City Analyst to Naked Property

The Slow Descent

I leant back on the soft pillow and closed my eyes. She was a good fuck all right! She had gone downstairs to get me an ashtray and a beer after I pounded her wet pussy well and proper. As I looked around her apartment, I sighed in contentment and pushed the sheets down my body. I ran my hand down my chest and looked down my chiselled body, running my hands over my abs and deflating cock. Another one-night-conquest to describe in detail to all my mates in the pub on Monday.

Master of the universe. Life is good for me. A 25 year old city analyst, I am making my way slowly but surely up my profession. At school my potential was recognised early, and I sailed through my qualifications to be top of my class at Oxford. I now enjoy the luxurious lifestyle of a successful young playboy. City centre flat, sports car, girls coming at me from every direction, and my team mates on the football team giving me a great social life as I party my way through every weekend. As their captain and leader, I often decide on when and where we will have our big nights out. Football guys on tour !!

My looks and my top-of-the-range gear mean that, when I am out clubbing like tonight, the women drip from my arms and I can have my pick of them. But tonight I have pulled a real cracker. Top drawer. My mates were pretty impressed when this fucking beauty turned up and I have had no problem shagging her senseless for the past few hours. And – as if that isn’t enough – she’s gone downstairs to pamper to my every need.

After a short while, she appeared at the door with a glass of water and ran a finger delicately down my face. With one large gulp, I downed the water and sat up to get a look at her sexy body. Slowly, I pulled the cover away and patted the bed, feeling my manly cock starting to get hard once again. What can I say, I'm young, energetic and full of testosterone, I can probably fuck her tight pussy for at least two more rounds. And that's exactly what I was planning to do before the night is over.

As she moved towards me, my head lolled backwards, and my vision blurred. I slipped quickly into unconsciousness.

...

When I came around, the sun streamed in through the window, curtains open. My head pounded – no doubt from a mixture of alcohol and the drug from the water – and my eyes hurt from the bright sunshine. I tried to raise my head and look at where I was and I became aware of my situation immediately. I was tied on the bed, my legs and arms spread to the corner where they were cuffed in leather cuffs to the corners of the bed. The sheet had been removed and I wore only my tight CK brief.

'What the fuck?' I murmured, then began to shout. "Hey! Help! Help! Let me free!" as I struggled vainly against the bonds on my outstretched limbs.

I could hear footsteps approaching the room, before the door burst open and my great fuck entered the room. She smiled at me, and moved towards me. "What the hell is going on here?" I began, before I stared in horror at the door behind her. Entering the room behind her was a tall man dressed in a tight sleeveless top. He stopped at the door and grinned at me.

"Hello Gary!", he smiled, before moving towards me. "Nice to see you are all tied up and no doubt pleased to see me."

I could not speak as I stared at him. Lewis McGuire. My arch nemesis at work. The guy who loved to hate me. The guy who tried to thwart my career at every turn, and yet had still been passed over for promotion, the directors choosing my career progression over his. Of all the people to see me like this, he was the one I would have least liked. I felt my face burn with humiliation as he stood over me.

His smile disappeared and he turned towards the girl. With a monotonous tone, he stated "Thanks Jen. I’ve left your money on the hall table. Not sure I will need you again, but your co-operation has been much appreciated. You will see I have left you a healthy tip as I promised."

"Right, thanks then Mr McGuire", she replied. She turned towards me and smiled. "Bye, she whispered. Pity. You were a good fuck." And without a backwards glance she turned and left the room.

After seeing her out, he returned into the room and closed the door behind him. He stood over me and looked into my eyes.

"Look, Lewis, what the fuck is going on here? Let me go", I shouted.

He stared at me. "Shhhhh. Shhhh. Be quiet if you know whats good for you, you piece of shit. Not quite so smug and self confident now you are spread out in your undies for me?"

