Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2020 07:43:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: terms and conditions 5

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The alarm went off, waking me from my sleep. I looked at the time 5.30 am.
Why did I set it to go off so early I thought, and as my hand went down to
give my dick a tug the plastic covering reminded me.


Yesterday morning I had left the flat, as Paul Francis, 45 year old single
gay man, when I returned home I was Paul property of Edward Martins, 45
year old slave. Initially I began to think if i could get out of my
situation, Surely I could just not turn up to the office, I knew enough
friends who were into chastity , who would find me a way out of the cage
without having to get Master to unlock.


I realised the fact I was calling him Master, suggested that I was
accepting my slave status. I went to rub my neck, and encountered the
collar that Scott the recruitment agent had placed around it when I was
sucking him off.as i fingered it i felt the tip of my dick rub against the
cage as it got excited about my position.


I lay there, and thought to myself.  Ok Paul You are a slave. Edward
Martins property. A signed contract that obliges me to obey. I then
remembered I had to be in the office by 7.30 That's why i set the alarm


I looked at my iphone. There were four messages from a withheld number


 Morning slave, I hope you slept well.  After your introductory day, your
proper day of employment begins.  I will be less tolerant of not following
orders. Before you shower drink three pints of water.


 If you need to piss, do so into a pint glass, and decant that into a clear
plastic drinking bottle, Bring that to work, if you are thirsty on the tube
drink from it, but make sure you have at least a third of a pint left when
you arrive


Once drunk , shower, cold water only, make sure that everything is clean,
that arse of yuors may get used at any time.


Do not eat anything, Come to work in your slobbiest clothes, - dirty jeans,
jogging bottoms, cum stained t shirt, I'll leave exactly what to you., Oh
yes no underwear. No underwear until I say so. Remember 7.30 in the office.


I left the bedroom, entered the bathroom, and turned on the shower.  This
was my usual routine as I liked to get the water at a nice warm
temperature.  I realised the futility of the exercise but let the cold
water run anyway. After struggling to down three pints of water I
tentatively put half my body under the stream of water. It was really cold,
and I screamed.  How teh fuck was I to get clean if I couldnt even bear 5
seconds of the icy blast of water.  Somehow through sheer will power and
understanding that I had to obey Master I managed to stay under the water
for ten minutes washing everything , well almost everything my dick was at
the moment off limits.  As I stuck my fingers in my arse to make sure it
was clean I felt a twinge of excitement.  I desperately wanted to wank


II warmed myself up with the friction of my towel against my skin.
Suddenly I needed to piss.  I rushed to the kitchen, I grabbed a pint jug
and aimed my enclosed dick into it.  It quickly filled up, a gold amber
liquid. I left it there whilst i considered what to wear. There was a pair
of stinky football socks, not that I ever played football but i used them
at the gym.  It must have been wearing them for at least two weeks.  I put
them to my nose . Yep they were ripe.  There was also a sweaty baggy vest
that I wore when doing gym class, left in the corner damp with sweat after
a rather strenuous HIIT class,, Trousers. I decided on a baggy pair of
jogging pants with a hole in the crotch.  They were also badly stained
having been used as a come towel the previous week when I'd managed to take
home Turks from north London.  It was a walking cum rag.  I decanted the
piss into an Evian bottle, which I had to drink first before the piss could
go in.


The tube journey into Central London was about twenty minutes. I looked
exceedingly different to the smart office worker that I tried to be
yesterday, and one poor woman gagged as i lifted my arm to hold on the
bar. The shame of this was cancelled out by a dark haired beast of a man,
who was almost building out of his trousers who was sitting right next to
where i was standing.  I could see him visibly play with himself as he
looked at me, taking an over exaggerated breath and licking his lips.




That never happened when I dressed as Mr Conservative office worker.


I eventually made it to the office, 7.25, , John, Phil and the others were
already there kneeling, waiting for Master to arrive,