Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 01:01:17 EDT
From: slaveboy232@hotmail.com
Subject: "Put in My Place" (authoritarian)

Put Right in My Place

I am a 23-year-old slave-boy and this story describes one of the experiences
that I had with my occasional Master. My master-the only one I've had, who
first turned me into a bitch when I was 17-lives in another city and only
dominates me when he is free from his many social and business obligations.
I, in turn, lead a relatively normal life as a gay graduate student. But I
am his slave at heart and when we see each other he beats the cockiness
right out of me.

It has been several weeks since I have seen my master.  A few days ago he
told me to drop my weekend plans and skip a few days of school in order to
drive up to a vacation home he owns in Maine. His house is surrounded by
several acres of mostly woodland and is fenced in-creating total isolation.
My master orders me to not masturbate until he sees me and to make the
four-hour drive to his house without listening to the car stereo and to
contemplate serving him-I disobey him on both counts. While in my heart I am
a slave, I have a tendency to slip up and let confidence get the better of
me. After all, I am 6'1, 175 pounds, with a gym body, nice ass, cute face,
short black hair and big green eyes. To boot, I am very smart and relatively
wealthy.  But I am, as I said, in my heart of hearts a slave.

I pulled up to my master's gate and pressed the button on the intercom. The
gate opened and I pulled into the long drive, the gate gently shutting-and
locking-behind me. I drove up to the house, already feeling nervous, and saw
my master standing by the front door looking stern.  Noting his expression
gave me a cold shudder. I opened the door of my car and stepped out. Master
commanded, "On your knees, bitch." It had been too long since I had been
properly dominated and I was nervous, slow and clumsy. I dropped down to my
knees and my master stepped over and commanded, "lick!" I immediately began
licking his dirty hiking boots, which tasted horrible. I resented the
immediate task at hand and resented how long my master made me lick his
boots.  After several minutes master said, "I heard your car stereo boy. You
may be disobedient, but you're fucking stupid about it. I guess that you
know you need to be punished. Stop licking."

"Yes sir," I mumbled.  "I'm sorry for the stereo, I forgot." I did not look
forward to the punishment.

Master slapped me across the head. Hard. "Who the fuck are you talking to,
boy. Don't mumble, enunciate your words, and look at the damn ground when
you speak to me. You need to remember that you're a worthless little bitch,
don't you?"

"Yes sir," I looked at the ground.

"Now get up and strip off your clothes, fold them up, put them in your trunk
and give me the keys. Now boy!"

I got up and started stripping off my clothes. It was chilly out and my body
language was dramatic in response to the cold.  Master laughed as I put the
clothes in the trunk, locked the door and handed him the keys.

"Look at you boy, all shivering with that sad little look on your face.
You're such a whiny little bitch."

"I'm sorry sir, it's just that it's a little chilly out."

As soon as the words came out, master's hand connected with my cheek. "Jesus
Christ boy, you need to be put in your fucking place." With that, he grabbed
me by the ear and marched me into the house.  In the living room, he opened
a cabinet and took out a handful of shackles and chains.  He was thoroughly
pissed off, but I just kept struggling to get rid of the pain in my boxed
ear-wriggling and whining. He released me and slapped me again, making tears
well up in my eyes. He dropped the chains and as he turned back to the
cabinet commanded, "kneel boy."

I knew that I was in big trouble-and only a few minutes into my visit-and
started apologizing fast. "I'm sorry master, I have trouble remembering my
role when I'm away from you. I know that you are superior and that I'm your
bitch and that your order's are my dictate and..."

Master turned back towards me and looked down, with a smirk on his face. He
was so tall when I was on my knees, and no matter how used to it I was I
always found it humiliating to naked while he was fully clothed. Master was
gorgeous. He is in his mid-50's, about 6'4, with a head of well-coifed, gray
hair, big muscular body, and impeccable manner of speech and dress. He was a
true man. Both inside and out.  While I may have looked like a young man or
boy, he and I both knew that I was just a little bitch.

"Boy, you need to remember that you are a little fucking slave boy, not a
man. I am your master, your god, and you're my dog. It's time to teach you
that, to make you stop acting like the disobedient brat that you've been
ever since I called you. Stop with your apologizing-it's cute to see you
scared, but it's not going to help. Your car keys are locked in this cabinet
and you have no choice but to be my slave for the next five days at least."
With that, master snapped a collar around my neck and put a heavy padlock on
it. I'd worn collars before, but this one was different. It was very thick
black leather, circled with D-rings, and was about three inches long. It was
very uncomfortable and restricted my head movement.  "Ahh, that makes you
look like what you are boy, don't you think."

"Yes sir," I enunciated this time. I was scared.

"Well, before you get punished, your going to give me some head. I need to
get off before I can tend to you properly.  Crawl over to the couch on your
hands and knees."

I was excited.  I loved worshipping my master's cock and didn't even stop to
wonder why he was allowing me the pleasure so soon. I briefly thought that
maybe his horniness was making him lenient.  By the time I reached the
couch-my knees chafing on the carpeting and my head awkward in the
collar-master had sat down and taken out his beautiful, circumcised
nine-inch cock.  On my best behavior, I kneeled in front of him with my head
to the ground, awaiting instruction.

"Get your mouth all the way around my cock, faggot."

