Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2005 17:10:30 -0400 From: Bruno Ciardi Subject: Sir Called -- Part 14 After the dungeon party life went on as usual for months. My identity as Master's slave was completely taking over my life. i went to work and carried on my professional life as always. Perhaps others noticed that i was not the same as i had been before i became a slave. i was certainly less aggressive about my work, more cooperative and more helpful. i never allowed myself to act submissively but my new status must have shown in a greater deference to those few men who really seemed to be confident with a sense of their own power. But i kept work relationships at a business level. At the gym i was more determined. In my early 40's, i wanted to keep my body pleasing to Master, tight and toned but not overly muscular. At home i was a naked slave. i served, cleaned, obeyed, and gave pleasure any way Master wanted it. From the moment i woke up until i went to sleep i no longer asked myself what i wanted. Rather, i asked what Master wanted. Being his slave was my way of connecting to him at all levels. It was never boring. It couldn't get boring. Humiliation was not at the center of our relationship but Master knew that at times humiliating me was a way to bring me to a new level of forgetting myself in my effort to make him happy. So he would occasionally decide to have me wear titclamps when entertaining. The greatest humiliation was the night he invited Master Mauricio to dinner and had me wear diapers. Slave Todd and i served as usual, Master ordering me to drink more fluids than i would normally have done. When i could no longer control myself i urinated in the diaper. Master Mauricio particularly enjoyed my embarrassment. He order slave todd to change my diaper. i was told to lie on the floor on a plastic sheet that slave todd spread. He took off my waterproof panties and unpinned my old-fashioned diaper. i lay naked and vulnerable as he cleaned me, oiled my genital area and powdered me. Master Mauricio came over to admire his handiwork. He put his fingers in my mouth to suck on like a baby on its bottle. With his other hand he played with my cock, commenting on what a cute little baby penis i had. He said to Master: "George, wouldn't it be nice to keep slave tim's body shaved. I think that it would be a good reminder to him of his subjugation. Although i did not at all like the idea, my cock became rigid to the point that i had to tighten my muscles to keep from cumming. This was the way in which Master kept me always working, always striving to serve him. His relationship with Master Mauricio grew to the point where they often slept together. Sometimes when they made love i knelt beside the bed, happy that Master was getting pleasure. At other times i was sent to my room alone; those were the nights i hated but learned to endure. On other nights slave todd and i slept together, making passionate love as only two slaves who understand each others' needs can do. Of course, we were not allowed to fuck each other. The worst nights by far were those that Master ordered me to spend with Master Mauricio. Then the humiliation i felt was not pleasurable. It was pure humiliation that i entered into to please Master. Master Mauricio must have been aware of this because he delighted in humiliating me with butt plugs, shavings of my cock and balls, more diapers, using me as furniture...many things that Master did not need to do. But Master Mauricio and i also knew that my cock grew just as hard for him and his uncaring humiliation as for Master or for slave todd. My cock yes, but my mind no. After months of continuing like this, Master told me that Master Mauricio and i were going on a vacation together, just the two of us. Plans were already made and i should take a week off from work. Then he explained that since he and Master Mauricio's relationship had grown it was now necessary for me to be trained to respond to Master Mauricio spontaneously and devotedly, as if he too were my Master. i knew that i couldn't say no to Master but he saw my face tighten and the tears i was holding back. Then he said to me: `I know that you do not love Master Mauricio but I love him and I love you too. Eventually he and you and slave todd and I will form one household so you must learn to submit to him just as you do to me. He then gently took my chin in his hand and kissed me warmly while he caressed my hardening cock with his other hand. He knew that i would not be able to say no to him and that by taking control of my body like this that i would start to train my mind as he commanded. The next day i announced at work that i was taking the following week off. Then for the rest of the week between trying to focus completely on Master and get my work done i constantly returned to thinking about what a week with Master Mauricio would be like. It was clear to me that i disliked him and derived no pleasure from his humiliations. It was also clear that no matter what i thought about him, my body responded to his handsome, sadistic domination of me. He did not come to the house all week. On Thursday evening he called to tell me what to wear for our week. i was to be ready at 5:00 p.m. on Friday for him to pick me up to go to the airport. He didn't even tell me where we were going. I was to wear jeans and a t-shirt that he sent over, both too tight for a man my age unless he was advertising his illusion that he was still in his twenties and looking for a good time. No socks, no underwear, sneakers. i was also to pack my gym clothes, collar, leash, cockrings, titclamps, buttplugs, etc. i did as i was ordered and was ready, kneeling at the door when he rang the bell. Master greeted him. i kissed his shoes while he and Master kissed. Then Master took my head in his hands, raised me up and gave me a deep kiss. As soon as he finished, Master Mauricio did the same. i could taste both of them in my mouth and couldn't deny that it felt good. Master gave some final parting words: `Serve him well slave because in serving him you are pleasing me. Soon you will want to please