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"Stand"
I struggled to get up on my feet, the first time I had been upright I Master's presence for over a week. The first blast of cold water from the hose hit me, I doubled down and screamed.
"Silence" Another scream"I said shut it" Master turned off the flow of water and anded the hose to Sir Michael and disappeared into the house. Returning he waved a ball gag in his hand.
"This will stop that winning noise, you ungrateful worm.I'm crying to make you look presentable. Do you want to spend the rest of your time with me covered in grime and mud. It's not problem for me, but that shed will get cold in winter"
Master secured the gag, and grabbed my balls, and tugged. My scream was muffled. "Great it works , now let's get you clean" He threw a bottle of liquid soap at me and instructed me to soap myself. For a few minutes I had a respite from the jet of cold water, a brief respite, before the water returned.
Now indoors, I got on the flower ready to drag myself in. "idiot, after I've just spent time cleaning you up. Walk" After days of mostly kneeling, and crawling, walking in Master's company was an odd feeling. I felt apprehensive until I saw his face with a grin, and he moved his hands to usher me in. In the kitchen a large white towel hung over one chair, over the other a pair of trousers and a T shirt,
"Dry your self, and get dressed" I was confused, and it must have shown. "You'll find out soon enough" Rubbing myself with one of Master's best towels, I felt human again, but knew that before long he would ensure that I remembered that I was now just a slave. Trousers, T shirt sock shoes. I had almost forgotten what it was like to tie up laces. As soon as I was dressed I fell to my knees. "Sir Michael grabbed me by the hair and pulled my hair back. He blew a spit bubble, and raised his eyebrows. I opened my mouth, he moved closer, and clearing his throat emptied its content down mine. " He released me, I bowed my head "Thank you Sir Michael"
"Ok we are going into town. You know the drill. Silence, three steps behind, if standing hands behind your back. Open all doors I will allow you to address me as Sir in company. Of course you will be punished later for such impudence. Understand." "Yes Master"
"Excellent, let's go. Mike, I'll see you later" Master turned to me. "One more thing" He pulled the collar of my T-shirt and retrieved the chain collar from beneath it. "This lock must be visible at all times"
Walking behind Master I thought if I could make a run for freedom. But where would I go I had no home, my possessions were now at Master's and what would I do, but I also realised not only could I not do it, I didn't want to. Watching Master walk in his suit and tie in front of me I realised I became more aware that I had fallen under his spell as soon as I spotted him in the shop arranging to place his advert looking for a walker for Boy,
It was a short journey into town, we got off at Embankment, I followed Master up Villiers Street, and across the Strand, we were soon in one of Coven't Garden's back street. Master suddenly stopped, in front of a shop door. It was a tobacconist's the smell of tobacco, and cigars made me feel high. I could even sense my dick twitching in an almost Pavlovian reaction.
I stood a few steps behind him as he was served, he was called Sir throughout the conversation. They discussed some new cigars that had arrived recently and whether Master was interested. He held in his hand ,and with his finger instructed me to move closer, "Smell that. I bet you can't wait to inhale the smoke can you?" Without thinking I replied "Yes Master"
He looked at me and smiled. The shop assistant did too. I realised that I was not embarrassed to be known and identify as a slave in public. "Was that easy?" "Very easy Master" "I'm going to have to think f another reason to punish you now"
He paid for the cigar's and pointed to the door. I walked over and opened it He spoke briefly to the sales assistant before walking towards me and exiting. As he did so he looked me directly the eye. "You did well" "Thank You Master"
We walked silently for some ten minutes, when we reached another store front. I spend the door and followed Master in. It was a barber's. "Hi Kyle, I'll be about ten minutes if that's Ok, I'm running a bit late. " "No worries Brad, How are you Andy?" The red head in the barbers chair grunted his head had obviously been closely cropped, and Brad the barber was putting the final touches to styling his moustache,
Master sat down in a leather arm chair. I stood besides him, after a couple of minutes he clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor. I knelt down, my head bowed. Master placed his hand on my head as if he was petting me, I let out an involuntary growl.
Master, Brad and Andy talked over my head,I wasn't really paying attention conscious only about the word Slave. Suddenly Master was standing up. I stayed where I was, I lifted my head slightly and watched as he sat down.
"I need a piss" said Andy, "You know where it is, down stairs turn left" "There's a closer one than that, you show Sir Andrew, what you are good for. ` I lifted my head and opened my mouth" He unzipped his trousers and pulled out a six, seven inch cock. With very little ceremony she thrust it in my open hole and lost immediately it filled with his piss. Having been denied it for so long I swallowed it with enthusiasm, and was rather sad when the flow came to an end.