I felt my heart flutter as I realised that he held the upper hand here. I could not move and I was spread in an extremely humiliating position. I felt my bottom lip shudder, either in cold or fear. I was not sure which. And I held my breath in horror as I watched him drag his bony hand down my pecs, over my abs and hold it over my package.

"Gotcha!" he snarled and laughed aloud. "Welcome to my flat Mr High and Mighty. Surprised you didn’t notice it isn’t very girly. Guess you were just focusing on your cheap fuck eh? Well, it may not have been worth your trouble. I suggest you watch the following video very carefully boy."

With the press of a switch, I watched in horrified fascination as the curtains closed and a projector screen came down from the ceiling. As the light dimmed, the image of a young girl came onto the screen. She was dressed in teenage clothes and looked afraid at the camera. It was only then that I realised it was Jen. The girl I had fucked last night. "Please Gary Sir", she pleaded. "Please don’t make me do it." I watched a five minute scene that showed a clever mix of shots. Shots from our real fucking session, editing in a way that clearly showing me pounding her hard and other shots mixed in that revealed her as a young schoolgirl who was submitting to my orders. If I had not spent the night with her, I would have believed that I had just raped a teenage schoolgirl and that she had been an unwilling participant. It had cleverly been mixed to reveal a rape that I had not committed.

The show ended. I stared at the blank screen and tried to comprehend what I had just seen.

Lewis smiled. "Now you and I know that Jen is not quite as innocent as she seems there boy. But I doubt that the directors at work would see it that way if I forwarded them a copy. Or what about a copy playing on that new TV system you installed at the football club? What about dear old Sheila and John who I met at that party last week they were telling me how proud they were of their high and mighty son. They even told me where they lived. Could you really allow all of those people to watch you fucking a schoolgirl?"

"Why? Why are you doing this? You wouldn’t do that to me would you?"

"Of course I would. I would take delight in doing it. Its about time you came down a peg or two. Always the golden boy. Always the favourite. Mr. Heroic Hunk UK. I am sick of it."

I gulped in horror as I realised that he really did hate me, and I had no hesitation in knowing that he would forward the video. He had clearly already gone to a great deal of trouble in setting this whole scenario up and I was helpless to resist, tied up semi-naked before him.

"In a minute I am going to untie you and let you leave. Don’t even think about trying to do anything to me. I have left parcels ready to be delivered in case anything stops me from intercepting them in an hour’s time. You need to get dressed and leave here. And then I am giving you 24 hours notice boy."

I stared open-mouthed at him. His words sinking into my brain seemed surreal. Detached. This could not be happening to me. I felt his fingers caressing against my balls.

"I have you by the balls boy. You do as I say, or you face the consequences. Go to the police if you think you can. Let them look at the video. But in the meantime, it will have been forwarded before they get to speak to me. I promise that."

He looked into my eyes and seemed to drink in my fear.

"Or your other option is to submit to me. I want you. I want to change you for the better. I want to control your life. If you submit to me, I will keep the videos to myself in a safe place. No-one need ever know. And you get to keep your life as it is, with a few adjustments."

I looked at him and felt my head nodding slowly as I realised that I had no choice. I didn’t understand what he was talking about, but I knew I had no choice.

"Return here in 24 hours boy. 10am tomorrow morning. I want you dressed in your smartest work suit and ready to submit to me. Understand?"

I nodded and tried to speak, but no noise came from my mouth. He chuckled and started to undo my limbs. Without a word, I gathered my clothing from the floor and dressed quickly. Pausing only at the door to register his apartment number, I fled his apartment and started to run back to my own apartment.

I ran through the rain, my shirt soaking as I did so. What was happening to me? What did Lewis want from me? Dazed and alarmed, I ran onwards through the rain.

...

