One evening

Master came home and I greeted him in the way I was taught: on my knees, kissing his feet and groin. He sat down in the sofa, sipping on the cold beer I put out for him minutes before he arrived. As I was sitting on my knees next to him, he asked me who decorated me like this...he was referring to the heavy metal collar, ankle shackles and nipple clamps I had on me. “Was it my evil boyfriend, hmm? What did you do to deserve this?” I told him I was caught sniffing underwear from the dirty laundry basket, which resulted in a beating with the tawse and the cane. Not just that but he also used me as his sex toy, ordering me to give him a good rimming. He came all over my face and scooped up his cum and fed it to me.

Master was listening to this with a smile on his face. He pulled on the chain connecting my nipple clamps. “You know you got off easy right? I will have to punish you again for this. Not just because I didn’t give you permission to sniff dirty laundry, but also because you got greedy. I let you smell my underwear every day, and even let you go to bed with it when you’re lucky. Maybe I should stop doing that for a while huh, to make you realise how lucky you are?”

I begged him not to do this; sniffing that manly smell of his is one of my greatest joys. I understood I needed to be punished but I hoped Master would show mercy and refrain from a cruel punishment like that.

He ordered me to go upstairs and get the metal plug in. I always have mixed feelings about this one, once I get it in it feels pretty good, but I have to take my time with it, and I can’t keep it in for long before it gets uncomfortable. I guess this was extra training and maybe also part of the punishment?

When I came downstairs, Master beckoned me to the bathroom where I had to get on my knees in the bathtub. I knew what that meant. “Open your mouth slave!” Master pissed on my face and in my mouth. After he was done, he turned off the lights and went back to the living room, leaving me in total darkness. I knew this was one of his mental punishments; making me feel like an object he can use and discard any time he wants. That thought made my cock grow hard in my chastity device. As the piss slowly dried on my face, I was getting really uncomfortable being on my knees. Well I guess he wanted me to suffer and that was exactly what I was doing.

He probably only left me there for about 15 minutes but it felt like at least and hour. I was so relieved when he came back for me. He still said nothing ,but rinsed me off with the shower hose, threw me a towel and left again. I dried myself off and joined him in the living room.

The salon table was flooded with various instruments of punishment: whips, canes, straps, paddles and even a big wooden brush (probably my most hated object of the lot). Master beckoned me to the sofa and put me in the neck and wrist irons. He relieved me of the nipple clamps, and to my surprise he unlocked my chastity device.

He played with my sore nipples which automatically made my cock rise. I knew what was coming, and it wasn’t pleasure (at least for me). “When was the last time you had a proper wank huh slave? Stroking it to that wonderful climax? That was a long time ago wasn’t it… since then it’s always been the milking machine sucking the cum out of you, whether you wanted it or not. It’s a good reminder that you are no longer in control...that you are no longer allowed to play with yourself like any free man would…” To demonstrate this, he took his cock out and started stroking it. “You miss doing this, don’t you? Hmm, such a hard life for you as a slave…”

He reached for the first instrument of torture of the evening: a little mean thing we called the penis whip. I know very well how mean it is, but for now he just slowly rubs it along my cock. “But it’s your cock that got you into trouble in the first place isn’t it?” He gave me a few quick but hard strokes. Then he took my cock in one hand, and whipped my very sensitive cockhead. I instinctively tried to back away but obviously he wouldn’t let me. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” “No Master!” “Then why is your cock still rock hard? Do I have to punish you for lying as well?” I didn’t really know how to respond to that, so he just continued my torture.

“Wait here slave”, he said, like I was going anywhere in this state. He returned shortly, stuffing a piece of underwear in my mouth, then attaching the athletic cup muzzle, and stuffing it with an extra pair of underwear. “This is what you want, huh?” He’s right; I could both taste and smell his essence. “yeah, take some deep breaths boy…” Doing that completely intoxicated me, it got me high. I moaned and mumbled incoherently, to the amusement of Master. I felt a sudden sting on my arse. It only mildly annoyed me, even amused me in a way, as I was too busy enjoying the smell of underwear to care about anything else. It’s only after a few more strokes that I came back down to earth, to realise that Master was hitting me with the cane, and hitting me hard!

Master continued hitting me, switching from cane to brush to strap, going through all the tools he laid out earlier, not giving me time to adjust to any rhythm. My mind was overwhelmed; the smell of his underwear still tickled the reward center in my brain, but as the beating goes on the pain started to replace any positive feelings. This punishment was supposed to be a mindfuck, a painful one at that, and it was a great success.

Once Master saw I had physically and mentally surrendered, he stopped the beating, took the muzzle and the irons off me, gave me a hug, and let me relax next to him. He allowed me to go to the bathroom, get the plug out, and take a quick shower before dinner.

Dinner, for me at least, was beef ravioli served in the dog bowl. “Oh, and some special sauce for you” - Master spit in the bowl. I thanked him of course.

