Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 20:20:16 -0500
From: Bruno Ciardi <brunoman51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sir Called   Part 17

I was the first to piss on my ex-master, now a slave like me. My cock was
limp but as I looked into slave george's eyes I knew that he wanted my piss.
He was not humiliated by the thought of drinking my piss. Rather, he wanted
to please MASTER just as slave todd and I did. So I let a cascade of yellow
out full force into slave george's mouth. He gulped at it greedily, not
wanting to disappoint MASTER by letting any land in the tub. When I finished
peeing, I shook my cock. But MASTER spoke up quickly.

`Let slave george lick the tip of your cock slave tim.'

As master, slave george had never touched my cock with his mouth. Yet he
didn't hesitate when MASTER spoke to rise from his prone position and extend
his tongue to the tip of my cock. Without caressing any more than the piss
slit, he took the last drops into his mouth. He was not humiliated but I was
abashed and abased enough for him. MASTER spoke again.

`Slave george, you will serve slave tim's cock until I tell you otherwise.
You have to learn by experience that you are now a slave. That means that
slave tim will not hold his cock to piss. You will kneel at the toilet and
hold his cock to allow him to piss. You will lick up any piss that lands on
the toilet rim or the floor and you will clean slave tim's piss slit. Is
that clear?'

Yes MASTER. I will serve slave tim's cock so that I might become the lowest
of your slaves to please you MASTER.'

Then slave todd pissed all over slave george's cock and balls as MASTER had
ordered and licked slave todd clean also, with the same order for future
service to slave todd's cock.

Following ritual number two, slave todd and I both got into the tub. There
was little room, leaving us packed like sardines. MASTER smiled contentedly
as he let his piss bathe all three of his slaves. We opened our mouths like
baby birds in the nest, not for thirst but in our desire to make MASTER
happy. When he finished he left us to lick each other's body and the tub
clean. It was not easy because of the tight fit. I don't know how I felt
about using my tongue on slave george but I did know that it felt very
strange and unsettling to have him lick me without any reserve. It seemed as
though he had always been made to submit.

When we finished and were completely clean we returned to the living room on
our hands and knees. Then we lined up before MASTER presenting ourselves for
his inspection -- knees spread to leave cocks and balls completely visible,
arms behind our heads, and eyes down in subservience to this superior man.