my past has been wiped out and there is only the present. The future
is something i never think about - it is enough that i am alive in the
here and now. And that present has a purity and a simplicity that my
past never had. i am a slave. i do what i am told. i accept what
happens to me. i am content.
i don't know where i am, whether
in a city or in the country as it was part of the contract i agreed to
that i would not know where i was going, or who i was going to. i had
been selected on the basis of the emails and photographs i had
submitted to the agency and told to go to a certain place, at a certain
time and wait. It was an hour's train journey from the town where i had
lived, and then a walk of about a mile until i reached the designated
spot, a quiet crossroads down a country lane. The instructions had been
specific - no possessions other than the clothes i had been directed to
wear (jeans, tee-shirt, sneakers, no coat or jacket even though it was
winter and rain was falling on me). No watch, either, so i had no idea
if i was early or late. Shivering with apprehension so intense that i
did not notice that i was cold and wet, i waited for my life to
change...
And what a change! i am a slave to a Leather Master
who keeps me in chains in a cage in a dungeon and uses me for his
sexual pleasure whenever he feels like it.
The first thing he
did to me when i arrived was to impress upon me that i am a slave and
must never, even for a second, forget this fact. So he shaved my body
totally, head, eyebrows, chest, groin, everything; and it is one of my
duties as his slave to keep this body in a state of total hairlessness
as a constant reminder of my state of slavery.
Then he made
sure that, by chaining me with heavy fetters, every movement would
remind me that i am a slave. A heavy metal slave collar was welded
around my neck, with heavy chains running to metal wrist and ankle
restraints, also welded. A heavy ball collar is welded round my balls,
pushing them painfully downwards and allowing him to grab them and
twist them as a way of controlling me. Apart from these heavy chains i
am naked, allowing my Master access to my body at any time. i am
trained to present myself to him, to offer up my body to him when he
desires it.
i am kept chained to the wall and sleep on the
floor of the cage. The cage is too small for me to do anything other
than kneel in it or lie down if i am curled up. At first i had
difficulty in sleeping as the fetters would cut into me if i tried to
move too much and the chain from the collar around my neck to the wall
is too short to permit much movement. But i have become accustomed to
it and i feel safe and secure, like a dog that accepts its new home
without question. i eat and drink from a dog bowl on the floor. i am
not permitted to eat with my hands but must stick my face into the bowl
like a dog.
my nipples and cock have been pierced and rings
inserted so that i can be chained in any number of painful and
uncomfortable positions when he decides to punish me and discipline me.
He also pierced my nose and inserted a ring as a further exercise in
humiliation. He says it will serve to remind me that i am a pig slave.
Ominous words at the time.... The piercings have not yet healed fully,
so that any punishment my Master chooses to inflict on my nipples is
more intensely painful as a result.
As a slave, i have no
rights whatsoever but must accept that i am a piece of property, owned
completely by my Master, to be used in any way he sees fit. i must obey
all commands and orders without hesitation, without question; it is
enough that he wishes it, no matter what it may be. He can punish me
and discipline me whether i have done anything to deserve it or not -
it is a high honour that my Master should deign to whip my worthless
body or grant me permission to worship his tall leather boots, the
symbol of his dominance and Mastery.
my only permitted response
to humiliation, degradation, abuse and punishment is one of extreme
gratitude to my Master. If i should cry out at any time or be slow in
thanking him for abusing me, then i know that i shall be punished even
more severely.
i have been systematically and thoroughly
trained to serve as his sex slave and i am fully conscious of the
honour bestowed on me. my slave training has been severe but i have
emerged as a real bootslave, a dogslave, a pig slave, grateful to be
the property of such a dominant Master.
When he enters the
dungeon, i have been trained immediately to get to my knees, bow my
head and wait in a respectful and subservient position for him to
unlock my cage. When he has done this, i crawl towards him, begging for
permission to lick his boots. He particularly likes to see his slave
grovel at his boots. i am often gagged so that i cannot say anything
but if i am not then i am only permitted to beg for more punishment,
abuse, and humiliation, and especially for the high honour of licking
his boots and cleaning them with my tongue.
All utterances
begin and end with the word "SIR" or "MASTER". i am not permitted to
use the word "i" but must describe myself in the lowest terms possible
as in "SIR, please allow this useless piece of slave shit to lick the
soles of your boots, SIR" or "MASTER, this dog turd begs you to piss on
it, MASTER". my tongue is not allowed to touch his boot leather until
he gives the command and then i must lick his boots with a proper show
of enthusiasm and respect. All my slave training is conducted at boot
level, and i am not allowed to stand in his presence unless he is
chaining me upright for a heavy whipping.
He wears full leather
at all times with a leather peaked cap pulled down low on his brow, so
that i can scarcely see his face. In any case, i am not permitted to
look at him but must keep my eyes lowered in his presence. He wears
skintight leather jeans or sometimes leather breeches with a broad
uniform stripe running down the side. As a special favour i am
occasionally permitted to run my tongue over his firm leather encased
legs and thighs; and sometimes even over his bulging leather crotch,
before unzipping the bulge with my teeth and working his cock into my
mouth and down my throat.
