Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2004 16:09:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob #10

I was absorbed in classes for the day, and at times
almost forgot the harness holding my cock and balls
and the clamps now providing only a dull, lingering
pain in my nipples. I would then shift in my chair
slightly or accidentally brush a hand near my chest
and instantly I would be overwhelmed again by the
thoughts of Master's control or the men he had
permitted to fuck me were again dominating my head.

Once classes were over, I immediately headed home. I
got on the subway, and had an overwhelming pain in my
groin. The harness was trapping my penis, pulling the
straps tighter around my balls. My nipples were
constantly hard in their clamps below my sweatshirt. I
also had an overwhelming urge to pee. Master had not
forbidden it, but I deserved a little pain for having
denied myself such pleasure with my Master for so
long. I waited until I got home, when I walked up the
stairs 7 flights to my apartment. (This was one of
Master's punishments for having lied about my weight.)
I arrived at the door, and saw that green magnet
staring me in the face. I paused to think about what
that meant; reminded of my newfound submission. I
opened the door, and immediately stopped once inside.
I removed my sweatshirt, t-shirt, sneakers, socks, and
jeans, leaving me there in my harness and clamps.

I expected Master to call any minute, but sat there
and Master did not call. I should have realized that,
though Master had lavished me with attention over the
weekend, he still did have a job and a life and I was
still a somewhat independent slave, until the day I
graduated and went to live with my Master. I would
have to take responsibility for myself, and follow his
orders as they came until the time I turned myself
over to him. After about 10 minutes without a call,
the pain in my bladder became excruciating and I
released, though with my hand clamping off my penis
every 5 seconds, as Master had instructed me. This
caused great discomfort, but I had no way of knowing
if Master was watching.

So I went about my day, doing home work and watching
TV, all the while with a discomfort from the bonds on
me. I ate dinner, then watched some TV and a movie. My
life was now so different, yet the regular aspects of
life were still there. It was getting late, and I knew
I still had an enema ritual to perform, and then
should be getting to bed.

I got out my enema, which was close in the cabinet in
the bathroom. I cleaned the nozzle, filled the bag,
and hung it. I took the nozzle in my mouth, as I
remembered the camera Master had put up in the corner
of the bathroom. It captured the toilet area, as well
as the tub. This enabled Master to supervise my
activities, though I had no idea whether he was
watching or not.

I sucked on the nozzle, doing my best to lubricate the
cold plastic before it would be forced into my
asshole.

The nozzle was skinny, and my pussy no longer offered
much resistance to so small an invasion. I pushed it
past my ring and started pumping it in and out of my
hole. i eventually lodged it deep in me, then opened
the clip and allowed the fluid to fill me. I got up
and went to the toilet, where, because of the lack of
a seat, I had to hover over the bowl. I waited the
requisite 60 seconds, then released the fluid. I
cleaned the nozzle, then repeated the process. This
time, I had some serious cramping and almost didn't
make it to a full minute before releasing the fluid.

Once I was clean, I laid back in the tub. I pulled the
harness strap off my penis, so I could move it freely.
I was still scared to take pee in my mouth, but Master
wanted me to begin getting used to it. Therefore, I
lay down like I had so many times in the tub. This
time, I followed Master's instructions, and left my
mouth open like I would when I jerk off. I began
peeing, and aimed the stream at my face, where some
did land in my mouth. I could not stand the taste, but
of course realized that I had no choice in the matter
any longer. I swallowed my pride, and then stared into
the camera as I swallowed pee on my Master's order. I
gagged slightly.

I got up and went into the bedroom. The phone rang. I
saw from the caller ID that it was Master, so I
immediately put it on speaker phone.

