By Rubrpig

I stretched and rubbed the fur on my chest and sat up in bed.  Looking at the clock I saw that I had slept late but since it was my day off, it really didn’t matter.  I got up from the pile of blankets that was my bed in the corner of my bedroom.  Since I had been collared as a part time slave/boy, all of the furniture in my apartment was off-limits unless my Sir was visiting and ordered me to join him.

I wasn’t expecting a visit from him, so I got up and walked through to the bathroom.  I squatted over the toilet and began pissing.  The piss ran out of the bottom of the steel cage on the Carrara Chastity belt that I wore and had been wearing for nearly 2 years.  I wiped the drips from the cage and then moved to the shower and bent over while reaching behind me and pulled the butt plug from my hole.  I groaned as it slid out and stood up.

I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and switched the flow to the shower shot and I slide the steel tube into my ass and let the water fill my gut.  I pulled it out when my gut was pushing out and I stood up and waited for a few minutes then moved over to the toilet, squatted and let the water flow out of my ass.  I flushed and then repeated the enema.  For some reason, it took four flushes before the water came out clear.

I adjusted the temperature and took a shower making sure to flush out the chastity belt.  I felt the stubble on my head and lathered up and shaved my head.  I scrubbed my dark heavy beard, rinsing the shampoo out of it and putting in conditioner.  Finally, I finished my shower, and I dried off.  I picked up a hair dryer and began blowing the belt and my groin dry as this was the most effective way to dry under the belt.  Once that was done, I picked up the butt plug I had been wearing, cleaned it with soap and water, then lubed it.  I shoved it between the rear cables of the belt and pushed it into my hole, grunting as it slid in.  I had to be plugged 23 hours a day unless I was cleaning myself out or being fucked by Sir or one of his friends.

I walked out of the bathroom and headed for the kitchen.  I made myself some scrambled eggs and toast, putting them into my large dog bowl and sitting down in my corner and began to eat.  I was finally used to living as a slave and not using furniture.  I stood up, the movement caused the steel chain collar I wear to jingle as I stood up and washed up the dishes and pan, I had used for breakfast.

As I stood there, an idea for a new story began to form.  I had been writing bondage fiction which was published online on the MetalbondNYC website under the name of Rubrpig.  My writing had proved to be something that I had come to enjoy and when my Sir and I had been negotiating my slavery, I had received permission to continue writing as Sir had become a fan of my stories.  He had began reading them on the site and when He found out that I was Rubrpig, he was excited to find that he now owned his favourite fiction writer.

I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed back to the bedroom.  I had been given permission to continue to wear the gear I had began wearing when I first started writing as it gave me more inspiration.

I went into the closet and pulled out my 20” Wesco Big Boss Boots and taking a pair of heavy socks, I put them on and then pulled on the tall boots, fastening the 2 straps at the top and the strap across my instep.  I then pulled open a drawer and took the heavy posture collar and I wrapped it around my neck and then buckled it tight and taking a padlock, I locked the buckle.  My head now locked in place forced me to focus straight ahead.  I then grabbed my favourite pair of Japanese clover nipple clamps and moving over to a mirror, pulled my pierced right nipple out and slipped the clamp on behind the nipple ring.  I hissed as the pain hit and I repeated it with my left nipple.  I had 6-gauge rings in both nipples.

I stood still looking at myself in the mirror and then I adjusted the septum ring in my nose so that it was hanging properly.  My Sir had me pierced with the septum ring and nipple rings as ownership marks, so I had to make sure that I took good care of the piercings.

I walked out of the bedroom and headed for the living room.  In the corner of the living room was a small desk with a simple stool.  On the desk was my laptop and I was only allowed to use the desk and stool when I was writing a story.  I sat down, booted the laptop and began writing.  I had worked through the first page when the doorbell rang.  I opened the security software which the tenants in the building had access to and saw that my Sir was buzzing so I entered the code to allow him entry and got up and moved over to a spot in front of the door and knelt.  I bowed my head as far as the heavy collar allowed and lowered my gaze and waited.  The apartment door opened, and my Sir walked in, his heavy Wesco’s thumping on the floor.  The leather of his jacket creaking as he moved.