The abundance of tomato sauce and the order to lick the bowl clean meant my face was far from clean when I was done - much to the amusement of Master and his boyfriend. I just waited next to them on the floor until they finished their meal. Only after I cleaned the table and did my task as dishwasher was I allowed to clean myself up and join them in the living room to watch some TV.

I was used mostly as a footrest but at the end of the evening I was allowed to nuzzle Master’s groin…which eventually lead to him pulling his cock out and ordering me to suck it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him take the cane. He started lightly tapping my arse, which I interpreted as going slow and steady when it came to sucking… as he sped up, I sucked his cock more eagerly. I knew he was enjoying this, but after a short while he pushed me away and beckoned his boyfriend. “I’m not sure you deserve my cum today slave…”. His boyfriend continued my job and finished Master off. Instead of swallowing, he surprised me by kissing me and sharing the load. Master approved and delighted in watching us.

“Time for bed”, Master declared. I was sent to the bathroom, but before I went upstairs, I asked Master for my before-bed beating. He took mercy on me after all I went through that day and only gave me 5 quick-but-hard strokes. Once in bed, he put some handcuffs on me, made sure my chastity device was secure, and attached the ankle chain to the bed. He kissed me goodnight and left me to enjoy my nightly captivity and sore arse…

a little story

Sir orders me to get naked and use the metal plug. After I get it in, he tells me to put on the kneepads, and kneel in the living room next to the TV. I hear the clanking of metal - it surely means he'll put me in irons, but which ones? Soon I feel the metal around my neck and wrists. To finish it off, he makes me wear a hood. "You're going to be our little gimp tonight aren't you? Spread your legs and bend over so we can see that plug in your arse. Good. Now stay like that."

As Sir and his boyfriend watch TV, I wonder for how long I have to be in this position, as it's far from comfortable. It would have been even worse if I didn't have the kneepads, but still, it's a lot of stress on my knees and back. I try to keep the same position but it's almost impossible, it's not long before I start sweating and being quite uncomfortable.

"Not easy is it? But you can stay like that a little longer." I try to motivate myself by thinking I'm suffering for Sir's entertainment and that's the way it should be. Pain is submission. I feel my cock getting hard from that line of thinking, but it is only a fleeting distraction.
"Gimp boy! Come over here". Finally. He releases me from the irons and I'm allowed to rest my head in his lap. For a few short minutes at least. "Up." Sir starts playing with my nipples, increasing the intensity until I moan. "Oh we've only just begun, gimp. And shut the fuck up, my boyfriend is trying to watch TV".

He continues tormenting my nipples, and I can't help crying out a second time. "You little bitch, you're going to pay for that. Get up, and bend over the sofa." I obey and it's not long before I feel the sting of the cane on my arse. I try to stay quiet but a hit on that tender spot where my upper leg and arse cheeks meet, makes me cry out. I apologise and he stops. Not saying a word he pulls me up and stuffs his underwear in my mouth. He pushes me back over the sofa for another assault, this time my legs and back aren't spared either.

"What do you think, has he had enough as a punishment for disturbing you?" His boyfriend, ever the one teasing me and getting me into trouble, replies "no, just a bit more...". Again the cane and my skin interact. The cane wins.

After the assault is over, the wrist and neck irons are put on me again, and I'm guided back to the place next to the tv. "Do you like our improved gimp? Those red stripes on his skin are all the fashion now I hear."
At the next commercial break, I'm being told to face them. I see Sir approaching me with heavy clover clamps in his hand. "We're going to decorate our gimp a little more, hmm?" He plays with my nipples a bit before applying the clamps. He closes the zipper on the hood so now I'm blind and oblivious of what will come next.

I feel him fidgeting with the clamps - I'm guessing he is putting a bit of string on them so he can pull on the clamps while he's sitting in the sofa. My guess is right. Every so often there's a pull on the clamps and every time an involuntary noise escapes my underwear-gagged mouth. They both find this highly amusing.

After a while, the random pulling stops, and I hear some rather suspicious but familiar sloppy sounds... they are enjoying themselves and forgot all about me. That is the way it should be, I think, I am just an object, a toy, something that exists only for their entertainment. They use me when they feel like it. They don't use me when they have better things to do. That is my lot in life.

It's not easy being a gimp. But it can be damn horny.

Story: Tim enslaved

Rome has never Fallen! 

Ever! Don't they know that the fools! For thousands of years embracing the Earth. Like a boa constrictor, squashing all to mold it at its own image. So who cares if Flanders is not free? Is any one free? Did the nationalists had to raise up? Is that why I am chained in this slave market chained to a marble slab waiting my fate? Tim felt bitter about all he had lost. Him who only ever wanted to live in peace. 

Someone showed interest in him. The slave master pulled him by his chain and started manhandling him showing of his virtues. Tim despised him. His Latin was atrocious...nothing but an educated barbarian brought to do Romes dirty work.

-"Tite ole sir see..tite ole."
Tim corrected him sardonically..he was a scholar after all. If he was to be sold he would be sold with proper Latin!
-"Tight Hole!"
Both purchaser and slavemaster stopped.
The purchaser laughed and moved on.
The slavemaster...no more than a brute hit Tim. 
"Cunt ass ole! I ill sel u to brothel not school!"
Tim fell while the brute kept kicking him in the ribs.

