Turning a disobedient sub into a service oriented fag

Master Paul went to the toilet. I was still in shock. I tried so hard not to get into a situation like this, but Master Paul saw right through me and now I was really trapped. No way out. My wife and my business can't find out. I would lose everything. My mind raced to find a way out of this situation. If I could offer Master Paul something else. "Fagot, I'm in the bathroom, crawl over here and bring the marker like I said. And bring some rope while you're at it. If you're not here in 30 seconds, you're going to be severely punished. 

Fuck Fuck FUUUCK. OK. I will do what he says and then I will talk to him. I'm in management. I know how to talk my way out of situations. Let them have a bit of what they want first and then renegotiate. So I crawled into the bathroom behind him. 

"Hurry up, I really need to pee. Remember, whatever comes out of my dick goes into your mouth." He pointed to the toilet, "Sit on the right side of it, lift the lid and show me your left arm. He grabbed it and wrote something on it.

"This is how it works: this weekend you will perform many tasks and services. I'll write them on your body and when you've completed the task I'll score you on a scale of 1-5. Your aim is to get at least 4 points for each task at the end of the weekend. We will start with urinal services. When I need to pee and we do it in the toilet, you sit on the right side of the toilet as you are now, lift the lid, put your face on the rim, open wide and look at me. Your aim is to swallow as much as you can. When I'm finished you clean my dick with your tongue first and then everything else. This should be an easy task. Nod if you understand and then get into position.

This was humiliating but it seemed simple enough. So I got into position. "As I did this he used the rope to tie my hands together so I was tied to the toilet. Luckily we had just moved into this hotel room so everything was really clean. 

I'm not a big fan of piss. I only had it a couple of times from tops, but only small amounts and usually it was really watered down. He stood spread-eagled in front of the toilet and slowly unzipped his trousers. Then he pulled out his cock and pointed it at my mouth. "That's a pretty picture. Stick out your tongue and act like you want it. Yes, that's it. Good boy."

What happened next was so fast I didn't have time to react. With one hand he put his dick in my mouth and with the other he grabbed his phone. He said "enjoy" and started pissing and filming at the same time. My face was in shock. He pissed on my face, in my mouth, in my nose and in my eyes. And it was strong, deep yellow, intensely smelling piss. I couldn't see because my eyes were full of his piss. I tried to pull away immediately, but I was tied to the toilet. "No no no, you can't do that. I said no filming." His piss splashed everywhere. The toilet, my face, my body, the floor, it was a mess. 

"I said I won't show your face. It can be blurred out. But I didn't say I wouldn't film it. Sharing it in my telegram groups is half the fun." He stopped for a second. "Hey Fag, stop moving. Open your mouth and look at me. This time keep it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. I drank a lot of coffee before I came here. Just for you.  I had never tasted or smelled piss so rancid. The smell was so intense that it made me gag. I tried to free myself and get out of the situation. Master Paul didn't seem to mind. He just kept on pissing, filming my struggle and disgust. He pissed like a racehorse and it took him minutes to finish. He shook his cock like a urinal and then zipped back up. 

"Looks like you made quite a mess in here." The bathroom was white and as his piss was really dark yellow you could see it everywhere. The floor, the edge of the toilet and he was standing in a yellow puddle too. And I was also dripping wet from his piss. My body, my hair and my face.

There are two things you should know about me: 1. I don't like disobedience, 2. I don't like mess. You're not off to a good start here. I expect you to clean this shit up as soon as possible. With that he untied my hands. "Get to work. You have 5 minutes." I grabbed the toilet paper to clean up. "Woah woah woah, what are you doing? I said whatever comes out of my dick ends up in your mouth." 

I looked at him confused, I really didn't understand what he wanted from me. "You're only allowed to use your tongue. So clean up this mess. Floor, toilet and the bits that splashed on my feet." My head started to spin, this was too much. I shook my head, "No, I won't do it. This is too much."

Master Paul looked really angry. I could feel right away that I had crossed a line. "OK, it's not going to work. You're supposed to listen and do what I say. We're breaking up."

