Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 23:01:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Kai Anderson Subject: Slutty Whore 12 SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER XII by GWMSUB4DOMGAM ============== He opened his drivers side door, stepped out, and pulled me out of the truck onto the street and into the rain again. I realized I was in the alley at the side of his building, two blocks from my own condo. He unfastened the steel collar and removed it, but immediately replaced it with a stainless steel chain and a small padlock. He turned me around and uncuffed me. He then kissed me, jumped into the truck, closed the door, and drove off, leaving me stark naked, barefoot, wet, cold, and two blocks away from home. I realized immediately that I did not have my condo key. I had no way to get into my building without the key to open the fire exit door. "Shit, shit, shit" I thought to myself, freaking out and my stomach turning over and over as I had visions of myself stuck in the alley all night. I moved to the side of the alley, crouching down against the worst of the rain and the wind when a vehicle entered the alley at the opposite end. The headlights immediately illuminated most of the alley and I froze, my heart almost jumping completely into my mouth. As the lights were coming towards me, I could not see anything of the type or color or shape of the vehicle. I could only pray that somehow they would miss me. They didn't. ================= I was absolutely freaking as the lights of the vehicle illuminated the alley surrounding me and I saw my own naked shadow stretch out on the newly bright ground and condo wall before me. I thought immediately about running down the alley and out onto King, and I thought momentarily about saying there and hoping they'd just pass me by and think I was a freak. I decided it was better to run and hopefully lose them if I could get to the end of the alley in time. Hopefully whoever was in the vehicle would just think I was some kind of freak and they'd put it down to one of those "only in California" experienced. I got up from my crouched position and began running as fast as I could, considering I was barefoot, stark naked, and my hands were still cuffed behind my back, towards the King Street exit to the alley. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the vehicle was almost right next to me. "Shit" I thought to myself as it quickly passed me then pulled in front of me at a slight angle, blocking my path forward. I turned to run in the opposite direction as I heard a door on the vehicle open. "Shit, shit, shit" I thought as I started to run in the opposite direction. It was only then that I realized the vehicle was a truck, a truck like Masters. "You might need this boy" shouted Master Kosugi over the truck. He had evidently driven around the block and come into the alley from the opposite side as I was freaking out and trying to decide what to do. I heard the tinkle of metal hitting the ground and saw a flash of light as I realized he had just thrown my condo key out of his truck. "You didn't really think I'd leave you out here like this all night did you?" he said in a joking tone of voice. Before I could reply to him, he drove off down the alley, stopping at the end and turning onto King Street, disappearing from me once again. I found the key fairly easily and reached my cuffed arms out to my side to pick them up. It was then I realized, I'm hand cuffed! I don't own handcuffs. How am I going to get out of these cuffs? From elated and sexually charged, to freaking at being left in the alley without my condo key, I then freaked when I thought I was about to be caught only to be elated that it was Master. I thought perhaps he'd relented and I would spend the night with him, only to see him drive away leaving me naked and alone, then to realize that I was cuffed with no way to get out of the cuffs without Master. Those brief few minutes in that alley had been a roller coaster ride of emotions and I realized I was shaking like a proverbial leaf, not so sure it was the temperature, or the cold rain pelting my naked flesh, or my bare feet standing on the cold ground, or the wind blowing over me in arctic gusts. I made my way down the alley and out onto King Street, walking the two blocks to the alley which led to the side door of my own condo building. I once again struggled to get the key into the door, handcuffed this time rather than duct taped, but finally succeeded and went upstairs to my floor. I dropped my keys as I was trying to get into my condo door and it was then that I realized there was an extra key on my key ring. Along with my house key and my mailbox key, there was a smaller key that I had not noticed before. I smiled when I realized it was the hand cuff key. I uncuffed one wrist, let myself into my