A roman pulled the brute away from Tim.
He laughed as he did it and told the slave master: "Friend, don't damage your own merchandise! Look, who will want to buy him like that all bloody? They will think he is one of those no one can control!"
"I will offer you 5000 euros for him!"
"No sir. he good slave. Do all service! Not complain like dog. 10000 euros sir."
"I will meet you half way as your rebel stands there no better than a mine slave. 7500. It is my last offer."

Tim watched the two barter for his life, sick to the stomach. A price was arranged and the slavemaster ridiculously thanked and bowed, awarding fake blessings to the buyer and his family.

"Follow me boy! I am Iosephus and you belong to me now."
Tim followed the man, half limping from his beating. 
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes dominus", Tim lowered his eyes. He had not eaten in two days.
The man opened his bag and gave him a sandwich.

"You smell boy!...Take your rags off. I bet they haven't washed you since they dragged you from your home.
What, you are ashamed? Strip or I will have to take my belt to you. I will buy you some clothes on the way".

Tim stripped naked and walked behind his owner in the middle of town trying to cover his modesty as best as he could. People looked at him snickering. Probably thinking he deserved nothing better for being a rebellious flem.

The dominus stopped in one of those cheap shops that sells second hand clothes and bought a few pieces. He also asked the owner for a bucket of water and with no warning just poured it down Tim's body. It was freezing.
"Scrub your self boy!" A couple more buckets were brought out and for the laughter of the passers by poured down Tim's shivering body.
"Now put these on". Tim dressed up quickly, wanting for his humiliation to stop. "Now you can enter my car without soiling it."

Sitting by the car a thin tall young man wearing a slave collar. He looked well fed and even got a pat on his head as he opened the door respectfully to his master. 
"Good boy Tom. Take us home...I decided to buy a wretched before he lost his life to his well educated Latin tongue."

Tom had a quick look at Tim with slight disgust. The few buckets of water had done just a bit of good to Tim's figure and was probably thinking about the seats he would have to clean again once arriving home. But he made no complaint.

Tim was tired and soon after seating in the car he fell asleep. He was just too tired to fight.

He dreamt about Peter. Not the Peter tied down in the market, beaten and naked, just moments before being taken away, but the handsome young man that had allowed Tim to take his virginity. Tim regretted the most not being able to protect those he loved.

When he woke up the car was stopping by a hotel.

The master did the check in and him and the other slave followed him to the room. While the dominus went downstairs to eat in the restaurant, a hotel servant brought two metal plates with food for the two slaves. Tim just looked at Tom too numb to ask anything. Tom just said: "don't worry. dominus is a good man he won't hit you if don't give him a reason and he always feeds his slaves properly". He ate with pleasure savouring each morsel of the simple food and keeping his eyes on Tom.

Tom had meanwhile removed his clothes and went for a quick shower...he returned naked...so handsome...no bruises visible on his body...maybe he was right. Tom even put the TV on. News showing the last rebellious strongholds falling and the Imperial decrees enslaving the whole of the Flemish population condemned as rebellious ungrateful dogs.
Tim felt like weeping but even for that he had no strength.

Master came back and was helped by Tom to strip and shower. Tim looked at his owners naked body...a hard on as Tom massaged his feet. Tom got a kiss...a tender one, and as if he was used to it layed on the bed tummy down and legs slightly opened.

"Make no noise boy". From his position on the floor Tim could clearly see his owners cock burying itself into the lads arse hole...he moaned a bit though but only got a stern shush from the master. It lasted for a while...until the master grunted satisfied and rolled on the bed. He was about to get out of the bed to lay on the floor, with no doubt a usual place for him to sleep when travelling with his master but master pulled him back.

"Turn the lights off, you are sleeping in bed tonight." The dominus embraced his slave and even kissed the back of his head.

Tim was transfixed...Was that how it had looked when he had pushed his cock into Peters virgin tight hole. He remembered his little buddy biting the pillow and fighting not to moan in pain...he remembered how it felt to fuck such a tight boy. How he became an animal towards the end and didn't even stopped fucking Peter when the pain was too much and he asked him to stop.

Tim knew he would feel what Peter felt. He knew it was a matter of time.

He fell asleep on the floor thinking about Peter...and Tom and his masters fat cock fucking Tom or was it Peter...or himself?

Tomorrow it would be another day...Tim felt the wet patch on his briefs, sighed and fell asleep.

