Date: Sun, 11 May 2008 16:13:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com
Subject: SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM  MASTER  III

SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER III

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM

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"That was fucking hot tonight bitch. Call me to let me know you made it
home in one piece."  I smiled and immediately dialed his number.

"Hi bitch, you made it home safely" he asked.

"Yes sir, I'm home in one piece" I replied

"Pity, so my friends must have missed you then huh" he said almost
laughing, clearly kidding.

"Yes sir, but the local garbage men almost caught me" I said.

"You can tell me about it all this weekend. Get some sleep bitch and this
weekend I'm going to introduce you to some of my buddies" and with that he
hung up the phone. I jerked off yet again at the idea of what might happen
on the weekend, and blew a load into my hand, which I then lapped up
imagining he telling me to do just that.

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I didn't hear from him all day Thursday, but he was on my mind the whole
time. I went to my daytime work as an IT programmer for an oil company that
had a major office in San Francisco, and sat fantasizing almost the whole
day about Master , about what happened the day before and in the early
hours of that morning and I couldn't wait for more. I checked my own e-mail
every fifteen minutes in the hope that he would think about me and send me
an e-mail to give me orders for the weekend. I checked and re-checked my
cell phone even more frequently just in case he had called and I'd missed
it. I was fairly useless that day, unless one of my work colleagues was
literally in my office to ask me a question. I usually ate lunch at a local
restaurant in down town, but today I grabbed a taxi, when home, stripped
the moment I got home, and jerked off just thinking about the night before
and fantasizing about what may happen this weekend.

I so badly wanted to call him, or e-mail him, and yet I also did not want
to seem pushy, or too needy, or appear to be stalking him -- thought that
is precisely what I wanted to do. I wanted to know everything about him. I
wanted to know when he got up in the morning, what he ate, where he worked,
what he liked, what his fantasies were, what he really wanted to do with
me. So many questions, so much uncertainty, so much desire and
infatuation. The feely was heady, intoxicating, and thoroughly mind
blowing.

I went back to work without eating that day. I just didn't care about
lunch. The only thing on my mind was Master . His gorgeous dark eyes, his
beautiful and smooth light brown skin, his spiky jet black hair, his
beautiful large nipples, the soft hair in his armpits, the amazing ridges
of his six pack, the plush straight black pubic hair that caressed his
gorgeous cock, his muscular legs, his, his, his...everything was exactly as
it would be if he was my fantasy.  he WAS my fantasy, he was everything I
had ever hoped for, how could I have been so lucky. Why me?  he was so
perfect, what did he see in me?

I left work at the usual time that evening having accomplished very little
that I was supposed to that day, but I honestly didn't care. All that
mattered was Master. I had decided to send him an e-mail to let him know
how much I had enjoyed meeting him and all that he had done to me. I
figured an e-mail was not too pushy, and it would allow him time to read it
and to choose how and when he wanted to reply.  I rushed home by taxi,
impatient to get home and compose the e-mail. I stripped naked the moment I
got home, dropping my clothes where I pulled them off as I made my way to
my computer. My cock was already rock hard and dripping as I turned on the
computer and sat down to compose the e-mail.

"Sir

Thank you so much for yesterday. When I answered your Craigslist post I had
no expectation that I would meet someone as gorgeous, amazing, and
intriguing as you. Your post only looked for a quick and anonymous fuck,
and that was all I expected, but you have looked deep into my soul and lit
a fire of desire that I have hidden and harbored for a very long time. I
don't know how you knew what to do, what to demand, what to take from me,
but I LOVE everything and I look forward to more.

I cannot believe that in less than 24 hours I fulfilled so many fantasies
that I previously never believed I would have a chance to encounter, and
you pushed me further than I would have gone normally. I still cannot
believe that you forced me to get home last night completely stark naked in
public. So scary, so incredibly hot.

I hope you have time this weekend so that we can meet as you suggested last
night. I have been thinking about it all day.