condo, and re-cuffed my hands in front of me, my cock rock hard the whole time. I was elated, horny, exhausted, hungry, wet, cold, and dirty in that order. I also felt completely alone and lost in my small condo, all alone, with no-one else there. I already missed Master horribly and wanted so desperately to call him and plead to go over and stay on the floor by his bed, just to be close to him, but I knew I should not. I so desperately wanted to jerk off and shoot my own load into my mouth, but Master had not told me to. He had also not ordered me to refrain from jerking off, but I wanted to prolong my own agony of sexual arousal and excitement as long as I possibly could. I decided to shower, eat something, then go to bed. I noticed my cell phone had a number of messages on it, and when I checked I saw the last one was from Master. I listened to it immediately, both hands holding the phone as the cuffs still limited my movement, although self-imposed in front of me rather than Master imposed behind me now. "Call me to let me know you made it home ok, bitch." was all Master said, but it was in a dominant yet caring tone that made me instantly warm and giddy all over. I smiled, beamed with pleasure, and felt a warmth flow over me as I dialed his number. "Master, I'm calling to let you know I got back home Sir" I said when Master answered his phone. "Good boy, I'm glad you made it home bitch. I really had a great time using you this weekend. I hope you did too boy." His voice was kind and gentle, even sultry as he spoke to me, his Japanese accent enhancing the exotic nature of his speech. " I had a fantastic time Sir" I replied quickly, effusively, excitedly, and most certainly very honestly. " I can't wait to meet with you again Sir." Master chuckled a little as he said "Good boy, good boy, I'm glad to hear that." There was a short pause before he continued "So nothing we did to you this weekend freaked you out, or scared you, or displeased you?" he asked, sincerely and yet there was a humor and slight mocking quality to his voice. "Sir, I loved every single moment." I paused and added "Well, I was a little freaked when you took me to the leather store and got me naked in the middle of the day, but it was really hot once I was there." "You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself like the whore you truly want to be boy" replied Master. "It was hot seeing you in that situation. It was hot seeing you being fucked by my friends on Saturday evening, and being fucked like a real bitch this evening at the party. Master Haro was very happy with his going away present." "Thank you Sir" I replied, blushing at the memory of what had occurred over the weekend, and still amazed at what had happened so quickly to me. I was also rock hard and my cock was twitching incessantly as I spoke with Master and re-lived the experiences in my memory. "Shower boy, then go to bed and get a good nights sleep. Go to work tomorrow, but keep my chain around your neck and my collar around your balls. You'll keep them on for a long time while you are my bitch, and they will remind you of me at all times." He said simply, gently, yet with great significance. "I wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow Sir. I'd much rather be serving you Sir" I said in reply. "It's important that you maintain your life in general right now boy. Keep your job and your friends. Keep your regular routine when you are not with me. As time passes and we both agree you should give up more of your life, more of your time, more of your personality to me, we will do that slowly. Don't rush this process, that will diminish it and endanger it" he said with concern in his voice. " I like you and enjoy you too much to rush this process and lose you as a result. Take your time boy, understood." "Yes Sir, I understand." I said it, I meant it, and mentally I appreciated what Master had said and his sentiments and concerns, yet my heart desperately wanted to say "No, I want to give up everything and become your total slave bitch now." Of course, I did not say that, but there was a subtle tone of disappointment in my voice perhaps that Master picked up on. "Meet me tomorrow evening at 2121 Mayflower Street in Bernal Heights at 7pm. Wear only shorts, sneakers, and a jacket if it's raining. Take a taxi and walk to the back of the house when you get there. Strip naked and put your clothes into the large blue garbage can and padlock the lid closed, then knock on the back door and wait there until the door is opened. Do you understand boy?" "Yes Sir, 2121 Mayflower by taxi at 7pm. I'll be there Sir." I said quickly and excitedly. "Goodnight bitch. Get some sleep." With that the phone was hung up. I showered, grabbed something quick to eat, put the cuffs back on and decided to sleep naked on the floor next to my own bed for the evening. I