Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2023 05:42:04 +0000
From: Mark Irving <Umpire1956@hotmail.com>
Subject: Master Brett: Hello Sailor (4)

 Master Brett and Slave Mark (4) Hello Sailor

        For the rest of the night, both Master Brett and I sat around the
fire talking about various adventures he had encountered and how he evolved
as a Gay Dominate. The weather was fairly kind to us, the wind dropped and
with added wood to the fire kept us warm whilst we chatted, not to mention
a few more drinks, which help loosen up any inhibitions that may have been
hidden, mind you after the last week or so, any that I may have had were
well dissolved.

      My journey had only just began, but it was interesting to hear Master
Brett's history, which gave greater insight into my future adventures, I
figured my life and sexually preferences had gone a full U turn in another
direction, I had gone from a secretly curious inhibited and shy male to a
fully broken in male sexual slave and slut. The forbidden dark side had me
well and truly hooked; my every hidden desire had been exposed, or teased
out of me, and in some cases spanked out of me. It was if Master Brett had
opened up Pandora's Box, releasing the demon within, every time I found
myself on my knees or in a submissive position, the inner Slut gets
released, and all those suppressed urges, kinky, and once perverted
thoughts raise to the surface, and either verbally expressed or more often
than not Master Brett acted upon and put into practice everything that I
verbalise. Every now and then, I amaze myself at what I was saying; it's
almost as if I was possessed by some inner Slut or Whore that craves
attention. But it certainly doesn't stop my want or desire to serve that
beautiful cock in my mouth or arse, or the powerful dominate wielding that
monstrous shaft. His complete control takes me to another level of
servitude, even his heavy spanking sessions takes me into sub space, which
allows me to endure more, and want more, and the care and attention I
receive after a sexual session, goes way beyond anything I've ever
encountered. It certainly has been an adventure, but hearing Master Brett's
puts my mild beginnings to shame.

       As I said, a few beers, loss of inhibitions and a willingness to
disclose his past had me on me edge of my seat. Brett from an early age,
was manipulated by his Uncle and Aunt who raised him, after Brett's mother
and father had separated, they raised him, put him through school and later
help him get into college, but along the way they took advantage of the
fact that he was well endowed, and often insisted on bathing him, and more
often than note insisted on him sharing their bed. They would touch and
caress him, to the point where his cock would explode, then punish him for
making a mess. This would take the form of a bare bottom spanking. Brett
basically accepted these actions, because he didn't know any different, and
they were the ones that insisted that this was the way good Christian boys
were brought up and to keep him on the Christian path. They even paraded
him in front of other so called Christian friends, making him strip to show
his spanked butt, but also exposed his growing adolescent penis. There
appeared to be no end to their control, at one time they removed all of his
underwear, telling him they were old and would get him some more, so until
that time, they had purchase frilly girls undies as a replacement. This of
course caused all sorts inner turmoil for Brett , even resorting to
removing them once he was outside the house and farm he was brought up on,
but one time he was running late for school and at one of the P.E. classes
, other boys spotted his underwear and started a new form of bulling at
junior school and later on ,occasionally high school.

      Occasionally the bullying was reported back to his Aunt and Uncle,
and the reasons behind it all, which of course resulted in more spankings,
and often in front of their Christian friends. Brett had enrolled in
various self defence classes, and had plenty of motivation to excel to the
highest level, and in the end the teasing and bullying stopped, the
spankings became less and less, and by the time Brett moved onto College
and a degree of independence, he had developed into a well built young man
wielding a monster horse cock. But due to his bullying he shied from more
active sporting programs, but continued his studies and his self defence
programs, even to the point of teaching and running classes.  Occasionally
he would see a student that had potential and would take a more
personalised approach, this led to a casual relationship, but they had to
keep things very quiet, because they were still in the Bible belt and the
University was still a Christian run Campus.