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This was a story that J wrote for me, some time after I first visited him. It randomly came into my thoughts again a month ago, and I thought it was too good not to show other people. Last week I told J he should start his own blog to publish stories like this, but he gave me permission to post it on my blog.
I really love the story - I guess mostly because there's quite a bit of personal stuff in it, but also because the writing style is very exciting, I really do think he's a better writer than I am. It's also a rather atypical BDSM/slave story, the alternative present setting makes it very interesting .
"Will the story be continued?" I hear some of you ask (yes, I hear voices in my head). Depends on J of course, I already know how it 'ends' in a way, but there's a long way to go with potentially plenty of adventures for the poor (or lucky!) slave.
Feel free to tell me what you think of the story :)

Story: Skin part 5

(continued from part 4)

In my last update, I said it would only be a matter of time before I got in some sort of trouble that would get me a hard punishment, and that's what happened. About three weeks in my new chastity period, I was getting seriously bored and annoyed at my cock being locked up. So I straight up asked Master Thomas if I had to be in chastity any longer. I knew it would very likely get me into trouble, but I was so annoyed and I guess angry as well. "Boy, you're getting punished for that, I told you not to complain about anything chastity related unless you're having a medical problem with it". Before I knew it, I blurted out "But I didn't complain, I just ASKED."

Story: Skin part 4

(continued from part 3-2)

After collaring me, Master Thomas told me that next weekend, we would do some "fun activities" to celebrate my collaring, including going to a fetish event and meeting up with the other boys he collared. I already met Dan but there were two I haven't met yet.

Story: Skin part 3-2

(continued from part 3-1)

As we slowly woke up, Master Thomas ordered me in his bed, and we cuddled a bit before he kicked me out to make breakfast for him. I brought it to him on his bed, then he took a shower while I waited for him. Then finally I was allowed my breakfast: corn flakes and milk, obviously served in my dog bowl.

He wasn't in the mood for play that morning, so he did something else: he mummified me in plastic wrap on his bed. He stayed close to me in case something went wrong. Nothing did, I enjoyed it and I stayed like that for over two hours.

In the afternoon he tied me to his bed again, and blindfolded and gagged me. After a while I heard the doorbell and assumed the other boy, Dan, was there. I heard both of them talk but couldn't understand much. I could hear both guys enter the room. Soon I felt hands running over my body, playing with my nipples and tickling my feet. "A very nice boy, Sir." Master Thomas made a disapproving sound and said "well of course he is, I only pick up nice boys." Dan laughed, "Yes Sir, sorry Sir". The unfamiliar hands continued playing with my body, tickling me at times, then pinching my nipples, or softly tapping my balls. He licked my ears and nose, before stopping and asking Master "Did you come on his face? I'm tasting cum." "Yes boy, last night. Don't lick it all up now you hear!"

After a while my gag and blindfold were removed, and I could finally see the other boy. He was a hot boy in his early 20s, blue eyes, shaved head, completely naked apart from a chain around his neck and a small metal chastity device. On closer inspection I also saw he had his nipples pierced, with a small barbell in each one. It looked very cute on him. But the cutest part about him was definitely his smile when he saw me look up at him, a sort of child-like, devious smile.

Master Thomas untied me, and left us alone so we "could get to know each other a bit better". We talked a bit, sharing experiences, but soon enough lust took over and we couldn't keep our hands (or tongues) of each other. It was hot but of course it didn't lead to anything, since we were both locked in chastity. Dan was more "advanced" than me, a couple of months ago he begged Master Thomas to lock him up and keep him in chastity for at least 6 months. This was month 4, and although he sometimes regrets not being able to masturbate, overall he is happy he did it and is very grateful to Master. I very much admired his determination, and I wondered if I could ever go without orgasm for so long...it had only been two weeks and it was already driving me crazy!

We were so wrapped up in our lust towards each other that we didn't notice Master Thomas was in the room with us. After a while he spoke up: "That's quite enough! I leave you two alone for a few minutes and you are going at each other like animals. Good thing you're both in chastity. But I'll have to teach you some manners won't I?" Well, I guess we both knew something like that would happen; but even after we each had 10 painful strokes of the cane, we were happy we got to spend sometime together.

"Now then, we have some work to do don't we?" I knew this was related to getting my haircut. I was tied to a chair, and got duct tape over my mouth. Dan shaved my head (a number one) while Master took pictures.  I definitely had mixed feelings, it was a hot experience being shaved while tied up, but...my hair!! But both commented that I looked great like this, and that I now was a proper boy... but as Master said, I still wasn't a true skinhead boy, and haven't deserved wearing skinhead gear yet (a privilege Dan did have). This was just my first step towards being a proper skinhead boy.

For the rest of the day Dan and I were put in puppy gear, and it was fun. I learned a lot from Dan like this, and even though he was clearly the alpha pup, I didn't feel like I was any less than him, I was just a younger pup who still had lots to learn. Even though we mostly played amongst each other Master also got involved. He often made comments like "this house is too small for two wild pups!" but I know he enjoyed our play as well. He even gave us a pair of old sneakers of his we could sniff and play with.

That night we both got to sleep in Master's room, but in the morning we were both allowed to get into his bed to cuddle up. Then we were both told to get breakfast ready for him.

And just like the day before I was mummified again, together with Dan. Only this time I got a gasmask on for a while, and Master occasionally teased and tickled me, just like with Dan.

We had another bondage session in the afternoon. This time, Dan was tied up, gagged and blindfolded, and I could have my fun with him. And I did have a lot of fun, particularly because he's very ticklish. I knew he's probably pay me back next time I was tied up, but I was having so much fun I didn't care about that.

