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Although the daily physical punishments for daring to wank had ceased I was still forced to spend my days in what was becoming my prison cell.
After three days I now had a welt under my nipple where Master had stubbed out his cigar, sleep through this period was disjointed at best as whenever I turned on my front I would be wake as the burn scar made contact with the mattress, but I was also finding myself touching it repeatedly, hoping that I may have acquired the first of my permanent marks as Master's property.
"Christ, it stinks in here". Master walked in unexpectedly. I had I thought become attuned to his footsteps but on this occasion I had buried my face into the mattress trying to inhale his piss I quickly got on to my knees, my head down. "Stale piss, and shit, I bet you love it don't you" Master lifted the container holding three days of shit. I was for the first time scared that he was going to introduce scat into my life.
He turned round holding the container and left me there, alone. I breathed a sigh of relief. Master shouted from the hallway, "Go and get showered, then join me for breakfast" Those last four words shot through me, I was going to be allowed to eat in the same room as Master for the first time in weeks. I hurried up stairs and water was still dripping off me when I knelt besides him on the kitchen floor.
"This has been a while hasn't; IT" Master said his mouth half full of toast. He beckoned me towards him , without being told I opened my mouth and caught the half chewed bread in my mouth. I swallowed "Thank you Master" "Hungry?" I nodded , after a diet of mostly porridge for the last few weeks I hoped that I'd be treated to something nice."You know the rule. Check Boy's bowl" I crawled over to the other side of the kitchen. My heart sank, there was at least three mouthfuls of dog food left."Let's see?" I picked the bowl up and shuffled back besides him "I might not have to feed you after all, there's enough there to see you through the day."
"I felt the tears burn" Could I even eat half a mouthful. "Get on with it" Master placed the bowl on the floor, and then forced my head towards it, I dry heaved, and was tempted to beg for a reprieve, but Masters grip on the back of my neck forced my closer, I suck out my tongue, I touched one of the meat nuggets. "Eat or starve" I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and took a mouthful, swallowing it immediately. "One down, one to go, this time chew, hit the floor when it's in your mouth": He pushed my face in further, I took the second morsel into my mouth, I tapped the floor with a lack of enthusiasm. Master pulled me up by the collar. I had started two chew, the taste and texture was disgusting, "Stop chewing, and open" Master laughed, as I knelt there , my mouth open with half chewed dogwood filling my mouth. He laughed "Ok, swallow" In its near liquified form it slid down my throat. It was horrid. Master handed me a glass of water, for the first time in ages I was not disappointed by the fact that it wasn't his piss. It took another five minutes before the bowl was empty, and another two before I had licked it clean to Master's satisfaction.
"Still hungry?"My appetite was almost non existent but I was desperate for proper food. "Yes Master" He handed me a plate, on it was a bacon sandwich. Proper food. "Take it" he said sensing my hesitation I took the plate and picked up the sandwich, I took a mouthful. "Thank You Master" I said with a fleck of bread falling on the floor.
"Make the most of that I'm not too sure I approve of you eating with your hands"
"Do you know what day it is? " I realised that I didn't. "It's Friday the weekend has begun, and this stage of your training has ended". I looked at Master confused. "Where's your room? " I hesitantly pointed to where I had spent the last whatever many days. "Not anymore" Master stood up "follow me."
I crawled after him as he climbed the stairs, I was hesitant about he had next planned for me since declaring myself his slave I had slept in his garden shed, outside exposed to the elements and for the last month I had been for the most part confined to a semi dark room and a piss soaked mattress. I followed him into his room. At the foot of his bed , on the floor a duvet, and two pillows. "From now on that's where you sleep, unless, you fuck up majorly, and its back to the pissy mattress"
"What do you say?" Without thinking I got on my knees, and grabbed Master by both legs, hugging him I gently said" Thank You Master" I felt his hand rub my head "Good slave" I heard the familiar sound of a trouser zip. "I think you deserve a treat" He pushed my head back I watched as he pulled out his dick, I opened my mouth and expected him to insert it and start to piss. "Hey, get to it. I hate cliches , but this is not going to suck itself"
I cautiously took it in my mouth and began to suck, as I did it got longer and thicker, soon Master took control of the pace and my on gentle slow strokes were replaced by short deep ones, I was starting to gag and catchy breath , as my mouth filed with saliva. But finally being used again sexually by Master even if I was little more than a human fleshlight was making my heart leap in happiness. I was starting to think that I was going to be confined to that piss soaked mattress for years, ignored except for the occasional beating. I was so caught upon my feelings that I hadn't fully realised that Master had cum inside me and had released his grip and removed his dick. "Are you going you that or not" He said looking down at me a huge smile on his face
"Sorry Master" the cum slid down, I savoured every drop of it. Bending down I kissed his boots. I had no idea when I would next be allowed to suck him, or taste is cum again. "That's enough" You have some clothes over there. Get dressed, we're going out. Boy needs his walk.
After weeks of being naked, or as a rubber gimp wearing normal clothes against my skin felt weird. When I finished I stood head bowed with my hands behind my back waiting for Master to inspect me. "You look almost human, one problem, how are people being to know what you really are?" Master looked at me for a couple of minutes, and looked in drawer. " Take that t shirt off , and put this on" He held up a black T-shirt on it in white SLAVE in large bold lettering. "There, and make sure that my chain is on show. Pulling on the t shirt I realised that he had described the chain around my neck as his, he was emphasising that I was his property.