       A Marine qualification in hand, he said good bye to his Aunt and
Uncle and their Christine believes and headed north, eventually gaining the
job he had now. After a probationary time learning the ropes, he was teamed
up with the other two boys, and the team leader I replaced. Brett didn't
take long to figure out the boys were a gay couple, and slowly accepted the
thought, that may be he had leanings towards that end. And over time he
experimented, and with the help of the boys, discovered that he was more
dominate, and wanted to control the play, thinking that he was suppressed,
manipulated, and taken advantage of as he grew up so now he just fell into
the assertive role, without batting an eye. Which suited the boys down to
the ground, Brett found out more about himself, his confidence grew, and
found an inner voice that had laid dormant all his life. So when I turned
up as a replacement team leader, Brett quickly assessed that I was a
submissive and could be easily swayed to the dark side. And the rest is
history.

        The fire died down, and we certainly had enough drinks, so the tent
was calling, and sleep was hot on the agenda, but that certainly didn't
stop Master Brett and I touching and feeling each other up, and I even
knelt before him and engulfed his cock, licking the head and occasionally
taking his massive cock deep into my throat, I could not get enough of that
monster, licking and nibbling his shaft, sucking on his balls, whilst
feeling up his cute arse, cruising a finger along his crack, but never
probing, just the occasional tickle. Master Brett found his voice and
verbally prompted, "Suck my cock bitch, I want to feel your chin on my
balls, Your such a fucking slut" with every word he spoke, the more excited
I became, and my wanting lust overtook my very being, I pulled his hips
tighter into me , thus driving his horse cock even further into my mouth
and throat, I was a man possessed, I was just a hole for his beautiful
cock. Master Brett pulled his cock from my mouth, leaving me with and open
mouth , and dribbling, but my mouth was quickly put to use, as he turned
offering me his butt and his fully exposed hole, "Get your tongue in there
Bitch", as he pulled his cheeks apart giving me greater access, my tongue
drove in past his outer rim and into the depths of his very tasty butt, I
would have thanked him but it's hard to talk with your tongue up someone
else's arse.

       I licked and sucked and he rotated, and pushed back, whilst he was
pulling his beautiful cock, I could hear his moans of delight, and his
actions became more erratic. I knew what was going to happen , and before
Master Brett covered his hand , he turned and thrust his pulsating member
deep into my mouth, then scared the bird life again, by screaming as he
coated my tonsils and the back of my throat, Master Brett continued his
assault on my mouth and then pulled out coated my face with his delicious
cum, my tongue licked as much as I could, but I finally resorted to swiping
my finger across face collecting as much as I could, " You're a fucking
cock sucking, cum licking whore, you wait until where back on the mainland,
your mouth will have so many cocks in it , you'll end up with lock jaw,
your protein levels will be blown off the chart" with that he yelled again
depositing the final drops of cum into my mouth.  "Master you have made me
what I am, and I can't wait to be shared around all your mates, I want to
be your whore, I love everything you do and desperately want more of it."
We collapsed onto the mattress, my cock was as stiff as I've ever seen it,
but Master Brett loved to tease, make me nice and hard and have me wait, he
loved the ultimate control it gave him. With that in mind we cuddled up, he
spooned me, I could feel his deflated cock slowly wilting and pressing
against my butt cheeks, and his teasing hand just resting on my cock. As
difficult as it was we both drifted off to sleep, my mind racing, but
content in the knowledge that I had pleased and served to the best of my
ability.