After a while Master stopped me, undid Dan's gag, and handcuffed me. "Now look closely boy", he said to me, "because next time it will be you lying here and suffering through this, and I want you to be prepared". He pushed his cock in Dan's mouth, and told him to suck it. He was teasing Dan verbally in a similar way he teased me earlier that weekend, telling Dan he's nothing but a cocksucker, and that he's lucky he gets to suck his Master's cock, and also that he would cum in his mouth this time. He really started fucking his mouth, pulling back a bit whenever Dan had trouble taking him, but he still went on and on, until he came in Dan's mouth. He told him not to swallow, but keep the cum in his mouth.

Then he order me over, and told me to get my tongue in Dan's mouth, until we both got an equal amount of cum in our mouths. I tried my best but it was quite hard, and quite obvious that Dan would still have the most amount of cum. With Dan still tied up, I got a beating with the cane for "not trying hard enough". The beating wasn't that hard so it was a sort of "fake" punishment, and I got a big hug afterwards anyway. And when Dan was free, that silly boy started licking my ass, right were the cane had hit.

We all cuddled up, talking about what happened this weekend, and if we should do it again. We all agreed it was a great weekend, and Dan and I got along well, so we all agreed we should definitely meet up again for some more fun.

Dan left earlier than me, so I could see him wearing his skinhead gear. He looked very hot in his cherry boots, bleachers and white Fred Perry polo. I couldn't help but ask Master Thomas permission to lick Dan's boots. "Yes boy, lick them, make them shine...Dan might be a boy, but he's allowed to wear boots, and you're not. Therefor Dan is your superior, and it's only natural that you lick his boots, like you would mine."
After a while I ended up both licking his boots and Master's feet, with Dan using his boots to push me around a bit, and to hold me down on the floor while I was licking Master's feet. It made me feel very submissive and I was in my own little subspace for a while. They kept teasing and humiliating me, I can't remember everything they said but I'm sure Master said he would introduce me to his skinhead friends simply as "boot licker" and that my job would be making sure that all of their boots are kept clean. Was he just saying that because he knew I'd find that humiliating, or would this actually happen at some point?

We had to let Dan go (unfortunately), and I put my clothes back on after a weekend of staying naked. Normally this is the point where he removes my neck chain, but now he just stood there, arms crossed, smiling at me. "Does that mean...?" He nodded, I fell to my knees to kiss his feet again, but he pulled me up, kissed me and gave me a big hug. "You're a good boy, and I want you to be my boy".

As I went home with a big smile on my face, I realised he hadn't let me cum, but the amount of fun we had more than made up for that!

(End of part 3 - continues in part 4)
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If you liked the story you should all send a thank you note to Tskin Boot, as he ordered me to write this, and partly inspired me.

Story: Skin part 3-1

(part 1, part 2)

Since my last update, I've been to Master Thomas two times. Like I said, I had to wear a CB2000 chastity device, and he took the key. He has made it clear that I lost all control over my cock, and that he will decide when (or if!) I deserve an orgasm. He said it plays an integral part in my submission to him.

The first time I was with him, he allowed me to orgasm, but only after he had given me a hard spanking, some CBT and nipple torture. In fact, he ordered me to masturbate while he was playing with my nipples. "Boy, I'm going to torture your nipples harder and harder, until you cum. So you better come quickly if you don't want to suffer too much!" The play got quite hard before I came, and it was quite a weird experience to have pain and pleasure at the same time. It didn't end there though, with one hand he continued hurting my nipples, with the other he rubbed my sensitive cockhead. It was agony! I still remember what Master Thomas said afterwards: "See boy, you love the pain. You get off on it. You're a masochist. From now on, all your orgasms will be accompanied by pain. And you will love it."

The second time, it was somewhat similar but now he had me tied up, and he was masturbating me. He told me to warn him when I was getting close, and I did. He immediately stopped. "No orgasm for you today, boy". I begged him to finish me off, even after he told me to shut up. He ended up gagging me, telling me that with an attitude like that, I certainly didn't deserve an orgasm, not at that time and not in the near future.
I had so many mixed emotions. I felt like crying, I was angry at him, but at the same time, I had never felt so submissive, and I had never felt so much love for him. His power over me was growing, and I liked it.
He left me alone for about half an hour. When he came back he asked me if I cooled down a bit,  I nodded my head and he untied me. I fell to my knees in front of him and kissed his feet while thanking him. "See boy," he said while rubbing my head, "this is for your own good. I know it's not easy, but it's the only way you'll ever be a good submissive boy. You understand that don't you?" I did, and I thanked him again. It gave me a weird feeling, but I knew he was right.

It was about time that I stayed with him for a whole weekend. Luckily this came only a week later, as my horniness was driving me crazy. I had never been more than a week without orgasm ever since I started masturbating, so two weeks was a new record.
He told me what would happen that weekend: there would be lots of puppy play, and he would have another boy over to help with my 'haircut'. But no guarantee of an orgasm!

