By slave4Strict713

Tuesday – 8:00 p.m.

Andy was frustrated and horny. His slave cravings had been haunting him. They began with abduction fantasies. In college, he ventured to the adult bookstore, and through magazines and old Drummer reprints he discovered the world of Masters and slaves. It was like putting a match to lighter fluid. Since then, he had been working in a smaller city, with no real leather community to speak of, so he had been living vicariously online, spending his evenings and weekends in various adult chat rooms and masturbating to porn images.

There was a lot of shame around his cravings. He felt like he was wasting his life on the internet, but he couldn’t imagine that being a man’s slave would be the life his parents had wished for him. At 27, he hadn’t even bolstered the courage to tell them he was gay. His whole life he worked like crazy to be what everyone else expected. He was viewed by those who knew him as bright, educated and a hard worker. The thought of those same people finding out about his slave desires was terrifying.

What Andy desired, at his core, was to have a strict Master own him completely and add structure and discipline to his life. He wanted to be fully “out-of-the-closet” with his slave nature to at least that one person on the planet, and valued for what he really is. A Master who could make decisions for him and put him in his place scrubbing floors and toilets — and serving sexually. Andy’s conscious thoughts and upbringing, however, made him feel that these desires were to be avoided.

His pubescent abduction fantasies made Andy especially sensitive to being restrained or kept captive. The idea of being kept restrained or captive not only sparked the core of his submissive desires, it made him feel, in a perverse sort of way, valued — valued enough to want to keep. A Master who valued him would want to keep him on a short leash, to make certain he didn’t stray from his core purpose or get distracted by other things in life. As a result, he fantasized about strict Masters who took ownership very seriously.

Andy sat down at his home computer and launched a browser. He began typing search terms “master slave gay permanent ownership” and hit return. There were some number of Masters out there who require real and permanent ownership. He though it would definitely be intoxicating to chat with them, so he wondered if there was a place on the internet where he could find and contact these types of Masters.

He started looking through the search results, skipping past the usual pornography and pay sites. About 12 pages deep in the results, he read a listing for “Gay Master Slave Discussion Groups” and clicked on it. It was a list of discussion boards. One of the groups was titled “REAL AND PERMANENT ENSLAVEMENT,” which is probably what picked up Andy’s search terms. He clicked on it and was taken to a page displaying a description of the discussion group:

“This is an adult group for gay Masters and slaves seeking permanent 24/7 ownership. This group is NOT for the faint of heart. It is only for those who are ready to be taken into servitude and slavery and those who know how to make that happen. LEGAL DISCLAIMER: You engage in the use of this group discussion at YOUR OWN risk. If you wanted a fantasy you wouldn’t be here, would you?”

Andy decided to register and post a profile on the board, along with a number of photos. He also provided a fairly precise description of what he craved.

 

Wednesday – 8:10 p.m.

 

Andy logged into the discussion board again. About a minute after logging in, an instant message appeared from DomMaster23:

“Has it been taken yet?”

“No Sir,” Andy replied.

“Phone number, slave — NOW.”

Andy’s cell phone rang from an unknown number. “Hello.”

“Is the slave alone?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Does it live alone?”

“Yes Sir.”

“The slave will now strip and get on its knees.”

“Does it understand that a slave is property — period? That it is not a man? That it is a slave pretending to be a man? Has it noticed that it is unable to stop seeking a real Master to own it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That means it is a slave. And eventually its presenting itself to real Masters will result in its enslavement, with or without its consent. Does it understand what it means to be taken?”

“Yes Sir. it is looking for the right situation and Master. With that in place, it is more than open being taken into custody.”

“And enslaved permanently?”‘

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well, slave. Read my profile carefully and thoroughly. My profile describes exactly the ‘situation’ it would be getting itself into, and the type of Master I am. If it wishes to explore possibilities with this Master, it will respond via instant message indicating that I am the ‘right’ Master, and that I offer the ‘right situation.’ I want a yes or no answer within an hour. There are no buts, questions or half-baked responses. It is either YES or NO. Is that clear slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good slave. I am Master Burke. Dismissed.”

Click. Then, dial tone.

Andy clicked on Master Burke’s profile to view it. Wow. He would keep a slave naked, collared, shaved, buzz-cut and in shackles, with just enough mobility to perform housework. He would also require His slave to sleep in a sleep sack and eat out of a dog bowl. The primary purpose of a slave, in His view, was to serve sexually and domestically. He also expressed His views on ownership: that a slave was property, to be kept in its place. He indicated His seriousness about disciplining His slave to secure its full obedience.

