Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2020 18:17:18 +0800 From: Ima Slave Subject: Serving the Best Chapter 2 I thank everyone who took the time to read its last contribution and especially those who commented on it. it will incorporate all suggestions approved by Master R as His judgement is infinitely superior to that of this bitch. Any comments made to hisslavebumboi@gmail.com will we welcome As always, if You are not of age (18 or 21 depending on where you are) to read content of a sexual nature, do please come back when You are legal! If descriptions of males being broken down and degraded are offensive to You pretty much any other website on the internet is better suited to Your tastes. Please consider supporting nifty financially if You enjoy its writing. Thank You. Here's the link: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ____________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 Another day dawns. Actually, it's winter here. Dawn will not be around for an hour or so, but it is awake and bf is sleeping in the bed next to it. He will want to fuck later. Not wishing to disturb his slumber it slipped quietly form the bed and crept from the bedroom cursing the door that always sounds so loud when it tries to close it quietly. In the kitchen it knelt and begged permission form Master R to use the toilet, put on clothes and take its morning exercise. it knelt patiently waiting to hear form Master R, listening to the sounds of the traffic from outside and wishing there was less of it. Not the sound but the traffic for it had a plan to execute and the more traffic, tho more the humiliation. Permission granted. B is for body writing Taking the permanent marker it had purchased for this very task it wrote carefully and in big bold letters upon its chest. MASTER, letters 3cm high reached across its chest just above the nipple line and extending from one nipple to the other. Beneath that Master R's full name. it took care to ensure the word was centred, the letters equal to Master R's title, and none of this sloppy shrinking letters as the writing crossed the chest. The apostrophe s deliberately a little smaller to fit under the nipple and beneath that, in lower case, and smaller but still neat letters, what it is...bitch on the uphill side of its round belly. A pair of snug white shorts, probably briefer than most boxer briefs, socks and trainers completed the ensemble, keeping the slave legal but not really concealing the cage which was clearly outlined by the fabric. 6km. It's an hour's walk, 35 minutes when it is fit enough to run all the way. it managed to run, mostly, running towards the oncoming traffic as it headed along the main road towards the big intersection before continuing on smaller roads. it dislikes dog walkers but somehow cyclists are worse. They have lights! And cars emerging from driveways, because they have lights and need to actually pay attention to who or what is on the footpath. 500m from home it had to pass a particular house which occasionally has people sitting out front drinking at all kinds of hours of the day and night. 6am is a perfectly good time for it. They are there. Three of them. Youngish guys. Aboriginal. (it believes that is the preferred term) Don't misunderstand it. it respects them, their culture. The fact that it is their country. it is just one more invader come to steal from them. But there are unsavoury individuals on all walks of life and these guys made it nervous. Because it's half naked. And the other half isn't really all that well covered either. Because it's wearing a dog collar, and not a clerical one. Because its cage clanks when it runs and bulges in its shorts. Because written on its chest is a declaration of faggot-dom. There is only a footpath on one side of the road. Guess which side. And it can't really turn back. Fuck, fuck, fuck. it fears a bashing, a raping, a humiliating. in the end the last one is what it got. "What the fuck??!" "Look at the fucking faggot" "He's fucking boned bro" Mercifully they only talked about it, not to it and the last it heard as it rounded the corner a couple of houses later "Did you see his chest?" How it wished to ground would open up and swallow it whole. it's not ready for this. it manged to get home safely although it took a detour so the Men would not be able to follow it home from the comfort of their front garden. its second task was less eventful. B is for Ballbusting bitch has only limited experience serving in person and with one exception none of them was especially sadistic so it has only limited experience with corporal punishment inflicted by someone who is not motivated to hold back although it has been required to beat its balls from time to time. it got itself ready, music on, trusty wooden spoon to hand naked, caged and collared, naturally. Mother of God that hurt. The skin of the scrotum is thin and sensitive. it wasn't expecting the sharp, stinging pain like being pinged on the face with an elastic band or something. it was expecting the pain to its balls but it didn't really anticipate the building throb that mounted as it beat each testicle in turn, but then there was this sensation in the pit of its stomach. And every strike just multiplied it until it struggled to do the job properly, but it did reach the target it had set for itself before shutting off the camera and curling up in a ball to protect itself. Task three was mild in comparison. Messing with its head instead of its body. B is for blindfold it knelt, clothed as is fitting while at home and pulled a blindfold over its eyes so that it could concentrate better on its thoughts, on its service to Master R, on how fortunate it is to be owned by Him and how far it has come for him. Or not cum. it tries to recall the last it had an orgasm. More than a month had passed since the last time its balls drained in euphoric bliss, pumping and shooting out a load, pretending it's a man. At least, insofar as a man might cum from jerking its penis while riding bf's cock and then consuming its ejaculate from bf's fingers as he feeds it. And now, as it kneels it can feel the cage tighten around the irrelevance between its legs and it begins to throb painfully. In contemplation it realises that it doesn't resent its chastity. it freely gifts every orgasm it doesn't have to Master R and hopes that He will enjoy the pleasure that is reciprocal to its sacrifice. it can hope. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- bitch respectfully begs You to contact it at hisslavebumboi@gmail.com with Your comments or criticisms and it especially begs You to suggest a suitable punishment if You spot any errors. Rest assured that Master R is interested in what You have to say and bitch will be thankful for Your input.