"PussyBoy" the words rang through the hollow box of my
bedroom "you have been a good little PussyBoy. I see I
have trained you well. Not only does my control of you
extend to activities, where you know from experience
what to do without my explicit instructions. But you
also opened your mouth and swallowed your pee, albeit
with some gagging. When we first met, this was one of
your off limits activities. You may not like it, but
it seems you understand that your desires no longer
matter. Whether you like it or not, your activities
are now determined by what Master wants. You are a
PussyBoy. PussyBoy's pleasure is of no consequence to
me. You came to me, thinking it was some sort of a
game. You were still claiming to be a heterosexual,
yet you opened up almost immediately to me that you
jerked off all the time to gay porn and to the stories
on Nifty, like you had for years in spite of your
girlfriend. Then you started telling me how submissive
you were and all that. You thought it was a little
game, where you'd act submissive, yet all you really
wanted was some gay phone sex. Well, I could tell that
initially you were playing along, telling me what you
thought I wanted to hear. However, your fantasies
started to sink in and you started really doing the
things you were claiming to do. This started causing
you problems in your relationship, but only because
you realized you could no longer keep up the facade
and that your fantasies were revealing your true
homosexual desires to yourself. You are now coming
along nicely, PussyBoy. I'm glad to see you are
actually submitting to Master's desires now, and are
ready to truly submit to my pleasure. You may not cum
until Wednesday, PussyBoy. Place that harness back on
your penis, PussyBoy. Now look in your bottom drawer.
I do not want to ruin that perfectly tight pussy you
have preserved for so long. You will now be required
to use that buttplug when you sleep. [I opened the
drawer, and found a narrow buttplug sitting on top of
my clothes.] Place it in your pussy, Boy. [I did as I
was told.] It is not big enough to stretch that pussy
of yours any further, but it will be a subtle reminder
of your ownership and will also rub against your
prostate every time you shift in your sleep, providing
a slight prostate massage. Now get your cuffs, set
them to 8 hours and get a good night's sleep. You have
a long day of classes tomorrow. Goodnight, PussyBoy."

The phone went to the dial tone, and I shut it off. I
quickly set my cuffs, got face down on the bed above
the pillows, and cuffed my hands to the foot of the
bed.

I woke in the morning, and called Master as I needed
to urinate. Luckily Master was still home and
permitted me to pee, while on the phone. He would yell
stop and I would have to. one time, a little stream
was going as I clamped onto my penis, which sent a
spurt onto the toilet tank. "Lick it up, you messy
PussyBoy." I did so, which I found absolutely
disgusting and humiliating. There was not much to
taste, but it was disgusting nonetheless. I stood
again and continued peeing. Once I was done, Master
hung up.

I got ready, and removed my harness for the first time
in 24 hours. I also took off the nipple clamps off my
red, swollen, sore nipples. I placed both on the coat
hook next to the door. I headed out for school,
expecting the sensation to subside. However, my
nipples kept burning slightly for several hours. My
balls also felt strange hanging freely. I went through
the day with a near constant erection. This remained
on the subway home, forcing me to tuck my penis in my
waistband to avoid total embarrassment. I got home,
and stripped and put on my harness and nipple clamps.
The fire in my sensitive nipples was instantly
returned. I went through my day, and again had no
contact until after I had performed my enema and
facial pee, on that day again leaving my mouth open
and taking another gulp of my urine, a taste I was
slowly becoming accustomed to. I placed the nighttime
buttplug in my asshole, then set the cuffs to 8 hours
and there still was no call from Master. I assumed he
would not contact me, so I set the cuffs and clamped
myself to the bed.

Just then the phone rang. I could do nothing about it
until it went to the answering machine. Master's voice
rang out into the room.

"PussyBoy, I see you are ready to submit and listen.
And to think, I was considering letting you orgasm
tonight for having been such a good little PussyBoy.
Oh well, I guess it will have to wait until tomorrow.
PussyBoy, you are doing well in your activities; keep
it up. You will now go to sleep; perform properly
tomorrow and I will in fact allow you to release that
pressure in your balls. Goodnight, PussyBoy."

His words had aroused an erection, which I was forcing
into the pillow, while it caused severe pain in my
cum-swollen balls. I tried to sleep but tossed and
turned for a while before finally falling asleep.

