Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 04:40:30 +0100 From: Chained Eq Subject: Becoming TPE Property Chapter 3 The next morning the light came on with no warning, and the next thing I knew I was soaked in cold water as master dumped a bucket over the cage. "Wake up boy!" He shouted. "A new day of training begins. "Yes master, " I replied, shivering. He unlocked the cage and ordered me out. Crawling out with my hands bound behind my back was rather awkward but soon is was kneeling on the floor in my sit position (minus of course hands behind back vs. on thighs) awaiting Masters next instruction. Master was barefoot and wearing just a pair of cutoff shorts this morning, it was nice to see his defined muscular body. He wasn't the hulk, but he was clearly strong enough to easily overpower skinny little me. We was also nice and tanned with brown hair. He was a very good looking guy. "Today before breakfast I'm going to teach you a little about submission and humility. So I want you to bend down and worship my feet for a while. Suck those toes well boy. "Yes master," I said, immediately bending over and taking his right big toe in my mouth. He took a seat in the armchair so as to be more conformable while I sucked. Bending over like this, hands bound behind my back on a cement floor was awkward and uncomfortable, but I did so without hesitation knowing that that would invite punishment. I licked his feet and he had me suck and suck. Eventually though, my mouth started to get dry and I started to tire. Master must have noticed that I was loosing momentum because he promptly struck me on the ass with a riding crop. "Keep sucking boy. You shouldn't need encouragement to do this. Feet, cock, whatever, you mouth exists to serve your master." "Yes Master, sorry Master," I replied, re-doubling my efforts. After a while longer he withdrew his feet and wiped them dry with a towel. "Sit boy," He said, getting up from the chair. "Yes Master." He got up and picked up a silver dog bowl and walked over to the toilet. I watched as he urinated into the bowl. He then walked over to the sink and filled the rest of the bowl with water, then setting it in front of me. "You will drink this before breakfast. I need you well hydrated for what is in store for you today." "Yes Master," I replied bending over to drink the water. Drinking water like an animal is hard. I wanted desperately to be able to pick it up to make the task easier, but my hands were still bound behind my back. I just had to pucker my lips a slurp, I'm no quite used to this but at the time it was challenging for me. Master kept hitting me with the riding crop telling me to go faster. Finally the piss water was all gone and he placed another bowl with the nutraloaf in front of me. "Eat boy, I've not got all day." "Yes Master," I said, bending down to eat up my nutraloaf hungrily. This stuff was truly tasteless, not unpalatable, but not pleasant either. Just a mess of food pilled together and baked. It kinda turned me on to know that I was eating basic sustenance for my master. Once I was done eating he unlocked my wrists from behind my back and removed the leather manacles, but left the belly chain on. He then gave me an opportunity to use the toilet and then had me enema and shower. While I did so I noticed that he had attached an iron spreader-bar to the overhead cable that ran to the electric winch. He re-attached the the leather manacles to my wrists and also added some to my ankles. He had me stand with my feet shoulder width apart while he attached a spreader bar to the manacles at my ankles and then he attached my wrist manacles to the spreader bar that connected to the overhead winch. With a push of the button the motor whirred to life and my arms began to rise above my head. He stopped when my arms were nice and strait and I was standing spread-eagled. "Just be thankful I don't take this any higher, otherwise you would have to stand on tiptoes the entire time." "Yes Master, thank you Master." "Now I've got some work to do today, so I'm going to leave you spread-eagled for a few hours," he said with a nasty grin on his face. "Just so you have something to look forward to I'm going to pop your cherry on the bullwhip tonight. I'm an expert with the bullwhip and you will find it to be your harshest torture yet." "Yes Master," I said trembling. He really was an expert at tormenting me. He knew I would hang here, in this uncomfortable position all day dreading the torture that would follow. "Now have fun hanging around today," And with that he closed and locked the dungeon door and I was left to my thoughts. As the hours dragged on I both loved and hated my situation. Here I stood, naked, helpless and exposed at his mercy. As with much of my time as a slave I would alternate between having an erection and loving my situation, to succumbing to the aches and pains of being suspended like this for hours and and wanting down. Then I would remembering that I was suffering because I was