My Master's Slave

Chapter One-5

Finally, he was done. Twelve lashes of the hideous riding crop left his desired pattern on my ass. I would never be the same.

“I bet you’re glad you only got half a dose. Hopefully this has been a learning situation. You disobey me and you will feel my wrath. You know how hard I work out so I can give you far more pain than any of those women that you’ve fantasized about serving.”

He knelt down and unlocked my wrists from the front legs, but brought my hands up behind my back and fastened them together with one of the locks. After unlocking my ankles he fastened a twelve inch length of heavy chain between the cuffs. Slowly he helped me up to a standing position, but my legs were almost too weak to hold me. I was too exhausted from the struggle. I had used all my strength trying to escape and avoid the savage whipping.

Gently he pulled the soiled, stinking jock from my mouth and brought his drink to my lips. I was parched and couldn’t even speak as I swallowed the remainder of his Scotch whiskey.

I choked and coughed as he spoke, “Come on.”

As he helped me, a grin formed on his lips and a faint chuckle could be heard. He noticed that my c**k was standing up hard and stiff. Shyly I looked down at it, realizing that deep inside I was aroused.

Finally, by leaning back against the horse I was able to stand by myself. It was almost impossible to let my ass touch the leather horse, but I had no choice.

As I watched Phil pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, I knew what was next. He didn’t have to tell me. Moments later, he was standing in front of me totally bare-assed naked. I looked down and saw his huge c**k standing fully erect from between his strong, muscled legs. It was at least eight inches long and an inch and a half in diameter – maybe more.

“As you can see, all this fun and your wonderful pain have made me very horny. So….”

Without him saying another word I sank to my knees. I knew there was no use fighting it. Begging wouldn’t help either. I gently kissed the end of his prick and licked the first juices from his piss slit.

I had never given a blow job before and had only received a couple of them. Besides it’s a little hard to see how a girl is doing it when you’re eating her sweet snatch at the same time, but I tried. I licked and sucked and let him guide me through it. After mouth-fondling his large, firm low-hung balls and caressing the massive c**k I took as much of it as I could deep into my mouth. I started to gag as he shoved it further back in my throat, but he was gentle and slowly f****d my face. He tipped my head back and carefully pushed it in a little deeper. Again I choked and almost threw up as he gently worked it in the back of my mouth.

He held each side of my head as he thrust his c**k in and out. My tongue worked around its head and the f*****g continued for several minutes. Finally, I felt him tense as he blew his hot, fiery lava down my throat. I knew I had to swallow. There was no choice, so I did. After he was done I licked and sucked him until he finally pulled out.

“You did good, slave. I was a little hard on you, but I wanted you to learn the price of failure. Not following orders will get you a lot more of that. The next time I won’t be so lenient. Come on, I’ve got something for you.”

He helped me up and I slowly hobbled out into his bedroom, following him to his dresser. He opened a small drawer along the top and removed a velvet box. It was a medium sized gold chain which he held up for me to see. Between each link was a square cube with a large embossed letter. I looked at them. All four sides of the cube had the same letter boldly visible on the surface. It was similar to those necklaces that kids put together. But this necklace was his. Those letters plainly spelled one word - SLAVE. Three links separated the words, but it continued the full length of the necklace and would be easily seen completely around my neck. He put it on me and fastened it with a gold lock which was engraved with the initials PJM.

I quickly realized that no matter what I wore, the slave collar would be obvious to everyone. It was tight enough that it sat just at the base of my neck. Everyone would see the bold letters and monogrammed lock. I was his and I was marked.

He opened another box and pulled out a larger item. It too looked like a collar, but was definitely not for my neck. He knelt down and pulled my balls down to the bottom of their sac. Carefully he put two sections of the heavy metal sleeve around my scrotum and fastened it securely with some sort of a peculiar looking wrench. To make it totally irremovable a lock was fastened through two tabs in the bottom. My balls were now separated from the rest of my body by this massive weight.

“Only I can remove this lovely piece of jewelry. The screws take a special key. Actually the lock is only there for decoration. If you look down you’ll see that the band is also inscribed. It says ‘SLAVE – Property of Phillip James Madison’.

“This ball spreader is quite heavy as you can tell. The outer covering is gold, but the inside is filled with lead. It’s a full inch wide so you’ll have to get used to the stretching. You will constantly be aware of its presence and will always be reminded of me, your Master.”

He got up, looked me straight in the eyes and with a smile he quietly said, “I own you. You’re mine. There is no escape. You are my slave. Get used to it and make the most of it or you’ll suffer the consequences. The little bit of pain you felt today is nothing compared to what you’ll get if you ever try to leave me.

