Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2021 18:43:08 +0000 From: subservient bottom Subject: Older and Owned Part 2 This part of the story is total fiction, although it could at least partially be predicting an encounter that may happen. None of these stories would be available without Nifty, so please consider a donation. Any amount helps. Older and Owned Part 2 As I was standing in the corner of the bedroom waiting for Louis to return. I was totally naked, save the cock cage he had put on over my miniscule member. Just as I heard him walk through the door I noticed that my phone and my wallet were on the top of the dresser next to me. I had undressed in the garage earlier and left them in my jacket pocket. "Turn around, Faggot, and let's get you dressed." Then he saw my sideways glance. "Oh, you are wondering about your phone and wallet," he said. "I want to thank you for leaving them so accessible and for not password protecting your phone. I downloaded your contact list to my phone, just in case I want to show your friends the real you. "And I was able to get your home address (Damn, I had hoped to keep it from him) from your driver's license. Also another thank you for carrying your Medicare card. Now I have your Social Security number. That could come in handy." Abruptly, the whole landscape of our relationship had changed. I had been submitting to him willingly and, to be honest, was enjoying it. But now Louis had an even greater advantage. He was in a position to blackmail me. All he had to do was send out that video and my life would be ruined. With my SSN he could learn everything about me. "Oh don't worry," he said. "I have no intention of using any of it." Before I could let out my sigh of relief he added, "Unless I have to." "Oh, God." "In your email I have access to, I see messages from another David account," he said. "I assume that is your main email. I would like the password to that, please." "Oh, Louis, please don't go into that one. It has all my personal and professional contacts. There are some sensitive conversations in there." "I'm sure there are, which is why I want to see them. Now you wouldn't want me to show your friends and colleagues what a slut you are. The password is...?" I had no choice but to give it to him. He punched some numbers into his phone and grinned. "Yup, that works. At first glance some of these emails look interesting. I will study them in more detail later. And I might have some suggestions for me -- or rather you -- to give to your friends. "Oh, and I bet you are one of those older guys who uses the same password for everything important. Am I right?" I hesitated, "No, of course not." "Ah, David. You are a good cocksucker but a lousy liar. With all the information I have about you, it might be fun to poke around and see what I can find." He was right, of course, I did use that password that nobody could ever have guessed, for all my important protected files. "But that is for later," he said, "Now let's get you dressed." Then he stepped aside and showed me what he had laid out on the bed. He picked up a pair of bright pink ladies' panties. "Put these on," Faggot. "They are large but should fit over your cage." They did but were tight enough that there was obviously something on underneath them. The outline of cock cage was clearly visible. "Now this." He handed me a skirt with pleats, the kind cheerleaders used to wear in the 60s. It fit around my waist, but it barely made it 8 inches below my waist. It was so short that I was sure that if I bent over, anyone behind me would get a clear view of my pink panties. "Now let's have a good look at those titties." As I have said before, Louis took some of his ideas from other Nifty stories. In one of them the master had the slave spend ten minutes a day pinching, massaging and rubbing his nipples. The idea was to increase their size so they were visible even under a t-shirt. In the story the master cut holes in the slave's t-shirts, and as he walked around with his piggy-tits hanging out quite noticeably. Passersby were encouraged to play with them, make fun of them and even take selfies with the hapless slave. Inspired by that story, my master had made me work on mine for almost six months. They weren't as prominent as those described in the story. I think the author made up a great deal of that. But there had been a noticeable change and I definitely was sporting a pair of "piggy tits".Again taking a cue from the story, master had cut holes in the shirts I had brought with me. He made me put one on, holes cut in the chest. "My aren't you a pretty sight," he said as he snapped pictures. "Now put on your sneakers, go into the garage, get the lawnmower. Take it out the side door and into the backyard. I will be waiting for you. "Oh, from now on you address me as Master or Sir." I found the lawnmower and took it out to the back as instructed. Of course it was one of those old fashioned push mowers. No power mower for Louis. I saw a fairly big lawn, maybe 800 square feet and it needed to be mowed. He came out onto the back porch, which ran the length of the house and was furnished with a round picnic table, a few chairs, and a couch-swing. In one hand he had a glass of beer an in the other my phone. "The kids I paid to care of the yard while I was gone obviously did not keep up," he said. "I expect you to cut it nice and short. Meanwhile I am going to study your life," he said as he held up the phone. I pushed the mower back and forth across the lawn for about 15 minutes and was getting thirsty. He said it was OK for me to stop and get a drink out of the hose. Just as I was getting back to work I saw a man looking over the fence from the next yard. "Hey, Lou, welcome back. How's it going?, he yelled" "Thanks Paul, things are OK." Paul glanced at me. "I see you've got another helper," he said to Louis. "I've seen you dress them up before, but it looks like you've outdone yourself this time." "Why don't you come over and take a closer look?" Louis said. "Faggot, stand still and let Paul have a look at you." Paul was in his late 50s, a little over six feet tall with a bit of a paunch. He walked over and walked around me and said to Louis, "This one is quite a bit older than your usual, uh, assistants," Paul said. "And the skirt is a nice touch," "Yeah, he's mature. I wanted to make sure the next one was housebroken," Louis said with a chuckle. "Check out what is under that skirt." Paul lifted the skirt. "My, my. Those are hot pink panties." "There's more. Faggot pull your panties down." I did, and Paul took a look at my cage. "That must be the tiniest dick I have ever seen." He stuck a finger through the openings in the cage and started to pet the tip of my cock with it. "Hi there, little one. Is there any life in `ya." My dick slowly began to emerge from my scrotum sac, as he played with it. "What a monster," Paul said with a big laugh. "That must be a whole two inches." "Check out his chest," Louis said. "Those piggy tits took a lot of work." Paul backed up and had himself a good look. "Well if that don't beat all. Those nipples are almost as big as his dick." He twirled my nipples in his fingers, then grabbed one of my "breasts" in each hand. "Man, this feels real good. Lou, you've got yourself quite a toy, here. Are you having one of your parties soon so we can really play with this." "Tomorrow night," he said. "But no reason for you to wait. Has all this messing around made you horny?" "It sure has," he said. "Just ask your faggot here," Meanwhile he took my right hand and guided it to his crotch. I could feel a sizable dick growing underneath his dungarees. "Like that, Faggot?" Paul sneered. When I did not respond Louis said, "Answer the man, Faggot. Tell him you like his cock." "I like this very much." "Would you like to suck it?" Louis asked. "Yes, Sir, I would," I said knowing that was the only possible answer. "On your knees." By this time Paul had unzipped his fly and his semi-erect cock was aimed at my face. I put my lips around the tip then slowly slid my mouth down the shaft. I moved up and down, going farther down each time. He moaned and I picked up the tempo. "That's it, Faggot," Louis yelled from the porch. "I am recording this on your phone so you will have a record." Just what I wanted. Suddenly Paul grabbed my head and started moving me rapidly up and down his cock. "JEEESH, I'M CUMING!!!!" Paul yelled. "Pull your dick out and hose down his face," Louis said, running across the lawn to get a closer view, still filming us with my phone. Paul pulled out from my mouth and unloaded a big stream of cum right onto my face. It was long-lasting as Paul started aiming at my forehead and moved down to my chin. My entire face was covered with his semen. "Excellent," Louis said. Then he finally turned the phone off and lowered it. "Don't you dare rub any of that off. I want to see what you look like when it dries. In the meantime run into the house, go to the refrigerator and bring out two beers for me and Paul. Then finish mowing the lawn. Do it now, move your ass." End of Part 2 Please let me know what you think. I respond to any and all emails. And don't forget that donation to Nifty.