Most Masters Andy had interacted with online were either ugly or didn’t think about slavery in the same way. In contrast, Master Burke’s photos were breathtaking. Not in an 8-by-10, glossy way, but he was masculine, fit, 46 and rugged-looking. One photo showed His large cock, which was looking amazing, and His profile shared that he was 7 by 6 cut. Andy was more into girth and knew that 6 inches in girth was about the max he could take into his mouth. In short, DomMaster23’s photos were amazing. But it was the text on His profile that left Andy speechless:

“A slave is property — PERIOD. it needs to be stripped of not just its clothing, but its rights, dignity, privacy, excuses, freedom and that external facade that it wears in its attempts keeps the world from knowing who and what it really is — its identity and individuality — must also be completely removed (shaving, buzz-cut, hooding, objectification, etc.). The slave shall be put in its place — naked, collared, shackled (just enough mobility to perform housework, in chastity, and often muzzled. Every sentence spoken will begin and end with “SIR,” although it won’t speak unless it is spoken to. The slave shall perform housework, cook meals, serve sexually and keep its body fit for My use. it will eat out of a dog bowl and sleep in a sleep sack. The slave will be trained and disciplined to complete obedience. it will follow My rules, orders and to a schedule approved by Me. Any deviations require permission or approval. it will NEVER stand in my presence or use furniture in private (unless necessary to obey an order I have given it), and it will not so much as piss without getting My permission.

Sex will be varied, but generally consists of the slave serving My cock with its mouth and ass. I enjoy restraining my slave while I fuck its mouth and ass. Once collared, I always bareback and breed its mouth or ass EVERY time. My slave will work to bring My cock as much pleasure as possible.

ALL of My requirements are mandatory and non-negotiable. If it is still reading this, it knows what it is, and knows that it needs. it will respond now, and get ready to simplify its life.”

 

Wednesday – 9:07 p.m.

 

Andy was nervous but extremely hot for this Master, and the hour was almost up. So he typed and instant message to Master Burke, “Yes Sir. it NEEDS that level of control, Sir.”

“Of course it does. it is a slave.” There was a short period of silence, then, “I bet it feels flush right now, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Got a lump in its throat?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Cock swelling? Ballsack firm and tight?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And that was just reading about how it will be kept and used. Imagine how much more intense it will be when it is naked, collared and kneeling before me.”

Another pause with silence. Andy was craving this Master.

“Do I look like the type of Master it wants to worship? Do My pics make it want to kneel and serve Me?”

“You are totally hot, Sir. Yes, Sir.”

“From its profile it struck me as a real-need slave. A slave who is a good fit for a total-control Master. What emotions is it experiencing currently?”

“Sir, it is feeling nervous and submissive, Sir.”

“Is it nervous because it knows that this is right situation and chemistry and that I’m going to move this along quickly?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“The important thing at this point is that it listens to its desires. its actions will be determined by Me. I can get it to the place it ultimately wants to be, but it will have to obey ALL of My instructions to the letter from this point forward to get there. Is that clear slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“First things first, slave. Until I make My final decision on collaring it permanently, it is provisionally collared. it is my property for evaluation purposes. it will put a message at the top of its profile that says ‘PROVISIONALLY COLLARED BY A MASTER. THIS SLAVE NOT PERMITTED TO INTERACT WITH OTHER MASTERS. ALL MESSAGES WILL BE FORWARDED TO ITS MASTER FOR REVIEW.’ Is that clear slave?”

“Yes Sir.”

“it is owned now, so it will start using proper slave speech etiquette. All sentences begin and end with Sir. Is that clear?”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“That’s better. it may ask for permission to speak or to go to the bathroom. Otherwise it will only speak when spoken to. Got it slave?”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“Before we go any further, I will need to arrange for a Master in your town to inspect it, because We/we live in different parts of the country, and report back to me. In preparation for that inspection, it will begin strict slave grooming. That means a No. 2 buzzcut and complete body shaving. The shaving will commence as soon as we finish this conversation. The buzz cut will be done by 7 p.m. tomorrow, and the slave shall shave again every morning and clean the slave ass with an enema syringe. Understood, slave?”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“Good. It will report back via IM at 7 p.m. tomorrow night. Dismissed.”

 

Thursday – 7 p.m.

 

“Sir, Your slave is naked and awaits Your instructions, Sir.”