On Friday evening, I went to his place and we started our usual ritual: I come in and immediately start licking his boots, until he tells me to stop and strip. He takes away my clothes and locks a chain around my neck. This time I also had to put on the knee pads right away, as I would spend most of my weekend on my knees.
Master Thomas looked fantastic; he was wearing his black Dr. Martin 14 hole boots, and long black leather trousers with a red stripe on the side. He was not wearing a T-shirt or top of any kind, which made his look even more sexualised.

I followed him to the sofa, and he instructed me to be on my knees and elbows, and keep my head down until I got permission to move. It was a very submissive position to be in, and for me it was hard because I wanted to be close to him, but obviously he's the boss. After a (long!) while he finally ordered me to come up to him.
The first thing he did was give me my "welcome spanking" as he calls it. He didn't stop until he was satisfied with the colour of my ass (a nice glowing shade of red). Then he ordered me to lick his nipples. "Lick them, and you can bite them...not to hard, or you'll get punished. And not to soft, or you'll get punished." So basically he put me in another no-win scenario. Great! I did my best and he gave me some instructions as well, and I was happy when he eventually said "you're pretty good at this boy...I won't punish you this time..."

"In fact, since I'm in a good mood, I'll give you a reward. What do you want as a reward, boy?"
I didn't have to think long. "Can I....can I please suck your dick, Sir?"
"Why did you hesitate, boy? Is this what you really want, or are you lying to me?"
"No! I mean....Sir, please, I really want to suck your dick."
"I don't believe you boy...you'll have to work harder to convince me. Tell me that you're a cocksucker, tell me how much you want to suck my cock."
The next few minutes were thoroughly embarrassing for me. I had to keep saying I'm a cocksucker, and tell him how much I love to suck cock, and how much I wanted his cock in my mouth.

He got his cock out and started playing with it. "Is this what you want, hmm
I did my best following his orders, and I was happy to see (well, mostly feel) what kind of an effect it had on him. As I followed his instructions, his dick got harder and harder and his moans of approval were like music to my ears.

It didn't take that long before he said "I'm going to cum boy, stop sucking, I want to cum on your face." And he did. When he finished shooting, there was cum in my hair, on my forehead, on my nose and on my cheeks, slowly dripping down to my chin. "Haha, that's a nice sight. Wait, I'll get my camera!" He took some pictures of me before the rubbing the cum all over my face. "Boy, you have no permission to wash your face this weekend. You will stay like this until Sunday evening, understand?" I nodded "Yes Sir."

"I'm going to make dinner, but you're going to stay in pup mode until tomorrow morning." After getting the pup attributes he lubed up my ass and inserted the doggy tail plug, and strapped the muzzle to my head. He then ordered me in a dog cage, the first time I had been in it. It wasn't that big, but it wasn't too uncomfortable to lay in sideways. Still, I hoped he allowed me to sleep outside the cage tonight.
I heard him make dinner in the kitchen, and after a while he came in the living room with two dog bowls, one had dinner (rice with spicy chicken) and the other had some lemonade. At least I got human food! I finished both bowls which got me a "good boy!" and a rub over my head. Of course I started wagging my tail like crazy.

He allowed me to sit with him (on the floor of course!) while he watched TV for the rest of the evening. He removed his boots and socks, and I stole one of his socks so I could sniff it some more. That got me a slap on my nose, but only for stealing it, as he allowed me to play with them after all. I loved smelling his feet as well, and after a while I actually fell asleep right at his feet.
He woke me up to go to bed properly. I could sleep in his room, he had a sort of big doggy pillow on which I could sleep, and I was allowed a light blanket as well. He did remove the plug and muzzle as he wanted me to have a good night's sleep, since we would have a busy day tomorrow!

(continues in part 3-2)

Story: Skin part 2

Just another normal Thursday evening again. I suppose I should consider it normal, this is the third Thursday where I’m meeting up with...Sir, I guess (I don’t know his name, and I haven’t even asked him how I should properly address him). As he instructed, I’m wearing no underwear, and my chest and pubes are completely hairless. I even did his ‘homework’; which was licking and sucking a dildo every day. The first three days, I felt very silly. After that, I masturbated while doing that, obviously feeling stupid afterwards, but realising I truly did wish it was his cock in my mouth.

We arrive at ‘our’ spot, and spontaneously fall to my knees and start licking his boots.
“You’re very eager tonight....maybe it’s time to learn you some new tricks, boy”. He orders me to stand up and close my eyes. I hear something rattling and feel him putting something cold around my neck. He’s putting a chain around my neck, I can feel him closing the chain with a lock.
“Much better. Open your eyes boy, and follow me”. After a couple of minutes we arrived at his place.

“Now boy, there are a couple of rules when you are here. First of all, unless I order otherwise, you should be naked at all times. So, strip!” It wasn’t the first time someone gave me that command, and I’ve learned that being naked in front of a ‘stranger’ is something that turns me on but still find somewhat humiliating.
About a minute later, the only item on my body was the chain around my neck. He stood behind me and starting inspecting my body. He ran his hands over about every square inch of my body, from my head to my toes. He paid special attention to my nipples and balls, giving them a good squeeze now and then.