Needless to say I didn’t sleep well that night as I contemplated what Lewis meant. He wanted me to submit, and he wanted to control me. I didn’t understand what this could mean, but I knew that it would not be a pleasant experience. Clearly, Lewis intended that I would suffer and I began to mentally prepare myself for the climbdown that I knew would be inevitable. He wanted to reduce my influence at the firm. I had to accept that this could be very awkward and that I was going to have to allow him some form of control over me. Maybe he would make me help him with a promotion at work? Naively, I couldn’t see what else I could do for him.

And yet as I walked reluctantly, nervously, towards his apartment the next day, I felt certain that I could convince him that this was not the answer. Trying to blackmail me was not fair, particularly when I had actually done nothing wrong. I had contemplated calling the police but it seemed that this could only have a devastating effect on my own reputation. People would inevitably believe what came out, and my clean living reputation would be besmirched. I did not want this. A little humble pie before Lewis would be a small price to pay to prevent my reputation being destroyed.

I got into the elevator and adjusted my best tie in the mirror. Taking in my nicely groom hair and chiselled jawline, I admired my reflection. In my sharp suit, polished shoes and expensive clothing I looked every image the successful young businessman and jock boy, and I contemplated my evening at the gym later. I had already cancelled my afternoon out with Anna, my girlfriend. We were supposed to be going out for a drive and lunch at my private golf club. I had made up some excuse about needing to do some work and convinced her to stay away from my apartment.

I hesitated for a second and looked at my watch. 10.06. I took a deep breath and knocked confidently on Lewis’s door.

Nothing happened.

I waited for a while. Maybe this was a joke. I sighed and knocked again.

I heard footsteps instead. Shit, he was home. He opened the door and looked me up and down. Without a hint of emotion, he nodded and stated firmly IN.

I walked into the apartment and stood hesitantly as he closed the door. He walked into his living room and I followed behind him. Without a word, he proceeded to a large armchair and sat down. Without a word, he looked me up and down as if he was checking me out. I felt so uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure what to do or say. He sat there and stared at me.

Finally, to break the silence, I ventured "Look Lewis, what’s this all about? I really"

"Shut your mouth", he stated. Calmly yet with total authority.

I felt so awkward, stood before him like a naughty schoolboy as he sat and stared at me. I have never had a problem with confidence and yet I squirmed under the pressure of the situation. With a sideways glance, I moved towards the settee and sat down to escape his gaze.

"Who told you to sit?", he barked, with an icy stare. And, obediently, I rose to my feet and stood in front of him again.

I waited for a minute before again breaking the deathly silence. "Look, I know you don’t like me. Tell me what you want and I’ll do my best to help you man. I have nothing against you, honestly. I will try my best to work with you on whatever you want. Is it money? Is it help at work?"

He sat before me and a smile crept across his stony face.

"You haven’t worked it out yet boy, have you?"

"No Lewis. What do you want?"

"I think we both accept that you are in the shit boy. You have fucked up badly in raping that innocent schoolgirl and I can wreck your life with three easy parcels. Agreed?"

"Yes"

"Good. Well what I want is very simple boy. I want you boy. I want to own you. I want to be your Master, and you will be my slaveboy. That’s what I want. And if I don’t get exactly what I want, then your rape story goes through this town faster than you can blink."

Standing before him, I looked down at him and didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t understand what he was talking about. Slavery? Slavery didn’t exist. How could I be his slave? This was 2019, not the 17th century. I had never even thought about slavery, let alone considered myself as a slave. I was an educated, good looking, successful, popular jock. It was an impossible concept to think of being a slave.

"What do you mean, be your slave? I don’t understand Lewis."

"Exactly what I said boy. I will own you. You will be my personal property, and I will control your life completely. I will own your body and your mind. You will have no free choice from now on. Every decision about you is now mine. You simply obey my instructions."

I squirmed under his unending gaze into my eyes. I looked up at the ceiling and raised my arm to wipe away the sweat forming on my brow.

"And if you try to disobey me. If you try to rebel against what I do with you, you will be punished. The ultimate punishment will be for me to reveal our little secret. Do you understand me boy?"