“Good slave. Has it fulfilled My orders?”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“So ALL of its body hair, pubic hair, ball hair, and ass hair is gone, correct?”

“Sir, yes Sir. Sir, it is completely gone, Sir.”

“Very good. Look down at your smooth crotch, slave. Now everyone who sees it naked can tell that its a slave. its grooming is now controlled by Master. I’m sure it has looked at its buzzed hair in the mirror. I’ve removed its hairstyle. It’s gone. No more individuality. Every part of its existence will be aligned with the fact that it is a slave.”

“its inspection with be tomorrow, Friday, at 2 p.m. it will arrange to be there exactly on time. If it is 1 second late W/we are done. it will report to the Target parking lot on San Felipe at that time. it will walk around to the back of the building, stand there and wait. it will be wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Master William will pick the slave up and take it to a private location for its inspection. it will obey all of Master William’s instructions and will not speak unless spoken to. If it passes inspection, it will have a lot to do this weekend, so it will clear out its schedule. Understood slave?”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“Don’t disappoint Me, slave. Dismissed.”

 

Friday – 1:56 p.m.

 

Andy was very nervous as he sat in his car in the Target parking lot. He took a deep breath. ‘Time to get out of the car,’ he thought as he opened the door. He walked around to the back of the building. Several minutes seemed like an eternity.

A white SUV pulled up alongside Andy, and the drivers side window came down. “Master Burke’s slave property?”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“I see. While it is in my custody it will follow ALL of My instructions without question or hesitation. Is that clear?”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

Master William put the car in park and got out. “This way, slave cunt.” Andy followed Him to the back of His SUV. He opened the back doors. “Bend over and place wrists behind back.” Andy obeyed. “I said BEND OVER!” Master William pushed down on Andy’s back until his chest was on the floor of the SUV. He then peeled off a strip of duct tape and bound Andy’s wrists with it. Then He peeled off a larger quantity and taped Andy’s mouth shut, going around the back of the neck several times to ensure that it was secure. “Get in, slave.”

Andy started climbing in the best he could. Master William grabbed Andy’s ass and pushed him the rest of the way in. A small black cloth bag then was placed over Andy’s head. It had a drawstring that was pulled taut to ensure it wouldn’t come off. “Stay on the floor, slave.” The doors shut. The SUV went into drive and they were off.

 

2:18 p.m.

 

The SUV came to a stop, and the engine turned off. Andy heard the sound of the rear doors opening. He could feel his shoes being pulled off and then his pants. He felt a pull on his t-shirt and the sound of fabric being cut, then his t-shirt was pulled off of him. Andy was then pulled out and onto his feet. He felt the firm grip of Master William’s hand on his left triceps as he was being led, but could not see where he was being taken. He could feel concrete under his bare feet. He could tell he was now indoors, but it was very hot.

“Kneel, slave-cunt.” Andy complied. The bag over Andy’s head was removed and dropped to the floor. Andy could see he was in a small, nearly empty warehouse. There was a small office about 20 feet in front of where he was kneeling, the kind with windows from the waist up so a supervisor could see what was going on in the warehouse. Next to the door to the office was a metal box with holes in it, about 3 feet tall. It looked like a cage for a large dog.

Master William started taking photos of Andy from all sides with a digital camera. After snapping off a dozen or so, He ordered Andy to bend over and took a number of shots of Andy’s ass. Master William grabbed Andy’s triceps again. “Stand up, slave cunt.” Andy stood up. “Feet together. Stand at attention. That’s a good slave,” he said as he let go of Andy and started taking more pictures.

Master William then grabbed Andy by the triceps again and led him toward the office.

“We will have to wait for Master Burke to review these photos.” They stopped in front of the door to the office. “The slave-cunt will wait here until He gives us feedback.” Master William pointed to the metal box on the floor. The front and top had panels that swung open. “Sit facing the front, slave.” He helped Andy maintain his balance. After seated, a strap was placed around Andy’s neck and was secured to the back wall of the cage. It was much narrower that it looked at first. Barely wide enough to fit Andy’s shoulders.

Master William left Andy and walked into the office. Andy could hear typing on a computer in the office.

“Hey, sent you the pics …” Andy heard Master William talking on the phone, but couldn’t hear the voice on the other end. “Did you get them?”

“Good.”

— Pause —

“Yeah, this one’s exceptional. If you don’t want it I’m sure I can get a good price for it.”

