6 months of service

He came back in to the room about an hour and a half later stating that free time was over telling me how lucky I was he almost needed to go to the job site. I put my iPad down and got perfectly in to the kneeling position that I discovered I have been doing wrong, my eyes glued to the floor. He approaches me and and picked up my iPad and asked if I had written in my diary. I nodded yes and he sat it on top of our entertainment center.
“Let’s practice some positions shall we, it looks like you’ve mastered kneel”
“Let’s try humble again”
I assumed this position perfectly and he was very pleased with me.
“Punishment”
Again I did it perfectly
“Hands”
Perfect
“Inspect”
I stood up and pulled it off perfectly”
“Wall”
Almost perfect, I forgot to cross my hands
“Rear”
Got it down
“Doll”
Got it, but it’s a bit embarrassing. Requires me on the floor with my legs spread
“Endure”
Got this one too, I’m very proud of myself.
“Very good, now stay like that”
I’m finding out very quickly why this pose is called endure. It’s very hard to keep balanced and becomes painful very quickly. He walks around me I assume looking me over then steps behind me. Taking his foot he pushes at the plug in my ass, and I struggle to keep my balance.
“How does this feel”
Uncomfortable master, I manage to answer with my voice cracking as I struggle to hold my position.
“You’ll get used to it soon enough and we will have to move up to larger ones”
My mind flys off, I can’t imagine having to live with something constantly in me, definitely not something larger than this.
“Rest”
I get in to the rest position just in time, there is no way I could have held that much longer
“ I think since we have practiced your positions and began your anal training it’s time to work on a few of your other areas your not quite sufficient in”
He steps over to the couch and sits down, snaps and points to his feet. I crawl over with my eyes fixed on the floor.
“Kneel”
I do as I say between his legs, then he pulls a leather strap out of his pocket.
“Open your mouth”
“Wider”
I open my mouth wide and he forces a round object in behind my teeth, and straps it behind my head. ( I’ve seen these in porn videos, and the women are amazing at not showing how incredibly uncomfortable these are)
“Look up at me”
I look up and he stands
“Remove my pants”
I reach up and undo his pants and pull them down, he’s not wearing boxers which is common when we are around the house.
His cock is already hard and pointing at my face. He grabs the leather strap of my gag and holds my head in place as he slowly slides to the back of my throat. He holds himself there for just a second and pulls back out
“Keep your eyes on mine”
He pushes himself back in to my throat and holds me there, my nose presses against his stomach. He holds to long, my throat begins to spasm. I raise my hands up and press at his thighs. He reaches down and slaps my right tit, although he smacked my ass earlier it wasn’t to hard and I’m more used to it. The force he used on my tit was much more aggressive
“Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them”
I do as I’m told and he begins pushing in to my throat again. Looking up at him my eyes widen and water, I squirm a bit and struggle not to bring my hands up.
He pulls me back and a gasp for air, I can feel the saliva running off my chin and dripping on my thighs.
He pushes in again and begins to slowly pump, the sound of my throat gargling is humiliating (really such an unpleasant noise) . I gag hard and spit up a bit of water and saliva. I feel it running down between my breasts as he enters my mouth again and begins to thrust. Gargling noises again, he keeps pumping, holding the strap tight, my head bouncing off of him. He picks up more speed
“Don’t swallow, keep it in your mouth do you understand?”
Not like I can actually answer him. He keeps pumping and then pulls out and yanks my head back with his left hand and furiously strokes his cock with his right. His load shoots in to my mouth and I do my best not to swallow( this is actually very hard to do). He keeps my head pulled back as he works the last few drops out.
“Look at me”
I look up at him
“Ask my permission to swallow my load”
I struggle through asking if I may swallow my masters load with my mouth help open and attempting not to swallow.
“I can’t understand you”
May I swallow your load master, of course it came out as a bunch of gibberish from my throat
“You may”
I gulp it down, relieved to be able to swallow
He pulled the gag out, and took a seat. On the couch in front of me. Saliva still covered my body and he ordered me to clean the mess I made all over him. His cock and balls were both shiny from my spit and there was also a surprising amount covering his inner thighs. I started my licking his inner thighs clean then moved to his shaft and balls, attempting to keep my tongue dry so I wouldn’t make more of a mess. He grabbed the remote off the side table and turned the tv on while I continued cleaning. Occasionally he would run a hand through my hair, which felt very sweet and comforting. This continued on for awhile, beyond him being clean, me lapping at his now soft cock and balls and I have to say I enjoyed it quite a bit, but I was feeling the urge to pee and didn’t know how to tell him.
I decided to make some sort of whimpering noises and wiggle around a bit, took awhile to actually get his attention, but he eventually caught on.
“Does my slave need something”
I nodded my head still licking away at his balls.
“What do you need”
I answered without stopping what I was doing since I have not yet been given permission to stop. With my face buried between his legs I told him I needed to pee.
“It’s about time, you have held that for a long time.” He stood up and told me to follow him. He took me up the stairs and back in to the spare room, and lead me to the bathroom. He lifted the lid and the seat and told me to stand. I stood and he turned me around with my back facing the toilet. He nudged me backwards so I was straddling it and told me to wait. He walked in to the room and came immediately back. He reached up and pinched my left nipple then attached a clamp to it, and continued to the other one doing the same thing. ( these clamps were surprisingly not very painful). He told me to squat, and I did. I was hovering over the toilet making my urge to pee much worse when he decided to go into a speech. As the rules stated you will never pee without permission, this includes when you are out of the house for any reason. Once you have permission you must be in the position that You are in now, if you do not have nipple clamps on at the time you are to pinch your nipples for a full 3 minutes before You are allowed to begin peeing. If you are away from the home you are to record it on your cellphone one hand behind your head and send it to me within 7 minutes of asking for permission. If you are home it will be being recorded and both hands are to be behind your head.