What could I do? I still couldn’t comprehend how this would work, but the oppressive atmosphere in the room told me that this was no joke. I looked down at my feet and then up at his face. "Look, Lewis, this doesn’t make any sense man. Please, why are you doing this?"

"As far as you are concerned boy, my name is Master. You refer to me as Master from now on. Understand?"

The pause hung in the air for a few seconds. My mind swam in confusion, and I could feel beads of sweat on my brow and under my arms. I had no choice. I would need to see what he had planned.

"Yes"

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Don’t make me punish you slave."

And thus began my humiliation, as – defeated – I sobbed "Yes . Master."

"Well, we had better get started boy. Kneel!"

I looked at him blankly. Stood before him, dressed in my expensive suit, I felt such an idiot calling my work colleague Master. It felt wrong, immoral. A ridiculous game that was pointless and yet still demeaning. And now he appeared to be asking me to kneel. I waited for a further command, but he just looked at me.

Slowly, unsure of where this was going, I knelt down before him. I was his superior in every way, and yet I knelt before him on command and felt my manhood begin to diminish.

He leaned forward in his chair and looked me up and down. Suddenly, without warning, his hand shot out and smacked me hard across the face. I reeled backwards in shock but he grabbed me by my hair. My so carefully coifed and clayed hair was pulled up by his skinny fist and I knelt awkwardly, my face pulled next to his.

He whispered into my ear, a low menacing growl. "I am getting tired of you already boy. When I give you a command, you obey me instantly. You need to learn that quickly slave boy. Understand?"

"Yes, please let my...". I stammered, before he pulled my hair up sharply and smacked me again across the jaw.

"Yes MASTER, slaveboy. Yes MASTER when you speak to me!"

"Yes Master", I stuttered, my jaw aching from his blow. I could easily have overpowered him, my muscular athletic frame massively was definitely stronger than his average build. And yet I submitted. I knew I had no choice.

He released my hair and I slumped defeated before him. Once again, the silence hung in the air, and I bowed my head and looked at the floor. I could feel tears stinging the corner of my eyes at this ridiculous situation.

The silence was broken by his voice. "Well look at you. All dressed up in your fancy suit", he said, as he ran his fingers down the front of my designer suit. "And I am here dressed casually. Doesn’t seem to reflect our new status does it?" He paused and let his words sink in before he continued. "Slaves don’t wear suits boy. The clothing of a slave should reflect its status. You have lost the right to privacy in my presence. Suits are for men of significance. Better take it off boy. Show me my new property how it should be displayed before me."

Despite the fact that my brain screamed no, my instinct started to move my hands and I obeyed his demeaning words. My hesitation was only momentary now. I did as I was told, and started to fumble with my suit jacket buttons. Carefully, I removed my expensive jacket and laid it down beside me. Looking at his face and waiting for any further instructions – instructions that did not come – I undid the laces of my leather shoes and removed them, then undid my belt and pulled down my suit trousers. I placed them carefully on top of my jacket and knelt there in my socks, shirt, tie and underwear.

"Socks boy", he snarled and I quickly unpeeled my silk socks to kneel there barefooted, my mind reeling at this so obvious change in my status. Surely enough, he followed with the simple words tie and shirt and I began to feel my total exposure and vulnerability to him.

I knelt there in my underwear. The second time in 24 hours that he had seen me this way. But it would be worse this time and I waited breathlessly for a final command that was inevitable. "Get them off boy."

I looked up at him. "Please, why are you doing this?"

He raised his hand and I squealed "Sorry Master" before the hand clouted my face. With quivering lip and hating myself for my pathetic submission, I grabbed the band of my designer brief and slowly pulled them down my muscled thighs and over my ankles to kneel naked, submissive, before him. He held out his hand and obediently I handed over my only scrap of clothing to him.

