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Never has a road of large detached Victorian houses looked so threatening. Highwalls and ornate gables suggested Gothic terrors within. The pavement was hardand unyielding and my legs stiff and stumbling. The path was not uneven butI was strangely un-coordinated. It was purely the product of mental turmoil.Sweet reason and timid caution warned me against going further but a primitiveforce compelled me forward. I checked the house numbers and realised with aleap of the heart that there were only six gates to go. I tried to calm myselfinto thinking that this was a simple visit to the doctor. Into his hands Imust place myself and take my medicine however hard and spiteful it might taste.Perhaps I could walk on past the door and wander pathetically back into theanodyne World from which I was striving to escape. Suddenly, there was thenumber on the gate, the latch fastened, and mechanically I struggled to openit and walk up the path. Now I knew it was too late. Surely, as I turned toshut the gate I was being watched. I felt acutely self conscious and couldsense eyes boring into my very body. From now on I was no longer myself, normy own.

Even with dry mouth, shaky hands and leaden feet I still managed to climbthe four steps to the imposing front door and rang the bell. An intercom whichI had not noticed buzzed at me from the wall. ?Yes?? it said imperiously. Iblurted out my name, ?Charles Lord,? as if that was all of me I had left. ?Doyou have an appointment?? I did. ?Then go round the house to the surgery andring on that door.? And a brief electronic burp indicated that I was dismissed.Going to the surgery at the side door seemed less daunting than being subjectedto scrutiny on the other side of this Victorian portico.

A buzzer on the wall released the surgery door and I showed myself hesitantlyinto a small tiled waiting room, where there were two cane chairs and a tablewith elderly supplements. There were windows high on the walls and a noticewhich said, ?Please be seated. Doctor will call you as soon as he is available.? Isat and swallowed trying to provoke saliva into my mouth. I could hear my heartbeating in my temples and my breathing seemed to echo off the high walls ofthis small dark room. There was no other sound but the slow ticking of a clockon the wall. Two large wooden doors led out of the waiting room but there wasno indication as to which one was going to open. I strained to hear footsteps,or voices or perhaps even screams from a distant dungeon. But there was nothing.I checked my watch. I was still four minutes early. Perhaps I could go andno-one need know I failed. Only me. I clenched my buttocks and sat up straight.Tuck in your belly and stay, you utter wimp, I ordered myself.

When a door handle rattled I nearly jumped with fright. A door opened inwardsand light spilled into the dark room. A figure whom I could not see clearlysaid quietly,?Do come in.? The voice was deep, but sounded friendly and a littlemelodic. As I stood I felt slightly giddy as if I was floating, not in a dreambut in a disembodied state as if I had lost control of my limbs and will power.And of course I had to some degree. Deep breath and I moved through the whitesurgery door into the sunshine and into my new life.

The figure was wearing an expensive pale charcoal light-weight suit. ?Chas,? hesaid and extended his hand to shake mine warmly and firmly. He was taller thanI had thought and more avuncular in manner. I could not help myself but lookhim over with a swift scrutiny as he gestured to a chair. Being put at my easein such an easy manner was unexpected and threw me a little. I knew we bothwanted something more than a simple sex scene between us but having an introductorydiscussion was unexpected. George seated himself comfortably in his desk chair,set side on to mine. ?So, has it been a struggle to keep our appointment??,he asked with a smile. I looked him frankly in the eyes and let my gaze slipnervously to his lap. ? God, yes,? I admitted suddenly flashing him a grinand feeling better about the shared honesty.

?I have been tossing and turning all night and??I laughed, ?not tossing inthe sexual sense, but through nervous anticipation.?

?Glad you made it?? asked George

?Very much so. Although I am still terribly shaky about what I may have letmyself in for.?

George then said, ?Don't worry, you are in safe hands, I'm a doctor trustme. Just go behind the screen and start to take your clothes off I will bewith you shortly..........? he gestured to a screened off area to one side.The clinical white and steel fittings indicated that a different stage wasbeginning that somehow screamed contradiction to George's friendly re-assuringmanner. It was the word ?start? which confused me slightly as I moved intothe comparative privacy of the screened off area. I took off my jacket andtie and hung them on a hangar. Shoes kicked off and socks removed, I had startedto unbutton my trousers when the screen was suddenly pulled back.

