Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2023 21:25:11 -0500 From: slave boy Subject: MSDS Society Chapter 7 Summary: Master Alex decides it is time to train slave David in the sport of the slave hunt. While slave David is being hunted, he finds out more secrets about the island. He also realizes that how he was raised was not what he thought it was. Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Family, Anal and Oral Sex, Master and Slaves, BDSM, Slave Training, Scat, Piss (water sports). Warning!: This chapter includes more intense punishments with the use of canes and whips. It also has a scene with rimming a dirty asshole (Scat). If you are not comfortable with reading about someone being severely punished then please move on. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org Chapter 7 Day three on Campus with Master Alex Master wakes up with his hard cock still inside me. Being half asleep, Master fucks me as he slowly wakes up, holding me in his arms. His grip tightens as he wakes up then fucks faster. I lean back riding him up and down, moaning out as he fucks me harder. Now with Master fully awake, I jump up and down on his cock. I am learning how to get in sync with his intense fucking. "Oh fuck slave, I love waking up fucking it. Its hole is so tight. It likes waking up to a good fuck, doesn't it?' "YES! MASTER, please fuck me harder, Master?" "It's such a slut, it knows that? My slut, my fuck toy, my whore. Slave loves my big cock in it, doesn't it?" I moan out "OH FUCK! YES, MASTER. IT LOVES YOUR BIG COCK DEEP INSIDE YOUR SLAVE. THANK YOU, MASTER!" "It wants me to fuck It anytime I like, isn't that right, slave?" I moan and yell out in pleasure as Master pounds me harder, "FUCK YES, MASTER! FUCK ME ANYTIME YOU WANT! PLEASE, MASTER, FUCK ME HARDER. OH! MY FUCKING GOD!" "It's my fuck toy, right?" Still yelling, "OH FUCK, YES MASTER, IT IS YOUR FUCK TOY, MASTER!" "It's my slut, right?" "YES, IT IS YOUR SLUT, MASTER," moaning in desperation! Master fucks me harder and faster as he gets me to admit what and who I am. I am his fuck toy, his slut, his whore. Master has already fucked me any place he wanted and I just let it happen! "It wants me to shoot my big load in it, doesn't it?" Begging, "YES MASTER, CUM IN IT, MASTER. PLEASE!" "As it wishes, SLAVE!" Master picks up speed, fucking me harder until he pushes deep one last time and then roars loudly. "FUCK! YESSS, SLUT!" Master squeezes me tight as he shoots deep into my hole. I hear Master breathing heavily, holding me for a long while. Finally, Master loosens his grip, and his cock slowly retreats out of my hole. He pushes me up off his half-hard cock and I fall to the floor on my hands and knees then turn around, staring at the cock that just fucked the shit out of me. "Clean it, slave" I milked the last bit of cum from his cock then licked him clean, worshiping his beautiful cock. The cock that has fucked me so much that I have become addicted to it inside me. "Good, slave. It's morning and we need to get started. Relieve yourself then clean out your hole. Remember cold water only! After that, get the shower ready for me." "Yes, Master." As I get up, Master slaps my ass, "Hurry up, slave". I yelp, "YES, MASTER," and smile as I quickly run to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet, relieving all of Master's cum and crap out. Then go into the shower, turning on only the cold water. There are no curtains. It is an open shower to the bathroom. So, I have no privacy. Using the shower enema tube, I push it into my hole and clamp my hole down tight around the tube. When I feel bloated, I pull it out and sit on the toilet releasing the backed-up water and crap. I do this again and again until I am fully cleaned out. I'm shivering, NOW! Then I set the water to the temperature as Master showed me yesterday. Just as the water gets to the correct temperature, he walks into the bathroom. "Done, slave?" "Yes, Master." "Good, now it can wash me. Yet, first I need to relieve myself." Master sits on the toilet and relieves himself too. Then he gets up, leans over the sink, and starts brushing his teeth. The steam from the hot shower feels so good. I'm no longer shivering. "Kneel and clean my asshole." I kneel behind Master. Leaning my head towards Master's asshole, I hesitantly start to lick him. It tastes bitter but I have no choice. I continue to lick the bitter shit from his hole. Oh, Fuck! I want to throw up. Somehow I keep myself from vomiting. Master looks down at me. "Slave, it will clean its Master every morning from now on." I look around to see there is no toilet paper in the bathroom. I realize I am Master's toilet paper. Once again it reminds me I am owned and Master can make me do whatever he wishes. "Slave, stick its tongue deeper. Clean me as deep as it can." Again I stick my tongue into Master's hole. It tastes even more bitter, NOW! He leans over the counter relaxing his hole which only helps my tongue get deeper. I'm forced to swallow his shit