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Island Master UK – Part 08

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By Wakeysub

I woke with a start. My collar was pulsing. Master East was stood staring at me in the glaring light of the cell. He pressed a button on his control. The restraints released and the cage door swung open.

“Out.”

I removed the headphones and clambered out of the cage. I stood naked in front of him. My feet were set wide apart in the footprints printed on the floor. My hands behind my head with my fingers interlaced. I was focussing on his brightly shone boots. It felt like such a natural position for me to be in. My cock throbbed in its cage. He undid the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I swallowed and adjusted my jaw to try and get rid of the stiffness.

He clipped a leash to my collar and pulled me forward out the door and up the stairs. He walked quicker than Master West. We were moving towards an area of the Island I hadn’t visited before. We followed a path through the trees and into another clearing. I was faced with what looked like a construction site. Around the clearing, other slaves were working – wielding picks, digging with spades and carrying away the soil and rocks in barrows.

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Island Master UK – Part 07

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By Wakeysub

[Please remember that EVERYTHING that happens on the Island is consensual. Although the use of safewords has consequences on the Island, they are always observed. If the situation called for it, the safeword would stop the scene. The fact that the slave would be rendered unconscious and would have to be carried away on a stretcher is academic. All limits have been agreed on upfront and are strictly observed. The slave in the story had long, detailed conversations with IslandMasterUK during which he was able to draw out all the slaves deeply hidden fantasies and part of the joy of the Island is that it is a “safe” environment where all these fantasies can be realised. Had the slave in our story not been so naïve (or horny and frustrated) he might have been a lot more prescriptive in his limits – but then again, where would the fun be in that? The limits we are seeing played out are the ones which drove the slave’s fantasies in the discussions.

I hope you are enjoying the story – it’s great to get your feedback either here or on my Recon account. If you have any suggestions for where the story should go let me know. After all – he signed up for a four-week holiday and we are only on the second day!!]

Master West leaned forward and clipped the leash onto my collar and disconnected the dildo cord. A yank on the lead pulled me backwards. I struggled to stand and follow him. My jaw ached, and I moved it from side to side to relieve my joints’ stiffness.

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Island Master UK – Part 06

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By Wakeysub

“What the fuck??” I woke with a start. The room was pitch black. Did I just imagine all that? I went to move my right hand; it was locked tight. I couldn’t move my left arm either. As I panicked, I became aware of the gag rammed deep into my throat. I started retched uncontrollably again. “What the fuck have I done?” In my head, I was trying to relive everything that happened from the minute I stepped off that fucking train yesterday. This can’t be happening – this wasn’t how I pictured it at all.

In an instant, the light in the room went from pitch black to white-hot. My eyes struggled to adjust and focus. The cage door swung open I hadn’t even heard Master West enter. He was dressed differently in tight leather trousers and a harness that really showed off his well-defined muscular body. Even in my traumatised state, I couldn’t help but get aroused by the sight of this walking wet dream. As my cock woke up, it painfully rediscovered the pins in the head of the cage. He smiled when he saw me wince. He leant forward and removed the headphones.

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Island Master UK – Part 05

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By Wakeysub

Master West came and stood in front of me – he brushed his hand over my right pec and pulled at the hair. “This will have to go”. He glanced over at IslandMasterUK, who simply nodded. Master West went to the box at my feet and produced a small spray bottle. “This is our temporary solution”. He sprayed is across my chest and watched as it soaked in. It smelt like the same depilatory spray I’d been using on my pubes in the run-up to my trip. I could feel burning like my skin was on fire.

He took a cloth and wiped it across my chest. All the hair just melted away and left the skin red and tender behind. IslandMasterUK nodded and told him that he was to incorporate the permanent solution into my training plan. Master West went back to the box and returned with another spray bottle and a piece of plastic. IslandMasterUK stepped forward.

“Here on the Island we have two options for marking our slaves – there is a temporary solution and a permanent solution. The temporary solution is fine for slaves who visit for short term visits but given the length of your stay I have decided that you should be permanently marked with your number. We have developed a permanent chemical marking process, It allows us to achieve the darkest black tattoo which can never be removed or covered.

