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Retail Slavery – Part 03

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As usual, the writer is locked in a chastity belt, plugged, wearing Wesco’s and a heavy locked posture collar.

Michael stood quietly as the Police Sgt. Now in civilian clothing entered the store.  He turned and locked the door again.  The slave stood quietly his upper torso now bare of all the gear except for the padlocked chain collar it wore.  It stood quietly and put its hand behind its back and bowed its head.  The Sgt. Walked over to Michael and told Michael that he had seen Michael notice that the Sgt had become aroused earlier.  Michael smiled and told the Sgt. That it was a common reaction in many men especially those that were attracted to leather, dominance and submission.  The Sgt. turned red and nodded.

Michael asked the Sgt. what his name was, and the Sgt. Told him that his name was Marco.  Michael stuck out his hand and told Marco that it was good to meet him.  He then asked if he was attracted to the idea of controlling the slave or being a slave which just made Marco blush all the more.  Marco replied that it was the thought of being locked into all the heavy gear that the slave had been wearing which had aroused him.  Michael smiled and looked at Marco and asked if he wanted to wear the gear to which Marco nodded and looked at Michal and agreed.  Michael told him that the gear would go on and it would be locked and Marco nodded and said that is what he hoped.

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Retail Slavery – Part 02

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As usual, the writer is locked in a chastity belt, plugged, wearing Wescos and a heavy locked posture collar.

The alarm went off and the slave rolled over and groaned as it slowly woke up.  Its heavy leathers creaked, and it slowly swung its legs over the edge of the bed and the thud as its Wesco’s thudded on the floor.  It was now used to sleeping in full leathers, a hood and boots as it was now fully used to its standing orders issued by Master Steven.  It stood up and headed to the bathroom.  It unbuckled its breeches, and shoved them down, the heavy leather piling up as it was stopped by the tops of its tall boots.  It reached behind and worked the butt plug out of its hole and between the coated cables of its chastity belt.  It put the butt plug in the sink and moved over and sat down on the toilet.  After pissing and shitting, it stood up and cleaned itself up and went back into the bedroom and began stripping so it could shower and douche, so it was ready for the day.

After its shower and several douches. It dried itself off and then used a hair dryer to dry under the heavy steel belt that now formed part of its body.  Once it was finished, it walked back into the bedroom and saw that there were several messages on its phone.  It picked up the phone and read the texts.  The texts were from Master Gregory, its new Master, with orders to report to the store at 9am and it was to wear its chaps, tactical boots, and its heavy Langlitz jacket.  A second text ordered it to bring its head muzzle, and its heavy leather straitjacket.  The slave replied to the texts that it would obey and be there as ordered.

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The Deputy Sheriff

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As always, this slave is writing while wearing Wesco big boss double buckle engineers, locked in a Carrara chastity belt, padlocked wrist restraints, and a locked posture collar.

Adam shrugged his heavy muscled shoulders to ease the stress, and his body armor creaked as he flexed.  His biceps strained the short sleeves of his tan uniform shirt.  His shirt was soaked under the armored vest.  The vest was heavy and made heavier with all the equipment he had attached to the vest.  He was tired but he was near the end of his shift on highway patrol.  Just then a leather clad man on a Harley passed his cruiser but he was just below the speed limit, so Adam just looked at the rider.  The rider was obviously heavily muscled under the heavy black riding leathers.  The rider wore a matte black full-face helmet so Adam could not check out the rider’s face, so Adam lost interest and headed back to the sheriff’s station to end his shift.

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Retail Slavery

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As usual, the writer is locked in a chastity belt, plugged, wearing Wesco’s and a heavy locked posture collar.

Master Steven logged into his laptop and found that his online slave was already online.  The two men had met through BLUF and over time Master Steven convinced his now slave that he was pretending to be a Leather Sir when he was meant to be a slave.  His slave finally stopped resisting several months ago and was now identifying as a slave and had even updated his BLUF profile to indicate what had happened and what he was.

