My dream that night was all about submission, and how much more Master could take over my life. Jim woke me twice during the night to fuck me, making sure that my arse was full of his cum.
The lights came on at about 6 am, shortly followed by a naked Martin opening the cage where we had spent the night. Come on Bitch, let's see how, much of Cunt's cum is up that arse of yours. I crawled out and waited. Martin placed a container between my legs and removed the buttplug. He forced it into my mouth, almost breaking my front teeth as he did so"Clean that, and squeeze the cum out" The taste of my arse made me grimace, but it was a relief to have the plug out after so many hours, at the same time I could feel my arse empty as three loads of cum dribbled out slowly.
"Cunt, get out and get upstairs" Jim crawled out as ordered and made his way to the flat where his Master's had spent the night. "You stay there I need a piss" He folded his arms I approached his dick and without using my hands took it into my mouth, and waited. I didn't have to wait for long, and Martin as I should have expected was a hard and heavy passer, and my mouth was soon full of his acrid piss. "Like the taste Bitch?" It was horrible but I nodded enthusiastically, trying not to lose a drop. "You're a good liar, I've yet to met a urial that likes my piss, I don't want to either Drinking my piss is an act service I don't want you to enjoy it."
"Ok get upstairs" Martin picked up the container, and ushered me out of the surgery. Jim was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I was instructed to head into the lounge, "Let's see if you make a better job at being a table this morning, Philip wasn't; impressed by your attempts last night" Jim appeared and placed the tray on my back. Both Martin and the Doctor sat down and started to eat. "Cunt here's your breakfast" He placed down the container containing the contents of my arse I watched as Jim bend down and eagerly eat it all up. He got back up on his knees, and said "Thank YOU Master"
"Well done. Now go and get ready for your morning punishment" They continued to eat for the next fifteen minutes or so. After they finished I was ordered up onto my knees and a lead was attached to my collar. "Come on, you're getting punished too"
In what I guessed must have been Jim's bedroom before he became a slave a set of shackles hung from the ceiling. "Both of you stand, and look at each other" We obeyed. "Now kiss, a deep heavy snog" I tentatively put my mouth against Kim's and my tongue slowly entered his as our tongs started to battle for supremacy we found our hands grabbing each other, pushing our heads together. We screamed in unison as two heavy leather belts hit our arses. "Louder" Another whack, another scream, suddenly our hands were grabbed and our arms raised, and secured,"Ok count to Twenty, mess up and we start over. Bitch as our guest you can start'. The Doctor, said immediately aiming the belt hitting its target. I was in such a shock I didn't say a word. "Not a good start, let's try again, the sound of the belt moving in the air culminating in an other whack, "One" "Try again, this time with respect" "|One, Sir" "Two Master" "Three Sir" This continued until we reached the target of twenty. I was at the stage of sobbing from the pain, Jim, who was obviously much more used to such treatment was taking it far more stoically, and was barely shedding a tear. "How often does Kyle beat you?"
"Not enough Jim here gets beaten every morning don't you " Yes Master" "And we haven't finished" The two Master changed positions. "Counting down" Martin hit me with far more force that the Doctor, I swallowed the word "Twenty" "Fucking hell, you really are a dipshit. Didn't you learn from the first time. Kyle is right to call you IT, right at the bottom of the food chain" He hit me again, "Twenty Sir " All the way down to the final "One Thank You Master", which was screamed out by Jim.
The doctor had his arms around him and was holding him close cradling his head against his chest."He's a very good and obedient slave, as well as a living husband" He reached up and released Jim from the chains above him. I was left standing alone. The Doctor sat on an armchair, Jim sat in between his legs, his head against his Master's leg. As Master stroked the slaves head the Doctor addressed me.
"So did he tell you about how he became my slave" "Yes Sir" "Did it turn you on, what was, what is your reaction" "Yes Sir,It turned me on a lot it scared, it scares me. Sir, but it turned me on" "Tell me more boy" "On how much control one man has on another, and how dispensable that man could be" "No more control than your Master has over you, in fact your Master took far less time, weeks compared to the years it took this one to accept he was a slave. Of course he has the advantage that of being my husband. Kyle won't ever do that. not a sentimental bone in his body"
I watched as Jim nuzzled against the Doctor's thigh, an action which seemed at odds with the story from the night before.
"I wonder which story he told you last night, its a different one each time, but its always guaranteed to end up in the patient being fucked hard, and realising that it desperately needs the life of slavery it has entered. I'll leave it to you to work out what was true and what wasn't"
As he said this Martin's voice came from the bathroom. "Oi, we're out of toilet paper again" The Doctor looked at Jim "Looks as if you have an unexpected second breakfast, better get going" Jim scurried cheerfully to the bathroom
"Time to tell you the truth. He's my slave, has been since we first met, he's my husband. I call him Cunt, Jim, James, even darling and sweetie when caught off guard Depends on the minute, hour day. I control his finances. Martin, is a lodger, a sadist but just a lodger., one with benefits. He has regular access to the slave. Jim discovered he loved scat play, I don't so Martin has a lot of fun in that department. The tattoos, all real, and there will be more, and yes one day there will be one on the face. I've no idea what else he said, but it clearly turned you on. That tells me there is no turning back. You always have been, and always will be a slave. All that remain now is for me to give advice to your Master on how you can be a better one.
Now go and shower. I've got a report to finish. Your Master will be here soon.
Half an hour later I was back in the examination room, kneeling waiting for Master. The Doctor was testing my gag reflex one final tine, his latest gloved hand was probing my mouth checking to see which bits of the mouth created the loudest retching noise. This was followed by his pissing down my throat and another intimate examination of my cock and balls. 15 minutes of increasingly painful grabbing, pulling and slapping.
"Ok get dressed'
"Master, Sir Kyle is here" Master was let into the room. The Doctor released me and I shuffled over to him. Kissing his boots. He grabbed my chain and pulled me up towards his groin. His hand pushed my headlock without even thinking I opened my mouth and swallowed the spit that dropped from his mouth, "Thank you Master"
"Did it behave. It did. There some potential there if you are willing to put more effort into developing it. It discovered last night that slavery could go much deeper, even if what he was told may or may not have been fantasy. The Doctor handed Master an envelope. "My findings follow these it will be the perfect slave"
Master folded the envelope and placed it in his pocket. "Show your thanks" I bent down and kissed the Doctor's feet. We left the examination room, in the waiting area outside I tried not to gauge the face of the old lady sat there.
"Now let's find out how your life is going to change" I followed him up the pavement towards Soho.