the helpless property of this wonderful, sadistic man and I would get horney again. But what was this bullwhipping going to be like? I remember watching the show Roots and seeing the slave getting whipped into submission with a bullwhip, his back bloody. The idea turned me on and terrified me at the same time. Was he really going to cut my back with the whip? Surely not. Around noon MASTER came down and gave me some water from a bottle. I could distinctly taste the "secret ingredient". I came to realize that drinking was usually going to mean having at least some of MASTERS piss. He left and went back upstairs leaving me to my thoughts. Finally after many exhausting hours I heard the door open and Master came into the room. He used the motor to let off a little slack on the chains, my wrists now hung roughly level with my face. He gave me some more water (secret ingredient included) and I got a chance to flex my tired, sore muscles. I saw him walk over to the wall where he hung all the torture and bondage gear and pick up the bullwhip I had seen earlier. That thing was long and mean looking for sure, and I trembled just looking at it. "I want you to get a good look at this while before I use it on you boy," Master said, holding it in front of me. It was long, with a big handle that tapered down to a small tip. He shifted it, end to end letting me look at ever bit of it. "A bullwhip can actually travel at supersonic speeds," Master said. "The cracking sound you hear is actually the sound of the tip breaking the sound barrier. I'll demonstrate." He turned away from me, raised the whip up and cracked it. The sound was terrifying and made me shudder, but I was also getting hard in spite of myself. He walked around behind me where I couldn't really see what he was doing. CRACK, CRACK! He wasn't hitting me, but the sound was terrifying all the same! I knew what I was about to endure was going to hurt soo much! "You'll be relived to hear that I won't be hitting you quite that hard today," Master said as he walked back around in front of me. Whips can be quite dangerous, hit the wrong part of the body and you can do serious damage. Fortunately I'm very skilled and can whip you safely. Slaves who were whipped in the bad old days were actually scared for life. I could use that as body modification, put a nice stripe or two down your beautiful backside, and I may someday. But that would require some recovery time and treatment and that's not the goal tonight. Tonight I plan to use the whip to break you down. This will be a trying experience for you but in the end you will thank me. I want to mold you into my unquestioning submissive. I want you to grow to love me, yes, but most importantly I want you to fear me. Love, fear and unquestioning obedience, that it what I expect. Do I make myself clear. "Yes sir," I said trembling. "Good boy, I want you to be brave for me tonight, this is an experience you won't soon forget." "Yes MASTER." "Kiss the whip," He said, holding it to my face. I gave it a good kiss. "Oh, one more thing," He said as he walked over to the table. He picked up a blindfold and secured it over my eyes. I then heard the electric motor whir to life and my wrists were hoisted back up over my head, higher than before. Soon I was standing on tip toes. "Ok, now we will begin." And with that he walked back behind me. I heard the whip move through the air with a swish, it didn't crack like before, but it landed squarely on my mid-back with an incredible sting. "AH!" I screamed. He didn't give me a chance to recover, the next strike landed across my buttocks. Then another again on my back, and again and again. SWISH, WHAP, SWISH, WHAP! Over and over each one stung like hell! SWISH, WHAP, SWISH, WHAP! I was screaming and crying in an instant. He had already tortured me pretty intensely before, but this was agony! Within 10-15 strokes I couldn't take it anymore. "OH GOD, IT HURTS SO MUCH SIR!" SWISH, WHAP, SWISH, WHAP! On and on it went, I was writhing and jerking against my chains. I truly wanted out! I would have done anything to make it stop! SWISH, WHAP, SWISH, WHAP! I was now shaking uncontrollably and breaking down. He stoped for a minute and walked over and stroked my hair and ran his hand down my body, comforting me a bit. "Please stop MASTER, it hurts so much!" "I know it does boy, you're doing well, you're learning a valuable lesson tonight. In fact, I want you to thank me for teaching you this lesson, breaking you down to serve. Thank me boy!" "Thank you SIR, thank you for teaching me to be a good slave." "That's a good slave," And with that: SWISH, WHAP, SWISH, WHAP! I don't know how long it went on. I begged him several more times to stop, I told him I would be a good boy, serve him obediently for life, but he continued. Occasionally, I'd start to have a complete breakdown, start shaking uncontrollably, and he would stop and caress me of a minute or two to bring me down from the edge before continuing. Finally, after I was completely