?Now let's take a look at you,? said George in a more businesslike voice.I hesitated for a moment. ?Yes, go on. Down to your briefs.? He stood behindme and watched as I stripped for him and with reddening face turned and presentedmyself for inspection. ?Hands at your side.? He said in a soft voice whichwas re-assuring but brooked no refusal. I stood stiffly to attention with myhands at my side and my boxers blatantly filling with my excitement. I don'tknow why. Was this really the man whose cock I would worship with my mouthwet with want? Was this really the man whose anus I would soon be licking insubservient adoration? My mind was in a state of giddy self disbelief and mybody was tensed in readiness for his command. I tucked my tummy in and breathedin deeply. I lifted my head and yet looked at the floor and tried to controlmy breathing. My buttocks were clenched in honour of his inevitable inspectionand my cock was filling my boxers in hope and submission.

He stood in front of me and I realised how much taller and bigger he was thanme especially as I was barefoot. At first George subjected me to a simple medicalexamination. He checked my pulse, heart, neck, mouth, breathing and asked mequestions about my medical history in a matter of fact way. He lingered ashe pinched my arms and standing behind me rubbed my shoulders, clearly enjoyingmy discomfort. I wasn't sure whether I was being medically checked or lookedover as meat but either way I revelled in the tension of his attentions. Iinhaled his expensive and masculine cologne and responded with a racing pulseto the strength and grip of his hands and large fingers. He was a rower, Ilearned later.

From behind me he ordered me to touch my toes and I did. I was keen to beramrod straight and my erection subsided with the simple realisation of myvulnerability. His hand traced my spinal column, checking each vertebra andthen he slipped down my boxers so they pooled at my feet. I could not preventan intake of breath. His hands traced to my coccyx and stopped. I was bracingmyself for the inevitable slippage between my bum cheeks which I was clenchingtightly in his honour. And he movced in front of me and said ?stand? and shakilyi stood. I was red in the face to be in front of him, nakedly exposed. "Turnyour head to the left and cough" and i felt the slightest pressure onmy balls from his hand placed underneath them "Now to the right and cough" andI did and his medical examination was purely that. Nonetheless i knew whatmore it could have and would be........and when he then said, "All seemsto be in good order but now I will examine you internally. Put your shortson the chair and hop up on the table. Kneel, face down arse high."

Nervously I did as instructed and placed my face forward on the cold leathertop, I could feel my hands trembling as they lay by my head and the cool airon my anus now exposed to view. I heard the snap of latex gloves and involuntarilybraced my bum.

?Put your left knee here,? he said guiding me to spread my legs and placemy knee in a sort of groove, about which he put a Velcro strap to secure itin position. The same was achieved with the right knee which was also strappedin place. ?Now reach forward and hold those handles at the end. And don't letgo unless commanded to do so? I reached forward feeling my back arch higherand my arse protrude lewdly and vulnerably exposed.

A finger probed the skin around my anus, tapping and stroking the soft skinthat surrounded it. ?Have you ever been tested for AIDS?? he asked. ?No?, Imumbled. ?I will test you shortly,? came the reply. ?You can see my test results.I carry out a test regularly. It is negative, of course. Have you ever hadunprotected sex with a man?? ?No.? I said again. ?Turn your head to the leftand place your right cheek on the top,? he ordered, his voice a shade moredictatorial in tone. I obeyed and tried to make myself comfortable, revellingin the attention I was receiving.

?Have you had unprotected sex with a woman??

?Yes, sir,? I replied, feeling myself slipping into the role that I had cravedfor so long. He asked for details which I provided briefly, feeling both mymind and body were being peeled away down to the innermost intimacy of my self.His finger probed my anus firmly but gently gaining entry to the very portalof my arse. It was deliciously sensual and insistent but he did not force entrybut relaxed and his finger left me, making me yearn for more. ?Your arse hasclearly been breached but you say that you have never been buggered by a man.Is that so??

?Yes, sir,? I replied in all honesty.