as I push my tongue deeper. I hear Master moan some so know he must be enjoying my tongue. After cleaning his hole well, he then walks into the open shower. I grab the soap, starting with cleaning his feet and up the legs. Like yesterday, I can't stop staring at Master's cock. He slaps the back of my head, ordering me to continue. I wash his chest and arms. I walk around Master, cleaning his back and ass. I pay special attention to his asshole, getting it even cleaner in case Master wants me to rim him later. Master walks out of the shower. I grab a towel, noticing how warm it is. The towel rack must be heated. I quickly dry Master then he orders me to wash up, reminding me to turn off the hot water. He also points to a stack of well used towels on a rack just outside the shower. I nod my understanding. Those are slave towels. Master leaves me to clean up. I quickly clean up due to the freezing water then use an old used towel to dry myself. I'm shivering again from the cold water as I walk out of the bathroom. Master smiles at me, seeing me shiver. "Get used to it, slave. Hot water is a waste of resources for slaves. Plus, I see it showers quickly under cold water. It doesn't want to waste its Master's time and resources, does it?" "It understands, Master, hot water is a waste on this slave. Yes, Master, it doesn't want to waste Master's time or resources." I keep agreeing to what Master wishes even if it is torture. The cold water is fucking torture. Yet, what else could I say? It's true what he is saying. The cold water does help me shower quicker and it does save on resources. I grew up in a well-off family with nothing to worry about like how much hot water I would use. Yet, now I am not even allowed hot water! Then I remember once or twice a week, growing up, that my personal shower had very little to no hot water. I did not complain because the next day it was OK. Yet now, I wonder if again Father was training me for my slave life. Just like here, my personal shower growing up was electronically controlled. Father could have programmed it to cut off hot water once or twice a week. It was random so I did not think much about it. "Good, slave. Get my running clothes and dress me." I quickly grab the running clothes and dress him. Master grabs the leash, attaching it to my collar. He walks out of his suite and out of the house. As soon as we leave the house he starts running. This time, I remembered to keep the correct spacing and stay to his right as he taught me yesterday. I follow Master around the island again, using the same path we took yesterday. When we return to the house, Master stops near a gardening slave watering the plants. "Boy, spray down my slave" "Yes Master, as you wish, Master." The gardening slave grabs a garden hose. Looking at me, Master orders, "Slave, position 4." "Yes, Master." I quickly move to position 4, legs spread and hands behind my head. Again, I feel cold water hit me. Yet, this water stings as the slave sprays my whole body. He does not seem to care that he is hitting my defenseless balls. I want to cover them but with my hands behind my head, so I can't. Besides, Master wouldn't be happy if I broke my pose. Next, the slave sprays my upper body, hitting my chest and nipples. The force of the water is strong and I keep losing my balance. Master yells out, "SLAVE! STAY STILL!" Oh fuck, know I am in for it, NOW! So, I take extra effort to keep completely still. The stinging water hits my face. I have to keep my eyes and mouth tightly closed. Yet, some water goes up my nose. I have to breathe out to keep more water from coming in. The slave moves to my back and down my legs. Once I am completely clean, the slave puts down the garden hose. "Boy, now dry my slave with that leaf blower." "Yes Master, as you wish, Master" The slave then picks up the extra powerful leaf blower. When he points it to me, I am blasted with a force pushing me back and I have to remember to keep my balance. The slave walks around me several times. My balls again are tormented being slammed against my legs. To make matters worse, the slave keeps the blower aimed at my balls for a minute, causing them to bounce around and hit my legs several times. I see Master laughing as my balls are being tortured. Master is enjoying himself! Then to my horror, my cock starts to grow. By the time the slave is done torturing my sensitive balls, my cock is standing straight up. This just adds to my humiliation of being hosed down and dried like some animal! Once I am dry to my Master's satisfaction, he pulls my leash and we go into the front door of the house, then back into the dining room as we did yesterday. Once again, he sits in the same place and I stand to the right and just behind his chair. A kitchen slave comes out with some coffee. I remember from yesterday how Master likes his coffee, putting two sugar cubes in and a splash of cream. Master then snaps his fingers and points under the table. Like yesterday, I crawl under the table, pulling