— Pause —

“Nah, the slave-cunt has been completely submissive and compliant the entire time. No resistance, no hassles.”

— Pause —

“OK. Call me back in a few once you’ve finished reviewing the pics.”

Master William came out of the office. He cut a small slit in the duct tape where Andy’s mouth was, and pushed a clear flexible tube through the duct tape into Andy’s mouth. The other end went through one of the holes in the cage to the outside. He then placed more duct tape over Andy’s mouth, securing the tube in place.

“If its thirsty, drink. We’ll hear back from Master Burke on the photos shortly.”

Andy sucked on the tubing and found cool water flowing into his mouth. It felt good. Master William closed the front panel of the box, but left the top panel open, then returned to the office. Andy continued to enjoy the cool water, as his skin had accumulated a thin layer of sweat in the hot warehouse.

Another man arrived and walked in the office, not even giving Andy a glance.

“You’re late!”

“Yeah, well, traffic.”

“Never mind. I think this one’s a done deal. We might as well get it prepped.”

“Cool.”

Master Williams’s cell phone rang.

“Hello.”

— Pause —

“Great.”

— Pause —

“No problem. We’ll take good care of your property.”

The two men came out of the office and stood next to the cage.

“Is it a fresh one?”

“Yeah, but its been pretty well behaved so far.”

“We better muzzle it, just to be safe.”

“Alright.”

Andy was a bit confused and scared. The second man left for a minute and came back with a medical-restraint style leather muzzle with lots of padding through the mouth section. It had large brown leather straps that fastened behind Andy’s head. The duct tape and water tube were still in place, with the tube coming out of the side of the muzzle.

“Still getting water, slave-cunt? Suck on the tube.” Andy sucked and water still flowed in. “Good.”

“Good news,” said Master William while looking at Andy. “Master Burke has approved its photos. The slave has passed inspection. I’m leaving it in the good hands of my associate here. Just a word of advice, slave: There is nothing it can do about what is happening to it now, or what will happen to it from this point forward. So there’s no use expending energy trying to resist or fight it.”

Now Andy was REALLY scared. ‘What have I done?’ he thought. This was just supposed to be an ‘inspection.’

Master William left. The second man looked down at Andy while he placed a bed pan on the floor of the box.

“I don’t know how it got to this point in its life, but frankly I don’t give a shit. My paperwork says it is the property of a Master Burke, and all I care about is delivering the property to a certain address and collect the other half of my transportation fee. The property will piss and shit in the bed pan, and remain completely silent during shipping. If it can’t follow those instructions, I’m happy to stop the van and take my cattle prod to it for as long as it takes to get it to cooperate.”

The cage was then closed, locked, and loaded into the van. In less than one week, Andy’s fate was sealed.

 

Part 2

 

Andy was on his way — naked, caged, neck securely fastened to the back of the cage by the wide leather strap, wrists and mouth duct taped, water delivered through a feeding tube. A week earlier he was just a guy with a secret craving. Now, to his captors, he was the property of Master Burke, cargo to be transported for a fee.

Andy started to get scared. Thoughts like ‘What have I done?’ raced through his mind. He started pulling on his duct-taped wrist binds to get free. He pulled and struggled as hard as he could — and nothing. What would he do if he got his wrists free? He was still in a cage with his neck strapped and locked in place. As he realized how helpless he was, his fear escalated. By putting a profile on that website, he had triggered a chain of events that he no longer had any control over.

He desperately wanted to get out, but now he knew that wasn’t an option. Realizing that there were no choices, no options, Andy felt powerless and fully controlled. While still consciously wanting out, his internal desires betrayed those thoughts. Andy’s cock was fully erect. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. With each beat he could feel his dick throb. Andy couldn’t comprehend it. How could he consciously not want something, yet subconsciously crave it at the same time? Why did his submissive sexual orientation demand, and thrive on, the very thing he was consciously fighting to get free of?

The truck continued to drive into the evening. During the night Andy was able to sleep, at most, 20 minutes at a time. The next thing he knew was the sound of the rear door of the truck sliding up and open. Some of the dawn light pierced the holes in Andy’s cage. It was morning. Andy had a thin layer of sweat covering his body. His mouth was parched. He sucked in through the water tube and heard that sound you get when you suck through a straw and get mostly air.

The door of the cage opened and the driver removed his bed pan, then closed and locked the cage again. Andy could hear him moving around in the truck.

