Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2006 4:45:30 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Remote Control Slave, Part NINE

     The two Masters hustled me into the panel van. By some miracle we
didn't come across anyone getting from the apartment to the lot, but I
think I was so excited about the trip that I wouldn't have cared. After
all, I was going back to the place where I first obeyed Master and met
Cock-Master.
     Several times during the drive, the masters up front talked on the
cell phone to Master in South Africa. I know it was well after Midnight
there. He must want this very much, I thought, to stay up this late. And
what about you, I thought...how badly do you want this? You could end up in
jail..or even badly beaten if the wrong person sees you at the wrong
place!, I mused.
     Somehow I knew that wouldn't happen...that my Masters would make sure
I wasn't harmed. They could have harmed me numerous times so far in this
adventure, and didn't...even making sure I had food and water, even if it
was from an old dog bowl. Piss-Master had gotten into the habit of pissing
into the food before putting it on the floor for me, and I had grown not
only used to it, but to look forward to it! Certainly he wouldn't let any
harm come to his property.
   As we drove, Piss-Master suddenly put his right hand on Cock-Master's
neck and started pulling him down towards his lap.
   "Hey, what the fuck...," Cock-Master objected, but was quickly cut off
my Piss-Master.
   "I don't want any shit from you...you may be superior to shithead in the
back seat, but up here I'm the top dog, now get that cocksucker mouth of
yours over here and show me what you're worth!"
    Cock-Master stopped objecting as his head was forced down. I heard a
zipper open, followed by the familiar sounds of sucking, and then
deep-throating. I knew from experience how big Piss-Master was, and as I
listened to the gagging and slurping wet noise, my own throat pulsed in
sympathy.
     I was discovering that there seemed to be a pecking order in this new
community. Master in S. Africa was at the top (although perhaps even HE had
someone above him in rank), and now I had discovered that Piss Master was
the sex-boss of Cock -Master. He hummed and moaned softly as his cock was
slicked and sucked and milked. When Piss-Master came, he issued an order to
Cock-Master.
   "Don't swallow, cock-slut! Keep it in your mouth...I want to see it in
your mouth. To allow that to happen, he pulled back a bit as he came,
allowing Cock-Master's mouth to fill with his cream. Piss-Master held his
mouth open, displaying his winnings.
     Another order: "Turn around and feed the shitfaced-slave...he hasn't
had dinner."
    Cock-Master did as told. i turned my head upward and opened my mouth
wide to accept the offering, like some baby bird in the nest getting a worm
form his momma bird. He spit the majority of it in, then letting the liquid
remnants drip in more slowly. Finished, he licked his lips. He was
blushing, avoiding my eyes, embarrassed at having been put in a subservient
place by another master.
   As for me, i was happy as could be...the only thing that would have been
better would have been me in the front seat going down on Piss-Master. But
better second-helpings than one at all. I ate it all, licking my lips and
looking longingly at Cock Master's lips, still sticky with cum, wishing I
could lick them too!
   The sheath around my cock suddenly contracted and then eased up several
times. Master was working his controls. Then the tit clamps tightened as
well, a sample squeeze on each one.
   It was already 9:00pm when we pulled into the parking lot, grabbing a
spot close to a side entrance to the mall. It would be open for only an
hour more.
   They opened the back doors and guided me out. I was wearing the pink
flip flops. Even in the relative darkness of the lot they seemed to glow.
   Cock Master: "now remember, right tit, you turn right. Left tit left,
Cock squeeze ahead, a double squeeze, sit down." He pointed me toward the
double glass doors and there was a sudden squeeze on my cock. i walked
ahead, trying to get my footing and walk as if i did this everyday. i got
to the doors just as two young boys were leaving. One of them held the door
open, his mouth equally open as he starred at me. "Shit!" The other boy
gasped out loud. Clearly he had a story to tell for the next day in
class. i nodded at them and walked into the mall.
   As i approached a bench on the way to the food court, there was a sudden
double squeeze on the sheath, i turned abruptly and sat down, crossing my
legs in a failed attempt to hide my hard-on.
   Piss-Master and Cock Master came up to me, holding out the cell phone, i
could see myself in the video screen, and knew he was sending the picture
to Master a world away. Cock Master handed me the phone and walked across
the aisle to lean against the wall, still sulking over his sexual
demotion. Yet I could see a definite bulge in the crotch of his black
jeans. Maybe Cock-Master and I had more in common that I would have
thought.
   "Shitface!"
  "Yes, Sir," i quietly responded.
   "What did I tell you about people talking to you?"
   i paused, thinking.
   "I said if they talked to you, they were your Master too. Isn't that
what I said slut?"
   "Yes, sir," i said, remembering, but not sure where this was going.
   "That blond boy spoke to you, didn't he?"
   "Blond boy Sir?"
   "Yes, stupid, the boy who held the door for you! The one who acted like
YOU were the master or something. He spoke to you!"
   i thought about it and remembered. He had said "Shit".
   Both tit clamps suddenly tightened all the way, and the pain was
incredible. i love having my tits worked on, but this was excessive
pressure! Owwwww, i growled.
   "Shut up slut slave! I don't care if it's even a single word. I make the
rules and my rules say if someone speaks to you treat them as a surrogate
master!. Accept a present from your sub-Master and then get up and get
moving!" Master ordered.
     "A snack...make sure you finish it in the next fifteen minutes," said
Piss-Master as he took back the phone and held out a clear plastic bag for
me.
      Inside were my pubes, which i had cut off at Master's demand, just
before my last trip to the Mall. i reached in, took a handful, and put the
coarse hairs in my mouth. Piss Master held the phone outward, broadcasting
the picture of me in my slut outfit, eating my own pubic hair as i walked
inside the biggest Shopping Mall in the state.
     i headed for the food court.


Bamaboi2serve@charter.net

I promise...the mall experience is next, in part TEN.
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