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Thanks as always for the feedback from your emails and on other social media. This is for the most part fantasy, but this chapter has an element closer to my reality that the preceding ones
Mr Traynor , handed me the dildo that I had spent the last hour or so sucking. Hold the base and fuck your throat with that. I'm going to change. I expected to hear a lot of gagging noises.
I had hoped that holding the dildo would have made it easier to swallow it, but no, it was just as hard as when it was secured to the wall. The sound of my retching reverberated around the walls of the bathroom, my mouth filled with drool half of it spilled out on to the floor beneath me the rest was swallowed to be almost immediately regurgitated. I managed to swallow the whole thing, just as Mr Traynor walked back into the bathroom. That small victory was however ruined as it was one step too far, as I vomited the contents of my stomach down my belly and on to the floor.
"Excellent start" I looked at him in horror, he looked down at me with a sneer of disgust. "Well?" "I silently looked at him" "Get cleaning" I looked around me for cleaning products." Nah, you are going to eat it up. Get down and get going"
I looked at him briefly, he was serious. I pushed my knees back and my head down and ate the few semi solid bits that were now on the floor. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that they were one of the tasty meals I would have eaten in the days before I started working for Sir, the time wen I would eat from a plate using a knife and fork.
"That's a start, but you ain't finished yet" I continues to lick and slurp up what was left, each mouthful making me feel nauseous and fearing that I would just vomit them up again. Finally Mr Traynor took pity and said I could stop. "That's enough for now. Now let's get you clean. "
He pointed to the shower, "Get in" I crawled over. I was in a kneeling position. It was only now that he I noticed he was head to food in leather. All black except for an ominous red tie. He unzipped his trousers and fulled out his dick. and pointed it at my chest, the force pressure removed some of the vomit that had stuck to my skin. My initial thoughts were, that I wanted so much to drink it, but was also grateful that he was helping me remove the shoe that was stuck to my body.
He reached in and turned on the shower, and took a step back. The shock of cold water made me scream, and it took a lot of will power not to get out of the way, as it was clear that I wasn't going to be allowed any warm water
Get washing, I grabbed some shower gel, and began to wash, it was a relief to get the puke off me.
Finished?
"Yes, " I replied.
"Ok Out. Watch your step you don't want to get your feet in that spew of yours." I looked down and there was still a puddle of my vomit on the floor. A reminder of my earlier shame.
"Follow me" I followed him out of the bathroom .He opened a door and turned on a light, "Get up , and get in" A feet of wooden steps greeted me that led down to a basement. "Far right hand corner, and kneel" I followed his instructions, pending forward slightly to save hiring my head on the low ceiling. I was still damp, and began to shiver. I reached the bottom, and fell to my knees and shuffled over to the far righthand corner. Suddenly the light went off, and the door was closed. All I could see was a chink of light from the hallway peeking under the crack of the door.
It got colder, and even the light in the hall way went off, for much of the last few weeks it had been a struggle to keep my dick from getting hard when with Sir, right now it was shrivelled both from fear and cold.
Then the door opened.Footsteps, then the light came on. Mr Traynor began walking down. I was focused on the leather boots, as he moved my head and eyes lowered remaining focused,. I watched as he came closer. Step by step my vision was filled by the mass of leather. But I was still focussed on the boots. Suddenly my head was pulled back , and my face was slapped, and then spat on. Mr Traynor towered above me, his face obscured my a
Ready? Yes.
"Yes, what? ""Yes, Sir, I stammered, should that be a term reserved for Sir, or used when in the presence of all Men?
That's better. Now time for some discipline and punishment. You have been with me here for over five hours, and have chalked up a number of infractions. I don't like that, and the best way to learn is to be disciplined.
He walked to the middle of the room, and slapped a leather bench. "Here and bender" I crawled over and climbed onto the bench. My arms were secured, and I was blindfolded. He rubbed my back side, I twitched nervously.
Nervous? Of course you are.
I sensed some cold leather being dragged slowly across my butt cheeks. "By the way I'm giving you permission to make as much noise as you like. Whack "One" Whack "Two I began to giggle and laugh. "Three, Four" Finding this funny are you, "No Sir" I couldn't explain how such sessions always made me laugh nervously at first a defence mechanism I suppose. I took a deep breath, in a bid to suppress it. "Five , six, seven" Another laugh, I bit my lip"Eight, Nine, " "Fuck I screamed" "Thats' better Ten" That was for puking over my clean bathroom floor. '
"Ready for the next one?" "Yes, Sir". "One" I screamed in pain. "Not laughing now" The leather paddle had been replaced by a cane.I took a deep breath, and battled through the pain as he counted up to seven. "Eight," "Argh Sir" "Calling me Sir now are we" Good. This is what this punishment is for. I am always Sir, if in company, with your owner, or Mike, then Sir Charles. He again used the word owner, as a way of describing Sir. What did he mean by that.
One more to go. But I need a rest, and that arse looks as if it needs stretching. I felt the now familiar sensation of cold lube on my hole and the sudden invasion of hard rubber as a buttplug. I was plunged yet again into darkness and silence. I tried to blank the pain in my bum, both from the two punishment sessions, but now the plug that was stretching it. My wrists were also being to ache from being bound. "Sir I was sure was aware of what could happen to me, and I took this as meaning I was being subjected to it for my own good. after all training and development were both important to him"
The light suddenly came back on, this time I couldn't watch his decent, but I could hear, and the creak of leather as he approached me filled me with excitement. This excitement must have been evident as I felt his gloved hand squeeze the head of my dick. "Enjoying this then? OK time for the next and final punishment."
"Twenty".
I yelled. It was a flogger, each of the leather tails left a tiny trace of pain. "I forgot to say, I've added an extra ten, because, well because I can" "Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen" each contact was more painful than the last, I took a deep breath just before each one, but it did not help. By the time he was down to twelve I was screaming. "Not laughing now are we, why not?" The next three were to the top of my back, increasing the area of punishment, and therefore the intensity of the pain. "Eight, seven six" "Sir, Sir Please Sir."" Five more" " I began to sob, the pace slowed down "Four, almost there, three, good boy, two one more " Tears were running down my face as I struggled to breathe. The final one was a gentle flick, it hardly registered but was sobbing hysterically. He began to rub my cheeks, gently , blowing on them, and he slowly pullout the plug.
He moved round towards my head and crouched down. "You know what to do with this." He held up the buttplug. I nodded, opened my mouth and he slid it in. He then undid the shackles and slowly lifted me up, holding me tight in his arms he hugged me. That's all the punishment, for tonight. Before I forget, that punishment was for making me piss on you earlier. I like my slaves to drink my piss, using it to wash you off was a huge waste.
Slaves, he had slave, was I slave, Is that what he meant when he described Sir as my owner.? I was confused. Sir was an employer, and I hoped a friend. I I was a slave did that make him my Master. Before I could thinking about it any more I was on the ground.
"Upstairs" Mr Traynor / Sir, Sir Charles,I was now confused as how to address him walked up the stairs, I crawled up, as I reached the ground floor, he he turned off the light and closed the door.
You will see more of that before you return home. I followed him into his kitchen. Go over there, he pointed to a large sofa by a set of French windows. I settled down first on my knees then on all fours. After one ten minutes he joined me. He was carrying a tray.
I'm hungry, I'm sure you are. On the floor he placed a metal bowl. "Eat" inside what was obvious dried dog food. "It's that or starve" I greedily took a mouthful, after all a few hours earlier I had eaten my own vomit.
Let me know if you are thirsty, I've got a full bladder here just waiting ti be emptied, "Yes Sir" I said cheerfully swelling a third mouthful