out part of the seat to get full access to my Master's cock. I suck him once again while he eats his breakfast. His cock starts pulsing so I know he is close. Master grabs the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my throat. I am forced to swallow 7 or 8 shots of cum. Once Master releases me, I am pushed off his cock, and a bowl of slave chow is placed on the floor under Master's chair. I am ordered to eat while he finishes his breakfast. Once again, the slave chow has no real flavor. As Master and I eat, he puts one leg on my back and ass. He rubs the crack of my ass with his foot. This only makes me moan, wanting him to fuck me again. Fuck! I am becoming such a slut for Master. I finish my slave chow quickly just before Master finishes his breakfast. I'm ordered to put the chair back together and crawl out from under the table. "Slave, it will do this every morning." "Yes, Master." I look around realizing that once school starts we will not be alone. I am going to have to suck him in front of other Masters and their slaves. My face turns red at this realization. Master laughs, "Yes, slave it will be serving me in front of my friends! So, get used to it" As I stand, Master grabs me by the waist, pulls me into his lap, and kisses me. "Is my slave embarrassed at the prospect of serving me in front of my friends?" "Ah, Yes Master, this slave is nervous about serving its Master in front of strangers?" "Don't worry my little slut, it will perform well. That is why I am training my slut this week. So, I can show it off to my friends and of course, win the `Slave Games'. So, now it is time to hunt my slave down like the animal it is!" Master laughs at his joke but it is no joke. Master is planning on hunting me like some animal today! Now! I am scared and shaking. "Is my little slave scared?" "Yes, Master." "That is good. It makes the hunt much more fun when the animal is scared for its life! I like seeing fear in the slaves I hunt!" Master laughs again. Yet, this laugh is more sadistic which only makes me shiver more. Master pushes me off his lap and attaches a leash to my collar. I am pulled out of the dining room and out the back door to the chariot barn. The maintenance slave from yesterday comes out pulling a chariot. I'm strapped into the chariot just like yesterday. I feel Master stand on the chariot and grab the reins. With a flick of the reins, I instinctively pull. We head out away from campus. Once again, I feel the whip hitting my back causing me to run faster. I wonder where we are headed. Master steers me away from the house and out past the college grounds. I pull the chariot past the fields, seeing slaves picking crops and being whipped. Master guides me to a large tropical forest and pulls hard on the reins, forcing me to stop. Keeping hold of the reins, he gets off the chariot, pulling my head back hard. Master walks up beside me and pours water over my mouth and head. "Drink up, slave. It will need it for the hunt!" I am so thirsty. I drink as much water as I can. Not all of it gets past the bit in my mouth and down my throat. Some run down my face and chest. It feels good though. Sweat is dripping down my body from pulling Master around the island. He allows me to rest before, releasing me from the chariot. I fall to my knees in front of Master and kiss his feet three times. "Very good, slave. It remembers its rules and training." Master pulls my head up by my collar, looking down at me in the eyes. "Slave, in a little bit it will run into that forest. It will run and hide. Then 30 minutes later I will come looking for it. It will be my prey." Master smiles at me. He is going to enjoy making me his prey. I watch Master move to the chariot and pull out a rifle. Oh, fuck Master has a gun! I start shaking, wanting to run now, yet, I stay on my knees. "Slave, it is good that you are scared. That is the point of the hunt. This is a tranquilizer gun. It will knock it out in seconds. So, it better hide well so I cannot find it!" Master allows me to rest for 20 minutes before ordering me to run. I run as fast as I can into the forest. The forest floor is not meant for bare feet. Yet, it does not bother me that much. My feet are well-callused from all the work Father made me do around the house and building the wall around our estate. It felt natural to go barefoot all the time. Father only bought shoes for school and dress shoes. All other times, I was barefoot. I got used to being barefoot from a very young age. Well, that must have been more of father's slave training. I do not think I will ever be allowed to wear shoes again. I run into the forest trying to find a place to hide. I notice a hollowed-out log and crawl into it. I wait for what seems like forever. Then without warning, I feel a sharp pain in my ass and blackout. I come to hanging upside down from a tree just inside the forest. I see Master standing by the chariot, rifle in hand. I feel the tight rope around my ankles and wrists. Master walks up to me, "Good, it's