Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2006 19:12:54 -0500
From: Bruno Ciardi <brunoman51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sir Called Part 19

When we got home Master Anthony told MASTER that we had served him well. As
a reward, MASTER announced that slave george would have his first experience
of sleeping in diapers so that MASTER could change him when he dirtied
himself. For my reward I would be allowed to have a pair of Master Anthony's
boots hung by a rope from my balls while I did my housework the next day and
a pair of his shoes hung from the chain attached to the tit clamps I would
wear all day. I indicated to MASTER that I needed to piss so he sent me and
slave george to the bathroom. slave george knelt by the toilet bowl and took
my cock in his hands, directing the stream into the toilet bowl. When I was
done he shook my cock dry but a few drops landed on the rim of the bowl. He
quickly licked the drops of piss off of the porcelain and licked the last
drop of piss from my now exhausted and flaccid cock.

Once I went to my bed next to slave todd I tried to sleep. My mind kept
wandering back to my colleague, Mark, from work. I wondered what he must be
thinking about me now and how he might use this information about me. We had
spoken at meetings before but since he was hired since I was enslaved by
Master George, I never thought about him as a man. He was a handsome man,
with rugged good looks and an outdoorsman type of build. He was very polite
and low key at work, friendly but with clear boundaries. I thought he must
have been a few years older than me, perhaps about 47. Now that I thought
about him I realized that what always registered with me was his steady,
calm eyes. He did not appear to bear much anxiety. He seemed strong in a
gentle way. That night it took me longer than usual to fall asleep.

The next day I woke at the hour MASTER had commanded slave todd to set the
alarm. I got up and cleaned myself as per the rule of daily life. Slave
george knelt by the toilet in his now dirtied diaper while I shit. He then
cleaned me with toilet paper, gently probing to wipe every trace of brown
from my anus. When I was presentable I went to the kitchen to prepare
breakfast for Master Anthony and MASTER. When the eggs, coffee, toast and
juice were ready I carried the tray to MASTER's bedroom. He was lying in bed
with Master Anthony. At the foot of the bed slave todd, rope-bound so that
all he could do was move like a Chinese princess of the nineteenth century
with the added restriction of immovable arms, was licking the feet of Master
Anthony with great care and devotion. I served the two masters their
breakfast. When they were done I intended to take the tray away but MASTER
told me to wait. He got out of bed, grabbing the tit clamps on the night
table as he did so. He attached the clamps and then took a pair of Master
Anthony's shoes and attached them to the other end of the clamps so that
they hung about eight inches below my now aching nipples. He then took a
piece of rope with which he quickly bound my balls, separating them. He tied
one end of the rope to the loop at the back of each of Master Anthony's
boots. He then said.

"Looks good slave tim, thank me for your reward for today."

With my balls and tits being pulled down by the weight, I responded.

" Thank you MASTER for this reward of pain to remind me how kind you are to
me."

MASTER then dismissed my to my day of mopping, cleaning, vacuuming, washing,
all with the painful tokens of his concern tugging on my body. Nonetheless,
I went about my work. Curiously, my mind continued to turn back to Mark.
What would he think about me, looking like this. I was a completely
obedient, subservient slave, treated as a toy most of the time. Unlike
george when he was my master in the first year or so, my slavery was no
longer an expression of mutual love. MASTER made no pretense of loving us.
He knew he could use us, mostly because we had lost our will and were
totally addicted to his sexual power over us. Even at this moment just the
thought of him standing over me while I scrubbed the kitchen floor on hands
and knees was enough to make me rock hard. I thought of how natural it
seemed for him to stand above me, reestablishing his dominance by having me
suck his cock or feel his foot step on my cock. At the same time, I was
disturbed in a way that was not usual for me when I thought about Mark.

By the time I finished my housework my balls and tits were in excruciating
pain. When I reported to MASTER he ordered me to bring him and Master
Anthony tea in the den. I brought in the tea. MASTER commanded me to kneel
and used my back as a tea tray. In this way the boots hanging from my cock
rested on the floor. it seemed like a relief but in reality accentuated the
pain my tits felt. I had to use every bit of strength not to start shaking.
I was afraid that if I did, I would spill the tea and be punished even more.
I managed not to spill and was used in this way until MASTER announced that
I could go to bed since I had to work the next day. slave todd was sent to
bed with me while MASTER and Master Anthony attended to slave george and his
filthy diaper. Once in bed, slave todd massaged my tits with his tongue and
my balls by hand. I was graterful for his gentleness, the only such concern
I had felt in a long time.

The next day I dressed for work with my mind going in circles. First of all,
I had to change gears from abject slave to man of business. Then I had to
remind myself that I would eat with a knife and fork, use a toilet in the
normal way, be clothed all day. Finally, I had to think about how I would
deal with Mark at work.

