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Chapter Fifteen
'Slaves must worship the temple that is their Owners' body.'
'Orally serving one's Owners is a privilege and an honor.'
'Serving one's Owners orally is not a sexual act; but an act of service'
'Being allowed to serve orally is the highest calling a slave can ever
achieve.'
'A slave will provide oral service in any context required; whether that
be to provide arousal, completion, clean-up, or any other function
requested or desired by its Owner.'
'The genitals and asses of Owners are the altars of their bodily
temples, and slaves will revere them as sacred at all times.'
'When serving orally a slave should only focus on the task at hand and
not be distracted by any unintended pleasures that they may receive in
the performance of their duties.'
These seven lines began to repeat themselves for Tom once Princess Dee
began the FOW task titled 'Oral servitude and worship'. She logged out
for the night as soon as she had clicked the begin task button, leaving
Tom to complete the task before he went to bed. This time he was
surprised that the distraction boxes were not demeaning or degrading to
him. Rather, they were simple statements of 'yummy!', 'delicious'
'heavenly' and 'mmmmm'.
The task took Tom almost an hour and a half to complete. While it was
shorter than the 'Devotional' task, Tom took his time knowing that he
would have to pay for any mistakes he made. When it was complete, Tom
knew he was out another forty-five dollars.
The next morning after another restless night, Tom got up early and
completed the 'Devotional' task again. Before she had logged out the
night before she had made it perfectly clear that for now this would be
the morning task and the 'Oral servitude and worship' task would be done
nightly immediately following his two hours of oral practice.
Tom was relieved to wear his normal clothes and not his 'uniform' as
Princess Dee had called it. It was very awkward for him to slip his
briefs up over the chastity tube and pull on his khakis. His pants-front
appeared to be normal in every way and did not bulge out noticeably from
the infernal device. However, Tom did not feel normal about it at all.
Normal appearance or not, knowing that his penis was imprisoned in the
tube made Tom feel both impotent and inadequate. Somehow, he was no
longer equal in standing to everyone else. He also knew that as time
went on, and the more he endured at Princess Dee's very capable hands,
that his status would continue to diminish. Tom felt very deeply
depressed at this moment; he was not aroused and had no stimulus to
distract him from the fact that she was taking his life away from him.
He would go to the bar and get plastered to help him forget about things
for a while; but he knew that there would be hell to pay afterwards. He
might be able to scrape together a dollar or two of change from around
the house that Princess Dee would not know about. However, it would not
even be enough for a single beer; let alone enough to help him forget
the past week. Besides, at the rate he was owing money to her, he might
need that money for something more important later.
Tom was just about to head out the door for a walk thinking the fresh
air might help him clear his mind when he heard the voice of Princess
Dee come from his computer. "Good morning Tiffany."
Tom groaned and wondered if there would be no respite for him. "Good
morning Princess Dee" he said as he turned and walked over to the desk.
"I see you have completed your assignments. You should be proud of
yourself; you have a real knack for this so far," Princess Dee said.
At first, Tom thought she was just mocking him; but the look on her face
and the sincerity in her voice eased his thoughts. "Thank you Princess
Dee," he replied.
"In fact, I'd say you may have found your true calling. You really are
more submissive than I would have given you credit for," she continued.
Tom was at odds with himself again. As despondent as he was just a few
minutes before, his heart now swelled with pride knowing that she was
pleased with his performance. His emotional yo-yo was back in full
force. Tom wondered why he felt so depressed when he appeared or acted
like a normal person, and so excited or proud when subjected to Princess
Dee's control. Maybe she was right, maybe this was his calling. However,
he just could not bring himself to accept it.
"Well, you have several hours before the Geek Squad shows up to work on
my computer. What say you go grocery shopping? I've already prepared you
a list." Princess Dee said.
Tom was a bit crestfallen. He already knew that her idea of groceries
and his did not mesh. "So much for going out and clearing my mind," Tom
thought to himself.
Princess Dee saw the sullen look on Tom's face. "Oh don't be like that
Tiffy. It'll be fun. In fact, let's make an adventure out of it," she
said. "First, show me your cell phone. I need to see what we're dealing
with here."
