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Life of a cum slave.

Memories of my first submissions and more recent memories.
6 years ago. July 28, 2018 at 9:59 PM

    After a while I pulled myself together and forced my emotions to a place deep inside myself. The sobs and tears slowly faded and I tried to mentally prepare myself for the coming days. I remained in the down dog position with the leash held in my mouth for my temporary masters convenience. It was a very long time before I felt the car make any stops. I decided to behave as a perfect slave. Fear, like punishment, is a great slave motivational tool!! I felt the car take a right turn very slowly and stop. I heard a mechanical wherring sound that could only be a garage door closing. A moment later the trunk opened. "Out slave and kneel". I did as told and saw that I was in a very large garage. The bright light hurt my eyes as I looked at the floor and masters well polished shoes. The trunk slammed shut and he said "look at me slave" as he took the leash from my mouth. When I slowly looked up at my temporary master and I saw it was the same older man that had spoken to me at my sale. Now it's hard for a well trained slave to look into the eyes of a master as an overwhelming feeling of doing something wrong and the impending punishment that goes with it but I did and saw his bright blue eyes looking back at me. He was probably over 65, but fit. He was a smallesh man, completely unimposing. But he had something in his eyes that scared me. I won't call it evil, but something was there, or maybe more accurately, not there. I saw no compassion in those eyes. He carressed my face in the way one rubs a good pet dog. "Yes slave, very cute, you will do nicely". 

  "Yes master, thank you master." With that he turned and lead me inside the house. I was surprised when he stopped at the dinning room table and patted a spot." Bend over here slave" as he placed the leash back in my mouth. I stood up and lay bent over the polished gorgeous table with my hands behind my back, legs far apart. I held very still and waited for the pain. And a few moments later I was still waiting. I did not hear him walk off or even move for that matter. Still nothing, was he just standing there looking at me. Not sure why but this nonaction had the fear in my throat again. Then he said "hummm, stay right there slave" and I heard him move away by the sound of his shoes on the wooden floor. All was quite in the large room so after a while I peeked around to see where he had gone. Nothing. Just the lavish furniture and a naked slave boy with collar on and leash in my mouth. Thinking "ok, well this is different. Maybe it won't be so bad." Now as a reader of this blog you know that I don't sleep much with always being put away wet (by Madam) in some form of painful stress bondage. Would you believe that I fell asleep? Well I did. Not deep sleep as when my legs relaxed I woke up just in time to catch myself from slipping off the table onto the floor. But I was having a really hard time staying awake!! At some point master returned, silently I might add, and put on the table next to me a costume and said with a hard slap on my ass "put this on sissy boy." 

"Thank you master, yes master."

  ""Yes, well from now on you are to address me as My Lord slave."

   "Yes master...uh My Lord." I said as I stood up to put on what he layed out. He took the leash from my mouth and pulled out one of the chairs and turned it around and sat down to watch me still holding the leash. He had an elegance about him. Not quite in a girly way but in the way of someone who had been accustomed to the finer things his whole life. He sat with his legs crossed and hands in his lap, back straight, eyes on me. "That is a nice tight young ass slave. Does your Master fuck you?" 

 I answered "Yes master" as I put on the very short white minidress. It fit very tight and left nothing to the imagination. My large swollen man nipples stood out and made me feel self conscious. It's a strange way to feel dressed but I have grown use to being buck naked. I then tried to put on the red 6"+ high heels but they were much to small. With no small effort I got them on and the pain in my feet started right away. I picked up the huge hoop earrings he laid out and not knowing what to do I asked "mas.,..uh My Lord may I speak freely?" 

  With a slight nod he said "yes sissy boy (reader please know that he used a f word here that I won't use) ask".

  "My Lord I don't have periced ears". 

    "No matter sissy boy, put on the ear rings!". 

     Now I wanted, needed, to do as ordered but in my confusion I said "I don't understand My Lord." 

   With a long sigh and disappointed look he told me "make holes slave".

   "Yes My Lord" and I put one of the rings on the table and took off the back of the other, held my ear with the fingers of my left hand and tried to push the stem through. Now let me tell you this takes a huge amount of pressure to push a dull earring stud through the ear lobe but after a moment it popped through. It hurt too, but as you know that is a turn on for me. As I started to do the other ear I felt drops of blood dripping on my shoulder. With both earrings on My Lord said "well done boy, now shake your head." I did as told but he looked down for a second and when he looked back up at me he said "Now now slave, you can do that in a more ah...feminine and slutty way. Do it again." 

   So I did. This time I tilted my head back a little, opened my mouth just a little and let my tounge lick my upper lip. "Hmmm, not bad, but the effect will be better after the makeup artist teaches you how to apply makeup." 

   Standing in front of him in the ultra short and tight hot mini and in painfully tight high heels, looking down at his feet I felt a strong need to please him. At this point I was feeling much better about the next few days under his control. But sometimes evil can mask it's self and fool everyone. It wasn't long before I was feeling the old fear and the need to escape to save my life!! 

 

 


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