I arrived at work, making the usual mental changes necessary to become a
highly responsible decision-maker. Even my physical demeanor had to change
according the role I was now playing. The morning went by quickly as I
attended to business. It amazed me to think that yesterday I had been not
much more than a naked beast of burden for two Masters and today I was
helping to run a large corporation. Of course, the pain in my balls and tits
served to remind me of my true status. At about 11:00 a.m. Mark phoned me at
my desk and asked to meet for lunch. His voice was calm, matter-of-factly
friendly, without a trace of disdain or superiority. I accepted his
invitation without hesitation even though I was a bit of a wreck thinking
about being confronted by him.
At noon we met in the lobby to go to a nearby restaurant. It was expensive
enough to allow for some privacy in conversation. We didn't speak until
after the waiter seated us and took our order. I was the first to speak.

"I guess that you are wondering about what you saw on Saturday night at the
bar."

He replied, "I am not wondering about what I saw. I've seen stuff like that
many times and participated a bit when I was younger. What I am wondering
about is you."

"How do you mean? Can't you see that I am a slave?"

"Of course I could see that", he answered. "What I wonder about is what you
get out of it and who you are. I've noticed you for some time now at work.
You're an attractive man with a great deal going for you yet you let an
Asian foot-master use you like as though your value was determined by how
much cum you licked up from his boots and the table."

I felt pains running through me like I had not experienced since becoming a
slave. It wasn't the shame that brought a hard-on. Rather it was the pain of
knowing that Mark thought that I was a real decision-making person who has
reduced myself to subhuman status to please a man I did not love and who did
not love me. I was left speechless for a long time. I didn't want to look at
him and could not eat. Yet Mark was not put off. He kept his gaze on me and
continued speaking throughout lunch. I was amazed, even in my pain and
confusion, that he remained unperturbed. Usually intimidated into submission
by such apparent strength I was not affected in that way at all today. I was
just an internal mess but had no desire for him to dominate me or to act
sexually in any way. In this way we ...or I should say, Mark...finished lunch
and returned to the office. When we got to the lobby he thanked me and said
that he would like to lunch with me again tomorrow and for the rest of the
week if I agreed. I did.

The rest of the day was extremely uncomfortable for me. I was torn between
worlds, it seemed. On the one hand I thought about going home, stripping
naked and being used by MASTER when I got in. On the other, I thought about
Mark's very different behavior.

When I arrived at the house, slave george had already been picked up by the
two slaves from slave training camp. Slave todd and I made dinner for MASTER
and knelt at his feet as he ate alone; Master Anthony had left that
afternoon, leaving me a shoe with dried cum stains for my desert. MASTER, of
course, contributed to my desert by pissing into the shoe to help me moisten
the cum. I served him without missing a beat. I licked, knelt, obeyed,
served, knelt over his knees so he could spank my for dropping crumbs on the
floor as I cleaned up after dinner. He allowed slave todd and me to pleasure
his cock together, alternately sucking and licking in an act of worship of
the throbbing-hard cock that was his dominance and our submissiveness. When
we finished he sent us off to be left alone. I went to pay some of my
personal bills and take care of business for my own townhouse that I rented
out when I moved in with master george.

Again, the next day I met Mark for lunch. We continued our conversation.
This time I was able to speak although it was still painful. I told him
about how my love for george when he was a Master had led me first to submit
and then to become his slave. What kept coming back to me was the fact that
at one time being a slave was about loving george, then it was about having
options limited by the power of MASTER's dominance and his cock. Mark never
flinched or acted as though anything I was saying was strange. He listened
and asked questions. And I spoke. I talked more socially with him than I had
spoken in the past years since I became a slave. It felt different and odd.
I was having lunch with a man who allowed me to decide what I wanted to eat
and who didn't interrupt me or ignore my need to finish eating; he waited
for me. I didn't feel the obligation to attend to him every second we were
together. Yet, at the same time, I knew that this was a very strong man, one
who was in control...of his own life.

The month went like this. Lunches with Mark, evenings serving MASTER, some
nights sleeping with MASTER, some nights in the cage, some nights with slave
todd. I was  amazed that I could even function, never mind keep my new
`friendship' secret. But MASTER was not as perceptive as george had been. He
was not interested enough in me as a person to notice if I was different in
any way. As long as I served quickly and completely, he was happy. And I had
to admit that as long as he aroused my body with his dominance, I was his
slave. But in ways other than the sex, things were different. I started to
see my absolute obedience and servility as somewhat silly. My perception of
his dominant attitude started to include an analysis that he was posturing
and posing, not really living out of his own strength.

After talking to Mark daily like this, it became obvious that he had some
objectives in establishing this friendship with me. With directness I had
not shown in my out-of-work life in years I finally got up the courage to
ask him why he was spending so much time with me. With equal directness but
no hesitancy or doubt he stated.

"Because when you decide to be a man again, I want to be the man you love."

I was figuratively and almost literally on the floor.

"You mean that after you saw me being led on a leash in a bar used as a cum
and piss receptacle in front of 50 men you are interested in me?"

"Yep". "I see what's there, not what you've made yourself into. You don't
see all that you are. I have some idea that there is a really interesting
man capable of giving and receiving love. End of my explanation!"