Wordlessly, he reached behind me and produced a dustbin liner. Wordlessly, he grabbed my clothes and threw them into the liner. Wordlessly, he pointed at my Swiss designer watch and added it to the dustbin liner before tying up the bag.

I could not speak nor look at him. I could feel my legs shaking, and my face reddening. I knelt there naked and felt more humble and exposed than I have ever felt in my life. I looked down at my bare chest and groin, my legs spread out and displaying my manhood hanging exposed between my bare legs. This guy was making me do things I could not comprehend and I knew that this could only be the beginning.

"Stand up boy", he stated. With shaking legs, I rose and stood before him. I followed his instructions and placed my hands on my head. I spread my legs as instructed as he left the room.

He left me there, spread naked, for a few minutes before he returned. A few minutes of torture in which a single tear escaped my eye and ran desperately down my cheek. It is difficult for me to describe the emotions churning inside me as I stood there naked. What was happening to me? Why was I submitting like this? What did he want with me? I could not begin to comprehend my new status.

I heard him come behind me. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand brush down my spine and enter the crack between my cheeks. I whimpered as I felt him stand in front of me and run his hands down my chest, my abs and down to my genitals. He lifted my cock and stroked it, before cupping my balls in his hands. What the fuck?

"Your smart suit is in the dustbin slave."

I opened my eyes and looked at him. I opened my mouth to protest, then closed it again in recognition that he held all the aces.

"From now on, you will appear before me naked. Always NAKED. You are my property now boy, and there will be big changes in your lifestyle. You had better get used to it. Nakedness is your natural state from now on. I own you and I want to see your exposed flesh at all times."

He took my chin in his hand and brought my gaze into his eyes. My cockiness and feelings of superiority over him had disappeared, and were extinguished as he growled

"I am your Master boy. Your days of big shot city analyst are over. Welcome to slavery my naked property. Welcome to your new life! I own you completely boy, and you will obey me instantly from now on. Your body and your mind belong to me, and I will be changing you little by little over the coming weeks and months to adjust you to my requirements. Don’t try to get out of doing what I say or you will be punished. Do we understand each other yet boy?"

I stood there, naked in tears, and listened. I looked down at my nude body and contemplated the fact that my clothing had been removed from me. How on earth did this happen to me? Yesterday I had the world at my feet and now I didn’t even have a stitch of clothing on me, stood before a guy who was outlining my future as his slave.

"Yes Master", I whispered, my toes curling in embarrassment at the submissive pose I adopted. The contrast between his clothed person and my humble nudity struck home to me as I noticed his fashionable jeans and boots.

"At work tomorrow, you will adopt a submissive nature to me at all times. You will call me MASTER whenever possible, or SIR when in the hearing of others at work."

"No, come on, I can't do that. How can I do that at work?" I pleaded, looking up into his fixed face. Almost instantaneously, I screamed and fell to the floor in agony. I heaved a dry sob of agony and clutched my groin. Callously, he had kneed me with full force in my balls. And as I lay there in agony, his boots came closer to my open mouth. Before I knew anything about it, his boot pressed down on my neck and I sprawled in an undignified naked mess on the floor.

"You don’t fucking get it slave. I don’t care how much you don’t want to do something, or how much it hurts you or embarrasses you. You are my fucking slave and you do as you are told. ALWAYS. No matter how much you don’t want to do it."

I choked as I felt the pressure of his boot on my neck. "Yes Sir, please" I shouted.

He laughed and pushed down before moving his boot aside. With one quick motion I sprang to my feet and squared up to him. "You bastard Lewis. You can't do this to me. I am going to the police. FUCK YOU!" I spat in his face.

I ran naked across the room, feeling my exposed genitals slapping against my knees and burning in fury and embarrassment as I headed for the door.

It was five minutes later when I re-entered the room to face Lewis. He was sat in his chair reading something. I moved towards him and wiped the tears from my face.