The timer on my cuffs went off, waking me up when
their pressure on my wrists released. I had been
dreaming of giving Master an unending blow job. I was
dreaming of laying on my bed and having Master finger
my asshole as I licked his large cock. The dream had
caused a firm  erection. The pressure was only
increased by my need to urinate. I called Master, and
he was not home. This meant I would have to go to
school, but wait until 10:15 when Master went on his
first break, before I could get his permission to
urinate. I had to shower without peeing, which was
quite difficult. I released my balls from the harness,
and as the pressure released it only made it harder to
resist peeing. I had to head off to school, then get
up in the middle of my first class in a large lecture
hall at 10:14. I called Master from my cellphone, and
he granted me permission to urinate. I was thankful,
and hurried to the Men's room. As required when in
public, I had to use a stall and drop my pants to my
ankles. I then was permitted to release my pee. Master
did not require me to talk, but sat on the phone
listening to me pee and telling me when to hat the
stream, listening for any trickles, which I was able
to avoid.

Once the day was done, I returned home and stripped
and put on my harness and nipple clamps.

Instantly the phone rang.

"PussyBoy. I am at work and cannot speak for long. I
am watching you from my office computer. You will now
put in your larger buttplug. You will then do your
homework. After every five pages of reading, I want
you to grab the glans of your penis and roughly rub
it. You will repeat this process until you are done
with your homework. If you finish before I get home,
you may watch TV but must do the same touching every
commercial break. I will call when I get home. Be sure
you finish your work by then so you may get off
tonight. Goodbye, PussyBoy."

I inserted the plug, which caused an instant painful
erection. This did not subside as I tried to focus on
my work. I finished and began watching TV. After an
hour and a half of painful pleasure, I finally heard
Master's call.

"Good PussyBoy. I have been home for an hour, watching
you. You seemed to be enjoying it too much for me to
interrupt. OK, we will now practice edging. You will
be bringing yourself close to an orgasm. However, you
may not cum until midnight. That should give you about
5 hours. OK, go do your enema."

He hung up and I did the ritual as required. I also
wiped clean all of my toys in anticipation. The phone
rang again.

"PussyBoy, You will now unharness your nuts, as only
your mind and hands will keep you from cumming; you
may not have any outside support. [I removed the
harness, freeing my erection.] Now put the smaller
plug in yourself. [I did as told.] OK, now you must
turn on your computer and go back to that video site
you used to view when we first met. You will charge of
hours of usage on your credit card. You will go to the
amateur gay bondage films. You will sit in your office
chair. However, I want you backwards. You see, your
asshole needs to be open and accessible, so I want you
bent forward on the chair. You will have that plug in
you, and the smaller one in your mouth. You will take
your cuffs and set them in 20 minute increments. You
will cuff your hands in front of you. Each time the
cuffs release, you will stroke your pathetic little
penis until you feel the orgasm builds. Do not go too
close. I know how aroused you get looking at men
getting fucked and spanked and I don't want any
accidents. You will stop and then re-cuff your hands
to prevent any early orgasms. Your penis will be raw
from rubbing against that rough polyester material of
the seat, but that is no concern of mine. OK, get to
work PussyBoy; I will be watching."

I got started, typing in that familiar web address and
paying for my time. The scene opened up and I was soon
staring at a scene much like the one I had recently
been in. A slave was tied to a bed and being
gangbanged by a group of 10 guys. The movie was 2
hours long and I watched intently. I went through 6
cycles of the handcuff process, and was finding it
quite difficult to overcome mu urge to cum. I did so,
and called up another movie. The bottom of my penis
was already raw from rubbing the chair, and I still
had 3 hours left. I kept on with the cycle, counting
the cycles until I would be permitted to cum. I
finally ran out of time, as a scene was going on with
a slave handcuffed over a saw horse. He was being
fucked by his Master and was about to receive a load
deep in his Pussy when the time ran out. It was asking
me to renew, but I still had ten minutes before my
hands would be free. I had to sit there ans wait, as
my erection would not subside. The minute the cuffs
released, Master was on the phone.

"PussyBoy, it looks like you enjoyed yourself. Now you
have 20 minutes of service left and you will be
allowed to cum. Get your water jug and get in the tub.
Tie off those pathetic cum filled balls, and start
filling that jug SLOWLY. And go unlock the front door
before you do, in case Kevin hears this and wants to
come down. Now get to work."