awake." He cuts the rope and lowers me to the ground. I'm untied and ordered to stand. After I get my balance, Master pushes a needle into my arm. "This shot will help it recover quickly from the tranquilizer. In about 30 minutes we will try again. This time find a better hiding spot or the next time it will be punished as it's hanging upside down. Now rest and we will do this again." I fall to my knees again, kissing Master's feet three times, and rest. Fuck Master just hunted me down and hung me like some animal he shot. I am so scared of what Master will do to me if he catches me again. About 30 minutes later, Master orders me to run. I run fast and hard, trying to get as much distance from Master as possible. About another 20 minutes later, I stop and look around. I see a waterfall and a pool of crystal-clear water. The cold water looks refreshing since I am now dripping in sweat from running so hard and the warmth of the day. So, I walk into the waterfall letting the water rush past me. After a refreshing shower from the waterfall, I think this might be a good place to hide. So, I walk behind the waterfall. When I look back, I realize no one can see me but I can see anyone approaching. Except, I have no way to escape if Master decides to explore behind the waterfall. So, look around to see if there might be someplace to hide if Master comes looking for me here. That's when I see an opening at the bottom of the rock face. You could have missed it very easily. The hole is narrow. So, it's only big enough for one slim person to crawl in. I doubt Master could crawl through. I kneel and look inside. I see blue light flickering inside. Curiously, I crawl into the hole, just barely squeezing through. When I get to the other side, I see a very large cavern with pools of blue water. Now, I hear footsteps on the other side of the stone wall, I move away from the hole and hold my breath. I hoping Master didn't see me crawl in here. I hear Master's footsteps walk past the opening then they get fainter as he walks away. I release my breath once I realize I'm clear. That was close! I look around the cavern some more. There are several pools of clear blue water. I realize the blue light must be from the flickering of the water. Where is the light in the water coming from? I explore more looking into each pool of water, yet I don't see anything. The water is beautiful and very peaceful. So, I sit on the edge of one of the pools with my feet in the water. I lean back, lying flat on the cool stone floor of the cavern, closing my eyes and relaxing. This is the first time I have been alone since my enslavement. It feels good too. I let my mind wander, and flashes of my life pass through my mind. In my childhood home, remember times with my mother. She showed me how to act around my father and brother, telling me I must always be respectful of the men in my life. My mother taught me to always address my father as "Sir". I didn't realize it at the time but my mother was always respectful to my father and later to my brother. When my brother came back from "College" she would use "Sir" when she asked if he needed anything. He would also order her around. It is funny, I didn't realize what was happening around me. My mother was training me to be a slave and my brother already knew my mother was a slave. How did I miss that? My mother taught me how to do housework, laundry, dishes, vacuuming, cooking, etc. We had servants for those things but Mother said it would be good to know how to do those things so I was prepared when I left home. However, my mother never showed my brother any housework. I remember when I was young my mother would show my sister housework as well until she left for "College". Mother must have been training both my sister and me to be slaves. Both my parents have been training us to be slaves all our lives! My mother trained me in housework and my father trained me in yard work and manual labor for constructing the wall. I did not have too many friends growing up. Most of the people I interacted with were our servants but now I realize they were slaves like I'm now. My only real friends were my teammates on the swim team. However, I was never allowed to go to after-school parties or go to my teammate's homes after school. Father always told me I had to come home right after practices. Plus, I was not allowed to bring anyone home without Father's permission which he never approved of anyway. Father controlled who I interacted with, which was mostly slaves. Besides my father and brother, the slaves became my role models. I really was just another slave in training without knowing it. Now, look at me! I'm being hunted like an animal, owned property, just like the slaves I grew up with. I will never be free. Well, I was never really free, was I? Father owned me and sold me to my Master Alex. Now I'm given to his brother for his time at college. They both own me now and there is nothing I can do to change that. I open my eyes looking at the