My Master's Slave

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

I obviously fell asleep sometime in the night. As I opened my eyes to the artificial morning light I realized that it wasn’t a dream. This was the real thing. Hell, even a terrible nightmare couldn’t have been that bad. I lay there for a few moments and realized what I had done. I made a decision that I would make the best of this hideous situation until I could change things. I certainly wanted to avoid another whipping if at all possible. The next one would certainly be a lot worse.

After going to the toilet, using the squeezable bottle of douche and washing up a little I pushed open the door and went to the kitchen. I figured I’d put on a pot of coffee before going to see him. Reluctantly I made my way to his bedroom.

“Good morning, Master. Would you like to f**k my p***y this morning? It would really please me to be able to service your big, beautiful cock.”

“It’s so nice of you to offer, slave. You seem to be learning quite quickly. Why don’t you climb under the covers and give it a little lube before I use your little cunt.”

After a little bit of foreplay, he was pounding my ass for all it was worth. He took a long time ramming all of his meat in and out of my tender ass before he finally filled my insides with his c*m. After he pulled out I spent several minutes cleaning and sucking his mighty shaft. Finally, with a sharp slap on my already battered ass, he sent me to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast.

“Would you like your breakfast in bed or would you prefer to come to the table this morning, Master?”

“I’ll come out. Just call me when it’s ready if I’m not already there.”

“Yes, Sir.”

As I was putting the food on the table he appeared in a black silk robe. “After you eat and clean up the kitchen, go in and get yourself ready to go to class. I laid out clothes for you to wear. They’re on your bed.”

“Thank you, Master.”

We ate and talked about the trip to the city later today. Phil said he would pick me up after class, come back here so I could get ready and then we would be off. I didn’t know what to make of the trip. At least I figured it would be better than staying here and servicing him for the entire weekend. Then I realized that no matter where we were, my ass and mouth would be his sperm receptacles. I guess that was going to be my life from now on.

I quickly showered and looked into my little mirror. Even by standing on my tip toes and twisting and turning a bit I couldn’t get a good look at my ass. Finally, I dragged over my table and got up on my knees. Boy that was a real shocker. I couldn’t believe the black and blue marks that highly colored my bottom after such a little whipping. I ran my hand across the blackened, diamond shaped welts and realized that the present soreness was going to make my two hour lecture this afternoon a very trying experience. But I guess I would have to deal.

I was a little hesitant to see what clothes he had laid out, knowing the fiendish thoughts that went through his mind. I was pleasantly surprised. Yea there was a dark red satin thong highlighted with little black hearts, but everything else was quite masculine. A pair of dark brown cargo shorts and a t-shirt was not what I actually expected. I realized the tee was actually a woman’s. The shorter sleeves and slightly lower neckline were a little obvious. The printing on the beige shirt wasn’t something I would have picked, but it was better than some things he could have chosen. There was a pair of antique Darby style handcuffs with the word Got printed above and a little to the right of the cuffs.

Phil dropped me off on campus and reminded me of my obligation to him. He warned me to be back here right after class or I’d pay a very painful price for disobeying him. He said that he trusted me. Violating that trust would mean the immediate release of the video to the world. I promised him I would be there on time.

Luckily, I avoided my ex-girlfriend as I made my way to class. My roommate, however, was a different story.

“Where you been? You didn’t make it to class yesterday and didn’t come back to the dorm last night?”

“It’s a long story. I got involved with a friend and lost track of the time. I’ll tell you all about it later. Look I got to get to class.”

“What ya doing tonight. Want to get some beers down at The Rail later?”

“Maybe, we’ll see. I’ll catch you later.”

“Oh, Brittany called me. She said that you dumped her. She was a little upset. She told me that you were seeing someone else. Is that true? Who is she?”

“I’ve got to go. I’ll tell you when I get back from Chicago.”

“Chicago! Why the f**k are you going to Chicago? When you going?”

I didn’t answer his questions, but just walked away hoping that he wouldn’t see the words on my necklace. That would be even harder to explain.

“Hey, wait a minute, Dip s**t. When are you going to the city?” he yelled.

I just walked on and ignored his questions. I didn’t want to be late to class or discuss what was really going on in my life.

With everything that happened yesterday, concentrating on classes, let alone sitting for nearly three hours on a very sore ass was extremely difficult. I was actually glad when three o’clock rolled around.

I walked to the backside of the lecture hall and he was waiting.

“Hi, Master, been waiting long?”

“No, just got here. We’re going to make one stop on the way back at the house,” he said as I got in his car. “Just go with the flow, okay? Oh, by the way, I sort of like your shaggy, dirty blond hair like that. Later on we’ll lighten it a little,” he said as he drove off campus.

A few moments later, Phil pulled up in front of a beauty salon, René’s Lifestyle Salon and Spa. “Come on,” he said after lightly running his fingers through my hair.