?What have you had in your arse, then slave?? He was standing beside me, lookingat my face and applying grease to his fingers. I admitted to inserting objectsand he wanted to know their dimensions and frequency. With embarrassment Itold him of the objects I had inserted. He listened carefully questioning mefrom time to time and instructing me to be precise and speak clearly ratherthan mumble my replies.

?When you inserted a bottle in your anus, did this excite you sexually??

?Yes,sir.?

?Did the action involve any particular ritual or fantasy??

?I don't understand ritual, Sir.?

?An act of self-preparation either mental or physical??

?I always imagine I am under someone's control and have no right to resist.I assume the position and attitude of total submission as far as I can in thesituation, on my own.?

?And you enjoy the act and the discomfort of being used anally??

?Yes, sir.?

?So discomfort is certainly exciting but is pain as well? Are you a masochist??

?I don't know Sir, but I think I have masochistic tendencies. I certainlywant to discover how far I can submit to pain for my Master's pleasure.?

And I felt my slave cock swelling in confirmation of this sincerely but nervouslyexpressed admission.

?We will investigate your pain thresholds in due course but for now I wantto check your prostrate and how you respond to the examination, and then Iwill check your penis. So on your back?.? And with that he released my kneerestraints. ?Turn over and lie on your back. Grasp the handles above your headand bring you knees up spread wide each side of your chest. ?

I did as instructed bringing my knees up as high as I could but that was notenough. ?Come on,? he insisted. ?Wriggle your back down the table and presentyour anus for me properly. I expect your bum right up and accessible, wellrounded and pointed at the ceiling.? For the first time he sounded a littleimpatient and I quickly did my best to obey, pushing my bottom up in a totallylewd and surrendered fashion.

?That's better,? he said simply. ?Now let me know how this feels on a scaleof 1 to 12. Anything less than four is still pleasurable but at five it beginsto hurt. Six is discomfort for a few seconds. Seven is pain for 5-15 seconds;eight is pain for up to a minute and above that it makes you cry out and theeffects may last for minutes, hours or days. I hope you won't know 10-12 todaybut you will at another time if you are worth training.?

I felt his index finger at my anus and since it was well greased it gainedeasy entry into my rectum. He stood beside me holding my right knee down inhis left hand to part my buttocks. with his finger lodged well into my arse,he looked at me deep in the eyes. ?Well?? he asked.

The feeling was entirely natural and the way he owned me at that point mademy slave cock fill and stretch across my folded belly.

With embarrassment but submission in my eyes, I looked at him and said simply. ?Threeor four, Sir. There is no pain.?

?Good, I wouldn't have thought so from the state of your anus. It has beenwell stretched. This however might be different.?

And with that he pressed his finger deep into my rectum stretching my anus,probing into me towards my belly and folding his fingers against my partedand unresisting buttock cheeks. Suddenly there was a sharp throb of pain andmy cock jerked in involuntary response to his intrusion. I grimaced and tookcontrol of myself as he withdrew his finger slightly. The throb subsided andI looked at him and said simply, ?That was six, Sir? and hoped I did not seema wimp for admitting it.

?Quite,? he commented. ?your prostrate's fine. But tell me how this feels?? Hewithdrew his index finger and I felt what I imagined were two fingers startingtheir slippery dilation of my anus. They seemed huge and made their way inexorablypast the outer sphincter stretching the ring of muscle mercilessly. ? Well?? heasked impatiently. ?keep telling me how it feels.?

I pushed my bottom up for him and breathed deeply, ?Five Sir? and I lookedup at him and gushed, ?it hurts a little but it feels so good to know you areinside me.?

?And now?? and he pushed steadily into my rectum making me wince as the innerring of muscle was driven open to receive his relentless claiming of my slavery.All I could do was breathe out sharply as I braced myself against his forcefulmastery of my mind and body, saying in a constricted voice, ?Seven Sir, maybeeight,? but I pushed up my buttocks to make myself open to him, knowing thatno pain was too much to bear to prove my willing surrender, indeed urging myselfto push out my arse and suffering as far as I could bear. I held tightly tothe handles above my head and arched my back, straining to lift and part mylegs as the glow of thick intrusion made my belly weak and my legs tremble.I could feel the joints in his fingers distend the channel of my anus bruisingit deeply. His fingers reached into my rectum and the comparative space ofthe inner chamber of my arse. There was a deep ache about the hardness of hishand and all I could say was ?Sir, that's eight but I love it.? The feelingof love had never been so intense in my body and soul and I wanted to declaremy devotion to him as he possessed me.