fell asleep almost immediately and did not waken until 6am when my alarm clock sounded. I got up off of the floor with a raging hard-on, uncuffed my wrists, pulled on a pair of white nylon soccer shorts, a white tee shirt, sneakers, grabbed my house key, and went for a run as I normally did every morning. I left through the fire exit door to my building, my cock still rock hard and pointing straight ahead, tenting our my shorts. I would normally have been extremely self-conscious about this, but today I wanted everyone to see me, to see my hard cock, to see my chain collar and padlock, to know that I had the honor of being owned by a Japanese god. It was raining, of course, and cold when I began my run along the Embarkadero. By the time I reached my normal turnaround point, my tee-shirt and shorts were soaked through and sticking to my body, revealing the flesh clearly that the material stuck to underneath. This only enhanced my excitement and my cock bounced more than ever with the thick steel ball collar that was locked around my balls. My cock bounced up and down, left to right with a life almost of it's own as I ran, and with the rubbing of the nylon material of the shorts, and the rain causing the material to stick to me flesh, I honestly thought I was going to cum without ever touching my cock. I ran by a number of regular joggers I would see running at this time, but noticed a few shocked stares as well as one or two broad smiles as I passed these regulars that I would normally only acknowledge with the briefest of glances as we passed each other in our mutual runs. I was elated every time I was noticed, and every time I was certain someone's eyes dropped to my hard cock as it bounced inside my almost transparent nylon shorts. About four miles from my condo, my horniness totally got the better of me and I pulled off my tee shirt, not without difficulty as it was quite literally sticking to my skin. Now almost completely naked once again in public, I dropped my shirt into the first garbage can I ran by. I was so excited and horny at that the moment of self-stripping in public. I was basically embarrassing myself, now topless with my chain collar and padlock clearly visible against my naked, wet, white flesh for anyone and everyone to see. I was marking myself to any in the know as a slave bitch who was owned and controlled by another man, and I felt so fucking hot by doing it. If it ever could, my cock seemed to get even harder, to stand out even further, to become much more obviously tented in my straining transparent white shorts as I ran, the eyes of most oblivious to me, but the stare of a few turning me on even more as I ran by them. I got back to my condo fire exit door, stripped my shorts and sneakers off and went up to my floor. I had already opened the exit door leading to my corridor and was just about to step out into the corridor when I heard a condo door open just a few feet away from me. One of my neighbors going to work. I ducked back into the exit landing, willing the exit door to close quickly so that I could run up the next flight of stairs, just in case my neighbor decided to use the fire exit stairs to leave the building. The door swung ever so slowly closed, at least in my heightened state of fear, my heart beating so loudly I could hear it in my ears. Finally closed far enough, I darted past it and up the next flight of stairs, breathing heavily more with the adrenalin coursing through my veins than the exertion. I contemplated putting my sneakers and shorts back on to get to my condo, but resisted the strong temptation to do so and stood naked on the next fire exit landing for five minutes or so, listening intently at that door, before going back down to my own landing and creaking the door open to check out the corridor. All clear. I walked slowly down the corridor, resisting the voice in the back of my head screaming "run, you're going to get caught any second. Run you fool, run." I got into my condo, and immediately jerked off and blew and enormous load all over myself, licking and scooping up every drop from my chest, abs, and face before a wave of guilt swept over me. I had wanted to refrain from jerking off until Master ordered me to or until he jerked me off himself. I just couldn't wait, I was so horny, but I did feel bad. I showered without drying myself, ate breakfast, then dressed and left for work at 8:30am for the longest work day of my entire life. I could not focus at all on what I was supposed to be doing. My thoughts constantly returning to the weekend events. To Master Kosugi. To my sudden and quite remarkable descent into slutty depravity. To my total submission to another man, and his total use of me as a whore for his friends, entertainment and pleasure. To the thought of who else was seeing my submission and use through the pictures and video they