wall behind me. I see a carving in the rock face. You would never have seen it if you were looking from above. I get out of the water to get a closer look. It shows many pools of water with what looks like underground tunnels leading to different parts of the island. Tunnels lead from here to Master's house (mansion), and different builds around campus. Also, tunnels to the farming fields, boathouse, and several other places I do not recognize. It looks like there are pockets along the way. Maybe the pockets are used to catch your breath. I realize that this might be a way for me to escape. I could hide away on one of the boats. There must be some supply boat or something. Then I remember the GPS chip in my collar. I can never escape the reach of "The Society" with this collar on. Plus, if I ever got caught I would be one of those poor slaves in the fields. However, I think maybe I could use the tunnels to get between different parts of the island undetected. Yet to use these tunnels, I need to keep this cavern a secret. OH CRAP! If I am not found soon, Master might look for me with the GPS tracker then he might find this cavern. I didn't realize the cavern stone walls block the GPS signal. So, Master wouldn't be able to find me anyway. However, not knowing this I get scared and crawl back out of the cavern from behind the waterfall. As I walk out from behind the waterfall, I find another good hiding place but Master will find me at some point which is what I want. I find mud that I can cover my body and hide lying down in fallen branches and palm leaves. Hopefully, it will take a while for Master to find me so it will seem I was here all along. About two hours later, I am shot in the arm and black out again. I wake hung upside down by rope tied to my ankles again. Master is smiling at me. "Well done slave. You have evaded capture for 4 hours. I am impressed! We might just win the slave hunt after all!" Master cuts me down and I fall on my back. I am dragged to my feet and given water and the shot to help me recover quickly. After 30 minutes, "Slave, I think that's good for today. Let's head back for some dinner." Master straps me back to the chariot and flicks the reins again, signaling me to pull. I am whipped hard to get home quickly. Once again he has the gardening slave hose me down and air-dry me with the leaf blower. He pulls me to our room and has me clean him in the shower. The warm water feels good. So, I look forward to cleaning my Master. Except, afterward, when take a cold shower and shiver again! I am always numb afterward. It's even colder than the hose outside. After drying Master and my cold shower, he orders me to follow him to the balcony and to kneel beside him. We are watching the sunset. It is beautiful. It is just like the vacation pictures you would see for a tropical vacation. Except, this is no vacation for me. I do not think I will even have a real vacation ever again. Even when my Master goes on a vacation, I will still be his slave and serve him in any way he wants. I think back to my family vacations. It was fun I guess. I still had to help my mother with the housework while my father and brother surfed and enjoyed the beach. Mother and I would have to cook and clean the beach house while Father and Brother played on the beach. Father did take us as a family to the beach a few times. I love swimming in the ocean and my father would have me swim every morning. Yet, when we went to the beach as a family, my father and brother would order me to get them drinks or snacks from the cabana even though there were waiters for that job. Yet, I enjoyed doing those things for my father and brother. They always praised me if I did a good job. If I didn't do their tasks well then my father would order my brother to spank me. There were several times I was spanked by my brother in public. So, I tried harder to please them both. Looking back my father was training both my brother and me, my brother as a Master and me as a slave. I remember one time when I spilled drinks running back from the cabana. I tripped on a rock. Father wasn't pleased. Father handed my brother a small wooden paddle and told him to spank me 10 times. Right on the beach, my brother ordered me to grab my ankles. I was in nothing but my Speedo which is all I was allowed to wear while we were on vacation. I was so humiliated! I looked back at my brother who had a big smile on his face. All the others on the beach were watching us. My father would whisper in my brother's ear and my brother ordered me to remove my speedos. Father would always spank me naked. So, here I was about to be spanked naked on a beach! The beach was private for the resort. Except, all the guests were watching me get spanked naked. Even the staff stopped and watched. No one came to my rescue. I was so humiliated. Well after my public spanking, I got good at delivering drinks to my father and brother. Even when we would have dinner in the resort's restaurant, Father would have me get him