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Master Shadow - 1/1/2014 2:09:41 PM   
and9993


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Status: offline 		This is the first chapter of the beginning of a slaves service. I will post further chapters as i have the time to write and if there is interest. Please comment - all are appreciated good or bad.



Master Shadow

Chapter 1

I was on my way to finally meet Master Shadow in person. His name is Seth Miller but to me he’s Sir or Master. I first met him on collarme.com. He was living in Virginia at the time, finishing out his military service. He then moved back home to Texas to live with his parents and younger brother. We had been chatting online for about a year and then I received an offer from a company in Texas. It was for a one year paid internship which I needed to complete my undergraduate degree requirements. I saw an opportunity to fulfill both my goal of graduating from college and my desire to serve as his slave.

I lived in New York so the company I was to be working for gave me a moving allowance. I transferred the money to Master who searched out and signed a one year lease on a house. This enabled him to move out of his parent’s home and still attend college. The allowance was enough money to secure a lease, furnish the house and more.

My plane landed on time at noon and I grabbed a cab from the airport. The taxi pulled up to the address and I got up and paid the driver. He helped me with my two suitcases, putting them on the side walk and then drove away. I looked up and saw the house was a one story ranch. Master had told me it had three bedrooms, a partially finished basement with a separate entrance, and a private fenced in yard.

I picked up my bags, walked to the front of the house and rang the bell. Master opened the door and let me in. “Put your bags down here for now and let me show you the house,” he said. I dropped the bags and followed him around as he gave me the tour. I remembered not to make any eye contact and to look down by his feet or at his shadow.

When you walked into the house, there was a small tiled area maybe five feet by five feet and beyond that and to the left was the living room. Along the left wall was a fire place. Directly to the right after stepping into the house was a door that leads to the basement and a coat closet. Straight ahead past the living room was the dining room with a large kitchen in the corner to the left. At the end of the living room and before the dining room was a hall way to the left that lead to the bedrooms. Making a left on to the hallway the first room you pass was a bathroom, after that was a large utility room with a washer and dryer and an exit door to the two car garage which was in front of the house. On the right side were two bedrooms and straight ahead was a huge master bedroom which had a huge bathroom and a large walk in closet.

There was a door to the back yard out of the kitchen. He showed me the yard as we briefly stepped outside. There was a brick patio extending about 12 feet from the whole back of the house and a big brick barbeque on the right side of the patio. The whole yard had a six foot white fence and after the patio was about a 30 foot grassy area.

We went back inside and he showed me the basement which was basically two big rooms. As you walked down one room was open and finished with walls and a carpeted area with a couch. There was a door to the large unfinished area which had a cement floor. The floor had a drain and all the heating and AC system was located in this room.

When the tour was over we went back upstairs and he said, “pick one of the two smaller bedrooms and put your stuff away, then meet me outside.”

I picked the first bedroom, since it was directly across from the bathroom, and I emptied both suitcases putting my clothes in the closet and in the drawers. I had to go to the bathroom but knew better than to go without asking permission so I went outside and met Master. He was by the barbeque and had already started a fire.

Although I walked outside, I dropped to my knees when I approached him by the barbeque. Without looking at me he said, “OK now, undress, take everything off.”

I quickly took off my shirt, pants and shoes. I did not have an undershirt, under ware or socks on since Master forbid it unless it was previously worn by him. I kneel there on the hard brick patio totally naked as he stood before me.

He then started to explain, “Up until now you have had your own free will. I want to mark this point as an end and then a new beginning with you as property, my property. First let’s start by throwing your clothes into the fire.”

I picked up my jeans, shirt and shoes and tossed them into what was a raging fire in the barbeque. “OK,“ he continued, “as you watch them burn I want you to think back on when you first put them on. You went to your closet and chose them. You were free to pick whatever you wanted to wear and you did. You no longer have that right. You can’t choose what to wear, not even if you wear clothing at all.”

I knelt watching as the clothes became consumed in the fire. I watched as the flames flickered and the smoke intensified and the smell filled the air. After a few minutes he went back into the house as I stayed there to watch. More than an hour went by before the clothes and shoes turned completely to ash.

He came out again and shut off the barbeque. “OK, now follow me,” he said. I followed him on my hands and knees as he walked off the patio to the end of the yard by the right side. It was a grassy are with a dirt bed and a row of bushes by the fence. “The next thing I want is for you to empty yourself. The same way you chose your clothes, you chose when and what you ate and when you went to the bathroom. You no longer have control of any of that. Start by digging a hole here in the corner.”