Hoping to see you again soon,

Jay"

I sent the e-mail and realized I was starving, so I made myself something
to eat, but as I was cooking I returned to my e-mail every ten minutes or
so to see if he had responded yet. I sent my e-mail at about 6:30pm. I was
so anxious for the reply, I was almost annoyed when I would receive spam
messages or e-mail from friends. I tried to watch some t.v. but really
couldn't concentrate. I thought about going our for a run, but immediately
discarded the idea as I might miss he 's reply. I began fantasizing and
jerking off sitting in front of the computer screen waiting for his reply
and listening occasionally to the t.v. in the background. My cock was
actually sore when I received the reply I had been desperate for at 11:24pm
from he . I was so nervous that just maybe, he would not feel the same way
about me, that he would not want to meet me again, that perhaps he had
already used me for what he wanted and would want new and fresher meat for
his next conquest. I hesitated with my heart pounding in my chest and
almost had a feeling of nausea as I clicked on that e-mail to open it.

"Hi Bitch

I really enjoyed using you yesterday too. You really were one fucking
whore, swallowing my loads, drinking my piss, licking up my spit, and
licking my sweaty, smelly ass. Fuck, you even let me leave you naked in
public to go home and didn't complain or argue. You are my kind of slutty
whore dude...and I want to use you much more, in many more ways than I have
already.

I'm sending you some pictures of my friends who will be coming for dinner
on Saturday evening. I want you here on Friday night. I'll fuck you and use
you and leave you in my storage room until I need you next day. Then you'll
help me prepare and serve and entertain my friends. You will be naked the
whole time, and I will let my friends fuck you if they want to. They will
want to. They'll probe every hole you have, they'll fuck you at both ends
and you will drink their cum while I enjoy watching my whoring slutty white
bitch do what I tell you to do.

If you are into this, send me an e-mail and tell me when you can be at my
place. Tell me when you need to be back home and I'll make sure you get
there. You may be naked, you may be cold, you may be dirty, you may be
sore, but I promise you'll get home in one piece when you need to.

Let me know bitch -- and I like that you call me Sir...you can keep that
up from now on.

KS"

Shit, he wants to let his friends gang bang me while he watches. I got even
harder than before hand if that was possible, and clicked on the links with
the pictures of his friends to see who would see me naked and submissive,
and who would get to use me as a fuck toy as they wanted. The first picture
was of three Japanese guys in Fundoshi's and nothing else other than flip
flops. All were slim, toned, smiling, hot as hell.  The second picture
showed two of the same guys around a table in a restaurant and included
three other guys. I wasn't sure if the others were Japanese or not, but
they were cute and probably not older than 35.  I didn't know which of
these guys would be at he s on Saturday evening, but I definitely got so
turned on by the thought of these guys ganging up on me and fucking me that
I started to jerk off imagining what the evening would involve. I stroked
three or four times before I realized I should reply to he immediately.  I
began typing immediately.

"Sir:

I love the idea of serving your friends and you on Saturday. I can't wait!

I finish work at 3pm on Friday and will be home by 4pm. I need to be at
work by 8am on Monday morning, so I need to be home by 6am to get ready.

I will report to you whenever you command me to -- and I'll wear whatever
you order me to, or not J

Respectfully,

your slutty white bitch boy"

I sent the message and within a minute my cell phone rang and I knew it was
Master. I almost dropped it in my haste to confirm it was him on the other
end and to answer it.

"Hi Sir" I said.  "Hi bitch. So you're ok with being naked and used by my
friends. Are you sure?" he asked with a definite tone of friendship and
concern in his voice. This made me feel so warm, so elated, so wanted.
"It's been a fantasy of mine for a long, long time sir. I feel so safe
under your control. I trust you" I responded.  "Good bitch, good. You are
one fucking hot white boy dude. I didn't expect to find a whore like you
but I'm so happy that you came yesterday, and came back last night. I
thought about you all day and about what I want to do with you this
weekend. I think you'll really enjoy yourself. I KNOW I will" "I can't wait
sir" I said almost interrupting him.  "O.k. bitch, O.k." he replied
laughing. "Glad to hear that. So, be at the door at 9pm on Friday. Wear the
same as you did for our first date. I'll keep you until Monday morning, so
be prepared for a long weekend of bitch work."