After a while he ordered me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. He told me to hold that position, while he fetched some items. When he came back he asked me about how experienced I was anally. I said I wasn’t experienced at all. I could feel him putting some lube around my hole, and softly slid a finger inside. “That’s a very tight hole boy...” He went deeper and before long he was using two fingers to gently fuck me. I was embarrassed by this invasion, but my dick was rock hard. He noticed this and laughed. “Enjoying yourself boy? Good, this is only the very beginning of your anal training...” He removed his fingers and inserted a small butt plug. “You’ll be wearing that until you leave so you better get used to it!”

After putting away the gloves and lube, he lead me to his sofa and ordered me to kneel. He took off his jeans and sat down. “Here boy”, he pointed at his groin. When I started moving closer, he put one hand on my head and forced me into his groin. “Sniff it, boy, learn the smell of your master...” I took a few deep breaths, which also relaxed me a bit more. I started softly nudging his cock and balls with my nose, and I could feel he was getting harder and harder. He also stopped pushing my head down, and was just stroking my hair. I felt more and more relaxed, but still horny from the way he treated me, and I realised I really loved being in this position, me being close to his cock and smelling that manly scent of his.

I was just about to ask him if I could suck his cock, but he cut me off. “No, I know what you want, but it won’t happen now. Next time you can show off your cocksucking skills - or lack thereof (he smiled), today I just want to see you submit to me.” He let me sniff his groin for quite some time, but eventually my knees started hurting. Sir noticed this; “seeing as you liked being in that position so much, next time I’ll get you to wear knee pads. Now sit on the floor and relax boy!”  I tried to do that, but it wasn’t easy with that plug still inside me...

He went to the kitchen, I assumed he was getting us something to drink. I was right, but I was surprised (but then again not) when he appeared with a dog bowl and a small bottle of water. He put the bowl in the corner of the room and filled it. “Wait boy”. He went to the kitchen again and came back sipping a beer. “Okay boy, crawl over to the bowl if you want to drink”. I did as told, as I was quite thirsty already. I was aware of how silly I must’ve looked at  that point, naked, butt plugged, drinking from a dog bowl. It was humiliating and degrading, but I was feeling quite happy actually!

When I had my fill I returned to sofa - crawling of course, despite already having sore knees. I waited next to him on my knees and elbows. He had turned on the TV, and seemingly ignored me at first. I wondered if I had done anything wrong...he got up again and went into another room.
I was curious but kept my eyes down when he returned. “Lie down, face down, parallel with the sofa. Hands on your back”. When I was in that position he put some handcuffs on me. “Since you like sniffing things so much, and you’ve been a good boy so far, he’s a reward for you. This is the pair I use when I do sports.” He put a shoe in front of me and made sure I could smell the inside. It had a very strong scent but I really liked smelling it.

He sat in the sofa and continued watching tv, using my back as a footrest. Every so often he changed position, putting one foot on my neck, or tapping the plug. Me, I was enjoying being in a lovely headspace, I had no concept of time, no thoughts, no worries, just being there in the moment.

After Sir ‘woke me up’, so to speak, he released me from the handcuffs and took out the plug. He got me off the floor and gave me a big hug. He told me it was getting late, and that it’s time I should be going home. I let out a disappointed “oh...” which made him laugh. “Yes, I could tell you were enjoying yourself...it was good to see you relax after a while. I think we can build on this, so I would love to have you over again to train you, maybe for a whole weekend. Think about it and let me know. But before you go, I have 2 parting gifts for you.” He ordered me to lay over his lap, and I got a short but firm spanking. It would help me sleep, he said. Seriously? I was told to put on my clothes while he went to get my second gift.

He came back with a gray box that said “CB2000”. “It’s a chastity device”, he explained. Your homework for this week. I want you to experiment with it, find a configuration that is comfortable to wear but still secure. Next week your proper training will begin, now you just have to find a good fit. Next week, the key will be mine and mine alone, you understand?” I nodded and thanked him for the gift and for the whole evening. He unlocked the chain around my neck, and when he saw the disappointment on my face, he said “No boy, you can’t wear this full time just yet. But keep being a good boy and I just might collar you as my boy!”
When we were at the door, he stopped me and gave me a hug again. “By the way,” he whispered in my ear, “my name is Thomas. But you can keep calling me Sir, or Boss, or Master. I don’t mind that at all.” He smiled and let me out.

Seems like I spent 3 hours with him, even though it only felt like half an hour at most. I walked home with a smile on my face. And for the record, yes, I did sleep rather well that night.


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I hope you enjoyed that! I had so much trouble starting this, it took me about a week just to write the first 25%, but this evening I wrote the last 75% almost automatically. Weird how you can sometimes get "inspired" :)
I have (vague!) plans for part 3 (the weekend) and even a part 4 (meeting up with another boy), but that will be for July at the earliest.

Edit: the story continues in part 3-1, click here.