I cupped my hands and immediately started to dig. The dirt was soft and moved easily. I dug for about 10 minutes when he stopped me and said, “OK, that’s good enough.” Now get into the hole and shit out anything you have in you.”

I hesitated for a second as I felt a flurry of emotions hit me. I began to understand how real this actually was and that there was no going back. I started to tremble and tear up a bit. The feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified as I tried to collect myself.

“Don’t worry,” he said in a reassuring tone “Just relax and let it come out of you.”

I started to relax a bit and collected myself. I moved into the hole, got in position and started to push. You could hear a soft grunt as I started to shit. It was somewhat surreal and seemed like it was happening in slow motion. I could almost feel the movement as it came out of me a feeling like I wanted to hang on to it – like it was my last possession. It also felt humiliating to have to do it in a hole in the presence of someone else.

When the shit was out of me, I lifted my leg like a dog and started to piss. I pointed towards the bushes and let it fly. I had to go so bad that all other thoughts seem to fade. As awkward as it felt, it was also comforting and relieving.

When I was finished, he made me cover up the hole, which I did with my bare hands, and follow him back to the edge of the patio. “Lay down on the grass, he instructed as he walked over to the barbeque. When he walked back to me he was holding a brush, one of those long barbeque brushes. The end was black from having dipped it in the ashes of my clothes and he leaned down and started rubbing it on my chest. He walked back a few times getting more ashes on the brush and he continued to wipe it on my chest legs, arms and face. I laid there motionless while he did this and closed my eyes.

I felt the brush slide back and forth over me and felt the grittiness of the ash as he spread it all over my body. I heard him put the brush down as he walked over to me and said, “Open your eyes; I want you to see this next part.”

I looked up to see him standing over me in a slightly spread stance. He reached down, undid his zipper, took his dick out and started to piss. It first hit me on the chest and I felt it splash on my chin. I squinted then close my eyes but he said, “no, no, no eyes, open – look up at me.”

It was tough to keep my eyes open since the piss splashed up the ashes but I tried the best I could. As he pissed he moved it all over my body, as if he was washing me. He moved the stream to my chest, arms, legs and face. The force was strong and the smell of piss filled my nose.

He finished relieving himself and zipped up then said, “I want you to just lay there now and think about what just happened. Think about who you were and who you are now.” With that he went back inside the house. It was a warm overcast day as I lay on the grass with his piss dripping off me and the stale bitter taste in my mouth from drippings that seeped past my lips.

It was the first time today that I actually had a chance to relax. I played back the whole day in my mind and contemplated the feeling of anxiety and awkwardness. I relaxed and took in my new situation and all the uncertainty that went along with it.

He was gone for almost two hours and when he came back he had a hose, bar of soap a cloth and a small towel with him and said, “Go to the side of the house, hook the hose up and wash off. Stay on the grass, and make sure you don’t get any water on the patio. When you’re finished dry off, come inside and wait on the living room floor.”

When I got inside he was in the living room and had a bag on the couch next to him. He motioned me to come to him and I crawled over. “Climb up on the coffee table,” he said, turn away from me and place your hands on the cheeks of your ass.” I placed my hands there as he took out a rope. He began to move the rope around me – around my shoulders chest thighs and legs. My feet were ties so that I could not extend them past shoulder length.

When he was done with the rope he said, “Now, present me your hole, open it up and surrender it to me.” With my hands on my cheeks I pulled apart and exposed my hole to him. “That’s’ good”, he said as he walked away, “now hold it like that.”

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RE: Master Shadow - 1/10/2014 9:04:34 PM   
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Chapter 2

A few minutes went by and he came back holding two plastic bottles with squirt tips. He removed the plastic wrapping on one of them and then said, “Move you hands out of the way. I’m going to put this in you and I want you to hold it for as long as you can.”

“Understood, Sir,” I replied as he inserted the tip inside my hole and squeezed the entire contents of the bottle into me. After a few minutes I felt a gurgling inside me. The pressure began to build and I felt the urge to expel it. “Sir,” I said, with some urgency in my voice, “I think it’s going to come out.”

“OK,” he replied, “just hold it a bit longer.”

I held strong but it became more difficult and I started to feel a sharp pain in my stomach. “Sir, I groaned, “I don’t think I can hold it any longer.”

“OK, go expel it,” he replied.

I practically fell off the table as I rushed to the bathroom, my body doubled over in pain for each step. It hurt to turn around and sit on the bowl and it hurt to start the release – but once I did, it came gushing out with force. I sat there a few more minutes making sure it was all out of me then cleaned up and walked back out.
He proceeded to insert the second bottle and repeated the whole process. He made me wait longer this time and asked me to describe the pain as I was feeling it. It was quite a relief to finally expel the fluid. When I got back to the table, he added another rope tie from my upper thighs to my ankles so my ass was lowered to just above my feet.