I unlocked the bolts and turned on the water at a slow
trickle. Kevin must have listened to Master, as within
10 minutes, bu the time the jug was mostly full and my
balls were on fire, Kevin was coming in through the
bathroom door. I tried to ignore him as I went through
my ritual, lifting and dropping the jug at the end of
its rope, raising it an inch higher each time until it
was too painful to bear. I untied the string and
welcomed the relief. And then the phone rang again.

"Good, Kevin, glad you could join us. Tie PussyBoy's
feet over his head. He will finger his asshole, while
he licks your penis."

Kevin tied me to the straps which by now I had
permanently attached to the posts at the foot of my
bed. I was fully exposed, and Kevin took the
opportunity to lightly tap my balls as he pulled his
own out and lowered them into my mouth. I rolled them
on my tongue before he pulled them out and replaced
them with his hard cock, with his now wet balls
resting on my nose, overcoming my senses with his
manly sweat.

I fingered myself as he fucked my mouth. He was soon
ready to cum and sprayed a load all over my face.

"Now, PussyBoy, take those fingers out of your ass and
suck on them to make sure you did the enema properly."

I knew I had, so I pulled them out and immediately
sucked on them, savoring my musky scent.

"Kevin, go get one of PussyBoy's shot glasses from the
bar. [He did and returned.] PussyBoy was so ashamed of
his sexuality that he used to drink a lot. Often he
got so drunk he couldn't keep his penis hard enough to
fuck his girlfriend. Its probably why she left.
Anyway, we will now use those shot glasses for a
better purpose. PussyBoy, you will continue fingering
yourself Kevin will stand over you with his nuts in
your mouth. Simply savor them, do not work your tongue
as his balls are probably sensitive from cumming. Just
finger yourself, taste his sweaty balls and smell his
balls and ass as you begin to jerk off. When you feel
the need to cum, let go of your penis. Kevin will wait
ten seconds, then take a firm grip of your cock and
aim it into the shot glass. He will then milk you
roughly until your nuts are empty. I want every last
drop in that shot glass, and then await further
instructions."

Kevin and I proceeded as required, me struggling for
air with my mouth full. I struggled for air, which
forced me to breathe in deeply, taking in big gulps of
Kevin's musty balls and ass. It took no time at all
for me to feel a pending orgasm and remove my hand.
Kevin took his cue, and grabbed my cock and squeezed
tightly from base to tip until my orgasm began
splashing into the shot glass. He kept stroking me
long after my spasms stopped, milking every last drop
of cum.

"OK, PussyBoy. You loved eating ass so much. You have
only eaten one ass properly. Of course, eating ass
includes having an ass that is filled with cum, where
you will rim and suck until you are paid off with
dripping cum from a man's hole. To practice, I want
you to work your tongue on the rim of that shot glass,
and start darting your tongue in, taking little bits
at a time and maintaining suction on the rim until you
clean it full."

I did my best to please Master, thoroughly rimming the
glass and savoring my load. When I had eaten it all,
Master sent Kevin away and told me to take my buttplug
and put it in my mouth. He had me put the smaller one
in my hole. Master said goodnight, and sent me off to
cuff myself to the bed.

I woke up with my mouth still full of rubber plug, and
began another day. Master made me go through the same
practice as earlier in the week on Thursday and Friday
morning. By the weekend, I was already anxious. Master
was going to use me again all weekend. He was
permitting me to go out on Friday night, but I was
sure he was going to have some commands for me.

Master called me and told me what to wear. He had me
keep on the clamps and harness, and had me wear the
smaller plug. I was waiting for further instructions,
when I heard the call bell ring.

"PussyBoy, let me up."

It was not a familiar voice, at least not Master or
Kevin, but he knew my name and so I let him up. It was
the guy with the mustache who had been at Master's
party.

"I'm Mike. Master sent me over to be your chaperon for
the evening, to make sure you don't get into trouble.
Also, get that camera of yours, as Master wants full
documentation of the evening. Let's go."

I knew I had no choice, so I grabbed my ID and cash
and followed Mike out the door, ready for whatever the
night should bring.


To Be continued...

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