“Let me reemphasize it one more time. You are my slave. It is what you wanted. There is no possible escape. By the way, everything we did here today was videotaped and will look very voluntary on your part, so if you don’t want everyone in the world to see it, you’ll do everything you’re told. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Being my slave is not all that bad. After a few weeks you’ll find there are many benefits to your new life as well. But that will come later.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Would you like something more to drink?”

“Please, Master,” I hoarsely whispered.

“I’ll release your hands and you go get what you want. The fridge is full or help yourself from the bar. Either one. I don’t care. You might as well start settling in. Make yourself at home; after all you’ll be living here full time very shortly. Here’s the key to the locks on your ankles. I don’t think we need them anymore today do we.”

“No, Master,” I responded as I started for the bathroom.

“The kitchen’s that way.”

“I know. I was getting my clothes.”

“No, no…. You don’t need them. You’ll always be naked when you’re here in the house. I like to look at your hard, well-chiseled body and your nice tight, little ass. By the way, you’ll continue your workout program and keep it that way for me.”

“God, now I’m a s*x object,” I thought as I slowly made my way to the kitchen and filled a glass with juice. It felt good as it soothed my parched, strained throat.

“So do you have any classes today?”

“What time is it?”

“Quarter to four.”

“Not now. I missed Organic Chemistry, but I can pull the class up on the computer later.”

“What about tomorrow?”

“It’s Friday, right? My first class is at eleven.”

“Good. That gives us plenty of time. Can you cook?”

“Yea, I’m pretty good in the kitchen.”

“Well, let’s see. There’s some pork chops in the drawer in the refrigerator. Fix whatever you want with them. We’ll have dinner on the terrace at six. So get to work.”

“Yes, Master.”

After checking out the fridge and the cupboards, I started in. The chops were put in some Italian dressing to marinate for a while. I decided to cut some potatoes into wedges and shake them in parmesan cheese and garlic. I’d bake them in the oven while I fixed everything else. In the crisper there was a head of fresh broccoli, so with a little cheese sauce that would complete the meal. I guess I was lucky that my mother taught me a little about cooking.

As I started cutting the potatoes he called, “Another drink, slave.”

I took a clean glass from the bar, added some ice and a generous amount of 21 year old

Glenfiddich single malt Scotch. God that stuff must be expensive! “Your drink, Master. Is there anything else you need?” As I handed him his drink he just shook his head and continued to read. There was no thank you or anything. It was just expected.

At precisely six, I served his dinner. Even though I had made enough for both of us, I only served him. I didn’t know if I was allowed to eat, let alone eat with him.

Finally, he looked up and asked, “Did you fix enough for yourself?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Go fix your plate and come out here and eat with me so we can talk.”

Moments later I sat down to join him. Immediately I jumped back up, “Jesus Christ, that hurts!”

“Told you,” he laughed.

I ran my hand lightly over my butt. I could still feel the heat. The thick, hard welts stuck out like long strands of thick rope that were draped across my backsides. He chuckled again as I finally eased back down cautiously into the chair. I had no choice. It was sort of a grin and bear it situation.

Then Phil continued, “Being my slave is not like serving others. I may be cruel and enjoy making you suffer, but I expect you to be somewhat human. You will eat with me and carry on normal conversations. I won’t expect you to eat my leftovers from a dog dish on the floor like you read in your stories unless you’d prefer to be treated that way.”

“No, Sir. Not normally.”

“Good…. Shortly you will be moving into this house. This will be your permanent residence from then on. You will have your own room, not like mine, of course, and be at my beck and call at all times. I’ll show it to you after we’re through eating.”

“What happens when school is out? My parents will expect me to go home and get a job for the summer.”

“Well that’s not going to happen. This will be your home until I decide that you are no longer of use to me. It may be a year; it could be five – maybe longer. We’ll see. But you can tell them whatever you want. Maybe you can say you’ve taken a job this summer as the caretaker of an estate here near Purdue. That way you won’t have to lie to your mother. You’ll be taking care of my home as well as all my needs.

“Speaking of needs… I like to blow my rocks at least three of four times a day.”

As he told me about his s****l demands, I could feel the blood drain from my face. The reality of what I would have to do absolutely scared the hell out of me.

“I will either f**k you or you will suck me off every time I need to be satisfied. You will offer me your p***y every morning before I get out of bed. I like s*x with a morning woody. It gets my day started off with a bang so to speak. There are several bottles of Massengill douche in the drawer next to your toilet. I suggest that you use one before we make love each time, since you’ll be cleaning my c**k every time after we finish.”

“But three or four times every day, Master?”

“At least, usually more, but don’t worry. You’ll get used to it after a while.”