The Door

I heard the front door open, I normally heard the door open, and
I knew it could only be one person, Sir.  As I lay in bed I
thought how strange the last few months had been.  I saw the ad
in one of the leather magazines and felt compelled to answer
 it.

There was nothing especially unusual about the ad other than that
it started out "Uniformed Law Enforcement Officer wants slave to
provide service on demand..."  I thought I would answer it and
see where it led me.  I carefully composed the reply, rewriting
it at least four or five times before finally deciding to mail
it.  I had been careful to be honest about myself and stated that
I was interested in possibly working out a compromise for the "on
demand" portion of the ad.  I had provided only my first name and
my post office box, figuring I would be cautious until I knew
more.  Several weeks went by before I heard anything more.  I had
forgotten about my original response to the ad and was surprised
to find the letter in my box.


The letter said only "I want more information about you, arrive
at the Steamworks in Berkeley at 6pm sharp on Thursday night and
be prepared to follow directions.  Wear the clothes you will be
wearing during the day.  When you get there you are to go to the
first toilet and find a room number on the chalk board.  Go to
that room, open the door, step inside, and put on the blindfold
you will find on the bed.  Make sure you are unable to see
anything and do nothing else.  When I am ready you will be told
what to do next".

I was nervous as I signed into the Bath House but did as I was
directed.  There were two room numbers on the chalk board so I
went to the room that had no message attached to the number on
the chalk board.  I opened the door, the room was completely
 
empty, except for the promised blindfold .  Nervously I put the
blindfold on and stood there facing the bed.

After about 20 minutes I heard the door open and someone come
into the room.  I felt a wide collar being put around my neck and
heard a lock click shut on it.  I started to protest and received
an immediate slap across the face.  I was told that I could
follow directions or that the collar would be removed and I could
leave right now, but in any event this was to be the last
complaint heard from me.  Without thinking I said "Yes Sir".  I
then felt a leash pull me out into the rest of the Baths.  I had
to walk carefully as we rounded corner after corner and I knew
that I was being observed by those around us but was afraid to
say or do anything about it.

Finally we stopped and I was told to remove my suit coat.  I took
the coat off and let it drop to the floor.  Next came the tie,
which I tried to remove in my sexiest manner, and finnaly the
shirt.  It was then that I was told never again to wear an
 
undershirt.  The undershirt I was wearing was ripped from my back
and then shoved into my mouth from where it hung until that part
of me was otherwise needed.  I was told to take off my shoes and
socks which I did quickly, leaving them somewhere on the floor
near my feet.  Finally I was told to strip the rest of the way
and I did so as quickly as I could, again tossing the clothes at
my feet.

When I was done I stood there, naked except for the collar locked
around my neck.  I thought I had done well until I felt a hand
grab my balls and pull straight down as though pulling some great
weight.  I collapsed to my knees and was told that I was never to
be sloppy in the presence of my owner again, that I was to
respect the clothes I wear enough to fold and stack them neatly
and that I had exactly two minutes to get my shit together.  He
let go of my balls and I fumbled around on the floor trying to
figure out where everything was and what each item was.  I folded
the clothes as neatly as I could and stacked them, except for the
undershirt still stuck in my mouth.

When I finished I sat there looking straight ahead of me, unable
to think of what might please this unseen power and wondering if
I was going to be alright through all this.  I was grateful we
had met in a public place and I would be able to leave soon,
knowing that my true identity and where I lived were still my
secret.

I was told to stand up and turn towards my "owner", to this day
he has never used the word master, only owner.  I did as I was
told and could sense that there were a number of people around
us, but I could do nothing about that.  He asked me how old  I
was, how many men I had fucked, how many men had fucked me.  He
asked about my health and specifically what experiences I had
had.  I had to stand there while he had me recount in detail for
all those around each of the sexual experiences I could remember.
I had to tell everyone how often I had jacked off, when the last
time was; how, when, and with whom I lost my virginity, and
anything else about myself that he could think to ask.  Finally
he told me to stand there, that he would be back shortly, and he
offered me to anyone around who wanted to fondle me but forbade
them to fuck me.

When he returned he found half a dozen or more men around me,
some sucking on my cock or balls, one or two pinching and biting
my tits, and the rest generally having a grand old time with this
inpromptu toy left for their ammusement.  He told me to raise my
hands to my chin and cuffed each hand to the collar around my
neck.  Then he spread my legs apart and attached a metal bar
between them with ankle cuffs and padlocks.