?Grip with your anus. Try and squeeze my fingers out. Press down and let mefeel what you can do. Imagine you are working my cockshaft to orgasm. Workyour arse on me and make me cum, slave.?

I rocked myself back and forth on his fingers gripping as tightly as I could.Although my body hurt, my mind overruled the pain which seemed to melt awayin my efforts. I knew with joy that this was the true expression of my submission.When pain becomes a measure of one's servitude it is orgiastic pleasure togive one's strength in the tumult of suffering. I bucked my arse onto his fingersand squeezed with all my dwindling energy, tightening my sphincter round hisbeloved hold on my slave channel. ?Master,? I whispered in sweet agony. ?Igive my arse to you, I want to give all of me to you?..? and I yearned to expressin my muttered words and more acutely in my fevered lust filled writhings thelove and giving of my mind and body.

I felt his fingers withdraw and felt relieved and deserted yet still throbbingin my desire to be more conquered and hurt by them. I craved the pain and intimacyof his attention, looking up at him beseechingly. ?I want to examine your slavecock,? he said with cold control. And as I watched him wipe his well greasedfingers on a tissue I knew I was wholly subordinated to his control of my pleasureand pain. I relaxed my stretched thighs and felt my distended anus pulse inresponse to his use of me. My slave cock was full and stretched across my bellyand so eager for his touch and I knew it could not be long before it burstin honour bound surrender to him.

With his left hand he ran his fingers up the length of it, lifting the shaftfrom my belly. ?Lower your legs,? he said simply, releasing his grip and asI lowered my legs so the shaft sprang up and stood out proudly to salute him.I was no longer ashamed of my crude display of arousal but I was suddenly embarrassedby the traces of pre-cum, stringing from my stomach as I looked down at it.I muttered some apology and he remarked that this was natural. ?When I activateyour prostrate it would be abnormal if you didn't ejaculate. I could make youspurt by pressing more inside your rectum, as I might do when I cock fuck yourarse.? He added in a matter of fact voice which made my cock jerk in anticipation.

?Now let's look at your prepuce,? and he raised my cock from my belly andpeeled back the vestiges of circumcised foreskin to examine the cock head.He thumbed my cock slit and prised it slightly open. His masterful grip wasso exciting that my cock was powerfully erect and all the while I was strainingnot to lose control. I breathed hard and he looked at me smiling, ?Ready toburst for me, are you?? and I nodded my head. ?Well keep yourself under controluntil I say you can.? His right hand weighed my testicles and then fondledthem firmly. The slight pain helped me bring myself tightly under control awareof what he could do but without fear that he would be violent to me. ?Haveyou ever undergone CBT?? he asked and I had to reflect for a moment as to whathe meant. ?No, sir,? I replied tensely, realising to what he referred. ?I likemy slaves pouched in leather from time to time. It excites you to feel skinon your skin and a constricting pouch raises libido and thus the speed of yourjerk when you are released. Just think how tightly packed you would be if weput all this in a 3 inch pouch,? and he gripped me and ran his hand firmlyup the length of my shaft, making me buck my arse nearly off the bench as hedid so. ?But don't worry, you can still ejaculate in a pouch. You don't haveto be erect to have orgasm. And when you cum in your pouch, it is less messyand easier for you to lick up afterwards.? He let go of my slave cock and lookeddown as it sprang back into place reaching up across my belly.

?It's a nice cock and clean and just above average length. Show me if youcan squeeze it and make it pulse for me. ? And I squeezed my abdomen and triedto make my glans swell for him. Although I went red in the face the cock didnot grow very much, ?Yes,? he declared, ?as with your arse, you need some trainingbut you have potential.? And he moved away for a moment before returning witha thin whippy 3 foot crop in his now ungloved hands. ?Ever been whipped withone of these?? I shook my head. ?I am going to test your pain threshold withthis, just to take a preliminary check.? His voice was so detached and matterof fact that somehow it did not arouse anxiety. Keep me informed which levelyou reach with each stroke.?

