Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2015 07:16:04 +0200 From: Brian Bainbridge Subject: From Foot Fun to Master Part 3 (Authoritarian?Master..slave) "From Foot Fun to Master: Part III" BRB Life in our Montana home was pretty normal, just like it was when we lived in Texas. Master was enjoying reconnecting with his roots and introducing me to the many people he knew as his "husband." Since his mom's death, we would sometimes spend a few days at a time visiting his dad at the family ranch. Master had instructed me that I was to clean the house while he spent time with his dad. Sometimes Master took his dad away from the ranch to spend time with him, and I stayed behind to clean the house and cook various meals for his dad to defrost as needed. Master planned for us to go horseback riding on the 100,000 acres spread. A few minutes later, Master had us stop at an abandoned field house. My Master always looks so sexy in anything he wears, but he looked so confident and sexy when he was wearing his cowboy boots and cowboy hat. He hadn't shaved in the five days we were there because he was deciding whether or not he wanted to grow a beard for the upcoming winter months. I was thinking how handsome Master would look with a beard and pictured him as a young man when he was growing up on the ranch. Walking my one step behind Master, we entered the field house. Master put down a small bag he had been carrying. Once inside, he told me to get naked. He told me it had been five days since he had fun with his slave, and he couldn't go any longer. I got naked and stood before him as he attached my collar and with all his strength he rammed a butt plug up my ass. He had come here the day before and screwed in some hooks in the walls so he could tie me up. He then pulled out a new set of tit clamps and placed them on my pecs. When I moaned because they were tight, he tightened them a notch more. He then grabbed my wrists and held them up to the hooks and fastened the handcuffs. He then pulled out a set of leather straps and tied my ankles to the posts. With me tied up securely and at his total mercy, Master said, "I like this, seeing a slave all tied up and ready for me to use it for my pleasure." He then grabbed my balls and squeezed them so hard, I let out a scream. Slapping my face for my screaming, he said, "That will cost you, you low life slave. You take the abuse I give you and better enjoy it." I took a deep breath because I knew I had offended Master, and that would cost me dearly. And it did. He grabbed my balls and slapped them ten times, with each slap getting harder and harder. I tired to hide my expressions of pain, but Master saw this. After the tenth whack, he then moved up to my face and began slapping it, again getting harder and harder with each smack. My dick was now throbbing in pain, and I could feel the redness in my face. He then smacked my dick another five times. Master then turned me around so my ass was in view. He took out the wooden paddle with holes he used on me at his home and then started paddling me. He paddled me for what seemed like an hour. Then, he took the belt from his jeans and continued my spanking, this time using the buckle in slapping my ass. A few minutes later, he once again had the paddle and gave the tops of my feet fifteen lashes each. He then reached inside the bag and pulled out two brand new bags of clothespins and clamped them on both the front and backside of my body. Master then stepped back to inspect his work. He said, "If only I could leave you like this forever." He then went sit down in an old chair he moved near me. Taking his shirt and boots off, he then put one of his socks in my mouth. He then reached in the sac and pulled out two beers. Master doesn't drink beer, so I was confused why he brought them. I soon found out. He took the beer, shook them up really well, and when he opened them, he poured them all over me. He then opened an old refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of his favorite wine he had put there the day before. Sitting down, Master said, "I need to drink something so you can enjoy my piss down your throat." A few minutes later, Master grabbed an old tin cup and peed in it. He then walked up to me, took his sock out of my mouth and said, "Cheers," as I drank every drop of his piss. He then paddled the tops of my feet with an additional ten whacks on each foot. Having been in this position for a while, the pain in my groin, my ass, and feet were beginning to slowly go away. I wondered what Master had planned for me next. As always, but especially now, I was totally at the mercy of Master. He then got up, grabbed his other sock and put it back in my mouth, and pulled out a blindfold and secured it tightly in place. Once again, he turned me around so my ass was away from the wall and was facing him. I then felt the paddle spanking the sides of my ass, which was something Master had never done before. Now my butt, sides of my butt, and feet were now flaming and blistery. The pain in my balls was still there but was not as intense Master then pulled the butt plug out of me as roughly as he inserted it. He then fucked me going deeper and deeper in my ass with each thrust. Soon I could feel his cum being pumped inside my ass. I could then hear him going back to the table where he had his bag of sex toys and wondered what he had in store for me next. About a minute later, Master returned and was standing behind me. He started to take off the clothespins letting them drop on the floor. Then he unfastened the tit clamps. As he did this, he grabbed and squeezed my pecs with all his strength. As much as the new clamps hurt, and as much as his squeezing hurt, I knew better than to show any sign of discomfort. "Like your new tighter tit clamps, boy?" "Yes Master." He then untied the leather straps from my legs, and the pain from paddling my feet at first made it difficult to move. Then he grabbed my wrists, and I could hear the key inside the handcuffs as he removed my hands from their temporary ownership. He then took his sock out of my mouth and once again gave me another cup of his piss. Finally, he turned me around so I was facing him as he removed the blindfold from my face. Master was standing in front of me wearing his red Speedo bikini and flip-flops. He said, "Slave, you can start cleaning up this mess. I'm going to go and get some sun and swim in the pond behind the cabin. Meet me there when you finish." A few minutes later, I had packed all of Master's sex toys in his bag and cleaned the floor of the wet beer. Still naked, I then went outside to see Master now sunning on a rock by the pond. Master told me to clean up in the pond before we headed back to the house. Inside the cabin Master told me to take a good look around because this would be his place to have his fun with me whenever we'd spend a few days at the ranch. We then got back on the horses and rode around a few minutes before heading back to the main house. When we got back, Master's dad said to him, "You boys must have been having fun; you were gone quite a while." Master then said, "Yep, Dad, I was really having fun."