drinks from the bar. He even had me help the waiter get our food from the kitchen. Looking back, I did notice most of the waiters were in speedos like me. Except, they had bowties on to show they were waiters. Now that I think about it, they also had collars locked around their necks too. The bowties covered up the collars but I did notice something shiny up it. At the time, I just thought they looked like hot men. Since most of the staff was in speedos, I did not think much of it that I had to wear speedos too. Yet, now thinking back at it, I realize if they were slaves of the resort or owned by "The Society". No one questioned my services to my father or brother. Just like at home, I got to know the "Staff" well. The kitchen staff had the food ready for me to carry to our table. I did notice a few other boys and girls doing the same thing for their family members. So, it just seemed normal. They were being trained to be slaves just like me. Master pets my head while I am lost in my memories of the past. "Slave, what is it thinking about?" WOW! This is the first time a Master has asked what I was thinking. "Sorry Master, it was thinking about how it spent its vacations with its family." "And what does my slave remember?" I told him about being spanked on the beach and helping the waiters serve my family in the restaurant for the resort. Plus, I making the beds for my family in our rooms and getting more towels each night. Only allowed to wear speedos. All of it. "Master, was my father and mother training it to be a slave as it grew up?" Master laughs, "Slave, it's a smart one, isn't it? Yes, slave, its father has been training it to be a slave all of its life. He was also training its brother to be a Master. As a baby, all family members of "The Society" are genetically tested for the dominant and submissive genes. Its family has a strong percentage of either the dominant or submissive genes. That is why it is so valuable. Its father knew the moment it was born what it would become. So, he guided it to what it needed to be. See, slaves like it would never be happy without a Master to own them. If it would have not chosen to join `The Society' then in the free world it would have been very unhappy until it found someone to take control of it. It most likely would have been searching for years for a Master to own it. So in the end, it would have been enslaved regardless. The Society just makes the process much quicker and easier. Slaves like it, cannot fight its nature as a submissive creature. Well, I am hungry. I am going to order in. And, since it has experience as a waiter, it can go down to the kitchen and bring up my food and its slave chow. Now, hurry up. It doesn't want to be spanked again like on the beach." I blush seeing Master smiling at me, reminding me of the humiliating day at the beach with my brother. "Yes, Master." I get up and head for the door but Master orders me to use the slave entrance, a door hidden behind a wooden panel. I remember a slave bringing food from the kitchen through that door. I find a button on the wall that opens a door to a spiral staircase. I quickly descend, finding a door at each level of the house. Finally, I come to a door labeled Kitchen and enter. When I go through the door I see a large kitchen. Being we are the only guests in the house, I notice just a few cooks. I approach one of the cooks who also has a collar around his neck. So, I assume he is also a slave. He turns and looks at me. "Oh yes. Master Alex's slave. Wait over in the corner for its Master's meal to be ready." This is the first time I have interacted one-on-one with another slave except for the slave on the plane. I was hoping to be able to chat but that does not seem to be the case. In the corner, I watch the cook prepare my Master's meal. I also notice a big cauldron where another slave is stirring something. I assume it is slave chow. So, I guess all the slaves on the island eat just slave chow. I go back to watching my Master's meal being prepared. About 20 minutes later, I am called over. "Slave, bring this tray to its Master." It is a big round tray that looks heavy. I remember my training from the other waiter slaves at the resort with my family. They taught me how to pick up the tray and carry it on my shoulder. The memory of me being a waiter for my family came back and I am happy to have had the training back then. I do not think I could have gone up the spiral staircase without my training from the resort's slaves. I did use the backstairs at times to bring food when my father wanted to eat in our room. It was a spiral staircase as well. So, I make it to Master's bedroom without an issue. I place the food on a spare table on the balcony and then serve Master his meal. After setting the table with silverware, I put the plates of food in front of Master. Then I kneel and kiss Master's feet three times, remembering my training with the cane. Master pats me on the head, "Very good, slave. When eating in, you will be getting