had taken of me in their network of friends. I had almost stripped myself completely naked in public this morning on my run, and I thoroughly enjoyed it and secretly wished that someone had come up to me on that run and ripped my shorts off me, leaving me naked with no option, in public. I knew my life had changed forever. What had been simple flights of fantasy and imagination had actually become something of a reality and a possibility. I was not kidnapped, forced into slavery, raped by gangs of thugs, or tortured unmercifully as my fantasies often roamed to, but damn, this reality I had found with Master Kosugi was ten thousand times better than those fantasies. It was real, he was real, and I had truly become a slutty fucking whore of a bitch in less than five days to him. He had totally dominated my life, my thoughts, my passions, my desires, my expectations, my hopes, my everything. I was his! I left work at 4pm and went straight home. I had no idea what the evening would hold for me, so I decided not to eat. I showered, cleaned myself out, and took more than an hour to decide what shorts and which jacket to wear to meet Master where he had told me to. I finally decided to wear the same shorts I had worn for my run this morning as they still held excitement for me in that they became so quickly transparent in the rain earlier in the day. I choose a thin nylon rain jacket to wear on top as directed and an old pair of running sneakers which had seen better days. I pulled $40 from my wallet to cover the cab fare and called Yellow Cab, my stomach doing flips and my shorts already tenting as I imagined what this evening may hold in store for me. I got the call from the cab company and went down to jump into the cab, using elevator to get to the reception hallway then running out in the light rain that was falling and jumping into the back seat of the taxi. I was conscious the whole way from the front door of my building to the taxi that my cock was tenting out the front of my shorts and bouncing suggestively as I ran. "2121 Mayflower please" I said to the driver who seemed to be completely ignoring me as he pulled away. The trip took about 30 minutes with rush hour traffic to contend with, and as I looked out at the traffic and pedestrians I realized my cock was twitching and my asshole was clenching in anticipation of what was to come. I found myself stroking my cock or playing with my neck or ball collar, stroking them or rolling them around under my fingers. I noticed the drivers eyes catch my own a few times in the mirror when I did this. He said nothing, yet I felt embarrassed at being caught doing something I somehow perceived to be wrong, and yet, I didn't stop doing it. The car pulled up at a large detached house surrounded on either side by trees with a large vacant lot directly opposite it. I gave the driver the $40, stepped out of the cab and began walking down the path that led to the side of the house. I glanced back and noticed the taxi driver watching me as I turned the corner and disappeared from his view. My stomach was doing flips as I reached the back of the house and the fairly large spacious garden which only had grass and a few trees at the very end of the garden, however just beyond the trees was a hurricane fence, and about thirty yards beyond that was highway 280, with vehicles driving in both direction. It was night, and it was dark and rainy, but it still felt scary to think I would strip naked and stand here in the back yard of a strange house in view of the freeway. The garden was dark until I approached the back door. Suddenly I was blinded by light and at first I thought someone had turned on a flashlight and aimed it directly at my face, but as my eyes adjusted I realized they were floodlights high above the back door. I spotted the blue square garbage can with the open padlock hanging on it and I opened the lid. It was completely empty inside. This was it. I looked back to the freeway, certain that anyone who wished to would be able to see me clearly in this bright light. My only consolation, most people would hopefully be driving too fast, or concentrating too much to really notice me...I hoped. As I contemplated this for a few moments the lights went out. I turned back towards the door to the house, and the lights re-activated again. They were on motion sensors. I waited for a few moments until they went off once more and unzipped my jacket without the lights coming on, but the moment I tried to take it off I created too much movement and the lights blazed back to life. I threw my jacket and sneakers into the garbage can, closed the lid and waited for the lights to go out once more. Once they had I moved as slowly as I could to push my shorts down my thighs to the ground. I stepped carefully and slowly out of them but as I tried to bend down to pick them up, the