Quick Enslavement

It had all been a rapid introduction to being enslaved, one minute he was just day dreaming about the fact and the next he was in training to be a slave. The man who claimed to be his Master had left him exhausted in bad after a ferocious fucking with that big Penis saying that he would be back tomorrow night with a fitness regime and a dietary list of what he slave should follow so he lost weight. The exercise regime was predominantly to firm up his belly and tone up the rest of his body. Master had been as good as his word. The next night he had returned and taken away all the food not in slave’s dietary sheet and introduced him to a strict exercise routine. Of course he had been used as Master decreed he would on those visits to slave’s home and had been face fucked and fucked until both his throat and arse were raw. No more punishments had followed so far but he had been warned there would be a major punishment session the first time he went to Master’s for the weekend. Just so he would know what to expect if he transgressed. That first weekend visit was to start tonight. It was Friday and he was now making his way to his Master’s place for the first time.  It was only four days after Master had entered slave’s life and taken it over. He was dressed as ordered. He had only a pair of trousers and a coat covered the clothes Master had left him to wear on his first visit. He was dressed in black fishnet tights, stockings, black bodice and a short dress over this underwear and he had to put make up on and wear a wig. He had to park his car down the road from Master’s and walk up the street to Master’s house. He didn’t look very feminine and it was very humiliating to dress this way because of that. He had to take his coat off and trousers and leave them in the car and wear the high heels Master had selected for him to wear in the walk to Master’s house. Slave was glad to see the road was quiet and dark. He left his car and slowly walked to Master’s house. He walked up the path and rang the doorbell. It was some time before Master opened the door. He was dressed all in black leather gear.

“Enter Slut! Stand in the hallway and I will inspect you for compliance. If you have let me down then you will be punished and then fucked. If you have done right then you will just be fucked.”

Slave entered and complied with the instructions. He heard the door close behind him and heard the door being locked and bolted. Master came up from behind and stood right next to him, Masters arms encircled slave and his hands ran up and down slave’s front. When they came to slave’s hardened penis he heard Master intake of breathe.

“Ah yes I didn’t leave that gift for you my mistake I will have to remedy that but because you are stiff I will have to punish you for that!”

He spun slave round and grabbed his slave’s head and kissed him probing slave’s mouth with his tongue and sucking the breathe away from slave’s chest. He stopped kissing slave his hands squeezed cheeks apart and spat into slave’s mouth.

“Swallow”

Slave complied it had become a regular occurrence now and slave wasn’t so repulsed by the act now. Slave had no idea just what he would swallow this weekend that made spittle trivial. Master had plans to move things on in many ways this weekend and slave would just have to obey. Master led slave into the front room and got slave to bend over the back of a chair and arms outstretched to grip the seat of the chair which stretched slave and made his arse tight. It showed the panties, stockings and garter off well. They looked quite good on this slave’s arse pity the rest of the body would never be much good in cross dressing. His shoulders and chest were too broad but his arse was still quite tight and pert. He pulled down the panties around the garter and left the rest in place. It left the skin of the bottom in a pretty picture and gave a target area for the punishment he planned to give the slave before he had crossed the threshold. It was all part of his introduction and of course part of Master’s power trip this weekend. Slave felt uncomfortable on the back of the chair and just had to wait for his punishment. He didn’t have to wait long after his bottom was bared. Master had a tawse on his person and positioned behind slave so he could swing the tawse and bring it down on slave’s backside. The first blow was sudden and sharp. There was the slap of leather on flesh and for slave there was the numbness followed quickly after by the pain rising soon after. Blow after blow fell. It took all slaves time to grip the chair and not cry out as the pain increased. His backside had never taken this type of beating before. Master wasn’t counting either he just laid into the slave and soon got the flesh reddened and still he continued, he stopped when his arm started to feel tired. No point in over doing it, he thought the weekend was just starting and it wouldn’t end until midnight Sunday. He smiled as he saw the slave wriggle under the punishment and thrilled in the slaps of the leather on flesh. He had no idea how it felt but the slave was in obvious pain and was trying hard not to cry out. Slave was in a world of pain it filled his mind and nothing else was possible to think about. Tears trickled out and ran down his face but he didn’t cry out. Suddenly he realised the blows had stopped when he felt his Master stand behind and was pushing his hard big penis into slave’s arse. His hole was being stretched open and that massive tool was ramming its way up his arsehole. A different sort of pain was now filling slave’s mind but it was one he was more familiar with and was learning to enjoy. During the fucking slave felt waves of a sensation he had never experienced before. He started to feel a rush of well being although slave didn’t feel he had the right words or ability to describe what was overcoming him. He was experiencing his first rush of endorphins that could envelope the body and make you feel great. It was all consuming and he totally spaced out on the feeling not noticing the powerful fucking his Master was giving him. He didn’t notice the explosion of sperm inside him or the release his hole felt when his Master pulled out of him. The first he realised his Master wanted his attention was when he was manipulating his big flaccid penis into slaves mouth.