Master Steven had happily accepted his slave’s submission and had issued several standing orders for his slave to follow.  The slave was now strictly prohibited from using any furniture in its apartment but was allowed to use its bed so it could rest properly and maintain its health and employment.  When it was at its job, it was required to be in a suit, dress shirt and tie with polished dress shoes.  It was also required to wear an engraved with the word SLAVE engraved on it.  Under its shirt it wore a padlocked chain collar.

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A BLUF Slave

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As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, locked posture collar.  It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years. 

Aaron wandered around his apartment as he was feeling puzzled and anxious, but he could not put a finger onto why he was feeling that way.  He went into the spare bedroom where he stored his leathers and boots.  The gear he wore the previous night was on the bed where he put it after getting home from the bar the previous night.  He grabbed the leather cleaner and wiped down his Langlitz breeches and jacket and hung them up.  Then he cleaned his long-sleeved uniform shirt and tie, then his heavy leather jock.  Finishing by wiping down with a rag soaked with boot grease, he put his Wescos away.

Still puzzled by what he was feeling he wandered into the living room and grabbed his laptop.  Logging into a couple of sites including BLUF and RECON.  He noticed that he had a message from a leather Sir that he had been chatting with on BLUF for a couple of years.  He read the message, and it was the same message that this guy had been sending for some time, that he was a pretender as a SIR and that he should be true to himself and admit that he was not a SIR but a slave.  He sat there and thought about the message and then noticed that the sender was on-line, so he replied to the message.

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The Ashtray

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As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, and a locked posture collar.  It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years.

Roger was sitting in front of his laptop getting increasingly frustrated as the code he was working on just wasn’t working out.  Sighing, he stood up and stretched.  As usual when working on coding at home, he was wearing a heavy leather jock strap and a fully body harness.  To add some incentive, he had put on a pair of eagle talon nipple clamps and a 1-ounce weight on each clamp just to make sure the clamps dug in deeper into his pierced nipples.  He looked around his apartment and decided what he needed to do was get out and relax.  He quickly logged onto the Eagle’s website to check out what was happening there and saw that it was a Leather and Cigar night.

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The Fall of a Master – Part 05

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Final Chapter

The slave stood quietly, its face red in embarrassment as its new status as a slave was now becoming public and the boy began talking to the others in the bar who looked with curiosity at the slave standing there in the heavy leathers, boots, straitjacket, collar and gagged.  The slave shrugged its shoulders trying to ease the stiffness as its upper body was stiff in the heavy tight strait jacket.

Master Gunther tugged on the leash and harshly told the slave to remain still and not to cause any problems as it would be punished severely if it disobeyed.  The slave stood still behind its master…

The slave was quiet and stood as still as it could the rest of the evening. It watched as its Master spent the evening talking to other Sirs dressed in the same heavy black uniform with brown leather shirts.  The men spoke in rapid German so the slave was unable to follow the discussion.  The slave was checked by its Master and after a few hours, its Master told his friends goodnight and the two of them left the bar.  An uber was waiting out front and the slave noticed it was driven by the same driver.  The Master stood quietly as the slave struggled again getting into the uber in its tall boots, tight breeches and the heavy straitjacket.  It finally accomplished it and its Master got in beside it and the uber drove away.

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The Fall of a Master – Part 04

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Master Walther nodded and indicated that the slave should clean its master’s boots and the slave crawled over and began cleaning Master Gunter’s boots.  The two leather officers sat quietly watching as the slave obeyed and cleaned the tall riding boots worn by its new Master and owner…

Master Walther watched as the slave crawled around his tall riding boots and then when it was finished it moved over and started on Master Gunther’s boots.  Finally, both pairs were cleaned to the satisfaction of both men.  The Master stood up and started to remove their tunics, then the rest of their until they were naked and their cock swinging gently as they moved around as they walked over to where the slaves lay.  Master Walther had picked up a pair of leather fist mitts and he quickly put them on the slave and locked them.  He then padlocked the slave’s wrists together.

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