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The sounds of the birds in the garden woke me, it too me a while to realise where I was, and longer to realise why, and I then remembered who I was. This had become part of my daily ritual in the week and a half since I was moved into Master's shed. That brief moment of confusion was getting shorter, and I hoped that soon I would automatically wake knowing my fortunate position as Master's slave, and stop having that memory of being Pete Mr Stephen's Dog Walker.
Each of the last 9, ten, or was it eleven days had been different , yet each one had also been the same. I would wake, and immediately kneel, waiting for His arrival. I had no idea when it would be. The lack of curtains in the shed meant that as soon as the sun rose , and the dawn chorus started I was awake. I was on my knees , waiting, within minutes. Waiting.
I had no idea how long it would be before Master would come to see me. It was dependent on if and when he was going into the office, if he was it could be as early as 6.00, when he would come in with my breakfast dressed only in his dressing gown, he would give me a good view of his legs, bald and dick. Sometime he would be dressed in his work clothes. The fabric of his formal trousers flattering the same legs. If he was working from home it could be as late as midday. Regardless of the time there was a routine.
The shed would be opened Master would enter and release the chain than connected my collar to the spike in the floor. I would then crawl out to the garden, where he had insetted another hook , after securing me to that he put the bowl with my morning meal. He would then take a piss. Making sure he was far away from me so that not even the smallest droplet of spray would come close. He was determined that I was going to earn the right to taste his piss. Each time he did I went through turmoil, wishing I could be his urinal just to taste it again.
I would spend the day in the garden, my range of movement limited by the length of the chai, After two days I stopped worrying about whether or not Master's neighbour's could see me. I may have felt shame and embarrassment but why would anyone care about those emotions If Master didn't care about the opinions of his neighbours or in this regard my emotions them I I would have to just accept it. I had no doubt there would be other occasions in the future where I would be expected to live with my feelings of shame.
As I no longer had any possessions, and access to TV, Master would announce the weather forecast for the day ahead before leaving me. Master has selected spot where I was most exposed to the elements , and had the least opportunity to shelter, I had experienced days of changeable weather constant drizzle, heavy rain, two scorching days of heat and heavy hail storm. The latter happened on the day that he was home, and although he come out of the house after it had finished and turned to rain, it was to check o the washing , and not me.
In the evening he picked he unsecured the chain, and pick up the food bowl. All done without saying a word. He would return to the house, and some tome later place the bowl on the paved patio area outside his back door. "Dinner time" That first evening I started to crawl on all fours towards my second meal of the day.
"Stop," He possessed his foot into the small of my pack forcing my whole body into the grass "drag yourself over there, like a snake, no a worm. That probably the closest thing you are to being a creature right now" So very evening I would drag myself over a mixture of grass, gravel and concrete to where Master had placed my found, and later dragging my self back so I could try and have some sleep.
Today was obviously one of Master's working from home days, I had been on my knees waiting for what seemed like hour relieved as two heavy rain showers had passed over. Finally the door opened. Master was in one of his expensive work suits, with matching silk tie and pocket square. "Looks like hot sunshine for the rest of the day."
He removed the chain, and left me The lack of instruction meant I remained inside the shed. It was not long before "Breakfast" was shouted. I crawled out and I saw Master place the bowl down on the patio floor.
This was a departure , from the of course I wasn't going to question it and I dragged myself over. When I reached the food bow, I got on my knees, looking down I saw the fish streaks of men, grass and wet first , adding to the layers that accumulated over the last 9, 10 11 days. It was then I asked myself whether I would ever be able to keep track of tie again, would I have the need to. I couldn't even remember how long it had been since I called Master about the Dog Walker advert, days, weeks months?
"See this" Master held up two pint glasses. Each one three quarters full. "Know what this is?" "Sush no need to answer, Of course you do .It'sPiss. My piss. My delicious Piss, and you really want to dink it don; y you ?" I watched as he poured it on to the paving slabs of the patio. Laughing he looked at me "Eat"
As I ate the mx of porridge and protein powder, grateful at last to have something in my stomach I heard a second voice. A familiar voice.