I was shocked, but also a little relieved. "Yeah, maybe this isn't working out, I'm sorry master."

"Fuckin' faggots!" With that he grabbed my hair and dragged me to the door of the hotel room. "He opened the hotel room door and pushed me out. All of a sudden I was standing pissed, naked, collared, locked with his cock lock, with urinal service written on my arm in front of my hotel room and he was about to close the door.

"No, no, no, please, don't do this to me."

"Shut up, faggot, I've had enough. You're disobedient and complicated. You don't understand your role and you don't respect me. Get the fuck out of here."

"No sir, please let me in, I'll do what you say, I don't want to disobey anymore. I promise." I started crying, begging, I was panicking. I begged him, I got down on my knees and kissed his feet, "I'll clean the bathroom, I'll do what you say, I'll never disobey again, please let me in, please Master, please don't do this to me".

Master Paul smiled. But he waited. He was enjoying the scene. The longer it took, the more I panicked. He was counting on it. "Why should I, you don't want to do this, you said so yourself." 

"Please sir, I was wrong, please let me clean the bathroom floor and toilet. Please let me lick your piss. I want it. I need it. I want to serve you. And do everything you say. Just let me in, please, sir, please."

The lift door opened. I went crazy. At the last moment, before anyone could see me, Master Paul let me back in.

If I let you in, you accept that you're a fucking faggot. And that I'm your master. I'm up here and you're down there at my feet. I snap my fingers and you do it. When you think, you think what and HOW I want. Your fucking purpose is to serve. Do you understand that?" 

"Yes Master! I'm your fuckin' faggot. I will serve you and I'll never say no again, please let me serve you Master. "

I could hear footsteps coming from the lift. 

"All right, let's start again. This is your last chance. If you step out of line again I will throw you out naked, put the videos online and there will be no way back. Got it?"

"Yes Master!!"

"Good, now lick my feet clean first."

I did so enthusiastically. "Wow, look at that, the fag finally comes to life. Now crawl back into the bathroom and start cleaning the floor. Then clean the toilet. If you miss a spot, you will be punished. You have 5 minutes to complete this task.

I crawled back and went straight to work. Master Paul followed me. I started with the floor. I took short, little licks. "You're doing it wrong, it's taking too long. I'll show you: take out your whole tongue," he grabbed my head and moved it along the floor, "slurp and lick it up in long strokes, like this. Good boy, over there is another puddle, yes, much better. Now the same with the toilet. He moved my head to the toilet "tongue out" and then moved it along the rim. I started to gag. "Concentrate. You're almost done." I tried, but the smell from the bowl was really strong as most of his yellow piss ended up in the bowl. "Very good boy, now all that's left is the piss in the bowl," I looked at him in horror, but now I knew better than to disobey. He moved my head to the bowl and pushed it down, "I'm going to dip you in and you swallow as much as you can until the water is clear, got it?" I nodded... As soon as my face was in the piss water I gagged and coughed. "Ok, I'll give you some help this time," and he put a small brown bottle under my nostrils. "Take a deep breath, 3 times left, 3 times right" I did and it was poppers. The high helped and when he dipped my head this time I was able to swallow it without gagging. It was disgusting. "Good boy, you're beginning to learn. Maybe there's hope" It took 5 minutes or more for the water to clear. He submerged me several times. Then he flushed the toilet with my head in it. 

"I helped you this time, in future I expect you to do it yourself. Quickly and thoroughly. Like I said, I like it clean. Wait here until you're dry. You don't deserve a shower or a towel for this performance. When you are dry, crawl over to me on the sofa and start massaging my feet. Then you'll show me all the toys and food and we'll discuss the rules for the weekend.

He left the bathroom and switched off the light. I sat next to the toilet I had just cleaned with my tongue, ashamed. I had been his slave for the weekend. It just dawned on me: now he had total control over me. This wasn't a fun weekend anymore. He expected me to be his REAL faggot slave.

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My Master Paul ordered me to write and publish our story. This is our story, how Master Paul made me his slave. If you'd like to give us feedback, ideas or suggestions, what to [email protected] or on telegram.