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Island Master UK – Part 04

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By Wakeysub

The journey was a blur as all my useful senses were blocked. I focussed on trying to control my gag reflex. Eventually, I was able to relax and only gag intermittently. I remembered having a long conversation with IslandMasterUK about the ability of porn stars to deep throat a cock of any size and how I fantasised about being trained to take a real man’s cock deep down my throat. I guess my training has started already.

I have no idea how long we were travelling for, but I became aware that we had stopped moving and that the van’s engine was turned off. I felt the earplugs being pulled out of my ears. Suddenly I could hear again – the blindfolds, gags and cuffs remained in place though.

I felt a hand pressing on the buckle on my seat belt, the straps retracted. I felt a rope being placed around my neck when it started to tighten I realised it was a noose “This is to make sure you don’t fall overboard – either accidentally or because you see sense and decide to make a run for it”. I visualised the massive guard stood over me as the noose started to tighten. The noose pulled me forward. I began to rise. The chains on the shackles around my ankles prevented me from standing up straight.

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Island Master UK – Part 03

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By Wakeysub

For the next month, all I could think about was my trip to the Island. My day to day work became secondary – I lived for my now nightly extended chats with IslandMasterUK. The more we chatted, the more comfortable I felt, the more open I was about my fantasies. By this stage, I think he knew more about what made me horny than I did. He took great delight in getting me as excited as possible every night as he encouraged me to explain in intricate details what I would expect from life as a slave. My cock was now constantly leaking pre-cum.

The days slowly ticked by and then I got the email with the train ticket attached, only the outbound leg was attached. I pulled up the map and found the station. It was a small isolated station on the mainline from London to the south coast. I couldn’t imagine that it was going to be very busy. It was a through ticket, so it covered the complete journey from my local station, the underground, and the train to the south coast. Everything was covered. The email also detailed what I was to wear for the journey – a jockstrap, jogging bottoms, a plain white t-shirt, white trainer socks, and trainers. The only possession I was allowed to travel with was my house key. That was it – no money, no wallet, no phone, nothing. My train journey would be close to 5 hours.

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Island Master UK – Part 02

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By Wakeysub

About six weeks before the holiday, a package arrived with a note saying that I shouldn’t open it until instructed in the session. On that night’s call, I reported that the box had arrived, and he smiled and said that was good because it meant I could be fitted for my island chastity. He explained that all slaves on the Island wore a custom chastity managed by the resort. The box contained everything I would need to do the sizing. He told me that he had an extra special chastity planned for me, which he was sure I would appreciate. As a first step, He instructed me to remove my chastity and my PA. He told me that my pubes would have to be removed.

On the Island, all slaves are displayed without pubes as it showed off the chastity to the maximum effect. He told me he had included a bottle of his preferred depilatory spray in the package. You just sprayed it on, waited for 10 minutes, and wiped the hair away. I thought back to a conversation we had had about hair removal when we were discussing activities. I’d told him then about how I loved the idea of chemical hair removal – how it was so much more mechanical and impersonal than a shaving scene. I found the bottle.

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Island Master UK – Part 01

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By Wakeysub

My Recon profile made it clear from the outset – inexperienced, overweight and desperate to experience life as the slave I was born to be. The one word which summed it all up was “desperate.” I have lost count of the number of times that I have found myself eyes closed, furiously wanking my pathetic cock while I fantasised about life as a slave. To save my cock from being rubbed raw, I invested in a small nub chastity device and locked my cock firmly away.

The feeling of my cock squeezed tightly in the cage reminded me of my real role. I still lacked the firm, unyielding controlling hand that I so desperately craved. I would start conversations with Tops on Recon but could never find the sort of attitude I needed. I did get offers to meet up, but I could never find the confidence to go through with them. – my logical brain was always holding me back. I was a sad, repressed wannabe slave with no prospect of ever seeing it realised.

Then it all changed, it was a Monday morning, and I was settling down for a typical busy working week when my phone beeped with the familiar tone to say that I had a new message in Recon. I always hope that this will be the one. I opened the app to read it as quickly as possible. It was a short message, but it got me throbbing in my small cage.

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