I was about to say YES SIR, but before I could he hung up and I was left
jerking off to the dial tone. I blew an enormous load and jerked off three
times that night as I just couldn't seem to get to sleep. Friday came and I
called in sick to work. I just couldn't think of anything else but seeing
him later in the evening and the day could not go by fast enough. It was a
rainy and windy day again, just like the first day I met he . I was
climbing the walls waiting for noon to arrive. I had gotten out of bed and
stayed naked all morning. I threw on a pair of white nylon shorts and a
white tank top and actually left my condo to go for a jog in the rain, hard
at the thought that they would become see through a few minutes after they
got wet, but I chickened out and changed to darker shorts. I ran for about
an hour, getting totally soaked but feeling so good with the water
caressing my back and legs, and the wind blowing my shorts around my
legs. I got home, entered through the side fire exit and in a moment of
remorse for not braving the white nylon shorts on my run, I peeled off my
shirt and pulled down my shorts and underwear to my knees once the fire
door closed behind me. My cock was pointing the way as I began to make my
way upstairs to my floor. I reached the door to my floor and for a moment
contemplated leaving the fire well and walking by the 11 other condos, the
two elevators, and the garbage room to reach my own condo door, with my
shorts and underwear by my knees, my soggy t-shirt in my hand, and my hard
cock leaking pre-cum onto the hall carpet. Again I chickened out, but I
kept my t-shirt off as I made my way along the hall.

I got home, showered, ate, sat down to watch a little t.v. and fell
asleep. I was exhausted from a couple of nights of no real sleep. I woke at
7:30pm and started preparing for my weekend. I showered, douched, trimmed
my pubic hair, brushed my teeth, trimmed my armpit hair, and forced myself
not to jerk off, while my cock ached for relief. It took me nine or ten
attempts to finally decide which shorts and t-shirt I would wear. I choose
the nylon shorts I chickened out of earlier in the afternoon, and a white
mesh basketball tank top. It was dark, wet, windy, and cold outside when I
stepped out of the fire exit door to my building at 8:40pm. I jogged over
to Masters condo, taking my time to get there to allow my shorts to get
totally wet. I passed quite a few people on King Street who paid little
attention to me until I stopped at the first street I had to cross at the
red light. My cock was hard, tenting the front of my shorts, and the nylon
had molded around my uncut shaft showing everything clearly. I rubbed it
involuntarily a couple of times, and then self-consciously pulled the
material away from my cock and released it. It was then that I noticed a
black guy across the street staring straight at me with a smile on his
face.  he was under an umbrella, and I couldn't make out much of his
expression, but I just knew he was staring at me, at my crotch.

The light changed and I began to run across. As I approached him he said
very loudly "Nice shorts dude" with a huge smile on his face. If it hadn't
been so dark and wet and dreary, he would undoubtedly have seen me blush. I
could not think of anything to respond to him and kept running. I looked
behind me when I reached the opposite side and he was still standing in the
same place staring at me. I smiled my biggest "thank you" smile, and ran on
toward the alley leading to Master. I was becoming a whore in reality,
seeking out opportunities to show my body to anyone who wanted to see it,
and it was HOT!

I reached the door and realized it was closed and locked. The rain was
coming down fairly consistently and my hair was already matted to my
head. I shivered as a gust of wind blew down the alley and wondered whether
I should go through with this or not. I began to get nervous about Masters
friends and what they would do to me. Would I really be ok serving these
guys naked. I was fighting with my own emotions when the fire door clicked
and swung open. My heart skipped a beat, my throat dried up instantly, I
took in a sharp breath of anticipation, and I completely forgot about the
rain, cold, and wind. My eyes swung to the door and there was my gorgeous
god standing there with the broadest most beautiful smile anyone has ever
seen. All doubts, all fears, all thoughts of backing out disappeared in an
instant. I smiled and bowed my head instantly embarrassed by my readiness
and willingness to whore myself to any degree desired by this relative
stranger to me.

