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Remote Control Slave
Part 9
The two Masters hustled me into the panel van. By some miracle we didn’t come across anyone getting from the apartment to the lot, but I think I was so excited about the trip that I wouldn’t have cared. After all, I was going back to the place where I first obeyed Master and met Cock-Master.
Several times during the drive, the masters up front talked on the cell phone to Master in South Africa. I know it was well after Midnight there. He must want this very much, I thought, to stay up this late. And what about you, I thought…how badly do you want this? You could end up in jailor even badly beaten if the wrong person sees you at the wrong place! I mused.
Somehow I knew that wouldn’t happen...that my Masters would make sure I wasn’t harmed. They could have harmed me numerous times so far in this adventure, and didn’t...even making sure I had food and water, even if it was from an old dog bowl. Piss-Master had gotten into the habit of pissing into the food before putting it on the floor for me, and I had grown not only used to it, but to look forward to it! Certainly he wouldn’t let any harm come to his property.
As we drove, Piss-Master suddenly put his right hand on Cock-Master’s neck and started pulling him down towards his lap.
“Hey, what the fuck….,” Cock-Master objected, but was quickly cut off my Piss-Master.
“I don’t want any shit from you…you may be superior to shithead in the back seat, but up here I’m the top dog, now get that cocksucker mouth of yours over here and show me what you’re worth!”
Cock-Master stopped objecting as his head was forced down. I heard a zipper open, followed by the familiar sounds of sucking, and then deep-throating. I knew from experience how big Piss-Master was, and as I listened to the gagging and slurping wet noise, my own throat pulsed in sympathy.
I was discovering that there seemed to be a pecking order in this new community. Master in S. Africa was at the top (although perhaps even HE had someone above him in rank), and now I had discovered that Piss Master was the sex-boss of Cock -Master. He hummed and moaned softly as his cock was slicked and sucked and milked. When Piss-Master came, he issued an order to Cock-Master.
“Don’t swallow cock-slut! Keep it in your mouth...I want to see it in your mouth. To allow that to happen, he pulled Cock-Master’s head up a bit as he came, allowing Cock-Master’s mouth to fill with his cream. Cock-Master turned his head facing upward and held his mouth open, displaying his winnings.
Another order: “Turn around and feed the shitfaced-slave...he hasn’t had dinner.”
Cock-Master did as told. i turned my head upward and opened my mouth wide to accept the offering, like some baby bird in the nest getting a worm form his momma bird. He spit the majority of it in, then letting the liquid remnants drip in more slowly. Finished, he licked his lips. He was blushing, avoiding my eyes, embarrassed at having been put in a subservient place by another master.
“Say thank you!” ordered Piss-Master. I had my mouth open ready to thank Cock-Master when I realized Piss-Master wasn’t talking to me. He was staring at Cock-Master, and he wanted him to grovel a bit, to say thanks for the load he had received and transferred to me.
“Thank you,” cock-master mumbled, so quietly I wasn’t positive I heard it.
“LOUDER!,” demanded Piss-Master, holding his open hand out in warning, ready to strike cock-master across his cum-streaked cheeks.
“Thank You!” cock-master spat out, loud enough, but with a hit of resentment and even hate. He would obey his new Master, but was not fully accepting his lowered status yet.
As for me, I was happy as could be…the only thing that would have been better would have been me in the front seat going down on Piss-Master. But better second-helpings than none at all. I ate it all, licking my lips and looking longingly at cock master’s lips, still sticky with cum, wishing I could lick them too!
The sheath around my cock suddenly contracted and then eased up several times. Master was working his controls. Then the tit clamps tightened as well, a sample squeeze on each one.
It was already 9:00pm when we pulled into the parking lot, grabbing a spot close to a side entrance to the mall. It would be open for only an hour more.
They opened the back doors and guided me out. I was wearing the pink flip flops. Even in the relative darkness of the lot they seemed to glow.
Piss-Master: “now remember, right tit, you turn right. Left tit left cock squeeze ahead a double squeeze, sit down.” He pointed me toward the double glass doors and there was a sudden squeeze on my cock. I walked ahead, trying to get my footing and walk as if I did this every day. I got to the doors just as two young boys were leaving. One of them held the door open, his mouth equally open as he starred at me. “Shit!” The other boy gasped out loud. Clearly he had a story to tell for the next day in class. I nodded at them and walked into the mall.