Before I had had time to brace myself he flicked the crop over my nipples.It stung and shocked me but did not hurt. Nonetheless I flinched with fearand began to comprehend the reality of the test. He paused and looked at meenquiringly with impatience in his expression, ?three? I whistled out of clenchedteeth. Again he flicked my tits in almost the same place and it stung sharplybut strangely arousingly. ?Five,? as I caught my breath. He moved his towardsmy thighs. ?Spread your legs,? he ordered and I parted my legs wide makingmy cock strain upwards and rampantly displaying my submissive arousal, twitchinglest it should be the target for his testing. A flick to the right thigh madea painful stripe across the soft flesh. I writhed in response, hanging on tothe handles with all my strength to keep my surrendered posture although Iwanted desperately to protect myself. ?Five,? I whimpered although I nearlyhowled from the shock more than the pain. I watched his arm rise and shut myeyes as a six seared my left thigh sharply. For a moment my cock slackenedunder the glow of agony as the pain washed through my weakening body. And hegripped the glans in fingers of his left hand and asked, ?Ever had your cockwhipped??
?No, sir,? I muttered softly and braced myself in abject horror. ?Keep your eyes open and look me in the face all the time so I can see the hurt in your eyes.? My knees rose independently in a pathetic attempt to protect myself and he told me firmly to put them down. I did so, presenting my body, muscles tight and flat surrendered for his use. Perversely my cock filled in his firm grasp and stood up throbbing as if to beg for punishment for its flagrant excitement. I strove to look at him as he angled his arm and flicked the rampant cock shaft. The pain was not as acute as I feared but I shouted, ?six,? from my pit of fright. ?That was fear not pain,? he observed accurately and slid his hand down over my foreskin to expose my purple shining glans on to which he applied the crop with a stinging rebuke. I bucked under the mind swirling mixture of fear and intense excitement tossed in the maelstrom of the meeting tides of pain and pleasure. As the initial stinging ebbed and the following bruising hurt burned into me I admitted ?Five or six, Master,? but did not know really which level I was at but did know I was totally and willingly surrendering to the hands of a Master craftsman who was making me hugely excited. I looked earnestly into his eyes with adoration and submission supercharged by the straining response in my pulsing cock. ?I am so close to cumming, Sir, so really that is only four,? I declared in short breaths.

?Present your arse for whipping, slave,? he ordered stepping away from me. ?Onyour knees, arse high and rounded.? He put my knees in the restraints and ratchetedthem forward so my arse was projected back, split and exposed for his attention.The cool air on my hot, dilated anus told me I was crudely spread and vulnerablefor him and I was aroused by the way I was available to him.

?I will try to keep the stripes within the 2 ? 6 range but now tell me aboutthis.? And he cut me sharply across the meat of my buttocks with a searingswish of the crop that made me tremble in pain for a full minute of agony.I don't know if I emitted a howl but for a while I thought I would weep tearsas I struggled to show I could take more, whimpering ?Seven, I think, Master,? asI regained my composure. A three and a four to my thighs were a solace butset my mind racing to prove I was not a wimp who could not take a whipping.A five to the join between arse and thighs made me wince and writhe again andI braced myself, arching my back and thrusting out my arse to show my resolveand determination to be a good and worthy slave. Master set a rising tripleof stripes across my buttocks to which I responded with a four, five and sixas I felt the waves of hot pain start to sap my energy and ability to keepquiet and still. For a moment he relented as I coped with the tumult of hurtspreading through my body and into my belly and I was conscious that my cockwas dwindling in lust and pride. What he was looking at I don't know, but suddenlyI was aware that he was stroking my shoulders with his left hand and fondlingthe back of my head as I pressed my sobbing face into the couch. ?Just twomore,? he confided. One to the crack of my arse setting my anus into spasmsof sexual agony which made me want to feel him there again. Then the last striperight across the middle of my cheeks with a venom that made me howl and cryout ?Seven!? as I slumped forward in the glow of achievement and agony. I feltmy arse was zebraed in welts but in reality it was lightly striped with streaksof fire in intense thin lines, which he stroked in appreciation with a tenderhand.