After this he proceeded to check out each part of my body.  He
felt my face and told me that I was to be clean shaven at all
times and if that meant that I shaved morning, noon and night I
had better get used to it.  He decided I would have to be in
better shape and told me that he would arrange for me to enroll
at a gym in the city.  My tits received a lot of attention as he
pulled, bit, twisted, and pinched first one, then the other, then
both.  When he got down to my cock he felt it and manipulated my
cock and balls so that he knew more about them then I did.  Next
he told me to bend over and he inserted something in my ass and
forced my asshole open further than I would have thought
possible.  He pulled whatever it was out and then told me to
stand up.

I was told that I would be acceptable and to follow him.  Again I
was led through a maze of halls and rooms back to the room I
originally entered.  I figured out that he intentionally led me
past every room and every person in the place, showing me off
without my being able to do anything about it.  When we got back
to the room he told me to drop the undershirt on the bed and to
bend over.  I did as I was told and felt him shove a good portion
of the shirt up my ass.  He told me the shirt was to stay there
until the next morning when I got ready to go to work, at which
point I should have learned where undershirts belong and could
use it as a pillow for a week.

Finally he took off the blindfold and told me I could now talk to
him, providing I maintained the proper amount of respect.  He
reached down and twisted my balls hard when he asked me if I
understood and if I also understood what would happen if I gave
him any trouble.  In my most meek terms I said "Sir, Yes Sir."

He sat on the bed as I stood there and I couldn't believe my
eyes.  He was 6'2" tall, weighed about 195, had black hair and
deep blue eyes.  He had a moustache that fit his face perfectly
and complimented his chisled chin.  He was tanned and well
muscled and was about 40 years old.  His cock was long and round,
being about 2" longer than mine and at least 2" in diameter.  It
hung loose over his ample sac amid a thick forest of black hair.
His legs were powerful and had a fair amount of hair on them.

He looked at me for about two minutes and finally asked what I
had meant about negotiating the "on call" part of his ad.  I
explained that I worked and would not be able to simply leave
work any time he wanted me to but that otherwise I would be 
willing to be on call to service him as he desired.  After having
an opportunity to see what he looked like I knew I would do just
about anything for him.

He told me that he would be willing to give me a try, but that it
would be on his terms, not mine.  The only concession he was
going to make is that he would not call me during my office
hours, but that before and after office hours, including lunch, I
belonged to him.  Without thinking I agreeded.  He discussed what
his limits were and asked if they were acceptable to me.
Fortunately I said yes because I was informed that they were not
negotiable, that those were the limits and my only choice was to
leave.

After I agreed to his terms I was told to leave the key to my
front door with him and to take 2 hours going home.  That when I
got home the key would be on my bed along with what I was to wear
every night from now on.  That he would call me when he wanted me
or he would simply arrive and expect me to service him in any way
he wanted.

I told him I wasn't sure if I wanted him to know my telephone
number and where I lived, at which point he recited about a dozen
facts about me that indicated he knew more about me than I had
imagined.  It turned out that he had looked through my pockets
when I striped and found a lot of detail.  Again he told me those
were his terms and I could live with them or not but to make up
my mind.  I agreed and he told me to get dressed as he tossed me
the keys to the leg irons and cuffs.  I started  to reach for the
shirt that was hanging from my ass when he slapped my balls so
hard I fell onto the floor.  I heard him say "I told you to leave
that there until tommorrow, I mean what I tell you and may be
checking you in the middle of the night, so be careful".

I quickly got dressed and walked to the door with him.  As we
walked up to the desk he told me to stop.  And then, without a
word, he reached over, pulled my pants down, yanked out the shirt
in my ass, and asked the first guy he saw if he would like  to
fuck me.  The guy said sure and I had to bend over and be fucked
for the amusement of all around.  When the guy was done my new
owner shoved the shirt back up my ass and told me to get the key.
I got my things and took the key to my front door off the ring.
When I handed my new owner the key he told me that I should go to
a specific bar where I would find a guy sitting toward the back
in a red shirt.  I should go up to that guy and tell him that I
had passed and would be looking forward to serving my new owner.
At that point I should do whatever I was told.

I left, went to where I had been told and found the guy in the
red shirt sitting in the back of the bar.  When I told him what I
had to say he told me to come with him.  We went into the alley
behind the bar where he told me to kneel, as I did so he  walked
behind me and I suddenly felt his warm stream of piss running
down my hair.  He finished, walked back inside the bar, and
closed the door behind him.

I went home and found the key where it had been promised.  I also
found a collar with a simple clip on it and a note that read
"From now on this is your nightwear, sweet dreams".  I got
undressed, through my clothes in the bathtub, gave myself as
ponge bath so that I wouldn't end up with a wet undershirt in my
ass, and went to bed.

About 3am the door opened and I turned to see who it was.  It was
my new owner.  He stood there looking at me and then told me to
get up.  I got up and he had me undress him in the living room.
I did as he directed and when I was finished he told me to bend
over while he took out the shirt, fucked me, put the shirt back
in, got dressed, and left.