René was as gay as they come. “Oh, Phil, this one’s a real gem. He’s really cute and has such a beautiful little ass. Please, honey, sit right down here.”

Within moments I was sitting in this faggot’s chair and he was giving me the once over.

“Slip off your shoes, sweetie, so we can get started,” he said with a distinct lisp as he sort of flitted around the room. Suddenly he was painting my fingernails with a dark pinkish rose nail polish. “Don’t move, darling. We want them nice and pretty for the weekend.”

I really wanted to jump out of the chair in protest, but Phil was watching me closely and had that look on his face. He sensed that I wanted to make a break for it. After the queer guy finished with my fingers he continued to use the same color polish on my toes. Again I glanced at Phil with that look of disgust, but I didn’t dare move.

With all my nails polished with that feminine pink color he reached up and moved my hair around a little. “He has such lovely natural curls. If I had an hour I could add some beautiful lighter blond highlights and shape his hair just a tiny little bit. Oh f**k, he’d be so hot!”

“Go ahead, if you want,” Phil responded.

Before long René was painting streaks in my hair and wrapping it with foil. He said that he would do my brows while that stuff was doing its thing. My torment continued as he painted hot wax on my eyebrows and ripped away the unwanted hair, giving me a very feminine look. God, that hurt!

A second coat of polish, followed by a slight hint of blush and a bit of lip gloss completed my makeover. My hair was rinsed and just patted towel dry before being allowed to dry naturally. I looked in the mirror and just shook my head in disbelief. He had created a very sexy little fifteen year old girl.

“Thanks, René. We’ll see you next week. He’ll look good tonight, won’t he?”

“Oh yea, you’ve outdone yourself with this one. He is so cute. Oh… I just love him.”

“Wait a minute,” I said as we got into the car. “What am I going to look good for?”

“It’s really none of your concern, but since you asked, it’s a little get together for Masters and their slaves. Just a few drinks and stuff.”

I really didn’t like the word stuff. That concerned me just a little. What was going to happen to me tonight?

Within a few minutes we were back at the house. “In here,” he demanded as he walked right to his bedroom. He immediately unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His boxers were next, exposing his rapidly growing c**k.

“On your knees and bring me, slave, I need it really bad. René was right. You look hot.”

This is unreal, I thought. All he wants is to have me suck his d**k and f**k me in the ass. For some reason, I just can’t seem to satisfy his lust.

Ten minutes passed as he rammed and jammed his c**k deep down into my throat. With every deep thrust my nose invaded his curly pubes. He was relentless as he f****d me. Finally, he blasted a load of hot spunk into the back of my mouth. Must have been lunch, I thought to myself.

“Get undressed. I want you to change clothes before we go. I’ve got everything we’ll need for the weekend already packed in the trunk. So let’s get started.”

He told me to leave the red thong on, but to slip into a matching bra. I slid my arms between the shoulder straps and wrapped it around my chest before reaching behind my back to hook it.

“Of all the slaves I’ve had, you’re the only one who has ever reached around behind your back to hook your bra. You do it like a woman.”

God that was something I really didn’t want to hear. As I adjusted the pretty little thing I noticed that the cups were slightly molded with foam. They were shaped like real, natural breasts with pronounced firm n*****s. My t**s were now perfect A’s as he handed me a skimpy white tank top. That was followed by a pink tank with a little bit of lace. The layered look was nice, but neither tank even covered my belly button.

“Here, put these on,” he said as he handed me a pair of the tiniest Daisy Dukes you can imagine. As I pulled them up, they were skin tight and set extremely low on my hips. The one problem, however, was the large bulge in my crotch. It wasn’t because of the size of my c**k and balls. Being very small framed and such, I’m not that well-endowed, but the heavy ball stretcher created a definite problem.

“All right, I’ll let you go this weekend without it,” he said as he went to his dresser for a key.

God, it felt good to have that damn thing off. My balls were not being pulled down and stretched out by that heavy monster.

Finally, the little slightly tattered denim shorts were back on showing a much smaller masculine bulge near the frayed bottoms. A pink baseball cap c****d to one side and a pair of white Pumas with pink cats on the sides completed my outfit.

“Yea, you look really sexy. Let’s go. I’ll buy you something special in the city tomorrow.”

We talked and I even napped a little on the three hour drive. Finally, we pulled into the underground parking garage of the hotel.

“Let’s go up to the room and get settled in. We’ll take a cab to the party so if we get a little drunk we can make it back okay.”

While Phil was in the john, I closely examined myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe that he had transformed me into such a hot looking little chick. The slight bulge in my shorts was the only give away, and even that was almost unnoticeable. I knew he wanted everyone to know that I was really a guy. I guess being dressed like this didn’t seem to bother me. As I looked at myself in the mirror I smiled and agreed. I was f*****g hot. There wasn’t a guy out there that wouldn’t give me a second look. At least he didn’t parade me around campus dressed like the little drag queen he was creating. But as I thought about it I figured that was only a matter of time.