lights blazed back to life once again, exposing me fully naked with my back to the highway. I quickly grabbed the shorts, threw them in the garbage can, snapped on the padlock, knocked on the back door three times, then stood facing the door, spreading my legs wide, putting my hands behind my head, and looking down to the ground. The lights seemed to stay on forever as the rain continued to fall, soaking me entirely, before they finally blinked out leaving me in anonymous darkness. I had noticed some lights on in the front of the house when I arrived, but none appeared to be on in the back of the house. I waited, shivering, feeling the rain run down my chest, back, and legs. Water dripping off my nose, elbows and still hard cock. My feet were cold on the wet muddy grass as I stood and without thinking I shook my head slightly to shake some water from my hair, and the lights blazed on illuminating my transgression and exposing me to the highway traffic once again. "Shit" I thought to myself, and I tried to freeze figuratively, even as I was beginning to freeze quite literally. That irony was not lost on me as I stood stark naked in wet grass, barefoot as the rain and wind assaulted my gooseflesh skin, visible to countless people driving by if they chose to look in my direction. The lights finally went out again, and I began to worry that I had gotten the wrong address. Had Master said 1212 or 2121 or 1221 or some other combination. No, that couldn't be correct as the garbage can was here with the padlock, but it did look like many other garbage cans that anyone might have in their back yard. I was seriously beginning to doubt myself as I stood shivering, my arms becoming tired, fearing that I was standing in a complete strangers back yard like some freak, naked and stupid. I had no watch, so no idea what time it was. I knew I had been there for at least ten minutes or so, but no idea how long in reality. What would I do if Master didn't turn up, What if he was delayed, or had gotten in an accident coming over here? How long should I wait before I tried to break into the garbage can to retrieve my clothes? I'll wait a little longer I kept saying to myself, but I was getting increasingly worried when the lights came on again. "Shit" I thought, "I didn't move a muscle, other than shivering." I looked toward the light source and realized it was not the floodlights but a light directly above the back door that had come on. My fears that I had come to the wrong address, that I was about to be caught by someone who would like I was some deviant freak, that I might be minutes away from being arrested or having to run away stark naked to try to escape. I was gripped by a mind numbing fear as I heard the door unlock and creak as it opened quickly. There were no lights on in the house at the back and the light outside of the door was essentially blinding me, so I had no idea who was in the doorway. I shook, from cold, wet, and fear as I waited for the inevitable " who the FUCK are you." Instead I heard a familiar giggle. "Sorry to keep you waiting boy. I was busy packing" said Master Haro from the dry, warmth of the house. "Come in." Keeping my hands behind my head, I stepped up on the single concrete step that led to the doorway and inside what turned out to be a pretty big kitchen. I had to turn sideways to get through the doorway with my arms still behind my head. I took a few steps inside the kitchen on the tiled floor and stopped as I heard Master Haro close the door behind me. "Drop your hands and follow me boy" he said as he passed me slapping me lightly on the ass. I followed Master Haro through to the next room which was lit and had a television tuned to a news program. As I entered the room I immediately noticed two dark skinned Asian guys sitting watching the television. Their eyes immediately flashed to me as I walked, hands by my side through the room, following Master Haro as ordered. They didn't say a word, but their eyes followed me the whole time until I exited the room. I followed Master Haro up stairs and into a bedroom where Master Kosugi was closing a suitcase latch as I entered. He looked up and smiled at me. "Grab these boy, and follow me" Master Kosugi said, pointing to the two suitcases lying on the bed. I moved forward, grabbed the suitcases and pulled them off the bed. They were heavy, but not impossibly so. I followed both Masters back down the stairs, but instead of going back into the room with the television, we turned the opposite way and went through a door that led outside once again. I looked to the right and saw the street and the house opposite at the end of the relatively short driveway. I was somewhat shielded by holding up the suitcases as I carried them, but still, I was once again stark naked in public under Master's control. Masters truck was parked in the driveway, nose