"So Kyle, are you going to introduce me?"
Mid mouthful Master walked behind me grabbed the chain around my neck and pulled. "Mike meet Slave. Slave meet Sir Michael" I quickly caught a glimpse of a sneering Mike, Sir Michael standing in front of me. He two was dressed smartly, in a pinstripe suit. Master released his grip on the chain and pushed my face into the bowl.
"He looks happy. Just think of the time he wasted before he realised what he was"
"You know me Mike, I'm never one to rush, but now we are where we are, I think we need to dispense with the word He. I don't think it's appropriate do you. He suggests some kind of human quality at the moment I don't think we are quite there. It's an it, well for now anyway. What do you think?"
"Sounds good" Pulling up the chain again Master looked directly into my fave " It". Master pulled me up by the chain again, forcing my head back so it was looking up towards the ceiling of the shed ,and his face. "Are you an It or a He?"
It took a few seconds before I blurted out "It Master.""Right answer" He spat onto my face, not a slow spit where it streamed from his mouth into mine, but one which sprayed all over. I knew better than to try and wipe it away from my eye.
"I'll leave you two alone. I've got a call to make" He released his grip on the chain and forced my head back into an upright position
"I'm looking forward to getting to know it." He said addressing Master. We were alone. "Starting from scratch" Sir Michael said addressing me. "Pete rather liked my piss if I recall, does Slave, I wonder? Stupid question it hasn't had the pleasure." As he spoke he took out a cigar and lit it. Then pulled on his leather gloves. I watched as he flexed and unfixed his hand into a fist. Taking a step closer he slapped my face.
"And?' "Thank you Sir" `"Sir?" "Thank you Sir Michael"
He pulled out his dick, and released a stream of piss on to the floor. I began to wonder when I'd ever get to taste piss again. As the torrent turned into a trickle he placed his hand int the stream. He used his other hand to shake off the last drops, and with his dick still hanging out of his trousers he beckoned me toward him with his finger.
"Looks as of I have piss over my hand.Clean it: He rubbed his hand over my face, and then forced it into my mouth. I started to gag, as he slid it back and fore. "Come on take it, you cunt"
He stopped seconds before Master reappeared, My eyes were stinging with tears Master arrived, I hope it wasn't any bother. "None." Sir Michael Spat into his hand and then ran it through my hair."It and I were just getting acquainted. Weren't we.
"That's work over for the day. Fancy a beer?" He handed Sir Michael a bottle and indicted that he should sit down. He pointed to a spot in front of his guest, "There" "I `m not going inside to get an ashtray so it will have to do" Sir Michael leant forward and pulled my jaw down and tapped a ball of still hot ash into my mouth.
The heat was painful, but finally being used again made me realise how much I had missed it over the last week. Other than that however they ignored me talking business, and Sir Michael's plans on taking control of a man on his Saturday football team. "
As they opened a second bottle of beer Master spoke. "Sorry about earlier, and you having to piss on the patio If Pete was still around I'd just slip out my dick and he's swallow it. Now I'm stuck with it, and there work to be done before it even deserves a single drop of my piss"
Peter was no more, I was it. I was on the first stage of a new journey, we both were. Kyle, Mr Stephens, Sir, Master, Peter, Pete, Slave It. What was next for me? I was apprehensive but was also confident that this was what was right. I had no reason to question any of the decision made for me since that first phone call, so I had no reason to question what decision would be made for me in the days, weeks, months years ahead.
"No worries, but look at the state of it that hair, that beard , when did it last have a wash?" Sir Michael leant forward spat in my face, and deposited another ball of ash in my mouth.
Master stood up. You have a point, I'm sorting out the beard and hair later, but first it needs a wash. Hold that" He handed Sir Michael his beer bottle and stood up, and walked towards the shed he left us alone for a few minutes. Sir Michael leaned closer, and gripping Master's beer in his hand roughly drew his fist across my lips.
"I was beginning to think that he was too slow and you would never turn." Master reappeared, dragging a length of hose behind him. This should help clean it up.