I went down on my stomach and crawled over to his boots and began kissing and licking his boots.  I cleaned the heavy oiled leather and when the leather was clean on each boot, he lifted his left boot and I turned over on my back, crawled under his left boot and licked and sucked the cleated boot sole clean.  I then did the right boot and waited for him to inspect his boots to make sure I had done the job properly.  He nodded and told me to stand up.  He asked when he saw that I was wearing boots, the nipple clamps and the posture collar if I was working on a new story.  I asked permission to speak and when allowed, I told him that I had just began a new story and had about a page done.

He walked over to my laptop and read what I had written so far and nodded saying that he was pleased with what had been done so far.  I nodded and was pleased with his praise.  He walked around the apartment and inspected it to make sure I was taking care of his possessions.  He nodded and told me that everything was done properly.

I stood quietly and Sir looked over at me and smiled.  I knew that smile very well as it meant that Sir was planning something.  He walked into the spare room and carried out the bondage chair and shoving the stool in front of my desk aside, he set it down in front of the desk.  Looking at me, He ordered me to sit in the chair.  He quickly began to strap and belt me into the chair.  He removed the nipple clamps I had been wearing and the pain hit hard and I groaned which earned me a slap across the left side of my face.

He put the cross straps in place across my upper torso and then did up the waist belts.  My arms, legs had been the first parts of my body strapped down.  He walked into the bedroom and came back a few minutes later.  He showed me a set of eagle talon nipple clamps which he applied to the nubs of my nipples and snugged them down to the point that it felt like the clamps were pierced through my nipples.

He then began putting a clothes pin zipper along the inner part of my left arm and down onto my torso fastening the pins to any skin still exposed.  He then moved to the right side and repeated a zipper down my right arm and the right side of my torso.

He then put on tens pads on my upper thighs, calves and ten on my pecs above my nipples.  He connected the lens to the e-stim box and set the box aside.

He picked up my laptop and quickly turned on the accessibility functions allowing me to speak and type.  I had used the function before, so I knew it worked very well.  He slid the chair in front of the desk and told me to reread what I had written.  I quickly reread, and then SIR slid a heavy padded blindfold on me.  I was a little startled but sat quietly.  He told me to get busy and finish the story and I heard his boots walk away from me.  Suddenly, the e-stim turned on and the cycle he had set ranged from mild tickling to pain, so it became very distracting, and I really had to focus on the story I knew I had to finish.

I struggled to remember where I had left off in the story, but I got it and began speaking and imaging the script forming on the laptop screen.  After several hours, my arms, pecs were numb from the pins and my nipples were burning but I finally finished the story.  As I had stopped speaking, Sir walked back over and asked if the story was finished.  I nodded as best as I could because of the collar.

I heard him pick up the laptop and walk away.  He came back over, and I heard the laptop get set down on the desk.  He moved the chair and me away from the desk.  He didn’t say anything, but he began to flick the talon clamps on my nipples causing flashes of pain in my numb nipples.  He flicked the clothes pins and then suddenly both zippers were tugged on, and the pins came off both of my arms and torso.  The pain was massive as the blood rushed back, and I tried hard, but I screamed from the pain.  I loved pain but it always caused the same reaction in me.  Then, just as the pain began to lessen, the e-stim came back on and hit maximum.  My body reacted and I felt my back trying to arch despite the heavy straps holding me tight to the chair.  I screamed again and the e-stim went down and I felt the sting and tickle of the stim.

My head tried to slump down to my chest, but the collar held it tight in place.  I drooled and gasped for air.  I heard my Sir chuckle and then he asked if I had reached my limit for inspiration.  I nodded and begged for the pain to end.  Just then, Sir unclipped the talons from my nipples and the pain surged back into my chest and I screamed and drooled again.  The clothes pins and nipple clamps had been on for several hours at least but I had no way of knowing how long as I had been concentrating on the story and trying to keep focus despite the pain and the e-stim.