We were back down in the lounge. Master was putting on his boots, I was resisting the urge to worship them. "Do you remember how to walk?" Before I had a chance to answer there was a knock on the door." Get that" I went to the door , and opened it. Dan was standing there.
"Good timing, I'm taking it out for a walk"
"Say hello to Sir Dan" I got down on my knees , Dan was wearing dusty work boots, rather than kiss them, I felt compelled to lick the toe caps, a later of dust coated my ounce, a sheen of saliva coated his boots.
"Where Daz?" "You mean Bitch, Daz sounded too wrong for what I'm turning him into, he seems to answer to the new name quite well though"
"Slaves do, I could call this thing shitywank stain, and it would accept it , wouldn't you?" I raised myself off of the boots, my look at Master an indication that he was correct.
"Let your self out if you finish before I'm back" "Thanks mate"
"Get out then" For the first time in weeks I was walking alone a pavement in clothes. Clean clothes. Boy was running ahead. Both of us it was obvious were pleased to be out of the house, and I could fully understand his happiness at being freed from the control of the dog lead.
In the park Master threw a stick for Boy "Fetch," Master took a ball out of his pocket, threw it in the opposite direction. "Now you fetch" I looked at him, "That's an order" Having being confined to the house for most of the past couple of months if not more running was almost an alien concept and it was a struggle. I picked it up and returned it to Master, who immediately threw it again"Faster this time" By the time he had repeated this another six times I was struggling to even run, and was seriously out of breath.
"Am I going to have to put you down"? He took out his phone , and dialled a number, he walked away pointing to a park bench and indicated that I was to kneel beside it. Boy ran over and started to lick my face. I was struggling to control him when Master returned, he placed his foot on the bench , depositing a huge ball of spit. As I was licking it off he finished the call, Ok, see you at 4.pm.
He clapped his hands , I looked up and he let another ball of spit fall on the ground below him he raise his eyebrow, an indication that even that had to be licked up. "Fancy lunch in town
Forty minutes or so later we were parking Master's car outside his office. The weeks I had spent there as an employee of the man I then knew as Sir , was almost a distant memory, had it even been real? I had been allowed to sit in the front seat, which pleased me as I was able to stare and Master groin as he drove.
I silently followed Master, and Boy as we walked towards Old Compton Street.
"When was the last time you ate with a knife and fork? Do you remember how to?" I admitted to myself that iI was quite apprehensive of a myself with such a rudimentary human behaviour.
We took a seat outside on the pavement. Master reached over the table and readjusted the chain to ensure it was on full view. The waiter totally ignored me and asked Master what we were having, Master pointed at the menu , it will have that and that, I'l have some soup and a steak,
The waiter gave me a snide grin, "Certainly Sir, water for the dog?" Master looked at me , then realised that waiter was taking about Boy. "Please, and for It too, I'll have a glass of red" The waiter left
"Crawl under the table" I looked around hesitantly. "Under the table" His voice became sterner. I knew not to hesitate any further. When I asunder he handed me an empty glass, I then watched as he unzipped and pulled out his dick. He inserted it into the glass" "Hold it" I held on to the glass and watched as Master withdrew the foreskin, and started to piss. The glass got increasingly full and I wondered if it would over flow. He stopped just in time. He took hold of the glass and placed it on the table in front of me , He dick was however still visible I reached over and gently sucked away the remaining drops, before he ordered me to take my seat.
The waiter was checking that Master liked the wine. "Good, but not as good as this stuff eh?" He said pointing the glass of anger liquid that stood in front of me.
We ate our meal silently, Master had ordered a starter of pate and toast for my starter, a risotto for my main. The former testing not only my ability to handle cutlery, I was fighting against the instinct to eat the rice directly from the bowl.
"Desert and anything else to drink?" asked the waiter, "Apple tart for me, that risotto was enough for it , and another wine please" "Would it like some more to drink I can provide some if necessary"
"Sure, you are very kind" Ten minutes later a glass of warm dark piss was placed before me. "What do you say?" "Thank you Sir" The waiter turned round to leave, when Master stood , and whispered in his ear. He picked up the glass and spat in it. "Extra flavouring, thank you "
I sipped my glass slowly, as Master finished his meal
Time to go, Master called the waiter over, paid the bill, "send me your details, I'm sure you'll have fun using it "Definitely, after serving rude bastards all day I like to let my frustrations out on a sub now and then "
Twenty minutes later, we were walking towards Regent's Park, we turned into o a side street, and Master rang the door bell, the door opened and we were in a reception area. "Hello Sir, good to see you again" "Hello Jim" A man in his fifties cam round from his desk and fell on his knees and kissed Master's boots. As he stood he spoke again " Dr Phillip won't be long , please take a seat. Hello Boy. Your'e looking well" He patted Boy. He made no effort to engage me whatsoever.
Master sat down Boy on the floor on be side, me on the floor on the other. Five minutes or so later a door opened, a bear of a man in his early forties who I assumed to be Dr Phillip stood there, in a white Doctors jacket . "Kyle, how are you, it's been at least a year, come in"
Master stood up, looking at Boy, "Stay" looking at me "Follow me" I crawled after him and entered the room.
Master and the Doctor gave each other a long lingering kiss. "So what do we have here?" "My latest acquisition, I decided it's time that it had its first proper examination." "Excellent, without looking at me the Doctor patted an examination bench, "strip and get up here,"As he turned he snapped on a pair of blue latex gloves. his mouth transformed from a stern start to a wide grin and back