“You may pee”.
This was a very awkward position and him staring at me didn’t make it much better and I suddenly found it difficult to release, on top of that there was the fear that if it came out to strong I would pee past the bowl and then what. I was finally able to get it going and managed to keep it in the bowl. I cleaned myself up and stayed in the position until he released me. He lead me back in to the room and told me to crawl up on to the bed. He secured my wrist and ankles to the corners and told me to spend some time going over the rules in my head with no distractions.
He left the room closed the door and I was left in complete silence. I got the opportunity to look around the room a bit at this point and could see quit a bit more stuff, there was 7 pieces pieces of “furniture” scattered throughout the room, and little hook like things screwed in to one of the walls, but other than that I couldn’t see much. I laid there and suddenly felt really tired and struggled to keep myself awake because I knew I was suppose to be thinking. I’m not exactly sure what time I went in but it had to be at least two hours before he came and got me. He released my bonds and ordered me to the floor. I crawled behind him down the stairs and I could smell that he had cooked dinner. As I made my way behind him to the table I could see that my bowl was already made. I crawled up to it and as I got close I could see a bowl full of spaghetti. Great I thought. The last meal must not have been entertaining enough for him. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I had wrote in my diary during my free time, and started wondering if he had read it. I cursed him in my head as I sat on all fours waiting for permission to eat.
He took his seat and began eating, then ordered me to do the same. I began carefully eating as I did before, attempting to use my teeth as much as possible. Worked pretty well at first as with the eggs, but as the food got lower it got more difficult to grab the pasta this way, and I was resorted to sticking my face in. I managed to get it all, it did end up pretty messy, I’m guessing it wasn’t messy enough. He picked the bowl up and looked inside, and told me to clean it. He held it there as I licked the bottoms and the sides clean. Once we were both finished I was ordered to clean the dishes then get in the kneel position and wait for him in the kitchen. I did as I was told and kneeled on the hard tile floor and waited. He came in after a bit and approached me.
“Look up at me”.
I looked up, the sauce now drying on my face and becoming tight.
“Your filthy, you need to get cleaned up, follow me”
I crawled behind him back up the stairs and in to the spare room. He lead me to the bathroom and told me to crawl in the tub. He pulled his pant off and climbed in facing me.
“Suck it like I taught you”
I took his limp cock in to my mouth and began sucking, it grew larger and I began pushing myself forward forcing him down my throat until I gagged.
“Look up at me when you Suck my cock”
I look up at him and he is pointing his cellphone down at me. I look in to his eyes as I keep pressing him to my throat. He grips my hair and pulls my head back, takes his cock out that is now covered in my spit and wipes it across my face
“You like being dirty”
I nod my head yes
“You enjoy sucking your masters cock”
I nod yes again.
“Are you a dirty cocksucker”
I nod again.
“Say it”
I’m a dirty cock sucker
“Who’s dirty cock sucker are you”
I’m masters dirty cock sucker.
He gripes my collar with one hand and pumped furiously in to my mouth, pulled out and told me to finish him off. With his cock pointed at my face I jerked him until he exploded and covered my face in his cum. He grabbed his cock in his free hand wiped it across my face once more and ordered me to stand. He put the phone on the counter, removed my collar, smeared the cum through the dried sauce and other bodily fluids that had dried over me that day and turned the shower on. He ordered me to wash him, and I did so happily. Once I had finished he turned me facing away from the shower and pushed between my shoulder blades, forcing me bent over. He pulled the plug from my ass and sat in on the shelf. He took the sponge and carefully began cleaning me. Taking extra care around my sore ass. He stood me back up and turned me around and with the same care cleaned my front side then told me to wash my hair as he stepped out. I ran shampoo through my hair, rinsed then massaged conditioner in and relaxed under the warm water for a few moments before rinsing it out. He turned the water off and demanded me back on my knees and out of the tub. As I crawled out he retrieved the plug, lubed it up, ordered me in the humble position and gently, but still painfully put it back in.
He lead me out in to the room, put cuffs back on my ankles and wrists, pulled me up by the collar and told me to climb up on this piece of furniture. I’m sure it has a technical name which I will try to look up later. It was basically a giant wedge like thing that had places to attach my wrists and ankles at both ends, it’s on a pole so I’m about 3 feet in the air straddling this thing and he attaches my wrists and ankles. He steps away and I can hear him open the closet door. He steps back behind me, and begins reading off all the rules I broke today, as he suddenly brings this thing across my back. It feels soft, I can feel lots of different pieces of fabric and figure out pretty quickly it’s a whip. He keeps bringing it down over my back and ass as he reads off the rules I broke. There is a little bit of a sting to it after a few times of hitting the same spot, but it’s nothing that I can’t handle easily. He goes very easily on me as he said he would then releases me from the device. Back on my knees he tells me it’s late and that I could have some free time if I liked before I went to bed. I agreed since I needed some time to unwind, and I wasn’t all that eager to sleep on the floor. He kissed me on the forehead and told me to put my ass up. He pulled the plug from me gently and told me to clean it and put it in our bathroom. I did as I was told and crawled to him as he prepared for bed and waited at his feet. He lifted my head up and kissed me on the lips and told me I had done a very good job land to enjoy my free time. I crawled out of the room, then stood and walked down stairs. I’m sitting curled up on the couch with a blanket writing in my journal again and so thankful the first day is over. I’m going to respond to a few people that have been reading my journey, then have sometime to myself with my book before bed.