He released my knees from their restraints and told me to get down fomr theexamination couch. Standing in front of me, so calmly and powerfully self-controlledwith the crop still in his right hand, I felt in awe of his presence and commandof me. Naked, abject and subdued with tears in my eyes and so desperately wantingto abase myself further, I looked up to his eyes for approval and acceptance.I could see the glint of lust in his eyes and I wanted so wildly to pleasehim that I was about to kneel before him and offer my mouth in service. Heleant forward and taking my head in his two hands, he kissed my tear wet eyesand then briefly my mouth strongly and possessively, but too quickly for meto respond as I wanted in love. Nonetheless, the expression of affection wasoverwhelming and I wanted to linger and speak my adoration for him. ?Kneel,? hesaid coldly, ?hands behind your back.? And I assumed the submissive positionat his feet.

?You have promise, slave,? he spoke to me wonderfully. ?You need much training,above all orally and anally. You show courage and stamina and I think you havethe will power to learn obedience.? I muttered, ?Yes, Sir? with all my wantand conviction. ?I don't want to break you physically but I will bend yourspirit and make you slave to me with this,? and he whipped me spitefully acrossthe shoulders with the crop that made me flinch and know he had the power todo so. ?Very soon, I will thrash you into submission with this and thereafterregularly remind you of your abject slavery to me. Pay homage to the whip withyour lips.? And he thrust the thin pain giver to my mouth where I licked itslength and spiteful mastery of me in eager and frightening respect. He stoodback, ?Suck the fingers which have already breached you and probed your slavehole.? And he pushed the two fingers that had so recently distended the depthsof my rectum deep into my mouth as I gulped on the length and strength of them. ?Doyou accept my gift of slavery to you?? ?Yes, Sir, ? I breathed in delight andsincerity. ?Kiss my feet and repeat after me,? amd I bent and kissed his shoeswith wet kisses and working tongue, tasting the polished leather in my mouth,repeating after him between breaths, ?I willingly and adoringly submit to youmy master, giving you all that I am in my naked surrender to your power andcommand as your cock slave and worthless servant. Train me, I beg, with whipand correction to be your total slave in mind and body and soul.? Now kissyour Lord cock bulging in my trousers,? and I did rising on my knees to doso, inhaling the scent of his manhood through the material and feeling thestrength of it tight in his groin. I applied dry lips to the bulge and detectedhis firm balls and rising shaft in awe and wanting, hoping that I could serveit in its real live flesh. ?With this cock, I shall break your face and arseto my pleasure but that is for another day if it pleases me. Now prostrateyourself legs in a star with hands still clenched behind your back and tellme your name.? and face down I spread myself on the cold floor and said simply ?Iam your slave and nothing more Sir, proud and honoured to be just that.? ?Indeed,and in your slavery you will know the freedom of expressing your total submissionto your master.?

?Now kneel up and at my feet you will jerk yourself in your master's honour.? AndI knelt up and felt my cock rise as I did. ?you only come under my orders nowslave. You give me everything when you are my slave. You have no rights overany part of your body any more not even your manhood which you give to me,I possess every part of your body inside and out, your soul and mind, everyorifice and above all your cum. When you are ordered to give your cum to yourmaster you hold your balls in your left hand, spread your legs wide and jerkquickly with your right hand, asking permission before you spurt. Understood??

?Yes, sir,? I mumbled in wanton tension as I knelt before him. My hands trembledon my cock and balls waiting for the command to begin. ?Stretch the slave cockin your right hand and pull your slave balls down with the left. Fist it properly,slave. Grip it tight whether it hurts or not and pump yourself quick and hard.I am generous with my slaves but not prepared to wait for the gift of yourcum when I order you to jerk before me. Now pump it hard and let me see yourevel in the kindness which I bestow on you.?

I fisted hard and long, feeling the lust rise swiftly in me bursting frommy belly although the shaft and knob were sore from the whip cuts. I daredshow no delicacy or hesitancy in my giving and began involuntarily to growlunder my breath.

