After a long time out of servitude, that craving came back with a vengeance, so I started my search for a new Master because I really needed to serve. Needed to hand over control totally. Needed to be used.
After dozens of lame responses to my advert, I found the right man. He asked questions, explained what he expected and discussed limits and safe words etc. I felt safe and ready.
He told me to choose my own collar and lead and to bring it to our first meet. We’d already established rules, limits and safe words, and I was told that outside of that I was not to say no, not to hesitate and not to resist. I was instructed to do what I was told willingly and enthusiastically. I agreed. I was also instructed to only address him as Master and not to talk unless spoken to. Also that my only allowed responses outside of safe words were ‘yes Master’ and ‘yes Master’. I was also to be named ‘Slut’. The other rule was that I could chat freely online and WhatsApp when not in his presence, but once inside his door, I was owned. A slave. I had no rights, no opinion and no say.
I arrived on time and once the door was closed behind me. He asked for the collar and lead so I handed them over. He then explained that I did not need clothes and never would unless he chose an outfit for me. He then folded his arms and looked at me. I took too long to realise. “Strip slut. Are you fucking stupid?” I obeyed. He laughed at my physique, then fitted the collar round my neck and hooked on the lead, then pulled me along to the kitchen.
There he told me to lay on my back on the large wooden table. Once there, instead on long ways as I’d positioned myself, he rotated me 90 degrees so my head hung off one side with my arse hanging off the other. He then tied my arms out straight and tied them so I had no movement at all. He then fastened a 6 foot length of wood to each table leg with heavy duty cable ties, then tied each ankle to them through pre-drilled holes. This left me with my legs straight out, upwards and wide apart, totally exposed.
He then got a bottle of some kind of slippery oil or lube and squirted it randomly over my torso, then he undressed. That was the first time I saw his body. He was a chunky hairy guy with about a 5 inch fat uncut cock hanging limp. A big man. Then, without a word he started to spread the lube over my torso, then down to my cock, ball and arse, suddenly forcing a lubed middle finger deep inside me with no warning. As I gasped, he smiled. “Yes slut. You’re mine to use as I see fit”.
He then walked round to the other side picking something up from the chair on his way. Then I saw what it was. A gag. Not a ball gag, but a mouth spreader. “Open wide slut. Don’t want you biting me by accident as you choke”. I obeyed and was left with my mouth held wide open for use. He then went back round to the other side picking up a fat, long butt plug. He wiped it over by lubed body and said “brace yourself slut” and with no further warning, pushed it slowly in my ass until my ass closed around it.
By now his cock was rock hard. It was at least 7 inches now and an intimidating sight. Then he picked up a coin from the chair and flipped it. “Heads slut” and winked at me. He then started to touch my face with his cock. Brushing it against my cheeks and nudging the hole of my wide open mouth. Then he pushed it a few inches and I licked as best as could with my tongue until he started pushing deeper. My gag reflex kicked it, but with my head dropped back and mouth wide open, I had nowhere to go and he pushed harder. I threw up a bit. He pulled out. “You filthy disgusting slut” he said, then wiped the bile over my face and into my hair. “Try again slut. This time you will take it”. He went slower this time and as he reached the back of my throat, I swallowed hard and it he went, balls deep and held there a few second before pulling out. “Good boy. That’s better”. Then he slowly repeated. Each time staying in my throat a little longer until he was slowly face fucking me.
He then took off the gag giving me some respite and moved back to my ass. He pulled out the plug and plug and asked “are you ready to be fucked like the slut you are”? “Yes Master”. With no further warning he slid every inch inside me to the hilt. Starting slowly he began working my ass, getting progressively faster until he was pounding me, hard, deep and fast. When he stopped he came quickly round to my head. “Open wide slut and don’t spill a drop. Don’t swallow either. Hold it and show me when I’m done.” I opened wide. He wanked himself briefly, then shoved his cock into my mouth and exploded. “Now gargle my cum slut.” I did. His this hot cum bubbling in my mouth. He stuck two fingers into my cum filled mouth, then wiped them across my face and into my hair. “Now swallow the rest slut”.
He then untied me, pulled me onto my feet and led me on my lead to his lounge. He turned the TV on and selected porn, sat down, opened his legs and told me to get my knees. “Right slut. I’m going to watch some porn now, and your job is to fill your mouth with my cum again. I do not want to see you looking up again until you show me a mouth of cum. Do you understand?” “Yes Master”…