"Lewis, please may I talk to you?" I murmured, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

He looked up and stared at me, raising an eyebrow in indignation at me. Once again I considered how pathetic I must have looked kneeling naked before him. "Lewis. Master. Please?"

"You’ve got 30 seconds."

"Please don’t do this to me. I don’t understand why you want to do this to me. I will carry out your orders and give you money. Give you whatever I own. I will serve you whenever I can, but please don’t humiliate me in public like that. Let me be your personal servant, but please. People will notice."

Lewis sat up in his chair and reached out his hand. He moved his hand across my head and brushed my fringe to one side, then reached down my face and traced the tracks of my tears. And then he leaned forward and moved down to my genitals. With a gentle but firm hold, he grasped my cock and balls in his fist.

"You ran away from me. Did it take you to get to the door before your temper calmed enough to realise you were stark naked boy?"

I hung my head in shame.

"Well realise this. You are not here to be my personal slaveboy on your terms. You will serve me always on MY terms. You will know every second of every day that you are owned property. You think you are struggling at the moment, you have no idea what I have in store for you. I will control every aspect of your life. EVERY ASPECT. I will humiliate you everywhere. It is what you need to learn your place as my bitch boy. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master", I whispered in a total defeat. I couldn’t comprehend his hatred for me. Why would any sane person want to enslave me like this? I had no understanding of why he would do this to me.

"Now slave, you will listen and not interrupt. Interrupt me and I throw you out naked onto the street and send these videos. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Now, as I was saying, before you attempted to intervene, tomorrow at work you will refer to me at all times with the utmost respect. MASTER when alone, or SIR when others are present. If, at any time, I click my fingers then you will meet me in the toilet. No questions, no delay. Understand me so far slave?"

"Yes Master", I stammered, my mind buzzing with thoughts of how humiliating this new situation would be at work. And puzzled at why I would meet him in the toilet.

"That’s better. See, you are learning your place now", he sniggered as he stood and ruffled my hair like his pet dog. "Now, there are two more things I want you to do before you arrive at work tomorrow morning. I will be able to see instantly if you have completed one of your tasks, and you had better do the other one. It is still morning so you have plenty of time to complete both tasks."

He moved behind me and dropped a small bag into my hands. "I want you looking more like my slave, he stated in that matter-of-fact tone. The hair needs to go boy. I want your head shaved to stubble. All of it off. I’d do it myself but I want to join the others at work in their shock at your transformation tomorrow."

I reeled. My beautiful hair? Shaved off to stubble. How could I explain that at work? How could I explain that to my friends, family? To Anna? "But", I began.

He raised his arm and I cowered, simpering "Sorry Master". I could feel my vision blurring and I felt faint. This was all too much.

"You will struggle to get an even cut alone with those clippers slave. Better get someone else to help you do it."

I shook my head in shock.

"And I warn you now, don’t dare turn up without it done. The consequences for you will be very, very severe if you do. Understand?"

"Yes... Master" I managed.

"Now finally, and I don’t mind which of your two tasks you do first today, you will ring the gorgeous Anna today. I don’t think it is fair that she is dating a slave. You will have loyalty to me only now, and she deserves to date a real man. I also wonder how horrified she would be if she saw the pics of who her supposed boyfriend fucks behind her back. Actually rapes, not fucks." He sniggered. "You will ring her and you will finish your relationship."

"No, no, no." I whimpered, a rising note of hysteria in my voice shocking myself as I knelt there naked. I grabbed his leg and slid down it to rest at his expensive shoes. Naked. Defeated. Enslaved.

"Oh be quiet. We both know you will do as I say, so stop the self pity. It will happen today. There will be many more things to come over the coming days so get used to it. I don’t care what you tell her, just do it. Now, we need to find something more suitable for you to wear for your journey home."

He left me there naked and alone on the floor. My life was being ruined and I had done nothing to deserve it. Three simple steps over the next 24 hours would ensure that I was becoming what he wanted me to be. I was losing my status and my normality as a successful jock. And I had no choice other than to obey.

