Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 21:09:22 -0500 From: Bruno Ciardi Subject: Sir Called - Part 12 As soon as we got home, i stripped and knelt, waiting for Master's orders. It felt good to be home and to feel that i was once again under the power of a man i loved instead of being dominated and humiliated by Mauricio, whom i was growing to dislike more and more. After we entered, Master told me to put his things away then return to the study. i went upstairs with his suitcases and unpacked them, taking out his things, hanging some up, putting others into the laundry. i could not resist breathing in the odor of his soiled underwear. After the weekend apart the smell alone was enough to make me have an orgasm -- not just cum -- but explode with a mixture of lust, love, and submission. At the same time, i knew that i had to tell Master about my feelings about the weekend, even if it meant being punished. After i started the laundry, i returned to the study and knelt before Master. How right it felt! Master continued reading his mail, ignoring me. i wanted to open myself completely to him, sexually and emotionally. When he finished reading the mail, he had to notice because my cock was pulsing, erect. He looked at me for a minute, eyes unreadable to me. Then he spoke. "Well slave, how was the weekend?" "Master, thank you for asking. It was very hard to be separated from you, Master. i spent a great deal of time with my brother slave Todd. Master Mauricio kept us caged together and continued our training. i think that we are learning how to serve as a pair very well, Master." With a look that pierced me, Master continued. "Slave, tell me how you felt with Master Mauricio in charge." "Master, i felt humiliated and worthless under the power of Master Mauricio. Being your slave is something i do with all my will because serving you is who i am. But it was very difficult to serve Master Mauricio and to see his cruelty to Slave Todd." Master ordered me to sit. With my cock erect in front of me, he brought the sole of his shoe down on it firmly. i had to support myself with my arms on the ground slightly behind my body. i looked down, beginning to feel very uneasy, not knowing if Master was angry with me or not. Master took my chin and lifted my head so that i was looking at him and he into my eyes. He leaned over and kissed me, then pulled back. Suddenly and unexpectedly, he spit into my face. Humiliated but at the same time happy because it was Master humiliating me, i softly spoke, "Thank you Master, for spitting in my face" Once again Master began speaking. "Slave, I thought you were better trained than this. If I left you with Master Mauricio, you should direct everything in you to making me happy by serving him. It doesn't matter how you feel about him. The only thing that matters is that I wanted you to serve him. There will be many times that I order you to do things that are not pleasant. Focus on serving me, not on your ego." i sat, humbled. Master kept the pressure on my cock. But my cock was not hard now, like my ego it had been shriveled by Master's superior force. i was very confused at this point. Being punished would have made things clearer or being fucked or something. But i sat there, quiet, while Master returned to his mail. i had time to think and to refocus on who and what i was -- Master's slave. After perhaps another hour, Master spoke to me again. "Slave, this week your training will be different. When you get home from work each day, you will strip and go about your chores as usual. I will not speak to you and you will neither speak to nor raise your eyes in my presence. You will sleep in your slave room on your slave bed. You will not touch your cock. You will not think about your sexual pleasure. You will focus on serving. You will complete each task and take your only satisfaction from knowing that you have served me. REMEMBER what you are doing and why you are doing it. To help you remember, you will not eat at the table all week. You will eat from your bowl on the floor. You will not touch your cock even to urinate. Instead you will kneel at the toilet and piss without hands. As your sexual frustration builds, think about being a good slave. Focus on why you are my slave. The next days were an agony for me but i understood Master's orders. i came home from work, cooked, cleaned, and served as if i were invisible. At times my cock was erect but i forced myself to ignore it. i was agitated at home and at work but i forced myself constantly to focus my attention on Master and his needs. Sleeping alone was difficult, not because my bed was uncomfortable but because i was separated from Master. i had little appetite for my food, wishing that Master would urinate on it so at least i would have his taste in my mouth but he did not. i ate only what i needed for strength for work and the gym, and for trying to please Master in every detail. On Wednesday night, Master Mauricio came to the house alone. He and Master talked to each other, completely ignoring me while i served them and then went into the kitchen. At 10:00 Master had me turn down the bedding for them. They began to get ready to sleep together. With my eyes lowered, i left them to make love while i went to my slave room alone. i knew that i needed to be happy that Master was enjoying his time with Master Mauricio rather than think about how it hurt to be alone. When Saturday morning came, i served Master breakfast. When he finished eating his food, he addressed me for the first time since Sunday evening as i was kneeling before my bowl in the kitchen eating my eggs -- i had not even been allowed to eat his leftovers this week. He said "Slave, tell me what you have learned this week." "Master, i have learned to focus on what you want rather than on what i want. i have gained greater understanding of what it means to be your slave, that it is how i bind myself to you and how i find my own self. i have learned that even though i crave to be used sexually by you Master, that i should not focus on my own sexual pleasure but on what you want, Master." Master stared into my eyes. No trace of a smile. Nothing to read on his face. He pushed aside my food bowl with his booted foot and told me to clean his boots. This was a dessert that was very sweet to me now. i caressed his boot with my tongue, thinking only that i needed to make Master happy that i was cleaning his boots as well as my tongue could. i knew that this was Master's way of saying that this worst of all punishments was over, at least for now. i went about my chores after that. Several hours later, the bell rang. i answered the door and knelt in silence. It was Master Mauricio and Slave Todd. Slave Todd knelt as soon as they entered. Master came to greet Master Mauricio. Slave Todd was ignored. Then Master addressed Master Mauricio. "Mauricio, Slave Tim is ready to serve you now. Why don't you take him upstairs and let him serve you as he would serve me." Master Mauricio accepted the invitation. He led me upstairs to Master's bedroom, me on all fours like the dog he preferred to treat me as. When we got to the room, he told me to stand and take off his clothes. i gently took off his clothes just as i would have for Master. When i finished, he took me into the bathroom. i knelt in the shower stall where he pissed at my mouth. i opened my mouth wide to swallow as much of his urine as i could. When he finished he turned on the shower -- cold water -- to clean me off. Then he slapped my on the face several times, not to hurt me but to humiliate me. i thanked him. Then he ordered my to begin sucking his cock. With eyes wide open so that i could not forget in any way what i was doing, i sucked his cock with total attention to giving him pleasure so that i could obey Master more completely.