Once again, I went home in total confusion. Only this time with an option.
That night, for the first time in several years, I forgot to shave my body
hair, leaving stubble on my groin and balls.

When I went to MASTER's room, he had the cross set up and ordered me to lay
out his toys. I arranged the dildos, buttplugs, paddles, titclamps and other
devices as I always did. Then, as usual, I kissed each item that would give
MASTER pleasure and my pain and humiliation. Also as usual, my cock started
to ache in anticipation, especially as his cock was open to sight because of
the leather chaps he was wearing. MASTER commanded me to present for
inspection. He checked my mouth with his fingers, then my chest and then my
asshole, with some swats on my ass that made my cock harder. Then he brushed
his hand across my pubic area. When he felt the stubble, he quickly slapped
my face and spoke sternly.

"Slave, why is your body not shaved according to rules. You're worthless. Go
into the bathroom and kneel at the toilet."

I did as I was told. Then MASTER ordered me.

"Start drinking the toilet water until I tell you to stop."

Something inside of me snapped at that moment. In spite of my hard cock and
my training I didn't start drinking. Instead I stood up and said.

"No"

MASTER stared at me with a glaring anger. On any other occasion I would have
fallen to my knees and started to beg for forgiveness. Instead, I just said.

"No" "I am leaving"

MASTER was dumbfounded. But I was done. I walked out of the room without
looking back, went to the room where my work clothes and things were stored.
I dressed, packed a suitcase and without any explanation simply stated;"

"I'll be back tomorrow for the rest of my things." "This is over."

I walked out the door, didn't say a word to Mauricio or to todd. I just
left.

On the street, I hailed a cab and directed him to a downtown hotel. There
for the first time in years, I slept as a free man, totally exhausted. I
didn't realize till I fell on the bed what it cost me to break loose. As
fast as it happened it was like the creation of the world with the big
bang...it took an incredible amount of energy.

The next day was Friday. At lunch I told Mark what I had done the night
before. He could see by my tired face and lack of energy what a toll had
been taken.

He said to me. "I want to go to the hotel with you after work. Not for sex.
You aren't ready for that. I just want to be with you for a while"

At 6:00 we left work together. We got to the hotel and went up to my room.
When we got in the room we sat and talked a little. Mostly we just sat and
communicated without words. At one point started to get worked up
emotionally. With a simple kind gesture, Mark put his hand on my shoulder to
comfort me. Then I completely lost it. I started to convulse with tears and
sobs. I couldn't stop. It seemed like every bit of tension that had been put
into me by years of being attentive to masters was being purged. Mark came
close and held me while I shivered and curled up like a baby. He didn't let
go.

I don't even know how long I sobbed before I fell asleep in Mark's arms. And
I had no idea how long I slept until the next day when he told me it was
1:00 in the afternoon and that I had slept for at least 12 hours. He tucked
me into the bed and called room service to bring some food. When the food
was delivered he sat by my side and helped me to eat. I had not been treated
with this kind of concern and caring in so long it seemed like I would burn
inside my own skin. I never left the hotel that day. Mark went to get
clothes and things to keep him occupied while he watched over me.

These few days in the hotel were unnerving and yet extremely comforting. I
was not being infantilized or dominated. A very strong man was taking care
of me and I was returning his care with gratitude. The urge was strong to
get up and serve him, to convert him into Master Mark but he had no
inclination to allow that to happen. We talked, he asked my opinion. We even
disagreed and I was not punished for stating an opinion contrary to his.

I took the next week off from work. I went to Mauricio and George's house to
get my things. When Todd answered the door he was in shock. But I called him
by his name and did not allow him to defer to me in any way. His instinct
was to kneel before me since I no longer acted like a slave but I didn't
want that. Similarly, I addressed Mauricio by name. I explained to him that
I was moving back to my house. Curiously, I was not angry with him or
fearful or ashamed. I was done. I didn't much care if he had anything to say
or if my leaving was going to help destroy his world. I didn't see myself as
running from him to Mark. I was going home as a free man. I did not care if
George returned to find me gone. I had loved this man but not what I had
become loving him or what he had become loving Mauricio. I just wanted to be
free.

The next months were a rediscovery of life for me. Mark and I dated. Our
relationship grew. The first time we made love I was a total basket-case. I
didn't know how to take pleasure for myself anymore and kept trying to
please him. He wouldn't let me do that. With incredible patience he helped
me to rediscover my own pleasure points and helped me to let him know how I
enjoyed making love, not being used by a master. When I sucked his cock it
was not an act of submission and humiliation; he sucked mine with equal
pleasure. We fucked each other. Sex with him was incredibly hot because I
was giving myself to him and he was giving himself to me.

As I regained myself, I found that I was not ready to give myself up to
anyone, even Mark, for a long time. We allowed our relationship to grow
slowly over a period of several years before we decided it was time for us
to live together. And that is where we still are. It isn't always exciting.
There is no new thrill of degradation and debasement. There are messy
disagreements and reconciliations and two men who try to love each other as
best they know how.

Not the end...but there is no more story to tell here