Master laughed for a moment. "You're eager huh bitch. Good boy. In" he said
as he nodded me into the doorway.  I stepped out of the rain and into the
fire exit hallway that seemed so familiar to me now. "Key" he commanded,
and I quickly handed him my condo key. "Nice shorts bitch. You showed off
you dick to everyone out there huh," he didn't wait for a reply from
me. "Hot. What a fucking whore you are becoming." he pushed his right hand
inside the waistband of my shorts and grabbed my cock and balls in a tight
grip that made me wince and grunt and in what was now a very familiar walk,
be dragged me down the stairs and along the corridor to his storage room.
he was dressed in a blue Cal t-shirt, blue and gold Cal shorts, and flip
flops. I marveled as his beautiful golden skin, the muscles on his arms and
in his powerful legs as he strode purposefully down the stairs with me in
tow. I loved his spiky black hair. I was drooling by the time he opened the
door, flipped on the light, and pulled me into the small room by my cock
and balls.  he slammed the door, slammed me back against the door, grabbed
a handful of my hair and aggressively began driving is tongue deep into my
mouth, sucking my tongue into his and biting and chewing on it, all the
while as his other hand was squeezing my balls, stroking my cock, ranging
over my abs, twisting my nipples, and reaching around occasionally to
squeeze my ass cheeks.  he seemed lost in an aggressive explosion of
passion and domination, and I willingly submitted to his every grope,
probe, twist of my flesh, and squeezing of my balls. I moaned and he made
almost animalistic sounds of pleasure as he used by body as his
plaything. My hands remained by my side the whole time, something I
instinctively knew to do despite my desperate desire to explore, fondle,
and caress he s hot and muscular body.

After what seemed like days, but was likely closer to fifteen minutes or
so, he pulled his mouth from mine and we both panted to recover our breath.
He had a knowing, comforting smile on his face and his gaze seemed to
penetrate my very soul to see my longing and complete desire to submit
fully to anything he wished to do to me. "What a fucking slutty whore you
really are bitch" he said, still gripping my hair with one hand to hold the
back of my head against the storage room door. His other hand flashed up
and slapped me hard, first on the left, then the right, then the left, then
again on the right side of my face. I closed my eyes as the first slap
turned my head and kept them closed as he slapped me, but I felt my cock
surge, straining at the thin fabric of my nylon shorts, and I felt the
warmth of his muscular leg pressed against my groin.  He took the hand that
slapped me and grabbed my lower jaw, aggressively turning my head forward
to face him and pulling my mouth open.  He spat straight into my mouth, and
observed me for a moment, smiling and looking straight into my eyes. I was
hypnotized by his gaze, his power, his control over me and was transfixed
in a lustful gaze back.  He moved his head quickly forward and drove his
tongue deep into my mouth, scooping out his spit and some of mine before
pulling back and spitting it back at me again, only a larger quantity this
time as he added more of his own spit to the wonderful mix. Some went into
my mouth while some landed on my nose, cheek, and chin.

"You fucking love drinking my spit, don't you bitch" he said launching
another load of spit into my face. I tried to swallow what was in my mouth
in order to say yes sir, but his hold on my jaw made it difficult to
swallow, so instead I moaned an almost unintelligible "Yee urr."  "Fuck
yeah you love it bitch, you drink all of my fluids you whore" he said as he
continued to spit into my mouth and over my face, neck and shoulders. With
my head pulled back and my lower jaw pulled open, it made a perfect
receptacle to receive his spit, and I was collecting quite a mouthful when
he closed my jaw and said "Swallow me bitch, swallow my spit." I gulped
twice to get the load down my throat, closing my eyes and I did. I felt him
release my jaw and hair as his hands drifted down my neck and chest to my
nipples.  He grasped each one and viciously pulled them out towards himself
then twisted them outward in opposite directions. I gasped and opened my
mouth wide as I did so.  He smiled broadly and almost chuckled as he said
"Good bitch, you swallowed it all down. I'm going to have so much fucking
fun with you this weekend."

