By Rubrpig
The relationship between Sir and I began to fall into a pattern which seemed to please Sir. He had access to me whenever he wanted and he knew that I was consistent in obeying all of my standing orders. My body was more muscular and harder since He had me change my gym to a gym that was primarily for bodybuilding. A workout buddy of his was a trainer and Sir arranged for me to be trained by him. Sir had set goals for my development and he wanted me very well defined and well muscled. He was careful to tell his buddy that I was not to be worked out to the point of being a bodybuilder. So Sir was pleased with my development. I had always found it easy to build muscle mass from my days training for the college football team I had starred on.
My personal image had also changed. As Sir had ordered me to grow a beard, I had stopped shaving and my beard had come in thick and dark like my hair. Sir finally told me to make an appointment to get my beard trimmed and shaped. I had to admit it was getting scruffy looking so I asked around and found a local barber that specializes in beards and men’s haircuts. I had always gone to a traditional barber shop as I had never felt comfortable in a hair salon, even one for men. Sir had told me to report to the store once I had finished at the barbers so he could ensure that he was happy with the results. I also asked for permission to have my hair clipped into a military high and tight and Sir smiled and agreed.
After sending the proof pic, I popped the lock on the timer padlock, fed the wire rope back out of the eyes on the zips and opened my rucksack. In contrast to my arrival where I stripped in a near panic, I calmly felt about for my pants, pulled them out and slipped them on. The t-shirt was next, then found my car keys. The timer lock I had was re-locked on one of the zips so that was secure. Right now, I had competed, I was sure, my final task. There were no more risk games and I was so very horny. Blowing off ‘Baseball Cap Lad’ had given me such a high too. The drive back home on empty roads was rapid and when I got back home, I was mentally exhausted.
SIR continued to rub the back of my head while he and his friends continued to catch up, laugh and tell stories. They were all sitting around and enjoying an afternoon cocktail and occasionally looking over at the rubber toy that was on its knees beside SIR. SIR snapped his finger and pointed at the ground in front of him so I immediately went over on my hands and knees and flattened my back like a table. SIR lifted his boots and laid them across my back like a footrest. Feeling the weight of his boots pressing me down made me groan into my gag and the position was making the zipper of my suit press the monster plug in even deeper.