exhausted and in agony he stoped. I heard the whir of the electric motor as my tired aching body was finally let down and I crumped to my knees, panting and crying. MASTER bent down and hugged and caressed me. "Good boy" he said. "You actually took that whipping quite well. I'm proud of you." "Yes MASTER," I responded. "Thank you MASTER." "Don't worry, I'll rarely torture you that hard, I just want to show you how much I can hurt you if I want to. My goal here, besides enjoying hurting you, is I want to mold you into a perfectly obedient slave. I want you to follow my directions without thought. Is that understood boy?" "Yes MASTER!" I responded. "I'll be a good boy forever, I promise. I'm your slave and always will be!" "Good boy," He replied. "Now that you're on your knees I want you to kiss my feet and then thank me for giving you this beating tonight. I kissed each foot in turn then, "Thank you for giving me this beating tonight, I'll never forget it MASTER." Somehow in spite of the pain I was in, I felt peaceful, more passive and submissive than before. All I could think was wanting to do anything and everything, be completely owned by this wonderful, dominant, sadistic man. "Good boy. We've got one more thing to do tonight and then we'll get you cleaned up and I'll give you some down time. Can you stand?" "I think so sir," I said lifting myself up onto wobbly feet. My body was shaking as I put weight back on it. Several hours standing spread eagled and then the whipping had taken their toll. MASTER pulled out his phone and took a picture of my backside, then showed it to me. "I marked you up well tonight boy," Indeed, I could see my back was cross crossed with mean angry red welts, some were even bleeding a bit. MASTER put some antibiotic ointment on my back which stung a bit. He then picked up this digital measuring caliper, the kind that has the two bars that you move closer or further away to measure things. "Gotta get your cock measured up for your new cage boy. I figure you won't be hard for a while after that beating so this will be a good time." Indeed, my cock was completely flaccid. I had kinda forgotten that I'd soon be caged. That gave me some apprehension, though the idea of the cage was exciting to me. He took several measurements, jotting them down in the notes app of his phone; length, width at head, width just behind head and so on. He also took a string and wrapped it once around. The base, behind my balls, he then measured the length of string to find the circumference. "Very good," He said. "We will get these measurements to my freind who is an expert blacksmith and toy maker so we can have a custom cage 3D printed for you." "Yes MASTER I replied." He then released me from both the upper bar that had kept my wrists spread above my head as well as the lower one between my ankles led me over to the armchair, he put down a little pillow on the floor and had me kneel before the chair. He re-cuffed my hands behind my back with the belly chain and also chained my ankles together. "I know you're tired boy, but I want a good long blowjob tonight, your best effort, is that understood." "Yes MASTER" "You may begin." I put my mouth around his cock, and began. I really worked hard at it, putting all my effort into maximizing his pleasure. Occasionally he would grab my head by the hair and thrust my head into his cock, inducing a bit of a gag. In spite of my back and ass, which were still on fire, my own cock began to harden. After some time he finally came, gushing a large load of cum right into my mouth. Master was a very healthy guy and he came a lot. I lapped up the semen, swallowing it down. I was finding that aside from eating his cum being highly erotic, I actually enjoyed the taste. "Good boy." "Thank you MASTER." "You still have lots to learn, but in time you will be a master cocksucker. I expect you to work hard to learn to provide me maximum pleasure. Is that understood slave? "Yes MASTER." "I think since you've been such a good boy tonight, I'll give you a treat and let you sleep on the cot in the cell, what do you say to that?" "Oh thank you master," I said smiling. I'd get a good nights sleep tonight! He pulled me to my feet and led me across the room into the cell, putting me face down on the cot. He then stroked my body a bit, including rubbing the welts where he had whipped me, which hurt. Then he got up and slid the cell door shut with a satisfying clang. "Good night boy" "Good night MASTER" "BTW, don't even think about trying to get off by humping the bed, I have you on camera at all times, and I can make the whipping you got tonight look like child's play. " "Yes MASTER" The light went out and I was in darkness. The skin on my back burned, my ass burned, my legs and arms ached from standing spread-eagled all day, I was cuffed behind the back and shackled on a mattress covered in hard plastic. But compared to the cage and certainly the pillory this was luxury! I was asleep within probably five minutes.