?Twenty strokes are enough for a slave like you. Pump it as if your life dependson it as indeed it does. There is nothing else you can do to please me butmake grovelling gift of your cum lust.? I knew he was watching me closely andlooked up at him in slavish devotion, my grimacing face betraying my abjectsubjection to my master. ?Does it hurt??

?A little, Sir, where it is sore from the whip.? I growled.

?Good, but don't you heed any discomfort in your surge to please me, slave,and don't you cum without permission either. When you are brimming tell me. ? Andsuddenly I was, the flood nearly overwhelming me in my craving to please him.

?Sir, please can I have permission to cum,? I blurted feeling the juice almostrising from my balls.

? Put your fist under the glans and pull the head up for my approval, slavebut don't you dare cum until ordered.?

?Yes Sir,? I grunted, struggling to control myself, tightening my belly asmy hands stretched the shaft to force the cock head up for his scrutiny andcommand.

?Five more pulls,? he ordered ?and count them out loud.? I quivered in desperation.Tightening every muscle of my body, I wanked my slave cock firmly, once, twice,three times and groaned. I held my breath knowing that one more stroke wouldmake me burst. The sense that I was so utterly under his control aroused mewildly, knowing that this most personal of freedoms I was surrendering to him,my Master. ?After five, you may spurt,? he ordered coldly. ?The first in theair and the rest onto my shoes and the floor at my feet, but don't you darewank slave spurt onto my trousers.?

I bent my head and breathing hard, I pulled twice more but only just in timeas my head spun and the cum seemed to erupt from the very pit of my belly,shouting, ?Four, FIVE,? in an agony of furious release. My cock head throbbedviolently from the pent up heat of release centred on the switch mark on itspurple swollen flesh. I have never felt the semen pulse so thickly throughthe cock slit in such glorious release. There was no pain, but the feelingwas more intense than I have ever experienced and there was overwhelming andmagnificent freedom. After the first jet plumed hugely into the air, I bentforward eagerly to show obedience and make my body offered to him. I crouchedand jetted big, once, twice more and then many times more in feebler jerksof slave cum on his shoes which he pushed out for me to anoint. Even in theheat of orgasm, I was bounden to serve him and I shuffled forward on my kneesand aimed my dribble inaccurately onto the floor and to one side then the othertrying to reach his shoes. All I was aware of was my total surrender, slumpedbetween his legs crouched and naked and whimpering with gratitude and devotion.I was suddenly deeply aware of all the given parts of my body from the pulsingof my bruised anus to the pain lines on my chest, thighs, slave cock and stripedbuttocks. For a moment he let me relax and catch my breath and all I couldfeel was overwhelming love and happiness at being so honoured.

He stood back removing himself from my bodily contact with his legs. ?Lick,? Heordered simply and switched me twice across my back, the strokes reaching downacross my waist onto my buttocks one to left and one to right. The pain wasnot intense but it cut through my reverie of gratification and snapped me backinto the reality of my slavery. I whimpered and knew my place immediately. ?Coveryour face with slave spurt from the floor and make sure you collect all ofit.? And I pressed my face to the floor and for the first time in my life lickedslave cum into my mouth. Bitter, smelling lightly of bleach, the cum was notas nasty as I feared and I was willing and energetic in my obedience. Aftera short while of licking the floor, he told me to kneel up and look at him.I knelt up for his inspection. ?You should put more on your face in future.I like to see my slaves humiliated and displaying their cum spurt in theireyes and hair. Now on your belly, slave, legs starred and hands behind yourback and lick my shoes until they shine.?

I prostrated myself and licked in earnest joy to please him. I shuffled forwardon my belly like an animal and stretched my tongue out until it ached, strainingto reach every part on top and side and even under the sole as he lifted hisshoes one at a time for me to clean them totally. I made grunting noises andslurped as loud as I could to show him my eagerness for obedience. After severallong minutes, he ordered me to kneel and looked down at me. I knelt humbleand red faced, looking down and waited.