in and tail pointing towards the street. Of course, I followed him to the back of the truck and waited until he opened the tailgate and camper hatch. "Put them beside the cage boy, and get in yourself." I lifted the two cases into the truck, then jumped up quickly myself and climbed into the cage. Master Kosugi waved me forward toward him as he stood in the shelter of the camper shell hatch, and I crawled forward to him. He grabbed my tenderly by my head and gave me a sensuous deep tongue kiss on my lips for a long time. As he was kissing me I heard a car pass up the street, the tires hissing as they pushed water away from the road. Master did not flinch as he continued to kiss me. He finally pulled away with a smile on his face as he pushed me playfully backwards into the cold steel cage. "It's good to see you boy." He padlocked the cage, closed the tailgate and disappeared back into the house. I stayed there alone, in the dark, sitting naked in the cage with my gaze fixed on the door to the house, waiting for Master to show up there. It took some time, but eventually he and Master Haro appeared once more, as well as the other two Asian men. They all kissed and hugged for a few moments, then Masters Kosugi and Haro got into the front of the truck, we backed out of the driveway, and we were off. I knelt in the cage, hands gripping the bars facing forward through the windows at the back of the cab which were closed right now, and watched as we navigated the neighborhood streets, got onto the freeway, and exited at San Francisco Airport, parking in the short term parking multi-story lot. Master Kosugi had backed into the parking space, right next to the wall on one side of one floor of the parking structure. Both Masters got out and opened the back of the truck. Master Kosugi unlocked the cage, swung the door open and said "Out boy" pointing to the ground next to him. This was a very public place, with quite a few cars parked around us, and I'd just been ordered out of the relative shelter of the truck to stand stark naked at the back of the truck in a public place. I hesitated, my eyes widening and my head turning to either side of the truck to see if anyone was present. Master Kosugi reached in and grabbed my chain collar tugging me forward towards the tail gate forcefully, but not aggressively. "I said out boy" he said matter of factly as I was pulled to the edge of the tailgate and forced to jump down, my bare feet landing on the rough concrete slab with a slapping sound as they rain had accumulated by the back of the truck. "Get the cases out" Master Kosugi ordered and I reached in, grabbing the first case and pulling it out to the edge of the tailgate, then reaching and repeating the process with the second case. My cock was rock hard, despite the rain and wind still hitting me From outside the parking structure, through the open walls. Master Kosugi reached into a plastic bag and pulled out the flip flops I had worn so long ago that he had kept. He dropped them on the ground in front of me. He then pulled out my basketball shorts from that first meeting, yet something was different about them. He handed them to me and told me to put them on, and it was as I grabbed the waistband and they unfolded that I realized the legs of the shorts had been cut off just about two inches below the crotch seam. As I pulled them up, they seemed obscenely short to me and my engorged cock tenting out the very loose material did not help matters much. Master Kosugi then retrieved my basketball tank top and handed it to me. Like my shorts, it had been cut just below my pecs, leaving all of my abs exposed. "Put on your flip flops, grab the cases and follow us" Master Kosugi said, beaming with satisfaction as his eyes roved all over the obvious slutty whore he had just created in this parking area. I followed the two Masters, carrying both suitcases and feeling extremely self-conscious about my lack of covering on such a cold and wet winters evening in such a public place. True, it was later in the evening, but still, San Francisco International was a very public and pretty busy place. We entered the elevator to go down to the level on which the walkway provided access to the terminals. The Masters chatted in Japanese, completely ignoring me, even as the elevator doors opened on our level and a man and woman in their late forties moved aside and stared in apparent confusion on seeing me struggle out and follow the Masters. We passed several more people on the walkway into the terminal building, all who seemed to give the same confused then disgusted look. The Masters seemed entirely oblivious to this as we entered the terminal and made out way to the counter for Master Haro to check in. Inevitably there was a long line, but to my surprise Master Haro walked up to the first class check in, with Master Kosugi