Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2008 08:45:43 +0300
From: Slave K <littlefagboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming a Bitch: Part 3

He came in, sat on the couch and took off his backpack. I followed him on
my fours like a dog after I closed the door. He told me to wait like
this. He opened the backpack, which was apparently full with stuff and took
a chain out of it. I realized that it was a choke chain, used on dogs. "Did
you expect a collar, fag?" he said. Frankly, I did. "You're not worthy of
getting collared bitch. I gave you an order and you didn't do well, did
you?"

I didn't quite get what he meant so I asked him what I did wrong. "Where
are the pegs I told you to put on your balls, bitch? And when did I tell
you to get someone to spit on your face?" he asked me. "But it wasn't...
But I didn't..." I mumbled. He slapped me hard on my face and started
yelling "Speak clearly bitch! Lay on your back under my feet and tell me
the whole story now!".

Before I could start telling him what happened while I was waiting for him,
he began rubbing his shoes on me. He was doing it to clean his shoes and
also give me a lot of pain. Well, he was very successful. It did hurt and I
could see my chest was getting red. It was hard for me to concentrate but I
told him what happened and answered his questions about the boy. Then he
asked me if I liked what the boy did to me. It was hard to answer it. I
told him that I liked him humiliating me, but the photos he took was kind
of too much for me and I was kind of afraid of him and what he can do next.

"So you don't like public humiliation, do you bitch?" he said in a
suggestive voice. I said I didn't. "We got the perfect punishment for you
then. Stay there." he said and reached to his backpack. He took out his
laptop and a small camera. I realized he was going to record this session
as my punishment so I said "Please Sir, please don't make a video of
me.". I was afraid he's going to get mad, but he just laughed and said "I'm
not going to make a video of you. I'm going to show everyone what a stupid
cocksucking whore you are and what you would do just to get some dick up
your ass, bitch! We're gonna do an online session." To be honest, I
trembled with fear. It's much much worse than a video. "Besides, I already
have a video of you." he said "Wanna see, bitch? Wanna see yourself begging
me to be my bitch? Oh, you'll see soon enough. We'll just show that first
to get some attention. I want hundreds of people to watch you live
tonight."

I got on my fours, crawled to him and started begging him "Please Sir,
don't do this. It's too much for me. I'll do anything you want. Beat me up,
torture me, do whatever you want with me but not this. Please, Sir.". But
he didn't care. He looked down on me and said "I am doing what I want,
bitch. And believe me, I'll do those things to you soon enough. Now shut
your faggot mouth!". I continued begging him and that got him mad. He
grabbed the chain, pulled me to his eye level and said "I told you to shut
up now didn't I?! Look bitch, you don't have a choice now. You ARE my
slave! Either you obey me or I'll MAKE you obey me!" His eyes were glowing
with wrath. I didn't have the courage to object now. "I was going to
blindfold you to spare you some of the humiliation but now you got me
mad. Get in front of the camera now!" he said and let go of my chain.

The camera was pointed towards the couch so I placed myself in front of
it. He set things up, the cord wasn't long enough so he used an extension
cord, got his laptop and sat on the couch behind me. "Ready, bitch?" he
asked me. I wasn't anything near ready but told him I was. "Good boy. Don't
worry, you'll like this too. Deep down, all the fags like you want to
exposed, but aren't brave enough. So, consider this a favor for you." he
replied. Then he started the earlier record of me. I couldn't see the
screen but I could hear it. Some seconds later, he started chatting with
some of the guys. I didn't know how many people were watching the video, I
didn't know who they were and maybe some of them already know me. Or some
people watching the video know will notice me some day, like on the
street... I was lost in my train of thoughts... It was just like when my
neighbor humiliated me earlier tonight. It was very discomforting but also
arousing. How hypocritical of me. Five minutes ago I was begging him not to
do this and now a part of me wanted to go through with this. Don't get me
wrong. It's not like a switch went off in me and suddenly I wanted to be
watched by strangers... It's still humiliating and too much for me, but a
part of me, a small part of me wanted public humiliation.

Then came the begging part of the video. I heard myself and immediately
blushed. "Get ready to be online... And don't worry, I cut off the part you
told me your address and phone number. But I think you would like that,
wouldn't you bitch?" he said. Phew. Actually I have forgotten about this,
but couldn't be more grateful. The video stopped, the light of the camera
went to red and I knew I was online. Exposed.

He told me to be a good fag and introduce myself. I did... "I'm a faggot
whore who did something wrong and this is my punishment." Then he told me
to explain what I did wrong. It was very hard for me to tell everybody that
I was humiliated by a 16 year old and I liked it. But I did it. And he told
me to ask people what they would to if their slave did the same mistake as
me and tell them I'll do it. It was getting more and more humiliating. I
asked them... Without knowing who they were, I asked them. "Some of the
stuff people are saying are actually quite good, bitch. Thank them."