Sir Andrew finished off by spitting into my mouth, it was immediately evident he was one of Master's cigar smoking friends. "Thanks Kyle, I wish more men took their toilet around with them. It would save me so much leg work"
"Any time." He stopped Brad, mid snip, and turned to me, "Now whenever you see Sir Andrew you will offer to act as his urinal , understood" "Yes Master" Sir Andrew pulled my head back, and spat again. "My bladder is large, so you won't ever get thirsty"
He left, it was just Master and Brad in the shop, I remained kneeling as Brad took care of Master. "What do you think" "Great as always" Now what about him?" "Him? that's not a him, that's an it, aren't you ?, Tell Brad here what you are. " "I'm an It" "
"Ok. what about it" "I think you know what's needed, clean all over well almost all over" Brad turned to me. "Get those clothes off" I stripped placing the clothes neatly on the bench, and waited.
"Stand there" He sprayed my chest with water, and lathered up some foam and applied it to the skin. he repeated the process to my belly. Then pulled out a cutthroat razor and began to shave. I took a short intake of breath as he shaved around my left nipple, hoping he wouldn't draw blood.
"Ha!. Look at him scared I'm going to slip accidentally" He carried on, and started working the area around the right nipple. I held my breath. "Believe me if I slip it won't be an accident."He crouched down and removed my treasure trail.
"Arms up" I was used now to plain instructions, no please, no thanks. I had accepted it from the very beginning of my service with Master, perhaps that was one of the reasons he knew that I was destined to be property
In the space of a few minutes my armpit hair was no more. Next the hairs on my arms.
Putting down the razor. Brad grabbed the hair on my head. "Now let's sort this out" His grip tightened as he pulled me into his barbers chair. I looked in the mirror Master was reading a news paper, almost oblivious to what I was being subjected to.
Brad switched on his electric razor and began to hack at my hair. I'd last had my hair and beard looked out a couple of weeks before I called Master about that advert. It was there fore an unkempt mess, soon I was a number 0 the first time I had seen my scalp min tears. Next the beard , my chin had for various reasons been covered for the best part of a decade and a half, so it was a shock when I saw it. Brad had decided that it wasn't appropriate for the usual apron to protect my clothing from falling hairs, I was after all naked. Master looked up from his newspaper, and nodded.
"Almost finished" Brad picked up another bottle of spray, and applied it to my head, lathered it up and applied to my head. An hour or so earlier I had had a full head of hair and a large beard, now I had nothing just skin. "I almost forgot, he applied more shaving foam my eyebrows, and they too were gone.
"All done" Master stood up, but didn't move. He lowered his eyes, I scrambled from the chair and knelt before his. My eyes looking down. "Look at me" Obeying I saw him suck his finger and then traced it along my now naked scalp.
"Stand" I stood he turned me round "Now this is what a proper slave looks like. Well, mine do any way. Do you think you look better?" "Yes Master" it was a lie. Seeing myself bald clean shaven was a shock, and I knew it would take a while to get used to.
"Kyle, what about that? Brad pointed and my pubic hair which was still evident and untouched." "Stupid question, you know happens next?" Brad left the question unanswered Master breath was heavy against the back of my neck when his hand reached down and started to slowly lay with my dick.
"Relax and let it get hard. You know you want to I threw my head back slightly as Master's quickened the pace. The sensation of the friction of foreskin against the knob head was almost a new sensation after a few weeks of not having had it touched, Then it stopped. I screamed as he yanked out a handful of pubic hair. Then a second, and a third.
"Shut up, or I'll get brad to fill your mouth with some foam" The threat was enough I was silent as the hair was extracted."That's better" the rest can wait. Now get dressed.
I was still covered in bits of hair, which was scratchy and itchy. "Thanks Brad it may be back, who knows" "Don't I get to have any fun, I've been keeping my bladder full for the last hour":"Sorry, of course, you get to it" "I knelt back down and opened my mouth as Brad filled my gullet with his piss"
We walked towards Oxford Circus , outside a chemist Master handed me a tenner. Go integer get some Feet , that will sort out the rest of the hair. I ignored the looks of the other customers , and hurriedly bought what was needed. I handed it over to Master. "Well, I'm off for a quick pint, you head home. On foot, if you are lucky I'll still be back before you. If not I want to find you on your knees waiting. Perhaps you might want to walk really slowly. That's an order, I want you to be desperate to piss by the time I see you next. Just don't piss on the door step.
He silently turned around and walked towards Old Compton Street.