the back of the car, but when we arrived at Master M's place, he gently guided me out towards the front door and inside.
I heard the door close, and my blindfold was removed. In front of me was Master M,
He dark eyes, well groomed beard, making me weak at the knees.He was as always clad in leather, it fitted his lean and musculat body, teh short sleeves of his shirt framing perfectly the tops of his muscular arms.
Ok Object, you know the drill. This place needs cleaning. You'll be pleased to know i've got some cleaning stuff, and by the looks of your outfit it's a good thing , that vest would make a useless cleaning rag, But first strip.
As with my last visit my legs and arms were shackled, however this time a pair of weighted clamps were attached to my nipples.
Let's check that they actually work, I don't want them falling off . Give me 2 minutes of jumping jacks.
Two minutes of agony followed, the weights pulling down on my nipples, the extra exercition of the jumping creating even more pain.
Ok, looks as if they will stay in place for a while. Now get cleaning. I've left a gift for you in the bathroom.
Crawling into the bathroom I found a pint glass of Master M's golden piss,
I couldn't decide whether or not to down it in one, or too savour every drop. By drinking it slowly,From the living room Master M shouted,
I'm not hearing any Thank Yous.
That answered my dilemma , I downed it quickly .
Thank You Sir.
For the next hour I busied myself cleaning the bathroom, removing every trace of dirt. After my experience the last time i was however hesitant to say i had made a good job, i just hoped it was an acceptable job
Master M entered, not a bad job, but you missed a but he said. He unbuttoned His fly took out His dick and pissed all over the outside of the toilet bowl.
Actually you missed a fair bit. Get that cleaned up Now, this time with your tongue.
My heart sank, not at the fact that i had to continue cleaning, but that i had failed Master M. However my locked dick in the confines of its metal cage, a dick I'd not seen for two weeks stirred. This was all i needed to know i knlt and started licking.
Object, come here.
I crawled out of the bathroom to Master M. He was stood towering over me. I'm off out but I will want to make use of you on my return,
He handed me a butt plug. Put that in. Then sit down.It was a large plug that i generally used, the lack of lube made inserting it difficult. Finally i succeeded. As instructed i sat. he then shackled me to the legs of the chair.
He handed me a sheaf of paper, and a pen.
I'm setting you lines. There's enough paper here to keep you occupied My absence Write this,
I AM MASTER M'S PROPERTY, HIS PISS IS LIKE NECTAR, I EXIST TO SERVE HIM
And if that plug isnt in when I return there will be trouble.
I was on the seventieth page when i heard the door open, i dared not look up and continued to write my lines. My arse was sore as a result of the clenching , in an effort to keep in the buttplug, my hands were sore from teh writing, i hoped the agony would end soon.
"See, I told You"
I heard Master M tell someone.
Fuck company, this was the next stage of service. Normalising my servile state in front of strangers,
`Yes You did' it was a familiar voice but i couldnt place it. Then a gloved hand came over my face, the forefinger being forced into my mouth. The chair was pushed back. I caught a glimpse of Master M's guest.
Hello Tommy Boy,
It was Darren.
Pleased to see me? now Suck Boss's thumb
My insides turned over as i greedily sucked on the cigar flavoured leather covered finger,