Master Mauricio just because he is your Master too.' Then we left. For perhaps the first time since i met him, i sat next to Master Mauricio in the car as sat in the back seat of Master's car on the way to the airport. During the ride his attitude towards me was inconsistent. He spoke, telling me that he wanted us to develop a relationship in which my submission was freely given to him and that he wanted me to learn to desire to serve him. While he said these things he massaged the back of my neck with his powerful hands, something that Master had always done to make me more malleable and submissive. But then, when he saw that i was responding by getting a hard-on he threatened to make me cum in my pants so i would have to be seen by everyone at the airport like that -- in the only pants i was allowed to pack. Thankfully, he didn't make me cum. At the airport we departed from Master again and boarded a plane for Ft. Lauderdale. We sat next to each other on the plane, Master Mauricio on the aisle, i on the window. He pretty much ignored me during the flight, doing some work and reading. He put the things he wanted close to him on my lap without a word or an acknowledgement that i wasn't an empty seat. When the obviously gay male attendant came by, Master Mauricio spoke for me. `He'll have the chicken entree and mineral water. Then he grabbed my genitals through my pants so that the attendant could see. The two of them smiled at each other and the attendant, a tall, slightly effeminate black man said: `I guess I know were you two are headed. The leather resort, no.' Master Mauricio smiled and responded to him. ` You're right, why don't you stop by if you get a chance and you can join us by the pool or in our room.' On saying this he squeezed my cock and balls so that they actually hurt, just to let the attendant know who was the boss and who would be the boss if he came to visit. The attendant responded: `yes Sir, we might be able to accommodate you on that. Do you have everything you need for the moment Sir?'. It amazed me how easily Master Mauricio could establish his dominance over the attendant without a trace of self-doubt or doubt of the attendant's willingness to submit. i had to admit to myself that his self-assurance turned me on. i absorbed the feeling along with the subtle smell of his body next to me, allowing myself to feel his strength. We got to the leather resort, a walled resort that from the outside looked like many others in Ft. Lauderdale. But as soon as we entered the reception area it was apparent how different this place was. Master Mauricio ordered me to strip naked in the lobby, put on my collar and put the clothes into the bag. i would be naked for the next week. Other men were walking in and out of the lobby, mostly dressed in leather, or vacation clothes if they were going in or coming out of the resort. We got many looks, especially of envy from out of shape men who would have loved to have been standing in Master Mauricio's or my place. i was the only completely nude person in the lobby. Master Mauricio spoke to the receptionist. They arranged for our room and Master Mauricio informed the receptionist that i would take care of all the cleaning of the room and that i would also serve him at all meals. No waiters would be needed at our table. The receptionist smiled and said he understood. There were not really that many Master/slave couples who were so overt at the resort but there would be no problem. Then he gave Master Mauricio the room pass. i carried all of our things, following Master Mauricio to the room. Once in the room, i unpacked and put away all of our things. His clothes were carefully hung. i laid out my gear on the closet floor so it was readily available. i then turned down the bed. Then Master Mauricio did what he had never done before. He took me gently in his arms, caressing my body with his hands, kissing me gently but firmly. My body started to become more pliant and he whispered to me. `This week is going to be very good for us. I want you to really let go and feel you desire to serve me and submit to me in everything.' Between words, he kept caressing and kissing me, opening my legs and forcing me to let myself submit to his power. When I was just on the point of cumming, he stopped. He had me kneel while he changed into his Speedo. Then he attached my collar and led me out to the pool area, my cock still raging with a pulsating hard-on. We walked to the pool. He took a chaise for himself and had me sit on the concrete, telling me not to cover my genitals. While he sat in the sun and made small talk with several men lying next to him i sat on the ground, readied to serve. After a while, he ordered me to get him a drink. He asked the other two men if they would also like one. They said they would so i went to the poolside bar and picked up their drinks. i gave the order to the barman, a leatherman wearing a bathing suit and a harness. He looked at me with a knowing smile as i kept me eyes respectfully downcast. Before he gave me the drinks, he made me stand there while he played with my nipples. He pinched them and twisted them, very much enjoying the fact that many guys were watching me be used like this, offering no resistance. Finally, he gave me the drinks. i returned to Master Mauricio and his new-found friends, giving them each their drink. Master Mauricio had a serious look on his face when he told me that i had taken too long and would need to be punished later. i took my place again, seated with my cock and balls exposed. Occasionally he would use his foot to play with them absentmindedly. If there were other Master/slave couples present that day, none were as obvious as us. It was clear to everybody there that i was a totally trained slave. Master Mauricio made no pretenses of conversing with me or of being concerned that i was having a good time. He went swimming, never asking me or indicating in any way that i might like to go in the water. My body was soaked in sweat. When he came out of the water, i gently towel-dried him. Then i sat again and contemplated how the rest of the week would be.