As i approached a bench on the way to the food court, there was a sudden double squeeze on the sheath, i turned abruptly and sat down, crossing my legs in a failed attempt to hide my hard-on.
Piss-Master and cock master came up to me, holding out the cell phone. I could see myself in the video display, and knew they were sending the picture to Master a world away. Cock master handed me the phone and walked across the aisle to lean against the wall, still sulking over his sexual demotion, refusing me meet my eyes. Yet I could see a definite bulge in the crotch of his tight black jeans. Maybe cock-master and I had more in common that I would have thought.
“Shit-face!” came has I demand from the cell phone video camera.
“Yes, Sir,” I quietly responded.
“What did I tell you about people talking to you?”
i paused, thinking.
Master continued: “I said if they talked to you, they were your Master too. Isn’t that what I said slut?”
“Yes, sir,” i said, remembering, but not sure where this was going.
“That blond boy spoke to you, didn’t he?”
“Blond boy Sir?”
“Yes stupid the boy who held the door for you! The one who acted like you, were the master or something. He spoke to you!”
I thought about it and remembered. He had said “Shit”.
Both tit clamps suddenly tightened all the way, and the pain was incredible. I love having my tits worked on, but this was excessive pressure! Owwwww, I growled.
“Shut up slut slave! I don’t care if it’s even a single word. I make the rules and my rules say if someone speaks to you treat them as a surrogate master! Accept a present from your sub-Master and then get up and get moving!” Master ordered.
“A snack makes sure you finish it in the next fifteen minutes,” said Piss-Master as he took back the phone and held out a clear plastic bag for me.
Inside were my pubes, which I had cut off at Master’s demand, just before my last trip to the Mall. I reached in, took a handful, and put the coarse hairs in my mouth. Piss Master held the phone outward, broadcasting the picture of me in my slut outfit, eating my own pubic hair as i walked inside the biggest Shopping Mall in the state. I headed for the food court.
To be continued
Part 9
The two Masters hustled me into the panel van. By some miracle we didn’t come across anyone getting from the apartment to the lot, but I think I was so excited about the trip that I wouldn’t have cared. After all, I was going back to the place where I first obeyed Master and met Cock-Master.
Several times during the drive, the masters up front talked on the cell phone to Master in South Africa. I know it was well after Midnight there. He must want this very much, I thought, to stay up this late. And what about you, I thought…how badly do you want this? You could end up in jailor even badly beaten if the wrong person sees you at the wrong place! I mused.
Somehow I knew that wouldn’t happen...that my Masters would make sure I wasn’t harmed. They could have harmed me numerous times so far in this adventure, and didn’t...even making sure I had food and water, even if it was from an old dog bowl. Piss-Master had gotten into the habit of pissing into the food before putting it on the floor for me, and I had grown not only used to it, but to look forward to it! Certainly he wouldn’t let any harm come to his property.
As we drove, Piss-Master suddenly put his right hand on Cock-Master’s neck and started pulling him down towards his lap.
“Hey, what the fuck….,” Cock-Master objected, but was quickly cut off my Piss-Master.
“I don’t want any shit from you…you may be superior to shithead in the back seat, but up here I’m the top dog, now get that cocksucker mouth of yours over here and show me what you’re worth!”
Cock-Master stopped objecting as his head was forced down. I heard a zipper open, followed by the familiar sounds of sucking, and then deep-throating. I knew from experience how big Piss-Master was, and as I listened to the gagging and slurping wet noise, my own throat pulsed in sympathy.
I was discovering that there seemed to be a pecking order in this new community. Master in S. Africa was at the top (although perhaps even HE had someone above him in rank), and now I had discovered that Piss Master was the sex-boss of Cock -Master. He hummed and moaned softly as his cock was slicked and sucked and milked. When Piss-Master came, he issued an order to Cock-Master.
“Don’t swallow cock-slut! Keep it in your mouth...I want to see it in your mouth. To allow that to happen, he pulled Cock-Master’s head up a bit as he came, allowing Cock-Master’s mouth to fill with his cream. Cock-Master turned his head facing upward and held his mouth open, displaying his winnings.
