Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 17:44:16 -0500 From: Bruno Ciardi Subject: Sir Called - Part 11 Life as Master's slave continued in this way for months. Slavery agreed with me. i was more focused and productive at work and, oddly, more self-assured. As a result i found myself getting more power within the business. i had a trainer at the gym now so my workouts were also yielding more positive results. Master was contented with my service but sometimes enjoyed finding pretexts to punish me. i found the punishments to be means of making our relationship stronger because they increased my trust that he would not really harm me. Thankfully, they were not crude punishments or ones that relied on fetishes; they were about cementing his dominant role and my ever-growing submissive nature. After our first six weeks together, Master had to go out of town for a long week-end. Instead of leaving me home alone he packed me into the trunk -- just me, no clothes or luggage -- and drove me to Master Mauricio's to serve along side Slave Todd while he was gone. When we pulled into Master Mauricio's he let me out of the trunk. i did not stand. Master commanded me to kneel in the entranceway. Master Mauricio came downstairs to meet Master. I had never seen Master Mauricio as he looked on that day. He wore tight leather pants, leather boots, a Master's harness, a leather cap, and a riding crop. Master laughed when he saw him. "In a leatherman mood today, Mauricio?" Mauricio smiled at Master and gave me a more serious look, directing my head to his boots with the riding crop. I started servicing his boots, with a huge hard-on of course, as he and Master spoke. "My slave overslept this morning so he is now taking some time to think about how a slave fulfills his responsibilities." "So you are helping him in his reflections, huh?" responded Master. "Yes. I'll let slave tim help too." "Just remember" Master added "Nobody fucks my slave but me." "Of course, George, and I won't hurt him at all. But who knows, he might be a better slave when you get home." Then Master said goodbye to Master Mauricio and pulled my head up briefly from Master Mauricio's boots to give me a kiss. He borrowed the riding crop to give me a few playful swats on my ass. Of course, he knew that i would cum from this stimulation, which i did, covering Master Mauricio's boots. Then Master left. Master Mauricio ordered me to clean my cum off of his boots. He started swatting my ass with the crop as i did so, not so playfully as Master but not hard enough to leave permanent marks. i was a bit apprehensive about the weekend. i always suspected that he was more sadistic than Master. Master was a dominant man who took pleasure in my absolute obedience to him but he took no pleasure from causing me pain. Master Mauricio enjoyed seeing his slave in pain. When i finished cleaning his boots he led me on the leash crawling to a waterbowl on the kitchen floor. He told me to drink. i slurped up the water, refreshing after the salty leather and the cum on his boots. Then we went upstairs, he walking, i crawling like a dog. We entered a room i had not seen before in his house. The lights were dim but i could see slave todd with chains on his wrists attached to a hook from the exposed ceiling beam. He had tit clamps with weights suspended from them and his balls were also being pulled on by weights. Master Mauricio approached him with his crop and proceeded to whip slave todd ten times on his buttocks. Slave todd winced with each blow but did not cry or make a sound. After each blow, Master Mauricio presented the crop for slave todd to kiss. The slave kissed the crop and when offered his master's hand, licked it with gratitude. It occurred to me that slave todd was broken by Master Mauricio in a way that i was not broken. My Master did not want my spirit to be dulled by slavery. Rather, he wanted me constantly to rededicate myself to obeying him not out of fear or pain but because there it was in my very identity to be his slave. The scars on slave todd's ass and back told a very different story, one that i didn't like. Master Mauricio then unlocked slave todd's chains. He told us to lie side by side on the ground, face up. When we did so, he stood on us, one foot on each slave. i was extremely uncomfortable after only a few minutes but didn't dare move or speak. Since i felt no love toward this man and did not have the kind of hypnotic connection i had had with Master Pete, my cock was limp. Slave todd, on the other hand, was throbbingly erect. Obviously, pain and punishment were linked together erotically for him. Master Maurcio stood for a good 15 minutes. i was sweating and in pain. When he had his fill, he directed us both to the cage in the corner of the room. The floor of the cage was lined with a white rubber sheet. When we both entered the cage, with no room to stand or lie but only to sit with our bodies slightly intertwined, Master Mauricio closed the cage door. Looking down on us, he smiled condescendingly, pulled out his cock and told us both to kiss its head. Like good slaves we managed to get on all fours so that we could reach his exposed, hard cock and kiss it. Then, he let go a spray of piss all over us. Before