      The following morning, I replicated my previous day activities, much
needed piss, camp fire, shower water, and put the coffee on and then
reporting back to base, I noticed on the radar that the weather was
clearing and the water over the reef was the best it was for days, and
there was a visible track through the dangerous areas, that were impassable
during the storm. I informed the Base that we may make a return trip later
that morning, when the tied dropped, making it even safer to traverse the
reef. I made coffee and sorted out everything I needed for our final
breakfast on the Island. I made up pancakes on the swing griddle plate,
with a selection of various toppings. The smell must have woken Master
Brett, because he wandered out of the tent, and when you're built with a
horse dick, it generally gets seen first, "How's my little cock suckers
this morning?" he said as he found a quiet spot to pee, " Fine thank you,"
did you sleep well" " I kept thinking about your sweet mouth and lips, " we
just laughed, "Good because all I could think about was your beautiful
horse cock". We both sat down and ate breakfast whilst it was still
hot. Our first cup of coffee didn't hit the sides, I informed Master Brett
of the plans to break camp later in the morning, giving us enough time to
finish up our notes, and daily reports. We finished breakfast and both took
a shower together, once again touching each other up, and massaging,
teasing, probing and even my nipples got a good working over, being pulled
and twisted, pinched and tweaked, I was moaning like a girl, "I love it
when you squeal like a little Sissy Girl, That reminds me, I have a gift
for you after our shower" Master Brett said as he pinched my nipples one
last time.  We started to break camp, and cleaned up the surrounding area,
stowed our gear, and made sure the island was the way we found it. Prior to
getting on the boat Master Brett, made me kneel in front of him and told me
to close my eyes as he presented me with a small package, " Open it up
first then open your eyes, You have been such a good slut and Sissy Girl ,
you're going to need these". I opened my to find about a dozen pairs of
silky undies, all with my initials, and the words , "property of Master
Brett" embroider on the fine material.

        I was shocked by such a gift and the fact that I was now the
property of Master Brett, but the underwear threw me a bit, Master could
see my puzzled look, then spoke in a firm assertive tone," Your my Bitch,
my property, and under my rule, Whilst at work you're the boss, but under
your work clothing, you will wear these undies, as a reminder of who you
belong to, If during our breaks I check on you and your not wearing them ,
I will punish you, like I did the other night, and I may just do it in
front of the boys or any other BDSM friends we have. Is that clear?". "Yes
Sir, I'm to wear the undies underneath my work clothing at all times, and
expect to be punished if I do not wear them," "You can start by putting on
the pink pair right now, before we get going," once again I had never felt
so conflicted, but also so excited, us I pulled them up my stiffening cock
and arse felt the silky material, I could barely pull the material over my
cock, my work shorts had the same issue, and I had to bend my prick to get
the shorts up. It was the strangest feeling, the silky material glided
between flesh and denim, it was weird but then again fantastic, I just
looked at Master Brett as a smile lit up his face. We gradually weaved our
way through the reef safely and headed back to base as if nothing had
happened, a couple of hours later, we docked the boat, stowed our gear
away, checked in at the office and transferred our notes and
findings. Brett completed his part of the survey and I reported to the Base
Director to give him a run down on the last couple of days, and to find out
what was on our agenda for the following week, and by 6.30pm we were off
for the week end.

      Friday night was fairly quiet compared to the last couple of nights,
but it did me a chance to once again reflect, on my submissive journey, and
really just how lucky I have become. That shy reserved bloke had gone, only
to be replaced by a cock worshipping, arse licking whore of a slave that
belongs to Master Brett. Never in my wildest dreams or fantasies could I
ever have imagined anything this weird or wonderful. I totally immersed
myself in the shower, allowing the endless hot water cascade over me, camp
showers are good but this was much better. I always do my best thinking in
the shower, and it always allowed me to think outside the box. One thought
that crossed my mind was, since Master Brett gave /ordered me to wear silky
undies, and called me a Sissy Girl, why not surprise him for a change, so
grabbing the razor I began shaving my legs, and crutch, and arse, I wasn't
overly hairy to start with, but my smooth legs looked and felt fantastic,
and couldn't wait to draw my new knickers up my legs and arse. I know there
was an invisible barrier or line I just crossed, but Master Brett had given
me more than I could repay him for, perhaps this will cement our bond even
further.

      I went to bed that night, with the biggest hard on, but remember
Master Brett's words, that he owned my cock and cum, and he would be the
one to give me permission to masturbate and cum. My legs and now shaved
pubic area felt great against the sheets as I drifted off to sleep.  The
following morning, I went through my normal routine, coffee, breakfast,
checking my phone, and emails, normal shit different day, but there was one
from Brett, saying the boys were holding a party that night (Saturday) at
8.30 start, BBQ tea, and drinks. And he would pick me up at 7.30pm, be
ready. This wasn't an invitation, this was more like a command, and
Saturday's just got better.