After I thanked them, he told me to get some ice. I wondered why but didn't
hesitate. I crawled to the kitchen, got the ice and handed them to
him. Suddenly he yanked off the pegs on my nipples. I had them on for far
too long I think. It was so painful I screamed. But he places his legs over
my shoulders and between my legs, trapping me between the couch and
himself. He started slapping my nipples. Slapping and twisting
them. Normally I would have taken it in silence but my nipples were too
sensitive. I was screaming and trying to escape. Seconds felt like hours to
me but suddenly he stopped and let go off my nipples. I was trying to catch
my breath when he placed ice cubes on my nipples and hold them there. The
pain was back. Despite the cold, it was almost like burning. I tried to get
away, get his hands off me but he was too strong for me. "Please Sir it
hurts" I screamed. "I know it hurts bitch, but this part of your punishment
and you're gonna take it whether you want it or not" he replied. The pain
started to subside at some point. He must have noticed it too, because he
threw away the ice cubes and got back to holding and twisting my
nipples. But I wasn't screaming anymore and actually after a while, I
started to like it too. He didn't seem to care anyway. He went on, twisting
and slapping for ten more minutes I think.

"You like it don't you bitch. Especially knowing people are watching you
right now. People are jacking off to you and you like it!" he whispered to
my ear. I nodded. I really did like it. All those people watching me,
getting hard... It was a strange feeling but I liked it.

"Go get that camera, bitch!" he said and let me go. He leaned back on the
couch, making himself comfortable. I gave him the camera and he told me to
take his shoes and socks off and start licking his feet. I did as I told. I
gave his foot a tongue bath, licked his toes, between his toes, sucked them
and he fucked my face with his feet. I'm going to be honest with you, I
don't like servicing someone's feet. I find it very boring, you don't even
get 'feedback'. It's not clear if you're doing a good job or not. For me
it's a chore, but I did the best I could. I think he liked to fuck my mouth
with his feet best. He was very passionate about it and also very rough. He
was holding my chain firmly when he wanted to go deep. And I was trying not
to gag, not only because he got large fingers but also because he was
wiggling them in my mouth.

"Enough, bitch! I told you I was hard to please and yet you did a sloppy
job. You didn't please me and you didn't please the men who are
watching. You're wasting everyone's time, whore!" he said. I was somewhat
expecting this so I apologized. "You think you can get away with this by
saying you're sorry, bitch?! You'll be sorry when I'm finished with
you. Really sorry!" he said, got on his feet and started dragging me
around. He took me to my bedroom and placed me in front of the mirror. My
knees were on the ground, my chest was on my bed and I was able to see my
face on the mirror across. It wasn't a particularly good sight. "Wait here
fag. Don't move a muscle!" he said and left.

When he came back, he had his backpack in his hand. He took some rope, told
me to get my feet apart and tied my balls. Then he took my chain and tied
it to the rope around my balls. I couldn't move my head much and was forced
to see my face in the mirror. He put leather cuffs on my ankles and a
spreader bar between them. Then he tied my arms behind my back. I really
couldn't move a muscle now, well my hands a little bit but it was
useless... Then he took the laptop and the camera, placed them on the
counter behind me. I think he was trying to capture my face and my ass at
the same time.

Then he took a pen out of the backpack and started writing something on my
back. I couldn't see what. And I didn't want to make him angrier. "I bet I
can make you cry, bitch!" he said and laughed.

Suddenly he took off his belt and started whipping my ass with it. He was
using his full force and he was really REALLY strong. I was screaming with
every blow. "I said you'll be sorry bitch, didn't I?!" he said but he
wasn't expecting an answer because he kept hitting me. "I bet you even like
this you stupid whore! Is there anything you wouldn't do to get fucked?
You're a cock-worshipping faggot! You deserve to be treated like this! You
cocksucker!" he went on and on. I couldn't even count how many times he hit
me... But I resisted and didn't cry. It's not like I am one of those people
who cry at the lightest of spankings anyways. I might scream a lot though.

When he stopped, he looked at my face in the mirror and said "I guess I was
wrong about the bet, bitch. Well, what do you know... This bitch can take a
lot of beating! But, did you learn your lesson?"...

- - - - - - - - - -

Thanks for the comments so far, I really enjoy reading your e-mails. Sorry
for the delay, I've been busy lately. To make the wait worthwhile to you, I
made this part a little longer.

To clear some things up, I am 22, the main character resembles me, the
story is somewhat-true-somewhat-fictional, I don't live in the states -as
you may have noticed, english isn't my mother language either, oh and don't
worry, I like writing this thing so I am planning to finish it too.

And about your suggestions... I can't thank you enough, you've given me a
lot of new ideas... But... I'm trying to write something that sounds
"possible", you know, something more or less believable and also a little
different than the other stories here. Even if this wasn't true, I couldn't
portray some of the more 'extreme' scenes you suggested adequately due to
lack of experience.

But as always, I'm waiting for your emails at littlefagboy@gmail.com.