?You have promise, slave. I will take the blood test and one from your urethrato be on the safe side. Sit on the edge of the couch.? His knowledgeable sureway of taking a blood sample taken from my arm was easy if naturally a littlepainful. The swab from the tip of my penis was uncomfortable and embarrassing.Sitting naked in front of him, legs apart as he approached with a Q-tip inhis hand caused apprehension. I noticed the sticky residue of cum streakedfreshly on my chest, stomach, balls and cock. When he said, ?I want a sampleof your slave spurt so I will push this slightly down into your urethra. Handsbehind your back.? And I knew I was no longer a patient but his slave beingexamined and that aroused me at once. My cock swelled semi-erect even beforehe grasped it and once it was in his strong fist, the fingers prising openmy cock slit, I knew I did not have a penis any more but a slave cock. It rosewantonly and turgid in his grip and did not flinch when he inserted the tipof the bud and pushed it firmly and painfully down into my cock until it nearlydisappeared. I noted the slash of deeper purple on the cock head from wherehe had switched me and he looked at it as well. ?That will bruise and causeyou some discomfort for a few days, as will the switch cut on the shaft.? hesaid bending my slave cock to look more closely. ?But I didn't break the skinand there should be no problems. I don't cause long term damage to my slavesbut call me if it appears to be hurting abnormally. It's when the skin is brokenthat you sometimes might get infection. Wash your switch cuts with antisepticsoap which I will give you and always take scrupulous care with hygiene. Thereare a few rules for you to obey at all times from now on.? He spoke in measuredprecise terms as he put the swab into a bottle and labelled it. The calm clearmanner in which he gave me instructions re-assured me and kindled my trustin him further.

?You will not wank or have any sort of anal play unless ordered. Above allyou will have no other sexual partners without my permission. When you pee,you will crouch. Slaves do not pee like men, standing up, they lower theirpants and crouch. Understood?? I nodded and under his gaze added, ?Yes, Sir.? ?Whenyou shit you will wash yourself with antiseptic soap. You will not use paperas it is abrasive. You will always keep your slave hole immaculate but youwill not give yourself enemas, I will perform that to sure it is done safelyand properly. Diet should be plenty of ruffage, bran, cereal and the like,I can give you a diet sheet; plenty of vegetables and fruit, at least fiveportions a day. As a meat eater, you will eat a maximum of 4 oz of meat twicea week and fish twice a week. No curries or spiced food at all and sparinglywith salt. Drink at least 4 litres of water a day and only one cup of coffeeand one of tea at the most, without sugar and very little milk. Now dress butleave those shorts for me to burn. I will supply you with a pouch next timeyou are summoned but in the meantime no undergarments at all.?

While I dressed, he added, ?I will choose your wardrobe and in due course,if I think it is appropriate, I will supply you with trousers which have arear opening but no fly. They will be very discreet but you will be very selfconscious in them at first. Masters and slaves will recognise them as slavetrousers for they have a zip at the back, but for the most part people willthink they just have a prominent seam. Trousers like that enable me to gainaccess wherever we are and they help you to remember what you are and preventyou from taking a standing pee. Come before me now.? And I walked over to standin front of his desk. ?You please me and I think you have promise as a slave.There is still a long way to go before I am certain I will take you on andin what capacity I may enslave you but you have begun well. Above all you showeagerness and obedience which are good qualities. I will call you in a dayor two to find out how you are and summon you for further training. You maygo now.? I turned to go with a mumbled expression of thanks and he said, ?No.Slaves kneel and make obeisance when they are given leave to depart whereverthey are, in private or public, dressed or naked. You kneel before me and say ?Thankyou master for your time and use of me' and then you place your forehead onthe ground, hands beside your head and wait for dismissal.? I did as instructedand uttered the words with sincere devotion. Once crouched with my foreheadon the ground I could not help but imagine how I would do this in the streetif the occasion arose. As if reading my thoughts he said, ?In Arab countriesthis might not excite attention but in England , you might be embarrassed bydoing this at first. Tant pis! You will get used to it as part of your training.Go.?

And I left his presence, glancing to see him already involved in writing somethingon a pad apparently unmoved by my departure.

The street was giddy with movement again as I walked shaking up to the TubeStation. If anything the pavement was as unsteady beneath my trembling feetas when I had arrived. My mind was filled with joy not dread even if apprehensionmade my heart beat faster.