I was surprised to find his cock rather soft.  Not for long.  He grabbed me
by the back of the head and pushed forward. I knew what was coming and I
only struggled a bit against the inevitable. He held fast and the piss
started flowing out of his dick.  "I need to relieve myself in my little
toilet-bitch before I can come.  You know that's what you are boy, a toilet.
Better not spill a drop, or in addition to the punishments I have planned
for your earlier transgressions, I'm going to make you spend the weekend
with this new toy I bought that'll lock onto your balls and give them a nice
electric shock every 10 minutes. Think of that for five days straight, boy!"

Shit! I wrapped my lips around his cock and swallowed hard. Master knew that
I hated to drink piss-making me do toilet service was one of the most
humiliating things he could do to me. It was putting me right where he
wanted me, as his pussy slave.

When he finished he said, "lucky boy, it was a light stream. Your balls are
safe, sort of." He laughed. "Now get to work, faggot!"

I gave him the best blowjob I knew how. Licking up and down the shaft,
sucking on his balls and playing with them with my tongue, and then taking
his whole thick, beautiful shaft down my throat.  Master was enjoying the
head, telling me what a good bitch I was the while he fucked my face.  "Yeah
boy, breathe in my pubes, take that cock down your worthless fucking
throat." With that, he grabbed my head as he has when he was pissing, and
fucked my face until the back of my throat hurt.  Finally, gloriously, he
came, pulling out and coming all over my face. Instinctively, I reached up
and started to pick up the cum and eating it, but Master slapped my hand
away. "No," he said, "I want to see it dry all over your pussy face."

Master sighed and got up. I was hoping he forgot how angry he had been.
"Well boy, that was good. But you still aren't fully a bitch yet and I'm
still pissed off at you. How many times will I have to teach you who you
are? You get cocky whenever you're away from me for five minutes!" With that
he took a leash out of his hand and locked it onto my collar.  He got up and
went to the cabinet, retrieving a thin chain with heavy master locks on both
ends. Kneeling onto my level, he looked into my green eyes as he took one of
the large master locks and put it around my dick and balls, snapping it
shut. It was heavy as hell, and while it was a large lock, I couldn't slide
it off without ripping my balls off. He then took the lock on the other end
of the chain and snapped it closed around one of the D-rings on my collar.
I was locked on my hands and knees. "Well, now we won't have to worry
forgetting that your place is on the floor, like a dog."

Master then started to unbuckle his belt. "And now, for your punishment
boy."

"Please master, be lenient, I promise I'll behave like a good boy. I'm sorry
sir!" I whined.

Master laughed. "Oh shut up boy, you're getting all that whininess beat the
hell out of you!"

Master took another chain and attached it to the foot of the couch; he then
attached the other end to my collar. "Okay boy, remember that all this pain
can be avoided if you remember that you're a little bitch, and that I, for
all intents and purposes,  am your god."

SMACK! "Owwww!" I yelled and squirmed as he started attacking the back of my
thighs. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! I tried to get away, but the two chains
attached to my collar and balls and collar and couch allowed me little
movement. Master kept up on the back of my thighs until I was bawling like a
baby.

"You think you've learned your lesson, boy?" Master asked in a soft voice.

"Yes sir, yes master, I'm sorry master!" I cried.

"Well, I want to reinforce it." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. He was hitting my ass
while I yelled and cried. I was not good with pain and master knew it was an
effective deterrent and humiliation.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The pain was incredible. Master must have slapped my
ass-and then my back, and then my legs, and then my belly-for forty minutes.
My whole body was covered in incredible, red-hot pain.

And then it stopped.

I looked up and master was gone and the lights had been turned off. I was
still chained up and a little chilly there on the living room.  My body hurt
and I tried to sleep, but I was too uncomfortable. I was hungry, had to pee,
hurt immensely, and desperately hoped master would return before morning.

After what felt like an hour, master walked in smelling fresh and wearing a
bathrobe.  He was smoking a cigarette-I am a smoker and desperately wanted
one.  He looked down at me, chained and covered in welts.

"Well boy, I hope you've learned your lesson somewhat."

"Oh yes master! I'm sorry master!" I was sincere.

"Hungry boy?" He asked.

"Yes master!" I replied hopefully.

"Do you have to use the bathroom as well?"

"Yes sir."

He chuckled. "Okay boy." He then disappeared for a few minutes. He returned
to room carrying two dishes and a large, ratty, throw rug. He spread the rug
out under me. Making me shift my body so that it was underneath it.  He then
put down the two bowls. One was full of dog food, the other of water.

He smiled down at me-with my thick collar, master lock around the balls, and
sore, beaten body. "Okay boy, you're spending the night here. Don't look at
me like that, you know you deserve it.  I expect this dog food to be all
gone by the morning and feel free to go to the bathroom on this rug.  Eat
the food and shit and piss like a good boy, or you'll get further punishment
in the morning. I need a healthy little dog don't I?

I was silent. He bent down and slapped my sore ass.

"Yes sir!" I yelled in pain. "I'll be a healthy little bitch for you!"

"Good boy. I'll let you up in the morning to bathe me and cook my breakfast.
Also, after I fuck you, I think I'll have you clean the house.  I love
watching you sweep a room with that broom in your ass." he chuckled.  He
then left the room and I set in for a long night.

Needless to say, I no longer felt any cockiness whatsoever.

(More to come, if you all like. Please send comments, criticism,
suggestions, etc... to Slaveboy232@hotmail.com. Thank you.)