“Drink, slave.” Andy tried sucking in again and got something cool, wet and fruity, like Gatorade or something. It tasted great. Then he began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. He wondered if he had just gotten too dehydrated, so he drank more, eventually sucking the bottle dry, but he only felt woozier. Then it became clear: someone had drugged his water bottle. Everything faded to black.

 

***

 

Andy awoke to new surroundings. He was now in a new cage with bars and an unfinished, rough wooden floor. He felt a different leather implement around his neck, a collar. It was somehow connected to something behind him. His tape gag was gone and replaced with a full-head harness muzzle. The muzzle had a large, cock-shaped bit that filled Andy’s mouth. His duct tape wrist binds were gone, and replaced with suspension restraints that were locked to a bar of the top of the cage over Andy’s head.

Andy looked down at his crotch. A Houdini chastity cuff was now the new home for his cock and balls. The cuff had been clamped down so tight that Andy’s balls were bulging out from either side of the stainless-steel tube, and his sack skin was taut. His cock began to swell inside the tube. The chastity device was held firmly in place by a leather chastity harness. The harness had a leather strap that connected to the bottom of the cuff below his balls and ran along his ass crack up to the back of the harness belt in the back. This strap was holding a large butt plug in place.

Andy looked slightly forward from his crotch and saw that his ankles now had leather shackles on them, which were locked to eyebolts on the floor of the cage. His eyes looked beyond the cage at dark concrete walls and a ceiling of 2-by-10 wooden rafters — he was in a basement of what looked like a fairly old house.

The fear started coming back to Andy as his mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. He realized he had no control over what was happening. Despite his fear, his cock grew increasingly uncomfortable as it kept getting harder, testing the limits of the chastity device.

There was a staircase to the right of the cage coming down from the house. Andy’s attention was drawn to it, as light peered down from the top of the stairs. Then he heard the sound of boots striking the wooden treads of the staircase. He had company. As Master Burke reached the bottom of the stairs and walked toward the cage, Andy’s heart pounded visibly through his chest.

Master Burke was wearing leather boots, a jock strap and a black t-shirt. His muscular arms made the short sleeves of the t-shirt tight. Master peered into the cage to see Andy’s cock trying to escape the confines of the chastity tube.

“Looks to me like the slave’s predicament is aligned with its slave orientation,” Master Burke concluded. “Plugging a slave in both ends is very effective. Gets the slave just aroused enough to be submissive and compliant.”

“its profile said that it needed a Master that would be aggressive about moving things along. Guess this might have been a bit more than it was expecting.”

“I’m not without ethics. I only enslave REAL NEED boys. That is, slaves who need real and permanent ownership and can’t seem to stop looking for it. See, real need slaves end up spending all their free time wanting and masturbating, or looking for a Master. All that wasted time that could have been spent serving a Master. A real need slave isn’t of any value to anyone until it is collared and put in its place.”

Master Burke opened the cage and locked a chain to the suspension cuffs, then released the collar and unlocked Andy’s ankles from the eyebolts. With the click of a switch, the chain was being hoisted by an electric winch toward the ceiling. Andy had no choice but to follow it out of the cage. Within moments, the winch was lifting him off the floor, then it stopped. Master connected two other chains from the floor to the ankle restraints, so that Andy’s ankles were about shoulder-width apart.

“This slave fits the real need slave to a T. its slave desires have grown to the point where it can’t control them anymore. it was ripe for collaring. The fact that it placed an ad offering itself on a website catering to Masters seeking real and permanent slaves was quite telling.”

Master Burke started looking over an assortment of floggers and whips, pondering which he would start with. Andy’s eyes were as big as saucers, as he knew what was coming next.

“Let’s get a few things straight, slave. I paid to have it acquired and delivered. This slave now belongs to me. This slave is MY PROPERTY — PERIOD! it has NO RIGHTS, NO CHOICES AND NO WAY OUT.”

“Releasing a real need slave is entirely non-productive. A week after release, it would either be begging to come back or searching for another Master. That’s a waste of a week of productive service. A total waste of time. That’s not good for Me as its Master or for the slave’s development. So there won’t be any release.”

“Upstairs it will be living its fantasy life as my slave. While it will still be shackled up there, it will have enough mobility to scrub My floors and toilets, serve My meals, and to serve My dick. In contrast, down here, in the basement, is a life of misery. This is not a play space. It is designed for training and punishment.”