He let go of my nipples and took his left hand, placing it over my mouth
and forcing my head back against the door once again.  He then moved his
head forward so that our noses literally touched and he looked deeply into
my eyes, but there was such desire, such passion, such love in them that I
was captivated and fixated by him. I would normally have looked away in
embarrassment or shame if anyone else had done this to me, but with he , I
WANTED this closeness, I wanted him to consume me, I wanted him to own my
very soul.  he stayed like that for quite a while just looking straight
into my very being, then gently and lovingly he said "We're going to do a
lot of things this weekend. Some are fantasies I've always wanted to do
with someone but never had the chance to until you came along. I'm going to
push your limits but I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I know I am
going to. If you don't like anything, or don't want to do something then
let me know by saying boundary sir. I want us both to enjoy what we have
here. If you are gagged and can't talk, blink your eyes three times
quickly, the pause then three times quickly again. I'll be watching for
that sign as we play. If you don't say boundary or blink, I'll keep
enjoying myself. I promise you" He paused and gently stroked my hair with
his other hand "You'll be safe at all times and I won't let anyone else
harm you. You are my slutty fucking white bitch boy toy and I don't want
you damaged" he said with a laugh but with sincerity "ok?"

He kept his hand over my mouth and kept stroking my hair, but I said yes
with my eyes and nodded my head slightly in agreement with him. "Fucking
outstanding" he said with a broad, excited smile that melted me completely
and bonded me to him for eternity in that very moment. I would do
absolutely anything to see that smile again. "You are mine for this whole
weekend bitch, to do with as I please" he said, pausing for
emphasis. "You're going to be naked the whole time" he said, and my cock
twitched and he pushed his thigh into my groin to put pressure on my balls
in response. "You're going to do whatever I want, wherever I want, whenever
I want" and my cock twitched and began to leak pre-cum.  He continued to
rub my crotch with his thigh. "You're going to entertain my friends
tomorrow night, and you'll be stark fucking naked when you do it." Again my
cock twitched and he ground and rubbed with his thigh.  "Yeah bitch, my
friends like using and abusing a white whore bitch and they're gonna love
gang fucking you. They've already seen your pictures from last night." I
thought I was going to cum right then and there. The pictures he had taken
of me naked and bound had already been sent to these strangers whom I'd
never met before. They had seen my submission and every part of my naked
body. "They can't wait to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow night." My
hands were clenched in tight fists, resisting the incredible urge to grab
my pulsating cock and stroke it to explosion at the thought of what was
going to happen, but I resisted somehow.

"So let's get you fucking naked bitch" he finally said after a few moments
of simply observing me and letting the gang fuck information sink in
fully. Still covering my mouth closed with his left hand and staring deep
into my eyes, be brought up a large, very sharp, very mean looking hunting
knife with his right hand and brought in front of my eyes to let me see it
before resting it gently on my left cheek and slowly drawing it down to my
throat. My eyes widened as I saw the blade, but his gaze was so loving that
the moment of fear on seeing the blade passes almost instantaneously, to be
replaced with expectation. I felt the blade edge slide down the skin of my
throat and along my collar bone until it reached the material of my tank
top in the center of the collar. It then slipped inside the collar and I
felt the cold steel against my chest. I felt the material of my tank top
pulled out as the blade easily cut through the material he was staring into
my eyes the whole time as the blade made its way down the material of my
top. As he reached the bottom hem, he had to tug a few times to
successfully breach the thicker material, but the top eventually parted and
slid sway to reveal my chest and abs. I felt the cutting edge of the blade
turn into my flesh and gently begin to run up the ridges of my abs, over my
right pec, over my right nipple, and up until it found the shoulder strap
of my tank top. One handed, it was a little harder for he to cut this
thicker material, so he removed his had from my mouth, grasped the material
and quickly sliced it through. My tank top slipped from my shoulders held
now only by the right shoulder strap which he equally quickly cut through.

