Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2006 5:46:10 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: bitch-brian, Part ONE

(Note to readers: this story picks up where "Remote Control Slave" left
off...you do not have to read it to follow this new tail, er, tale, but it
might give you more insight into the main character. Bb2s)


     Bitch-brian was kneeling on the floor between my outstretched legs,
swallowing my sword like a good slave-boi should. If I felt him slowing
down, or going less deep, I would just reach out with both hands and guide
his head in the proper speed and direction. I don't have a very long
cock...just 7 inches...but it is massively big around, as bitch-brian was
finding out. He gasped for air whenever his head reached the apex of his
piston-like motions, taking advantage of that brief half-second to inhale
some air with his cock.
   He was amazingly good at cocksucking, considering bitch-brian was so new
at it! We had gone to school together, but had not kept in touch until
recently when I ran across him at the discount department story where he's
a manager. Those of you familiar with my background know I was a different
person back then, very very submissive, willing to do whatever Brian or
anyone else wanted. Now the tables were turned and I am the Master.
  "Hey bitch, time to start transforming you into something more pleasing
to me...it that ok with you, bitch?" I asked rhetorically. The bitch
couldn't answer anyway, his mouth being stuffed with my cock and all.
   I had already put my old dog collar on him and attached a leash, so it
was easy to pull him off my cock and drag the bitch into the bathroom for
some grooming time.
   The bitch looked like a retail worker, lily-white skin with no sign he
spent anytime in the sun. I liked that, cause it would make the marks I
planned for him stand out even more. He was thin but not skinny, probably
140 pounds and 5 foot 10 inches tall. My old brown dog collar looked about
right on him. It was well used, and had already absorbed plenty of piss and
sweat and cum. Now it was his turn.
     Although his skin was light, his hair was as black as coal.
    "bitch-brian...you know that's you name now, right?"
    "Yes, Sir," he responded, without looking up. A natural slave-boi. And
to think he had ordered me around in the stockroom of his store just a
month ago!
    "Why is that hair on your body, boi?"
    "Sir? Hair?"
    "Yes bitch...hair...the hair I see on your crotch, around your little
boi pee-pee and under your arms? And by the way, that's what you are to
call that thing between your legs...NEVER call it anything except you
pee-pee. What is it called?"
     "my pee-pee, Sir," he replied, eyes still down.
    "And the hair???"
    "Oh, i'm sorry Sir, the hair is, it's just, it just grew there, Sir."
     "But only real men have hair like that, isn't that right bitch?"
     "Yes, Sir, of course, Sir."
     "So what are we going to do, bitch?"
     "Remove it, Sir?"
     "That's right," I told him, holding out a pair of clippers, "get
moving!"
     I watched for the next fifteen minutes as the bitch used the clippers,
removing the outward sign of his manhood. The clippings fell to the floor
mat, and I handed him a plastic baggie to gather them up... They made a
nice souvenir and might come in handy later. When he started using the
clippers on his underarms, I stopped him and took over. I'll admit it, I
have a real pit fetish. Dark hair in the pits, especially on a whitey guy
like bitch-brian is just too much of a turn on. Instead of removing all of
the hair, I clipped everything except a little half inch patch about an
inch North of the center of each pit. Not only would it feed my fetish, but
at the gym or beach, it would be more embarrassing for the bitch to have
just a patch than none at all. I mean, some guys shave their pits...but
only a real bitch-boi would leave little patches for all the world to see!
     I handed him bag of disposable razors and a can of shaving gel to
finish the job. He shaved his arms and legs, his pits except for the
patches, and the few hairs he had on his chest. The only actual shaving I
did was his ass, the parts he couldn't reach. I told him he was to keep his
body shaved like that from now on, and if he couldn't reach or see his
crack, he would have to find a gym friend or neighbor of his to do the
job. I imagined his embarrassment trying to explain his reasons to the
potential body shaver.
     Through it all, the bitch was hard as a rock, leaking pre-cum. Now and
then I grabbed his hand and manipulated his finger to catch the overflow,
and then used his finger like a paintbrush on his face.
     When he was done I had him hold his hands in the air and do a little
turnaround for inspection...he looked like an especially large sized
boy...his cock and balls were drawn up, looking tiny despite the hair
removal.
    "Now it's time for me to shave," I told him as I undressed, taking off
everything except the jockstrap I was wearing, hanging my clothes on hooks
as he watched.
    If he thought for a moment that I was going to shave my pubes he found
out quickly he was wrong. My hair had just started re-growing from my
previous servitude, and I was anxious to look like a man again. As I
lathered up by face and turned to face the bathroom mirror, I ordered him
to kneel behind me and get his tongue planted in my ass. "I want to feel
that tongue, bitch, get rimming and keep me happy while I shave like a real
man."
   The bitch went to work with real enthusiasm, licking up and down the
crack, in and out of my hole. Once he was a little too forceful and I had
to warn him with a quick lash across his ass with my belt. He did better
after that.
   When I was finished shaving, I turned around and presented my hardon to
him..."Get sucking bitch boi, and NO teeth! And get that ass sticking out
in the air"
     Bitch-brian stretched his butt out, straining his head forward to work
on my tool for a while as I considered what to do next. Remember, I was
fairly new to being the Master, but was growing to like it more every
minute. It seemed to me that the bitch needed an real sign of his slavery,
something that he could not cover with a shirt, something that would be a
sign that he was not his own man, or even his own boy anymore.
   As he sucked, I used my belt to strap his behind, leaving nice red marks
on both cheeks.
     "Does that feel good, bitch? Do you like having you hide tanned by a
Master?"  I asked.
     He paused for just a second at as he reached the apex of his outward
stroke, "yes Sir, thanks you Sir!", and then he plunged back onto me,
filling his mouth, his cheeks bulging. I continued reddening his ass,
alternating one cheek after another, occasionally striking in between, the
tip of the belt just touching his balls and making him jump. When I started
feeling close to coming. I grabbed his head and pulled out, directing my
spurts onto his face and hair. When I had cooled down, I used a finger to
smear my cum across his face and into his hair, sticking the finger in his
mouth for a licking when I was done...."Go lay in the tub bitch."
    Brian did just that, and I emptied my bladder on top of the newly shorn
bitch-boi. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was open, and he had a good
helping of my man-piss. He gulped it down, clearly liking the taste.
    "Here, use this to dry your skin," I said, handing him my hair dryer,
"I want you thinking about our new relationship and your new status all
day."
    The bitch got my piss and cum to dry, leaving a nice scent on him. I
had him put his clothes back on and sent him on his way. It was late Friday
night, and the boi had to be at work the next morning early. He was under
orders not to shower, and I had plans for his first day back at work as a
submissive owned bitch.

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