Turning a disobedient sub into a service oriented fag

It took about 30 min until I was fully dry. But I still reeked of Master Paul’s piss. It was a strange feeling sitting in a dark bathroom dripping wet in piss after this humiliation and show of dominance. It felt like Master Paul built in this pause on purpose for me to reflect on this. He was more powerful and smart than any other Master I’ve experienced so far. And he isn’t playing, he IS naturally dominant. But what does that make me? I was about to find out.

As soon as I felt dry I crawled to the couch in our Hotel Room where he was sitting. In front of him my personal belongings orderly on the table in front of him. Also all the toys I brought plus the ones he asked me to get for this weekend.

He snapped his fingers again and pointed to his feet. „Lick my feet. When you lick them your ass is up and your shoulders are as near to the floor as you can. When you don’t use your hands to massage my feet you use them to spread your butt cheeks. So show me!“

I did as master Paul asked and felt really vulnerable and a little bit silly.

„Good fag. Get used to this position. This is your default position when I’m resting to read or watch tv or if we have a conversation. Say yes master to show me you understand what is asked of you“. 

„Yes master!“

„Good. Now: let’s get some basics straight. There’s a male hierarchy:

1. Alphas: the superior males to lead others. We’re dominant, demanding, highly intelligent and deserving to be served, admired and that and life is made easier sexually and domestically. 
2. Beta males: regular males who don’t want to lead. They can be top, bottom, versatile. They expect eye level. 
3. Gamma males: submissive males who lack ambition and enjoy being lead or told what to do. 
4. Omega males: sluts, submissives, cock whores. For them it’s about role playing. Kinky adventures. They have their limits and safewords. And many of them think Tops are there to serve their pleasures.
5. And then there’s the bottom of the hierarchy: fuck faggots. They are born to serve alphas sexually and domestically. It’s not a choice for them. They need to serve, be humiliated and punished. Not for their pleasure. But for the alpha’s pleasure. Only then will he feel fulfillment. They can state their limits but in the end it’s the alphas decision. 

YOU are at the bottom of this hierarchy. I’m up here, you’re down at my feet. Literally. Do you understand that?“

„Yes Master!!“

I felt kind of silly face down, ass up, butt cheeks spread. Master Paul could sense that.

„I think you don’t understand the gravity just yet. This weekend will change that. You WILL fit into your role like you’re destined to. I’ve asked you all questions and gave you all these tasks upfront for a reason. I know that deep within you’re a fuck faggot who wants to serve. You’re craving to be humiliated and used. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have fulfilled the tasks and invested your time and money coming here to another country and city. But you still treat this like a game. So, let’s be clear about this: this is NOT a game. This is real. And I promise you, Sunday you will feel like a true fuck faggot. And then I will decide if you have what it takes to serve me in the future.“

I gulped. This was heavy stuff. Master Paul looked so likeable and non-threatening. I never would have guessed he’d be so authoritative and dominant. I felt fear and panic again. Master Paul sensed that.

„You don’t have to be afraid. I’m neither interested in harming your health or exposing you to peers and family. Both would be to my disadvantage. And in the end all of this is for my pleasure and comfort. And the good thing is: you’re in another country. So you can be freely your true self: a cock hungry little fuck faggot. Even if people see you, it doesn’t matter. And no worries, I will blur out your face on photos and videos. 

If YOU stick to our agreements, I will stick to our agreements. But if you don’t… we‘ve just had this conversation. You better not test me again. If I can trust that you will serve me 100% then I will not expose you. Each time you disobey or trick me, I’ll get more access to your life.“

He took my phone in his hand: „I don’t need more control of you than I already have. But if you test me: Next will be your phone, then ALL your social profiles. And so on. Every break of the rules will have consequences. But if you obey, I don’t need to do that. Understood?“

I turned pale again. „Yes master, I understand.“

„So do you agree that your my fuck faggot? That you want to learn your role and fulfill your purpose? And never disobey again?“ 

„Yes master“

„Then say your new mantra which you will repeat every time you receive a task or order: I‘m a cock hungry fuck faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul“ 

„I‘m a cock hungry fuck faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul“

„Good. But louder and more confident. With pride!“

„I‘M A COCK HUNGRY FUCK FAGGOT AND MY PURPOSE IS TO SERVE MASTER PAUL“

„Good. So you‘ve learned two things already. Your default position and your mantra. Now get me a coke, with ice and a lemon. I want to have another smoke on the balcony. And I’d like a foot Massage with that.”

„Yes Master!”

And he slapped me hard: „and you’ve already forgotten your mantra“

„Sorry Master. Yes Master. I‘m a cock hungry fuck faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul“ 

„Better. So hurry up!“

He went to the balcony but grabbed something from the table with the toys, I didn’t see it. I grabbed a glass, put ice cubes in it, sliced a lemon. And then I was confused, should I walk or crawl. But how to crawl with a glass of coke. I found a tray, put it on the floor, put my shoulders as far to the floor as I could, put my ass up and crawled to the balcony while pushing the tray slowly in front of me so nothing gets spilled. Master Paul chuckled when he saw this.

„Good fag, inventive“

„Thank you sir. I‘m a cock hungry fuck faggot and my purpose is to serve master Paul“

„Very good faggot. Put the glass next to me on the floor. So there’s hope after all. Still, you disappointed me earlier when you forgot your Mantra. So, here’s a little helper to remind you. Come here and show me your chest.“

He attached nipple clamps to my nipples that were connected with a chain. They really hurt. I’m not used to nipple play. So they are very sensitive. It hurt really bad. I winced. I breathed heavily. But I knew better than to ask master Paul to remove them. It hurt so bad I started crying. Master Paul smiled. „Good, you’re learning.“

„I‘m a cock hungry fuck faggot and my purpose is to serve master Paul“ I pressed out. 

„See, they already work as reminder, Very good. You deserve a treat. Here, sniff some poppers. It’ll ease the pain. But let’s keep them on for now.“ 

I greedily sniffed the poppers and the pain got better.

„So, that was an eventful start. Massage my feet in your default position. But come closer. Your halfway in the room.“

He turned his chair so the only way to massage his feet was to be on full display in bright daylight on a glass balcony. Naked, wearing cock lock, collar, nipple clamps and putting my ass in the air. 

 

I moved in front of him, put my ass in the air, shoulders down, started to massage his feet like I’ve leaned in the Tutorials I had to watch as preparation for this weekend. 

And said loud and confident: „Thank you sir. I‘m a cock hungry fuck faggot abd my purpose is to serve master Paul“

Master Paul smiled, leaned back, took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled. 

The nipple clamps hurt. But I got used to it. I kind of felt exposed but also aroused and strangely present. I don’t know why. I just did. I was in the moment and fully focused on giving Master Paul pleasure and making him proud. 

Probably because I had no idea what Master Paul had in mind for my training…

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