        The rest of the day dragged on, paying bills, shopping, catching up
with friends over the internet, I even treated the car to a wash, they too
get covered in a salt layer in the north, by late afternoon, I found myself
in front of the computer, looking over the clinks Master Brett had sent me,
looking for protocols for mixed BDSM gathers, not that I was sure this was
going to be one, but why take the chance. By 6.00pm I was shit, showered
and shaved, and as per Master Brett's orders, I also gave myself an enema,
just to be on the safe side. I also put my collar on and squeezed on a cock
and ball ring, plus a pair of pink silky undies, I must admit it felt great
having my cock and balls encased in such a fine material, and my arse loved
the feeling as the silk glided under my slacks, it was hard to keep
everything in check. And when the door bell rang at precisely 7.30, I was
more than ready.

      Master Brett looked good as normal, decked out in jeans and a casual
top, "You look very tasty Bitch, let's go", and with that, we drove to the
boys place in the outer suburbs. It was a modest house, but as per normal
it had a gay twist, everything was spotless and modern on the inside, with
lots of one off pieces of art. The interior could have been straight out of
a designer magazine. The boys dressed accordingly for a BBQ, and had
prepared lots of side dishes, and nibbles. And when we arrived, I was one
step back from Master Brett, and the lead attached to my collar was loose
enough, to allow me to greet the boys. Master Brett took the lead off and
allowed me to mingle with the other guest, once they saw whom I belong
too. Before I was allowed to mix with the others, Master Brett whispered in
my ear, " Most of these people are all players, there's a mix of
Submissives and Dominates, I will be watching over you, feel free to
discuss anything about our adventures, but always remind them that you
belong to me". I mix with other Subbies, helped out with the trays of food
and played waiter , bringing drinks to whom ever wanted something, my arse
was touched on numerous times, and my nipples tweaked. But all the time I
was under the watchful eye of my Master, I was given the job of BBQ pit
Master, and given the task to cook up the meat, whilst other Subbies helped
with the salads and side dishes. It was interesting to note how everybody
interacted with each other. When I spoke with other Subbies I found that
their story was very similar to mine, reserved childhood, suppressed, even
bullied, hidden desires and fantasies, and then encountering someone that
brought those feeling out into the open, and of course the gradual
seduction led to eventual devotion to the Master and the BDSM way of life.
The other thing I found out was that most of the Subbies had well paid
jobs, leading roles in the firms, high ranking official that had stress
filled jobs, i.e. Lawyers, Police, even teachers, but once they entered
into a submissive role, they were able to release control, and become the
followers, and willing to do whatever their Dominates wanted. Extremely
simular to the way my journey with Master Brett evolved.

      The party had been going for about 3 hours, with plenty of laughter,
stories and adventures within the BDSM scene, Then one of the boys made an
announcement, and asked everybody to assemble outside in the back garden,
not knowing what was happening, I went with the flow, and joined the
others, one of the other submissives, whispered in my ear that I was going
to love this part of the party.  Tom played master of the ceremony, and
said " we are gathered here tonight to welcome and introduce everybody to
our newest inductee into our lifestyle, So without further to do , we call
upon Master Brett to bring up his new Slave and Bitch, Mark. I was shocked
to say the least, but remembered protocols and joined my Master at the
front of the assembly.

      Master Brett, told me to kneel in front of him, and keep my head up
and look him in the eye, "To all my fellow Dominates and their Slaves, I
wish to present Slave Mark to you, and If his agreeable, I want him to wear
my collar, to make it official, By doing this he will become my property
and under my full protection. And for his part he will obey my every
command and order without question. Do you except my collar Slave Mark?",
"Yes Sir I except your collar and your complete Dominance and control, and
do so willingly." There was loud roar of approval and clapping, I don't
think at any time in my life I was ever this happy, Master Brett pulled me
to my feet, embraced me then passionately kissed me in front of the others.