Sir reached over and slid the heavy blindfold off my head, and I blinked and shut my eyes until I got used to the light again.  I looked over at him standing in front of me, his tight jeans tucked into his Wesco’s, the tight black t-shirt snug showing the muscles of his torso.  He walked away and went into the kitchen and brought back a bottle of water which he opened and held at my mouth so I could drink. I gulped the cold water and finished the bottle.

He then sat back down on the sofa and told me that I was going to stay in the chair and I nodded.  I relaxed but just as I felt calm, the e-stim kicked back in and I moaned and groaned as the pain grew in my legs and pecs.  He smiled and pulled his phone from the pocket of his leather jacket and took several pictures of me in the chair.  My face was dripping sweat from the pain, tears had run down my cheeks, and I had drooled from the pain.  I felt cramps starting from being strapped in so tightly and I shifted my body as best as I could, but the heavy straps held me tight.  He noticed that and smiled saying that I had to get used to it.

He looked at the time and stood up and picked up his jacket.  He pulled on the heavy jacket and told me that he was going out for awhile and would bring back some food.  He grabbed the keys and left me.  I struggled against the straps and the e-stim kicked in again at a high setting and I groaned.

Finally, he returned and walked back into the apartment.  I felt relief knowing he was back and I was safe with him again.  He went into the kitchen and left the bag he had been carrying there and came back and began unstrapping me from the chair.  The final straps were the heavy cross straps over my chest and the wide waist belt.  When he finished, he held out his hand and pulled me to my feet.  I stood swaying feeling very weak and stiff.  I looked at the clock and realized that I had been in the chair for 7 hours.  I asked permission to speak and when allowed asked permission to use the toilet.  He nodded and I ran for the bathroom, my heavy Wesco’s thudding on the floor.  I squatted and began pissing.  My bladder had felt like it had been going to explode from the pressure.  I finally finished and wiped off my cock cage and stood up.

I walked over to him and thanked him for the inspiration.  He smiled and told me to get on my knees.  I dropped down and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock.  It was hard and was wet from pre-cum and I leaned forward and gently licked the underside of it and then I was told to swallow it.  I opened my mouth and began swallowing his cock until it slides into my throat.  He began to face fuck me hard and deep.  Then he pulled back till only his cock head remained in my mouth and he began to pump a heavy load of cum filling my couth.  I swallowed his cum and then when he finished, he then began to piss.  I swallowed his acrid piss and let it fill my mouth then swallowed it.

Finally, the flow stopped, and I licked and sucked his cock clean and he slide his cock out of my mouth.  He tucked his cock back into his jeans and moved away.  He told me to get into the kitchen and put out the food he had brought.  I stood up and moved into the kitchen.  I unpacked the food putting one portion on plate setting it on the table along with silverware.  I put the other portion in my dog bowl and set it on the counter.  He came in and sat down and began eating.  He looked over at me and told me to eat.  I moved to my corner and sat down and pushed my face into my bowl and ate.

After cleaning up, I waited for orders, but he stood up and put on his jacket.  He told me to edit my story and make sure I sent him the finished copy.  I nodded as best as I could knowing I had to have his final approval before sending it to the website to be published.  He left and I moved back over to the desk.  I picked up the heavy bondage chair and carried it back to the bedroom and went back to desk.  I pulled over the stool and spent an hour editing it.  When finished, I emailed it to him and went to the bedroom.  I unbuckled my boots and took a boot jack and pulled them off. I then unlocked the heavy posture collar and unbuckled it and pulled it off.  I picked up a polishing cloth and wiped my boots and put them away.  I then wiped and dried the collar and put it away.  I pulled off my socks and then decided I needed to shower to remove the sweat, tears, drool and cum.  I headed to the bathroom and had a long hot shower.

After my shower, I walked back in and checked my email.  He had responded several minutes prior and I read the message.  He approved the story.  I emailed him back thanking him for the inspiration and the approval.  I then wrote an email to Metal and attached the story.

I yawned and headed for the bedroom.  I climbed onto my blanket pile and covered myself up and fell asleep.

Metal would like to thank the author, Rubrpig, for this story!