my meals all the time from now on. Now go get me a scotch on the rocks" "Yes, Master." I quickly go to the bar in the bedroom and pour the drink then bring it to Master. I kneel again at his feet. "Slave, crawl under the table. I need to piss." I crawl under the table and open Master's shorts. I pull out his semi-hard cock and put it in my mouth, sealing my lips around the head. As soon as I make a good seal, the piss flows. It comes fast and I have to swallow quickly to keep up. I hear Master relax as he releases into my mouth. Master pats me on the head to indicate he is finished. I milk the last bit of piss from his cock. "Slave, get me another drink then eat your slave chow." I stand up, grab Master's glass and make him another drink. I set the drink down in front of Master then kneel over the bowel of slave chow, sticking my mouth in to eat. I am getting better at eating with only my mouth. Lick the bowl clean knowing that I most likely will not eat until morning. It is still humiliating to eat like a dog or some farm animal. "Slave, take dirty dishes to the kitchen. Come right back quickly!" I place all the dirty dishes on the tray again. It is a little lighter without the food but still heavy. Having the dishes all stacked up makes the tray a little uneven. So when I get to the kitchen, I bump into another slave causing the dishes to crash to the floor. I hear the cook yell out "SLAVES WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! BOTH OF YOU GET OVER HERE!" I and the other slave I bumped into look at each other and then the other slave rushes over to the cook. The cook slaps the slave hard in the face. I watch in horror as the cook now points at me. "Slave, I said get over here NOW!" I rush to the cook who seems to be in charge of the kitchen. The cook yells at the other slave to clean up the mess I made. I feel bad that the other slave got punished for my mistake. "Slave, I will need to report this to your Master," as he pats me on the ass and then whispers in my ear, "Too bad I cannot punish you, boy. It would have been fun, but you are his property so only your Master can punish his slave. Now be a good boy and help clean up your mess" He squeezes my ass then slides his finger up my crack. My face got red so I quickly rush over to help the other slave pick up the broken dishes, being careful not to step on the sharp edges. I mouth in a whisper to the other slave that `I am sorry'. He mouths back it is `It is OK'. Once we get everything cleaned, the other slave hugs me and grabs my ass using his middle finger to rub my ass crack. He whispers "It is OK slave, Just be careful next time. I am sorry about what's about to happen next" He releases me and then pushes me to the door. As I walk up the stairs, I wonder what the other slave means. What is going to happen next? When I enter the Master's room, I quickly kneel at Master's feet and kiss them three times. "Slave, what took you so long?" "Master, I am sorry. I had an accident in the kitchen and had to help clean it up. Sorry, Master!" "What kind of accident?" "Master, I bumped into another slave causing the tray of dishes I was carrying to cash to the floor" "Slave, that does not sound like an accident. It sounds like my slave was not paying attention to who was around it. Slave the cook just messaged me about its carelessness. Slave, those dishes cost `The Society' money, not to mention wasting its Master's precious time. How does slave intend to repay `The Society' and ME?" "Master, this slave does not know. It has no money to pay back `The Society' or you, Master" "Think harder, slave!" Then I remembered what the cook and other slave said, only `Master can punish his slave' and `sorry for what will happen next'. I know what I have to say. I take a big breath, "Master, please punish this slave for breaking property that does not belong to it and wasting its Master's time" "That's much better slave. The only way a slave can repay for damages and time wasted is by being punished. It is right, slaves have no money, it owns nothing to repay me or the Society except for the punishment it receives. Taking punishment is how a slave repays its Master." Master grabs my face with his strong hands, forcing me to look up into his eyes. "The pain I inflict on this body will be my payment. The more I inflict pain on this body, the more this slave can pay me back for wasting my time and damaging The Society's property. Now I think it is time to show my slave the playroom down in the dungeon." I shake in fear as I stare into Master's eyes. I see how serious he is about punishing me. How will Master punish me? I fear this punishment is going to be worse than anything I have endured yet! Looking into his eyes, I can see he wants to punish me, to cause me pain! I have suspected that Master is sadistic but now I am going to find out how much! Master gets up and grabs a leash. He attaches the leash to my collar and pulls me to my feet. "Come slave it is time for my slave to repay its Master."