“Clean me!”

Master just thought slave was totally exhausted from the beating and the fucking and needed a few seconds to recover. Slave sucked in the flaccid penis and slathered his tongue over and around the penis then moving it up and down. He felt the blood rushing back into this wonderful tool as his tongue administered to its cleaning. Master must be sexually hungry today as he was soon ignoring slaves cleaning role and had grabbed slave’s head and was pumping down slave’s throat with a thrusting action that enlarged the throat and rammed the penis right down the throat to feel slave’s lips against the base of the penis’s shaft. Master was delirious and totally getting his hunger for sex satiated by this old slave. Maybe there was life in this relationship and not just the weekend he had planned to use this desperate slave. The slave had believed it was to be the start of a long term relationship and He the Master wanted slave to believe this fact so he could get him to perform this weekend. Maybe it could continue and Master could get slave to perform more than once this act of power Master wanted to experience. Although he had just fucked this slave quite ferociously he was soon on the edge of climax once again and with a massive surge and contracting of his muscles he exploded into the slave’s throat. He at once felt totally contented for now. The night was still young and the weekend had two long days and nights to go.

“Get up! Follow me to my play room where you will stay this weekend and where you will be used to satisfy my needs.”

Slave straightened up, slightly stiffly as his rear end was tender. He followed the Master to the playroom. It was downstairs in a cellar, an unusual feature but the building was rather older in style and construction than the houses slave was used to. Slave’s mouth gaped open as he looked around the room. There was all sorts of devices some he could work out their function but some he had no idea but had a feeling at one time or other he would becoming familiar with them and they didn’t look pleasant. The walls had chains and hooks on them and one wall had numerous devices for punishment hanging on them ranging from whips to tawses. One other wall had a padded chair device but it you would have to be seated on the floor to use it slave thought. It was an area that looked like a wet room with tiles and drainage holes on the floor. He wondered what would happen there. In the middle of the room was a device like a bench. There was a cage as well which was on the same wall as the wet area and tiles were fitted under the cage and channels that would allow liquid to drain away from the cage.

“Strip off those tart’s rags! I need to give you two gifts for the weekend.”

Slave stripped off and was naked. Master came over and bent down. He pinched slave’s erect penis which made it shrink to a flaccid size, Master then fitted a chastity device to prevent slave getting an erection. Then he stood up and fitted a collar around slave’s neck.

“There that’s you sorted for this weekend’s entertainments. Now get over to the bench. I am now going to give you a punishment beating so you know what will happen to you if you displease me by refusing to do something I ask you to do. The rule of this weekend is simple. Any act you do this weekend without coercion you will be expected to do again without hesitation.”

Slave went over to the bench and bent over it. It left his back exposed for beating and his back side stretched taught for punishment and Master’s pleasure. Master fixed his hands to links at each side of the bench and his legs to the links at the end of the bench. Master then fitted a gag to slave so he had something to bite on during punishment and to shut him up.

“The punishment will be severe and there will be no limits. The only rule I have is that I will not mark you permanently or harm you to the point you will have scars. That would prevent me having further fun causing you pain over any short period of time like this weekend event. That would ruin my fun after all. It will give you pain that you will find extreme but that is the point of this punishment. It will act as a reminder to persuade you to behave this weekend and any further visits to my home. However I assure you this will not be the last time I punish you, I will always find a reason to punish you when I think you need it. First I am going to birch you on that lovely red arse you have. It has been nicely tenderised for it.”

 Master walked over to the wall with the implements of pain on it and selected a birch. He came back and first of all place it against slaves arse and got the length of the swing right. Then rather rapidly and in quick succession delivered 12 strokes of the birch. Slave heard the first swish and felt the sting of the blow then the following hits became one joint up sound of swishes and explosions of pain. Master stopped and went over to the wall and replace the birch, he then selected a riding crop and brought that over to slave and once again positioned the crop and then quickly pounded slaves arse. Slave wriggled and writhed under the blows but knew there was no escape just endurance. Master finished off after 12 strokes of the crop. He returned it to the wall and selected a whip. It was a cat of nine leather whip. He positioned himself at slave’s side and got the feel of the whip against slave’s back. Gently it was laid out over his back then it was moved. He heard a swish then a burning pain across his back. Master applied a mix of forward strokes and back hand strokes as he applied the whip over slaves back. The skin went red and then weal’s started to rise up on the back. He had to stop to prevent any blood and ripping the skin open. Slave was in a mass of pain and was unable to do anything about it. He hadn’t expected such pain at any time and dreaded it ever happening again. He would have to be very willing to obey his Master this weekend and do what is asked of him to do whatever it is. The punishment session had taken no time at all and was over quite quickly, too quickly for Master’s opinion but the slave was new to it and he had promised no permanent marks. He felt though it was enough for his purposes this weekend. He promised himself if it happened again then he would take longer and use more implements and maybe even cause a few scars. Slave had noticed it had all happened without any talk and was very clinical in its application and left him thoroughly at the mercy of this man’s desires however dark they might be. Master unfastened slave and slave slumped onto the floor.