next to him and me following closely behind. I could not bring myself to look at the people in the normal check in line. I felt as though it would actually have been better if Master had checked in with the regular line, as the number of people may have hidden me somewhat and relieved some of my embarrassment. Here in the first class check in line however, there were so few people immediately around us that I felt as though a spotlight had been shone on me and the eyes of every single person in the airport were upon me. The check in person at the counter was a very cute, young, Filipino guy who's eyes kept wandering to me and most especially to my bulge and to my abs. When Master Haro told me to place the cases on the scale by the side of the counter the check in clerk commented to Master Haro, not me, "Very nice. I like the shorts. Perhaps they could have been just an inch or two shorter, no?" and he laughed a little as Master Haro agreed and giggled familiarly. The first case was labeled and removed to the conveyor belt and I started to lift the second case when the edge of it caught the leg of my shorts. As I lifted it up the short six inches or so onto the scale, my hard cock popped out of my shorts leg, clearly visible to the check in guy. I dropped the case on the scale and quickly re-adjusted, pushing my throbbing cock back under the scant cover provided by the now cannibalized shorts, my face burning with embarrassment. Fortunately I had been turned away from the majority of the people in the other check in line, so they did not really see anything, but the check in clerk most certainly did. "Oh my, so big and beautiful" he had said quickly as my cock had popped out. " I love your jewelry. You should show that in public more often." It took a moment for me to realized he meant the stainless steel ball stretcher that was around my ball sack. The case was on the scale so I backed away a few steps behind Master Kosugi, keeping my back to majority of people in the other line. I kept my head down, looking at my flip flops, not wanting to look anywhere beyond to see the disapproving stares of everyone else around me in the airport on that evening, but sure they were there. Check in complete, we started to move away to the security checkpoint for the domestic gates as Master Haro was making a stop over in New York before returning to Japan. Before going through he hugged Master Kosugi and they bowed to each other most respectfully. He then turned to me, pulled me to him by my chain collar, and deep tongue kissed me for what must have been thirty seconds, right in the middle of the airport. I was absolutely mortified, embarrassed, and very uncomfortable, and at the same time, excited and enjoying just how aggressive and confident these Masters were in public. Master Haro whispered into my ear "Be a good boy for Kosugi. He will teach you much. I look forward to using you again soon." With that he turned and left, walking casually toward his gate. "Come boy" said Master Kosugi turning and walking back through the airport at a fast pace, with me following two or three steps behind, trying to keep up without losing one of my flip-flops in the process. I kept my eyes on Master Kosugi the whole time, ignoring everyone else around me. We reached the elevator, went up to our parking level, and Master Kosugi opened the back of the truck once more. He snapped his fingers staring intently at me, and I pulled of the skimpy tank top, shucked my shorts and flip flops off, and handed the scanty bundle to him before spreading my legs wide and putting my hands behind my back. I stood there, stark naked and barefoot as the wind and rain hit me as Master put the clothes back into the plastic bag and threw the back far into the back of the truck. Master snapped his fingers and pointed to the cage, and I quickly scrambled in, hearing the steel cage door slam shut a moment after I was inside and the padlock click shut. Back on the highway, stark naked in the steel cage in the back of Masters truck heading back into San Francisco, the wind whistling in through the camper shell chilling me and keeping my flesh goosebumped, I looked out of the smoke colored windows of the camper shell and marveled at the fact that no-one in the cars around us realized such a slutty, naked, bitch, whore was locked in a steel cage ready to do whatever bidding Master Kosugi had in store for me. I was his, completely, and the more I met him, the more I submitted, the more outrageous and embarrassing and humiliating the situations seemed to become, the more I wanted, needed, even craved for more. What had happened to me? I wasn't sure, but I was sure of one thing. I wanted this to continue for a long time to come. --End I would love feedback on this story, (or to hear from you if you are a dominant Asian Master lol ) at GWMSUB4DOMGAM@yahoo.com.