But his tall black leather boots are
my main concern and i spend hours not just licking them but cleaning
them thoroughly with my tongue. He will command me to start with the
soles. No position reminds me of my status as a slave more than this -
i am lying flat on my back while my Master stands above me, one boot
raised and pressing on my face while my tongue works on the rough
leather sole as it grinds down on me. Then i work upwards, around the
rims, over the smooth steel toecaps and up the long expanse covering
his calves, sometimes permitted to caress the boots with my hands as i
lick them. If he is wearing his hobnailed boots then i know i am in for
a hard time -if i do not lick them with enough devotion or attention to
detail then he will aim a few hard kicks at my useless body. And he
will press down hard on my neck with one boot, grinding the hob nails
into my flesh while i service the boot leather of the other boot.
He
has a large collection of whips, belts, paddles and crops hanging from
the walls of the dungeon and, selecting one, he whips me while i lick
his boots. Sometimes he kicks me round the dungeon with his boots while
he lays into me with his leather belt. i am ordered to keep trying to
lick his boots while he does this. He delights in turning me into a
grovelling, bootlicking slave, begging for ever more humiliation,
degradation and abuse.
Sometimes he punishes me by locking me
in a heavy iron head cage, hanging from a chain in the ceiling of the
dungeon. He will crank it up so that i have to stand on tiptoes, my
arms and legs will be chained spread-eagled, and he will leave me like
that for hours until my muscles ache. Then he will take a whip to my
naked back and arse, making me count the strokes and thank him for
whipping me after each one.
Whipping a slave excites him more
than anything else and when he has finally finished whipping me, he
will usually drop the whip and force his huge Master's cock up my arse
and fuck me roughly, his hand coming through the metal of the headcage
and covering my mouth, forcing his fingers down my throat.
When
he has shot his load up my arse, he will pull out, unfasten me from my
position, open a door at the front of my head cage, slap me down to
waist level and make me clean his dripping Master's cock with my
tongue. Often his cock will harden again while i am licking it clean
and he will stick it down my throat, making me suck it hard until he
shoots another load. Then i have to clean his Master's cock thoroughly
with my tongue. His realisation of my pleasure in cleaning him led to
the further humiliation of learning to be his toilet.
From the
first he had pissed on me as a gesture of his contempt. This led
inexorably to pissing in my mouth and punishing me if i should lose a
drop. Then, when he saw that i enjoyed cleaning his cock after it had
been up my arse, he led me on to cleaning his arse after he had had a
shit and finally to shitting directly into my mouth. His turds were the
size of his cock and i soon had the same zeal in taking them into my
mouth. When a slave is fully submissive, i have discovered, then there
is nothing that i will not do no matter how revolting it might have
been to my former self. You might say i have been mesmerised to the
extent that His desire is quite simply reason enough.
One day
he entered the dungeon, chained me firmly to the ground so that i
couldn't move, and buckled a leather plugged gag around my head,
filling my mouth so that i couldn't cry out. Then he lit a fire in a
metal brazier and stuck a branding iron into it. i knew what was going
to happen to me but was powerless to do anything about it. i simply had
to wait in an agony of expectation while the iron reached the right
temperature. Then, pulling it out of the fire, he planted it firmly on
my arse and branded me with the word 'slave' so that all who use me
will know what i am. Then, having marked me permanently as a slave, he
invited other Leather Masters to his dungeon.
i had to crawl to
the door of the dungeon and lie in front of it. When each Leather
Master entered, he would use my useless slave body as a boot cleaner,
wiping the tall boots on my flesh. Then he would stick his boots in
front of my face and order me to kiss them as a sign of my respect.
When five tall Masters, some in full leather, the others in full
rubber, had gathered, he told them that i am a trained bootslave and
toilet. Then, slapping me hard across my face, he ordered me to serve
them.
A wooden sign saying 'toilet' was hung around my neck and
in the course of the evening i was repeatedly pissed on and forced to
drink their piss. Crawling from one to another, servicing their boots,
i was used as a boot wipe and boot rest. Some of them were smoking and
at a snap of the fingers i would crawl over and open my mouth so that
it could be used as an ashtray. They took it in turns to fuck me,
slapping me and verbally abusing me as they did so, calling me a
worthless piece of slave shit, a dog turd. They gobbed in my face and
made me rub it in. Some would pull me up by my collar and order me to
lick the snot from their noses; or they would shoot snot into my open
mouth. i had to thank them for every abuse and humiliation they threw
at me. i ate their shit directly from their arses. Or they would shit
on my chest and rub it in with their boots, smearing my face with it,
ordering me to lick their boots clean. my face was pushed in shit,
rubbed in it and then i would be pissed on again.
The evening
was an orgy of abuse and humiliation for me, as i desperately tried my
best to carry out all the orders i was given by these dominant Masters.
Finally, when they had gone, my Master dragged me to my slave cage,
kicked me in and, as usual, chained me to the wall and left me lying,
still dripping with piss, my body covered in shit and welts from the
whipping i had received. The evening ended as it always does - he
walked to the gate of the cage and i crawled over and stuck my tongue
through the bars, whimpering like a dog to show how much i wanted to
service his boots. As i licked his boots, he pissed over me and then
jacked off over me, finally leaving me lying in my degradation.
it is a real slave fantasy ... love the picture Master use on the story
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