After giving him my home telephone number and mobile number, I managed to beg for my apartment keys to be returned, but he kept my car keys. He said that slaves had no need for cars and that I would walk anywhere from now on to keep my body in shape for him.

And so it was that I left his house wearing a tight fitting sleeveless top that accentuated my chest muscles and my bulging biceps, but left my stomach exposed, and a pair of tight white shorts that left little to the imagination. No underwear and barefooted.

It was early afternoon on a Sunday. As my bare feet pounded the streets and I ran as fast as I could, I prayed that no-one I knew would see me like this, in this ridiculous, almost-pornographic suit. All eyes seemed to be on me as I ran through the streets. A group of teenagers laughed out loud as I passed them, their whistles and catcalls making me crimson in embarrassment as I dared not look back.

Finally, I arrived home and closed the door behind me. I sank to the floor and held my head in my hands in despair. What had become of me? Where was my manhood? Why was I letting him do this to me? I felt sick to the pit of the stomach and yet my mind continued to remind me that I had no choice. Maybe, he would grow sick of his torments soon.

It seemed unlikely though as I lay defeated on the floor. I had two imminent acts to commit that would change me forever, and they needed to be done today. The sound of my mobile phone on the kitchen table roused me and I moved to see who was texting me.

"I forgot to say slave. From now on you wear no underwear. Ever. I will check you at work tomorrow. MASTER."

I was safe nowhere from his orders.

After changing into some normal, decent clothing (including underwear, fuck him! he would never know) I spent an hour or so procrastinating, crashed in front of the TV watching football. For a short while, I could forget about what was happening to me, and pretend to be normal again as I watched some sport on TV. For a short while, I was still a free jock boy with a free future ahead of me and I could forget about Lewis’s threats about what would happen to me.

I was brought back into reality with my mobile phone ringing. For a moment, I thought it would be Lewis, but was relieved to see that it was my football buddy Ben. He informed me that the guys at football were all waiting to hear my fuck story from the other night at the club. Normally, I would join him in his banter and look forward to being the centre of attention at the pub tomorrow night as I proclaimed what a stud I was to all my mates. But my mind was confused in my state as it was, and I tried to contemplate turning up to football with a shaved head. It was unthinkable. My good looks and immaculate image would look ridiculous with a stubble shaved head. I mumbled to Ben that I was busy at work, and didn’t know if I would be at football practice this week. I finished the conversation as quickly as possible and buried my head in my hands. How could I return to football with a shaved head?

It was time to do something about my predicament. I needed to get this sorted once and for all, and I needed to do it now. I picked up the phone and dialled the number.

The conversation with Anna started well – our usual banter – and then, clumsily and awkwardly – I told her that I needed some time to sort my head out and that I wanted our relationship to end. There was shocked silence, there was anger and there were tears and I simply cried along. I could offer no realistic reason and was forced to just tell her I needed a fresh start. I simply sat there on the floor and asked her forgiveness then hung up.

My life was turning into a nightmare, and I sat there and cried. What was happening to me? I was an alpha male and yet I was crying. I was giving my life away to serve Lewis, my Master who was exerting his newfound domination over me. I lay and tried to think of a way to get out of the situation, and yet the shocking video of me fucking the schoolgirl reminded me over and over again that I was ensnared, trapped, enslaved.

As afternoon turned into evening, I opened the package that Lewis had given me. Inside was a pair of electric hair clippers. I toyed with them in my hands and ran my hands through my hair. Could I really go through with this? It all seemed so completely pointless, to remove my hair with the sole aim of ridiculing and humiliating myself. It was just so unfair to do this to me. My expensive hairstyle suited me, and defined my position in life. How could I even contemplate going to work or football with a stubbled head? I would look like some gay skinhead and no one is ever going to respect me anymore.

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