“Once I break its will, it will be allowed to progress upstairs to serve Me. During that service to Me, if I have the slightest problem with it, it will taken back down here for further whipping and training. How much time it spends down here is up to it. If it ends up down here more than I would like, I will increase the intensity of the whipping to make it more effective. We can do it the easy way or the hard way.”

Andy’s eyes were as big as saucers. He thought his heart would explode through his chest, it was beating so hard. The fear had him twitching with nervousness. Yet his face and chest became flush. He had a lump in his throat, and his cock swelled even more within the chastity tube. ‘OMG,’ Andy thought, ‘I’m in fucking deep shit!’

“We’re going to start with some simple affirmations. For now, the muzzle will stay in place. I will know what it is trying to say. it must first accept what it is, and that’s My slave and property. So when I ask it what this thing is, the only appropriate reply is ‘Sir, this thing is Your slave Sir. Sir, this slave is Your property, Sir.'”

“So slave, what is this thing in front of Me?”

Andy hesitated, not understanding how he could respond with the muzzle in place.

“Goddammit!” Master Burke picked up a flogger and started working Andy over. You could hear the sound of it swinging thought the air, followed by the thud of it striking Andy’s skin, then by the sound of Andy’s discomfort, muffled by the gag.

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

“See, it can make sounds. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Answer Me, faggot!”

“MMM – MMM – MMM”

“Hmmm, see, it said ‘Sir, Yes Sir.’ I can usually get it based on the context. So let’s start again. What is this thing in front of Me?”

“MMM, MMMM MMMMM MM M MMMMM MMM. MMM, MMMM MMMMM MM MMMM MMMMMMMMM MMM.” [Translation: ‘Sir, this thing is Your slave Sir. Sir, this slave is Your property Sir.’]

“LOUDER!”

“MMM, MMMM MMMMM MM M MMMMM MMM. MMM, MMMM MMMMM MM MMMM MMMMMMMMM MMM.”

“Pathetic! The slave is going to be whipped for weeks at this rate. Perhaps it doesn’t understand how serious I am about this.” Master Burke traded his standard bull-hide flogger for a braided cat. “Maybe this will get more cooperation. Each time I finish a set of lashes, the slave will tell me what it is. If I hear more conviction than the last time, the next set will consist of one lash. But if I hear less conviction, the next set will be 10 lashes. Since I was unimpressed by the last one, we start with 10.”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

“MMM, MMMM MMMMM MM M MMMMM MMM. MMM, MMMM MMMMM MM MMMM MMMMMMMMM MMM.”

“Better!”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

“MMM, MMMM MMMMM MM M MMMMM MMM. MMM, MMMM MMMMM MM MMMM MMMMMMMMM MMM.”

“Nope. That one pisses me off slave…”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

This went on for 20 minutes. The skin on slave andy’s back and ass cheeks were red and welted, with abrasions everywhere. The slave couldn’t think by this point, because all of its energy was going into trying to comply with Master Burke’s expectations.

“Very good, slave.” Master Burke unlocked the mouth insert, but left the head harness in place. “Now we start again so that I can hear it say the words.”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

“SIR, THIS THING IS YOUR SLAVE, SIR. SIR, THIS SLAVE IS YOUR PROPERTY, SIR.”

“Not good enough!”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

Whoosh – Thud – “MMMFF”

“SIR, THIS THING IS YOUR SLAVE, SIR! SIR, THIS SLAVE IS YOUR PROPERTY, SIR!”

After another 20 minutes of affirmations and whipping, Master Burke was satisfied for the moment. He placed two dog bowls on the floor in front of the slave. One was filled with milk, the other with dog food.

“My slave hasn’t eaten in some time. We have a lot of training ahead, so it will need to keep its energy up.”

Master Burke lowered the winch, and in a few moments His slave was on its hands and knees.

“Lap it up, slave! If it leaves a single crumb, there will be hell to pay.”

The slave feverishly consumed its dog food and milk. Ironically, it was so hungry and thirsty that all civility was gone from how it normally ate. The food and milk was completely devoured in a matter of a few minutes.

“Now it will show Me how appreciative it is for that meal by licking my boots.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

“Now, slave!”

The slave started licking Master’s boots.

“it is obviously not that appreciative!” Master Burked switched on the winch again and hoisted the slave up, then locked the cock mouth piece back into the muzzle. “I was going to let it rest, but apparently We/we have more work to do.”

“Mere compliance is not enough, slave. it will put all of its mind, body and soul into fulfilling my orders and all of its slave duties! Perhaps 50 more lashes will make it get the point.”

 

 

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