leaving, he said. "I expect you two to lick up every drop of piss on your bodies and on the floor. I'll be back to inspect before I come for you to prepare my lunch. Slave todd and i looked at each other. It was very good to be alone with him. Although we rarely got the chance to talk man to man...or slave to slave i liked him. We started licking the floor first, each using our tongues like a mop to take every yellow drop off of the white floor. Then we began licking each others' body. It was both humiliating and an act of friendship gently to lap up the piss from his head, face, and body. i was careful with his welts. For his part, slave todd treated my body with equal respect. Slave todd also took the opportunity to caress my cock with his tongue. He seemed very hungry for the cock of a man who treated him with kindness. In turn, i arranged my body so that i could simultaneously suck his cock. We were in this 69 position when Master Mauricio returned. "alright slaves, time for lunch." He opened the door, reattached both of our leashes, and led us downstairs like a pair of prize dogs. Once in the kitchen he told us to stand and to get lunch ready. Since we had not finished giving each other blow jobs we were now both aroused, matching slaves with matching hard-ons. When lunch was prepared we went to present ourselves to Master Mauricio in the study. He ignored us as we knelt in front of him. We remained motionless until he looked up from his book and walked to the dining room. We crawled behind him and remained kneeling, one on each side, as he ate his lunch. We took turns getting up to serve him. When he finished eating, he put food in our dishes on the floor and had us eat without hands. "Since you slaves like sucking each other so much, you can clean each others' slave faces with your tongue." First slave todd licked the food stains from my face then i cleaned him. While i was doing this my mind was very clear; i did not like Master Mauricio but would serve him because Master ordered it. i was also clear that i had real feelings toward slave todd, partly sympathy for the more abused slave and partly affection for a nice man. The weekend proceeded pretty much in the same way. Pain and humiliations. On Saturday night, Master Mauricio gave us both pairs of leather shorts and boots to wear. With our collars and leashes we were completely dressed. He had us sit in the back seat of the car as he drove us to the Eagle. We walked in like that, a master with two collared chained slaves. Throughout the evening, he talked to friends and to curious guys who came over to ask him about his two slaves. For our part, we knelt at his feet or sat when our knees became to pained and he gave us permission. We fetched drinks but did not talk without permission. When the bar closed we drove to the Manhole. Once inside, we were instructed to remove our leather shorts. Now we were naked on display, with our hands behind our backs. Master Mauricio allowed men to pinch us and play with our cocks but he wouldn't let us cum. We didn't reciprocate -- we were just sex toy entertainment for the cruising men who would play with our bodies between their attempts to find a new sexual partner. The environment was completely new and unpleasant to me. i wondered if Master would allow me to tell him that i did not enjoy this experience. Master Mauricio met a man he apparently knew, a very muscular leather man. We left together, they in the front seat, we in the back. Once at home, we prepared the bed for them. Master Mauricio then directed us to the cage where we would spend the night together. Although it was small and uncomfortable, i enjoyed the prospect of continuing what slave todd and i began in the morning. We sucked each other long and slowly, intermittently kissing deeply. i loved being close to this strong but very submissive man whose mind and body had been trained and used like my own but more so. Each time we came, we cleaned each other and the cage, knowing that it would have to be clean in the morning. That also meant that we had to drink each others' piss when the need arose. Next to Master, there was no man i could remember wanting to be with more than with slave todd. Master returned on Monday afternoon. As usual, i was rock hard upon seeing him. That was the only way i could show my feelings at that time. He and Master Mauricio spoke for a while, leaving slave todd and me waiting naked. Slave todd was also erect, either sympathetically or because he was aroused by my presence now. When the two master's returned to the foyer, Master Mauricio finished his comments about how well slave todd and i had bonded over the weekend and laughed as he told about our sucking each other in the cage. Master looked on approvingly. On the way home, naked next to Master in the car, my attention was divided for the first time in months. i was focused on Master and how good it was to be in his presence and feel his power in person once again. At the same time, my mind kept going back to how much i had disliked the weekend under Master Mauricio's power and how much i had enjoyed being close to slave todd. For the first time since i gave myself to Master, i was concentrating not to let him know what i was thinking and feeling.