“Looks like you are finished for your first night as my slave. Tomorrow promises to be a busy day for you. However there is just one more experience for you tonight. I had planned it for a later time tomorrow but nature has taken its course. Crawl over to the wet area and position yourself against that padded section of the wall”.

Slave dragged himself over to the padded part and sat with his back to it.

“Now lean your head back and relax put your hands under your bum cheeks to stop the cheeks being so sore to sit on after that beating”.

Slave did so but the cool tiles had eased some of the pain but putting his hands to protect them made sense to. He had no idea what was happening. Master walked over to slave and let out a fart.

“Pardon me” Master smirked.

Now I was going to train you to rim me first but this is on the job training and we are going to do some enhance rimming”.

Master turned around and squatted over slave and wriggled his arse onto slave’s mouth so Master’s arse was directly over slave’s mouth.

“We have discussed rimming and what to do so I want you to start practicing what we have discussed, I will ease you onto the enhance part as nature takes its course.”

Slave was surprised at this rimming but had discussed a willingness to try this act. He opened his mouth against the pressure of Master’s body sitting on his face and probed for Master’s arse. Licking it carefully searching for the passage way to Master’s hole. When he had found the hole he then pressed his tongue against the hole. Slave thought this act was more disgusting than he had first imagined but he couldn’t face another beating if he refused to do this act. He managed to wriggle his tongue into Master’s arsehole and he probed deeper into Master’s arse. His tongue felt the smoothness of the sides of this passageway and it felt alright. He had no sense of smell as Master’s body was stopping slave from smelling the arsehole. That was when Master dropped the bombshell.

“Now what I saw in your stories intrigued me and made me want to try the things you said in the stories and that was why I got in touch with you and make you my slave. I had planned it to happen at the end of the weekend but now it is happening at the start of the weekend so that opens up so many possibilities for me”.

Slave at first wondered what he was talking about then his position and predicament hit home and he was shocked, frightened and disgusted by what this man was proposing to do to him. He had thought he would have had more input and chance to refuse doing this act. He had never intended to ever enact this or had he? Why did he put it in all his stories and then make the offer in the heading that if anyone out there measured up to his dream Master then they should get in touch with him on another Master/slave dating site where they could talk to him discretely at least at first. Here was about to experience the very act that had disgusted him and jointly attracted him all his adult life.

“Have you guessed what is about to happen my toilet slave?”

Slave continued to probe and explore his Master’s arsehole hoping he was wrong and it was all a sick joke of this man. Surely he didn’t really meant to do it without more discussion. His tongue probed then it stopped as it found something hard moving against his tongue. He froze then knew had to continue. The object moved on relentlessly towards slave’s opened mouth his tongue couldn’t probe the hole as the log opened up the passageway and filled it as it pushed his tongue back and into slave’s mouth where he kept it over his front teeth and it slid pushed over his tongue. Most of his taste was gone because his nose was separated from this foul object. Master’s body took over as his sphincter muscles took over and pushed it out of Master’s body and forced it down slave’s throat.

Slave wondered at the size of this log and just how big was it going to be. Master relished this feeling of power and the enjoyed the very act as he elected his shit into slave’s open and willing mouth. It was a long one his preparation had paid off for his first time experience of performing IBS with this slave. God the power he felt right now was quite extreme. Slave was thinking more of the humiliation and degradation he was experience and wasn’t that just what he had asked for in his profile. The log slid down the slave’s throat as slave perform deepthroat performanece to swallow the brown log down. Master got off him and turned around to look at his human toilet.

“That was excellent. Keep it down now and I will see you in the morning. I will lock the door of this room and you can have the chance to roam about the room and digest all the food I am going to give you this weekend. Here have a drink!”

He grabbed his flaccid penis and directed that jet at slave’s moth and pissed into it and over his face and body.

“Better swallow that down as that is all you are getting to drink tonight.

With that he walked out the room and locked the door. The weekend had just started. Slave was totally exhausted and disgusted with what had happened and wondered what else Master had planned for him.