Story: skin part 1

There he was again. On my bus. Just like he was every Thursday evening. This skinhead. A few years younger than me. I wouldn’t call him attractive, but there was a je ne sais quoi about him. I couldn’t stop staring at him. It does help that I have a bit of a skinhead fetish. Their shaved head, their attitude, their clothes, their boots... I don’t know why that all turns me on so much, but it does.

I have a lot of fetishes actually. I’d say I’m a pretty boring guy by day, but a pervert by night. I’m very much into BDSM and have experience as a sub. I know a few doms who are always happy to tie me up and spank me. It doesn’t really happen that often, and as much as I hate to admit it, most of the time I’d rather stay home and masturbate. So even as a pervert, I’m boring.

Anyway, back to that skinhead. Like I said, I see him every Thursday evening on the bus, and I can’t take my eyes off him. My imagination ran wild, and when I got home, my tissues ran out. If you know what I mean. And afterwards I felt silly for even thinking about it. Until I saw him again. And so the cycle continued for a few months.

He always gets off a stop before mine. This time, he stayed on the bus. I got off, and in the corner of my eye I could see him get off as well. I didn’t think much of it at first, but I heard some footsteps behind me, heavy steps that could only be him.
“I’ve seen you staring at me...for many months now...you like what you see, don’t you?”
I turned around. “I’m sorry, I’m...”
“Keep walking.”
For some reason I did what he said. Part of me definitely wanted to run away, or even fight him, but on the other hand, wasn’t this exactly what I longed for all this time? He was giving me attention, I should be happy to spend any time with him at all.
“You have a profile on Recon, don’t you? And some other sites related to BDSM. Yeah, that’s you. You’re going to get a treat now, boy”.
Treat? What? Him saying all that made me even more nervous.
“Relax! I won’t hurt you. Trust me.” Huh, easier said than done. 
He lead me to a little pedestrian passage that leads up to a small park. I knew from experience that hardly anyone came here, even during the day, and people walking their dog would be quick to walk back from where they came from once they saw two figures in the darkness.

“Turn around”. His eyes were locked on to mine.
“Kneel”.
“Lick my boots”.
This was going too far. “But I...” - “You have a choice here. I’m willing to train you as my boi. The first step of that is to lick my boots. If you’re not interested, you can just walk away, no harm done. But I’m only offering you this choice once.”
I thought about it for two seconds. Then I bowed down and started licking his boots.
“Good boy”, he said after a minute or two. Those two words almost short-circuited my brain. Deep down, I was proud of being called a good boy. On the surface, I was embarrassed by being called a boy by someone who’s younger than me. Coupled with licking his boots, I was deeply humiliated, but strangely it gave me a sense of satisfaction as well. 
“That will be enough for now. Get up”. I was right in front of him, but I just could not look him in the eye. “Look at me boy”. It took an immense effort to comply. “Good. By next week, I want you to shave your groin, and if you have any hair on your chest or belly I want that gone too. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Yes...yes Sir”.
He smirked. “Good boy”, he said, then walked away.



Next Thursday, I saw him on the bus again, and my heart started beating faster. He completely ignored me, but I just couldn’t help staring at him, I hardly took my eyes off him during the entire bus ride.
We got off and went to “our” spot, him again walking two steps behind me. He didn’t speak at all until we got there. “You know what you have to do boy.” I fell to my knees and started licking his boots. He let me do it a lot longer than with our first meeting, and my tongue was getting tired after a while. I worked up quite a sweat as well. 
“Getting tired boy?”
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir...”
“Hmm...we’ll have to work on that. Your tongue is a muscle and it can be trained. A slutty boy like you no doubt has a toy collection with a dildo in it. I want you to train your tongue on that dildo...it’ll be good practice for later as well... Understand, boy?”
“Yes Sir.” I was quite aware of what he meant with ‘practice for later’.
“Now get up and face away from me.”

He held me close, one arm around my neck, and with the other hand under my shirt, moving it across my chest.I loved the way he was touching me. I let out a soft moan once he gave my nipples some more attention. “You ARE a slutty boy...” he whispered. I could feel his breath on my right ear.
His hands went down and I knew he would check if I had shaved my pubes as well. He also found my semi-erect cock...”Ha! Just as I thought...” I was embarrassed but couldn’t deny this was one of the horniest moments I ever had in my life. “I bet you masturbated thinking about our meeting didn’t you? Don’t answer that, I know you did. We’re going to fix that too...in time.” What did he mean by that? “Now run along home little boy...you have your homework. And keep your body smooth. Also, Thursday is ‘no underwear day’ from now on. Don’t forget that for next week. Oh and make sure you're free for the entire evening next Thursday. ” And with that he walked away, leaving me to dream (read: masturbate) about what would happen next week.


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That's all for part 1. This is all based on a true story you know! One day there was a skinhead on my bus home, and I just couldn't keep my eyes off him even though he wasn't very attractive or anything. So weird. Anyway, that is the main reason why I started writing this story. It's very soft for now but in part 2 the boy will really start his training heh.

Edit: you can find part 2 here.