Tom reached into his pocket, pulled out his Nokia 1616, and held it up
to the webcam for Princess Dee to see. "Oh my god, seriously?" she
asked. "We really need to get you into the 21st Century slave. I haven't
seen a basic cell phone such as that since the early nineties. While you
are out shopping, I will need to add a Samsung Galaxy Note II to your
mint.com goals. Now give me your number; we will be one the phone with
each other for your shopping adventure."
Tom had a small glimmer of hope. If she called him then he would get her
number. With that information, he might be able to get the police or
someone else to arrest her before she could ruin his life. Surely, they
would arrest her and even if she got bail, then her computer would be in
evidence and he would be safe. As torn as he was about his emotions
during this last week, he decided to play along until he got what he
needed to end this madness. He figured he would be free in just a few
hours.
"Now slave, first things first; go and get your uniform," she told him.
Tom had a shocked expression on his face. Surely, she would not make him
wear that out of his house; would she? Tom moaned aloud, he already knew
that answer to that; but could he risk playing along? Maybe he could put
it on and then take it off when he got in his car. There was no way for
her to know once he left the view of the webcam.
Princess Dee then made Tom put on the pink panties instead of his briefs
and make him put on the bra as well. She then instructed him to put his
pants back on but to go grab a shirt with a pocket on it and bring it
back before putting it on. Tom complied and grabbed one of his darker
and heavier weight shirts out of the closet. He was afraid the pink bra
would show through a lighter colored shirt or that the bra lines would
show through a thinner shirt. Although it should not matter if he snuck
off the bra before he left for the store. He figured it was better to
take every precaution since he knew just how devious Princess Dee could
be.
Tom came back in to the room carrying the shirt and prayed that Princess
Dee would not make him swap it out for another one. He breathed a sigh
of relief when she was satisfied with his selection once he pulled it
on.
"Okay Tiffy, you are almost ready to go out for your adventure. Now, I
see that there is a bus stop about two blocks from your house and after
checking the schedule, I see that the bus should be there in about
fifteen minutes." You had better be on it, so let's make this quick,"
she said.
Tom was stunned and replied "But, I have a car Princess Dee. I can drive
to the store, it will be faster." Tom tried to think of any other excuse
he could use to no avail. So then, he tried to lie outright. "I don't
have any cash Princess Dee and the bus doesn't take debit cards" he
intoned.
Princess Dee just laughed at him and said, "Don't be silly slave, I am
sure you do. I bet if you check in your sock drawer, under your seat or
couch cushions, or in a jar or that clutter drawer that every kitchen
has; that you can come up with the money needed for a round trip bus
ride. But you better hurry up and look. Time is running out. Or do you
want me to make another phone call?"
Tom knew the threat was genuine and scurried around the house to get the
change. While he was in the bedroom, he quickly removed the bra thinking
it was now safe to do so. After a few minutes he had gathered up what he
hoped would be enough for the bus. "So much for that beer," he thought.
"I have the money for the bus Princess Dee. I had best be going if I am
to make that bus." Tom implored. He wanted to get away before she
discovered his little ruse. Unfortunately, she just would not have any
of it.
"Not so fast Tiffy, first pull up your shirt and show me your uniform.
That is, if you are still wearing it" she said. As soon as she saw the
look on his face, she knew she was right and that he had shed the bra.
"That is going to cost you slave; but it wasn't unexpected. Now go and
bring it back here and put it on in front of the webcam again. And don't
you dare try that again!"
Tom hurried back to the bedroom, retrieved the bra, and followed her
instructions. As soon as he donned the bra and shirt, his cell phone
rang. He was disappointed to see it was a blocked number.
"Better answer it Tiffy, if you know what's good for you," he heard
Princess Dee say. So much for tracking her down and calling the police
he thought. Tom sighed and answered.
"Very good Tiffy, now don't hang up...I'm going to give you directions to
follow. First, turn your camera to face your front door. I want to see
you actually leave your house in your uniform, and I will be listening
very closely to ensure you don't try anything funny. Second, you had
better start running it you want to catch that bus," she said.
Tom had no choice but to comply. He could not believe she was forcing
him to leave his house wearing a bra and panties; let alone that he
would have to wear them on a bus or in a store. What would happen if
somebody noticed? On numerous occasions, he had noticed bra or panty
lines on women while he was out shopping. Were his clothes thick enough
and dark enough to hide what was underneath?
Tom turned his camera as instructed and then rapidly walked out his
front door; his last chance of removing the bra closing along with the
door.
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