He brought the cutting edge of the blade down my chest and ran it over my
nipples a few times, making them rock hard. The feeling of the blade
scraping over my skin, the inherent danger it presented and yet the sexual
ecstasy it created was intense.  he ran the blade down my abs again to the
waistband of my shorts. His eyes for the first time dropped from holding my
gaze and he slapped my rock hard cock with the flat edge of the blade
hard. The suddenness made me jump and gasp, at which he just giggled a
little . he roughly grabbed the left leg of my shorts, pulled the material
up to meet the waistband and slid the blade under the bundled material. In
an instant the material was separated by the blade and his hand flashed to
the other leg of my shorts. This time he grabbed the material from the
waistband and pulling it away from my skin, slid the blade quickly down the
length of material. My shorts fell to the floor. His left hand then
returned and he grabbed my balls and pulled them down and out towards him,
causing me to wince in pain and lift up onto my tip toes. he slipped the
blade behind my balls and I froze. he pulled up higher on my balls, lifting
me further up onto my toes and forcing me to balance myself with my hands
on the door behind me. His smile increased as I began to sweat a little and
struggled to keep my balance. Every now and again he would allow me to
relax a little and slide down an inch or two before re-squeezing my balls
and pulling me back up into the painful tip-toes position. I could feel
pain shooting from my balls all the way into my abdomen, and yet, despite
the pain, I was hard as a rock with the feeling of his hand around my
balls.

He finally let me relax and I realized the knife was no longer behind my
balls, it had just been his hand for most of the time. he smiled broadly
the slapped my cock hard with his right hand. I winced and pulled my hips
back, but could only go a few inches before my ass hit the door. he slapped
again with his left, then again with his right. he continued this for maybe
twenty or thirty slaps. I lost count as I bounced back and forth to the
rhythm of his slaps. They were not unpleasant at all, although the first
few had caught me completely by surprise. My cock was still rock hard and
dripping pre-cum when he stopped slapping me, brought is left hand up to
grab my throat, and came in to stick his tongue deep into my mouth
again. We kissed for a while, as his right hand jerked off my cock. he
wiped some of the pre-cum off my cock and brought his fingers to my mouth
"Suck your own cum bitch. You should enjoy your own as much as you enjoy
mine" he said and I eagerly lapped at his fingers, tasting my salty, slimy
pre-cum and loving every lick of it.

he looked at his watch, looked back at me and smiled as he said "I'm
meeting some friends for drinks in a little while, so I'm leaving you here
but first you're going to give me a blow job" and with that he a handful of
my hair and pulled me forward and down onto my knees in front of him. "Get
my cock out bitch" he said and I eagerly reached forward with my hands to
pull down his obviously tented shorts. The slap across my face stopped me
instantly as he said "Get you fucking hands behind your back whore. Be a
good white slut boy and use your fucking teeth to find my cock." My hands
instantly shot behind my back, left gripping right as I leaned forward and
grasped his shorts with my teeth. I worked the left leg, then the right,
then back to the left, slowly inching his shorts down a couple of inches at
a time and revealing his hard and leaking cock as I did. The moment it
popped free of the waistband of his shorts
 he grabbed me by the back of my head and impaled me on his cock, driving
it deep into my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I gagged
immediately and struggled to keep still as he held me there firmly. I could
feel his muscular thighs on either side of me flexing, his hands on the
back of my head, and his hips swaying gently from side to side as he choked
me. My eyes exploded in tears and I gasped for air when he suddenly pulled
all the way out. I involuntarily began to cough and gulp in air when he
drove his cock back in just as deep and held it there again. I tasted his
salty pre-cum as his cock rested on my tongue, deep in my mouth and began
gagging again. He repeated this more than a dozen times before I found I
was able to tolerate his deep penetration without immediately gagging and
struggling.

"Oh fucking hot bitch, fucking hot" he said as he began viciously fucking
my face, pulling out every now and again for a moment, only to ram his full
length all the way back into my mouth before withdrawing a little to
continue fucking. He continued like this for a long time before he finally
said "Oh...here it comes bitch, here it comes, swallow it all, fucking
swallow it all." He blew stream after stream after stream of thick, hot,
salty cum in my mouth and all over my face and hair as he pulled his cock
out of my mouth to milk the last few drops of cum from it. I tried to
follow his cock with my mouth to lap up the cream as he ordered, but with
cum covering my eyes it was not a very successful endeavor. He grabbed my
hair and pulled my head back, laying his still stiff cock over my open
mouth "Clean my cock off bitch, then you've got some cum on the floor to
lick up before I leave you for a while."  I rolled my tongue around his
shaft, licking for all my worth, and cleaning off the cum still leaking
from his piss slit with fervor. After he was satisfied with my cock
cleaning efforts, he used his thumbs to wipe his cum from my eyes and
stuffed them into my mouth for me to suck them clean. I opened my eyes to
see him smiling down at me.