        Pulling away from the kiss, he said "There was one other part of
the ceremony, Slave Mark take off all your clothing except your undies, and
lay face up on the grass", I did so without question. Master Brett looked
at my shaved legs and smiled approvingly, "Nice choice in undies too Bitch,
now close your eyes, Gentlemen please prepare yourselves". My eyes closed
all I could here was zips being dropped, and feel the guys gather around my
prone body, then I felt the first spray of urine hit my lower legs , the
another stream hit my panties, and before long I was being showered , from
head to toe, in golden nectar, it felt like every drop of alcohol was being
deposited on me, gradually the golden rain stopped, and I was taken to an
outside shower and rinsed off, some of the other Submissives helped dry me
off, also getting a free feel in the process, "Now for the final part of
proceedings, Slave Mark will present his very cute shaved arse to all the
Dominates, so they can spank him, Gentlemen could you all take a chair ,
sit down and Slave Mark will drape himself over your laps," Slave Mark, you
will ask each Dominate to spank your arse, thank them when you're done ,
then move to the next Dominate and repeat the process. Away you go" . I
approached the first Dominate and asked him to please spank me, and then
draped myself over his lap, my cock automatically stiffened, and it was
noticed by everybody to my embarrassment, Master Brett Whispered in my ear
that I had better not cum. So the spanking began , first slowly then
faster, heavier and harder, The Dominate pushed me away, as I thanked him
and moved onto the next Dominate waiting in line, my stiff cock waving as I
moved from one dominate to another. All the Dominates had different styles,
some were flickers, other heavy hitters, some alternated between slapping
and probing, which nearly pushed me over the edge. Master Brett was the
last in line, "Please Master could you please Spank your Bitches arse, I
want to feel your complete control," He trapped my cock between his thighs,
and began his assault on my very hot and sore butt cheeks, he did
everything he could to make me cum, but I resisted, god knows how , but I
didn't cum. The crowd erupted in applause again. Master Brett whispered in
my ear again, well done Bitch, now lay on the ground again, this time with
your eyes open. Again I complied with his demands, now all the Dominates
dropped their pants and stroked their cocks, I witnessed fat cocks , long
skinny ones, cut , uncut , and some cocks were huge, including Master
Brett's, their constant stroking and pulling, and the excitement of
spanking my arse , all took its toll, and it wasn't long before moans of
delight, from all the Dominates, their submissives urging them on , until
the first of many sprays and spurts of cum rained down on me, Once again I
was covered, but this time beautiful delicious cum, " Are you ready Bitch?,
Are your ready to be my little Sissy Bitch?, my panty wearing Slut,"? . My
face was covered in cum, and I raised myself up and said "fuck Yes Sir",
then he plunged his cock deep into my mouth and throat, fucking me until
his roar could be heard by the entire neighbourhood, his cum plastered the
back of my throat, mouth and face, he grabbed his cock, and wiped all the
deposited cum into my waiting mouth, If there was a heaven I was now there,
and in my rightful spot, with a cock in my mouth.

        Master Brett asked me, "Have you had enough?" "Never Master", I
replied, "Correct answer Bitch, now, go have a shower, get dressed, and let
the celebration continue". I made my way to the shower my cock waving in
the air, and each and every participant at the party, congratulated me, and
said how lucky I was, because Master Brett usually never owns permanent,
Slaves or Submissives. And I must have shown some real skills or desire to
please and serve him.  This only caused me to walk a little taller, and
feel twice as proud as I was prior to the Party.

        I rejoined the party as soon as I was dressed, and joined Master
Brett in the lounge, and took my position, kneeling by his side on the
floor, he just nodded his approval and continued his conversation with the
other Dominates. Master Brett, rubbed my head and neck, and also played
with my newly acquired collar. He leaned over to me and whispered that" he
was proud of me, and couldn't be happier that I was his slave and property,
I hope this is what you wanted Bitch, I saw your potential and I just had
to have you all for myself." "Thank you Master, It is exactly what I want,
I can't imagine my life without you".



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