Another order: “Turn around and feed the shitfaced-slave...he hasn’t had dinner.”
Cock-Master did as told. i turned my head upward and opened my mouth wide to accept the offering, like some baby bird in the nest getting a worm form his momma bird. He spit the majority of it in, then letting the liquid remnants drip in more slowly. Finished, he licked his lips. He was blushing, avoiding my eyes, embarrassed at having been put in a subservient place by another master.
“Say thank you!” ordered Piss-Master. I had my mouth open ready to thank Cock-Master when I realized Piss-Master wasn’t talking to me. He was staring at Cock-Master, and he wanted him to grovel a bit, to say thanks for the load he had received and transferred to me.
“Thank you,” cock-master mumbled, so quietly I wasn’t positive I heard it.
“LOUDER!,” demanded Piss-Master, holding his open hand out in warning, ready to strike cock-master across his cum-streaked cheeks.
“Thank You!” cock-master spat out, loud enough, but with a hit of resentment and even hate. He would obey his new Master, but was not fully accepting his lowered status yet.
As for me, I was happy as could be…the only thing that would have been better would have been me in the front seat going down on Piss-Master. But better second-helpings than none at all. I ate it all, licking my lips and looking longingly at cock master’s lips, still sticky with cum, wishing I could lick them too!
The sheath around my cock suddenly contracted and then eased up several times. Master was working his controls. Then the tit clamps tightened as well, a sample squeeze on each one.
It was already 9:00pm when we pulled into the parking lot, grabbing a spot close to a side entrance to the mall. It would be open for only an hour more.
They opened the back doors and guided me out. I was wearing the pink flip flops. Even in the relative darkness of the lot they seemed to glow.
Piss-Master: “now remember, right tit, you turn right. Left tit left cock squeeze ahead a double squeeze, sit down.” He pointed me toward the double glass doors and there was a sudden squeeze on my cock. I walked ahead, trying to get my footing and walk as if I did this every day. I got to the doors just as two young boys were leaving. One of them held the door open, his mouth equally open as he starred at me. “Shit!” The other boy gasped out loud. Clearly he had a story to tell for the next day in class. I nodded at them and walked into the mall.
As i approached a bench on the way to the food court, there was a sudden double squeeze on the sheath, i turned abruptly and sat down, crossing my legs in a failed attempt to hide my hard-on.
Piss-Master and cock master came up to me, holding out the cell phone. I could see myself in the video display, and knew they were sending the picture to Master a world away. Cock master handed me the phone and walked across the aisle to lean against the wall, still sulking over his sexual demotion, refusing me meet my eyes. Yet I could see a definite bulge in the crotch of his tight black jeans. Maybe cock-master and I had more in common that I would have thought.
“Shit-face!” came has I demand from the cell phone video camera.
“Yes, Sir,” I quietly responded.
“What did I tell you about people talking to you?”
i paused, thinking.
Master continued: “I said if they talked to you, they were your Master too. Isn’t that what I said slut?”
“Yes, sir,” i said, remembering, but not sure where this was going.
“That blond boy spoke to you, didn’t he?”
“Blond boy Sir?”
“Yes stupid the boy who held the door for you! The one who acted like you, were the master or something. He spoke to you!”
I thought about it and remembered. He had said “Shit”.
Both tit clamps suddenly tightened all the way, and the pain was incredible. I love having my tits worked on, but this was excessive pressure! Owwwww, I growled.
“Shut up slut slave! I don’t care if it’s even a single word. I make the rules and my rules say if someone speaks to you treat them as a surrogate master! Accept a present from your sub-Master and then get up and get moving!” Master ordered.
“A snack makes sure you finish it in the next fifteen minutes,” said Piss-Master as he took back the phone and held out a clear plastic bag for me.
Inside were my pubes, which I had cut off at Master’s demand, just before my last trip to the Mall. I reached in, took a handful, and put the coarse hairs in my mouth. Piss Master held the phone outward, broadcasting the picture of me in my slut outfit, eating my own pubic hair as i walked inside the biggest Shopping Mall in the state. I headed for the food court.
To be continued
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