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Jaz and H

By slavebladeboi

Jaz opened his eyes, or at least thought he did. It made no difference to what he saw. The soft, cushioned leather blindfold stopped even the merest chink of light from penetrating his darkness. He felt around him as far as he was able to, being restrained in a somewhat loose spread eagle by wrists and ankles to the bondage bed with just enough wriggle room to prevent cramp setting in.

The restraints were expensive leather ones with the same sort of cushioning on their inside which held you tight without pinching or chafing, a bit like having four strong, warm hands holding you in position. He moved slightly and felt the contrast of the cool rubber surface of the bondage table as opposed to the hot sweaty area his body had made throughout last night.

The night? Was it now really morning? Jaz had no way of telling. Even without the blindfold the playroom could be pitch dark being, as it was, ten feet below the living room floor, the only daylight coming into it from the top of the stairs if someone had left the hall door ajar. He had slept, but for how long? They had played for what seemed like hours and hours, he and Harrison. H, as he liked to be called, had certainly demonstrated his expertise during that time. Jaz saw nothing and could protest little, the inflatable pecker gag putting paid to conversation that was more than a squeal, moan or swift noisy exhalation of breath.

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One Year – Part 25

By Taurus

Part 25 – “The End”

James woke up as per normal, to the sounds of a blaring alarm and the instantaneous snap from complete darkness to blinding brightness. What was strange, however, was the person who came to check on him.

It was a stranger’s face.

Feeling confused, he inquired, “Sir, where is my handler?”

“He’s preparing some stuff for you.”

“Why sir? What day is it?”

“Day 344. You have a pleasure session today, now drink up.”

James went about drinking his protein shake, changing the fist mitts and brushing his teeth, thoroughly confused, with a conflicted mind that could not quite decide if he was awake or dreaming.

Usually his master would notify him if he had any special days coming up, like checkup days, grooming days, and especially pleasure sessions.

He was marched off to the dungeon regardless.

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One Year – Part 24

By Taurus

Part 24 – “The Many Facets of Pleasure”

It was day 314, and James was due for a pleasure session, having skipped the one due on day 284 because of Russell’s work with the director. What this session entailed, he did not know, apart from the fact that it will most definitely not involve any sort of sexual release.

The pleasure sessions have never involved him cumming, and the two times he was close, he was explicitly denied by his master.

There was no reason to believe today was any different, then. Spiritual pleasure, as opposed to physical pleasure it was.

Russell started off the day very standardly, helping James out of his fist mitts, allowing him to brush his teeth and lather on sunscreen for what would be a morning workout after a drink of a protein shake and more water. However, where normally his mitts would not come back on until after lunch, new ones came back on before he even left the cell in his typical attire of a blindfold, bit gag, collar and leash.

James was led to the sand track on all fours, to the place where he had walked laps pulling a rickshaw for most of the past year. There, his blindfold and gag were removed in the infield – as opposed to in the shade per the normal routine, and his hypersensitive eyes were assaulted by the desert sun.

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Objectified – Part 01

By darthvader

Finally I have found the gimp I have always been looking for. I had been chatting with my new sub for a couple of weeks, when we finally made the agreement. I had given the gimp 4 weeks of time to think over our agreement. He finally accepted all the terms…and there would be no return to his normal life in any case…

As we had agreed he quitted his job and found a buyer for his apartment. The money that he gained would be used to buy the gimp gear and pay for his low cost nutrition for the years to come. After all the gimp’s furniture had been sold I finally picked him up. “This is going to be the last time that you will ever sit in my car unrestraint. You are aware of this?”

“Yes, of course master. I deserve it.”

“I am happy to hear that you know your place, gimp!”

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One Year – Part 23

By Taurus

Part 23 – “A Pet”

“Come here, boy!” Russell said in a higher pitch, as he clapped his hands twice.

He had no clue if it actually worked; he just heard somewhere that speaking in English and with a higher register was more effective for training a dog. It was sensible enough, since dogs could hear only sounds in a higher frequency, but does it work, really?

If this was the human equivalent to feeling a bass pulse while listening to music, then it was absurd that it would be possible to assign meaning to it. In the case of a dog though, it should have thought processes and concepts different from ours, so it might actually work.

If he wished to find out the validity of this myth, then he was in precisely the right place with precisely the wrong test subject, for the one who bounded towards him on all fours was none other than James, his ostensibly human slave who had just recently asked to wear a collar and leash permanently.

He acted like a dog, but he was, well, still human.

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One Year – Part 22

By Taurus

Part 22 – “Contracts”

Russell had just woken up when he received a call from the director.

“Morning, I want you in my office ASAP. Need to tell you something about your slave.”

Naturally, Russell hurried, and was greeted by Director Daniel in his office.

“How’re you feeling, on your slave’s 284th day here?”

“I’m fine. Please get to the point; I’ve things to do.”

“Ha! Don’t be so terse with me. I know it’s always something with James, and this concerns him.

“Sit.”

Russell’s ears were perked as he sat down.

“You’ve been going off-script with the treatment of your slave. He’s only ever officially consented to only a portion of the things you’re doing to him.

“Including having him address you as, what’s that…ah yes. ‘Master’.”

“He asked for all of it.”

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One Year – Part 21

By Taurus

Part 21 – “Severance”

Day 257.

Russell’s phone rang.

“Director Preston,” the caller ID read.

“Good morning, Director,” Russell said with a yawn, and with a hoarse morning voice.

“Russell, if you’re done with your morning routine, please come to the office.”

“But what about James?”

A pause from Preston.

“I’ve assigned someone else to do your job, at least until lunch.”

As requested, Russell went to the director’s office – in reality just an office desk, with an empty area opposite the working space and a window overlooking the sand track.

The furnishings were nice enough, with the chairs being leather, and the shelves being decorated with trinkets among other pleasant installments.

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One Year – Part 20

By Taurus

Part 20 – “The Nature of Pleasure”

James dealt with each passing day in the same way; entirely devoted to his handler – now master – without hesitation. To call it worship is fitting for how respectful – borderline reverent – he acted towards his master: as if he were a god.

Indeed, he would do anything for his most beloved master, and he would have anything he wished for bestowed upon him by this most benevolent and loving god.

As James woke up on day 254 expecting to be taken to the outdoors track for his morning workout, he was surprised to find out that this was not the intended routine for the day. Soon, he discovered why.

“Congratulations my slave, it’s day 254, you get a pleasure session.”

James was no longer the slave who jumped at pleasure sessions. To him, the daily handler sessions were far more important.

Do understand however, the pleasure sessions were still important, though not for the physical release, but for the affirmation from his Master, telling him that he was a good boy. With that, he realised how his mindset had transformed.

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