"Ok bitch, clean up what you missed on the floor" he said, nodding down
toward the concrete floor between us. I looked and saw five puddles of cum
lying on the dirty concrete floor. Without hesitation I bent forward, my
hands still behind my back, and I began licking up the cum on the floor. As
I was licking, tasting his cum mixed with the strange taste of concrete and
dust, Master walked behind me and I heard him rummaging through one of the
cardboard storage boxes. Suddenly he grabbed my ankles and pulled my Van
tennis shoes off before wrapping rope around my ankles. In a few moments he
had crossed my ankles one behind the other and tied them securely with the
rope. He then straddled me, one foot on each side and repeated the tying
with my wrists. First crossing one over the other, then binding them
tightly together. I thought I had licked up all the cum on the floor when
Master crouched down in front of me, stroked his cock a few times and shot
a much smaller load of his cum onto the floor in front of me. "Wouldn't
want you to go hungry while I'm away, now would we" he said as I began to
lap up his new offering for me. As I extended my tongue and dipped it onto
the first puddle of his cum, I heard the click and saw the flash of his
camera phone. As I continued to lick he moved around me taking photographs,
spitting on my back, head, ass, and legs and telling me "What a fucking
whore you are. Look at you. You are naked, in a strangers basement, licking
his cum of the floor with your tongue while he spits on you and photographs
you. You know he's going to share these photos with his friends. You will
be a slutty fucking white whore from the moment any of my friends see you
now. They'll all have seen you being the true slutty white whore you are."

He pulled my head up from my cleaning job by grabbing a handful of my hair,
arched me back until I was on my knees but leaning back painfully with my
head back, and he spat into my mouth before kissing me tenderly on the
lips. "You are one fucking hot slutty white whore bitch. And you are MY
fucking hot slutty white whore" he said. He slapped my face and grabbing a
handful of hair, pulled be backwards and down toward the ground. I twisted
and fell onto my side on the hard, cold, dirty, concrete floor. With my
wrists and ankles tied, I could not control my descent onto the floor and
he seemed to like the grunt I let out as I landed, and the sound of my
naked flesh hitting the concrete. Lying on my stomach with my hard cock
pressed against the rough concrete floor, I was Master loop some rope
around a pipe with ran vertically from the ceiling to the floor. I hadn't
noticed it before, but it would become my bondage post for the next four
hours or so.  Master tied the rope around the pipe, then ran a length of
the rope back to me and tied it around my throat with a knot that would not
slip. He then pulled my ankles up and time them to my wrists in the all too
familiar now, hog-tie position. I heard the camera and saw a few flashes
again.

"Ok bitch, stay here until I get back, ok" he said with great mirth in his
voice. "I'll be gone for a while, but I'll come back for you later
tonight. Maybe, I'll bring back a few friends, maybe not. We'll see." With
that, he bent down, patted my hair like you would a dog, he gathered up the
remnants of my shorts and shirt, hi picked up my sneakers, he stood up,
opened the door, flipped off the light and slammed and locked the door. My
last chance to say boundary had just walked out the door, leaving me naked,
trussed up on the floor, with a raging hard on, cum all over my face and in
my mouth, and no idea when he would return. There was a little light from
the corridor coming into the room, but otherwise it was pitch black in the
storage closet. I heard Master climbing the stairs and the sounds of him
walking eventually disappearing into the distance. My god, I can't believe
this is actually happening to me. He likes me, no he loves me, no, maybe he
just likes to use me. It doesn't matter, I am fucking loving every minute
of this. Now, I'm left like a toy, naked, bound, and alone until he wants
to use me again. God I wish I could jerk off right now.

--End
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