The next thing I felt was a slippery tube being pressed against my asshole. “OK,” he said, “I want you to relax again as I put this training plug in you.” He slid it in slowly and it felt good. It was cool and had some gel or lube on it which soothed my hole (it had been burning and sore from expelling all that liquid). It felt bigger as he pushed it in until it got past a certain point and then my hole closed around it. The fit was tight but not uncomfortable.

He left me in that position for about 40 minutes as he sat and watched TV. He then took that one out and slowly inserted another one. This felt larger and stretched my hole a bit more but was still not uncomfortable. It was loaded with cooling lube or gel which felt refreshing.

He left that one in me for about another 40 minutes and then pulled it out. He handed me a wad of tissues and said, “Wipe your self.” I reached back and slowly cleaned the area of all excess gel then held the used tissues in my hand. “Good,” he continued, I’m now going to put my cock inside you. Relax and let it go in. Now that you’re free of any sign of your free life, I’m going to take you as my property.”

I felt him slide inside me and slowly push in. He was firm but moved gently. He took his time pounding in and out. At times pulling himself all the way out of me and then shoving it back in. I knelt there tied and powerless. My body moved just in reaction to him. He drove every move and controlled every push and turn. His hands moved up and down my back – at times grabbing on to the ropes and tugging.

He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled and pressed his whole body up against me then reached around and started to fondle my dick. I was semi-aroused to begin with and the touch of his hands instantly made me hard. He started to stroke my cock while softly moving his inside me and said, “Tell me the second you feel you’re about to cum.”

“Understood Sir,” I replied as he continued jerking me. After a few minutes I felt the orgasm start to build and said, “Now Sir!” He immediately pulled his hands away from my dick and stopped all motion. The feeling subsided.

“OK, he said, “Let’s do it again. Tell me the second you feel it start.” He started stroking and moving again and within a few minutes I got the feeling and told him. This time he stroked for another second or two but as I felt my self start to cum he pulled away again. My cock twitched and I tried to move towards his hands to get more stimulation but he kept them away. I couldn’t stop myself and ejaculated, but felt no orgasm. He waited for my cock to stop twitching, until I was drained of my semen, and the feeling of frustration set in.

His cock now felt uncomfortable inside me as he started moving again. I listened to his breathing as he worked his cock inside me and rode me like an exercise machine. I started to feel him beyond just the physical movement of his cock. I started to feel like I was part of him – like he attached himself to me and drained my power through his cock. Like a symphony building to a crescendo, I sensed the building climax inside him as he pulled it out of me. I felt all my senses connected with him. I could even taste his building orgasm.

The senses came together as I heard his breathing turn to soft moans. His cock moved deeper and more deliberate inside me. He held on to me tightly and I felt him explode inside me. His orgasm was long and deep and he continued moving for a minute or two until he stopped. My body tingled as he pulled out of me and sat down on the couch to recover.

After a few minutes I heard him fumble with another package. He got up and still partially out of breath said, “I’m putting in a butt plug. Don’t touch it without my permission - for any reason.” He pressed it inside me and, like the other two objects he had inserted, my hole closed around the skinny back part. I hear a few pumps of air as I felt the fit get snug inside me. He then removed the pump tube and left the device in me.

He walked in front of me standing right by my face as he grabbed my head with one hand and wiped his cock in my hair with the other. He walked back behind me and undid the rope that ties my thighs to my ankles. “OK, get off the table and kneel on the floor,” he ordered.”

He went into the kitchen and came back with two objects. The first was silver links chain with a simple silver ring as the charm. He put the chain on me and said, “This is a symbol of my ownership of you. It’s discrete to wear all the time and you are never to take it off.”

The second object was a black leather dog collar. He put that on me as well and said, “You are to wear this whenever you’re alone with me at home. You do not need to wear it out of the house of if we have company but always have it on you at all times. Got it?”

“Understood Sir,” I replied.

“Good boy,” he said as he leaned down and removed the ropes on me. “Now, clean up this mess then go inside the kitchen and prepare my dinner. You’ll see the menu on the table.”

There was a thick folder with recipes and the top page had a sticky note on it with today’s date. It was steak and mashed potatoes. I flipped through the pages in the file which contained cooking instructions and how Master liked each meal prepared and served. After that, I took a few minutes getting acquainted with the kitchen – opening drawers and cabinets to see where groceries were kept.

I proceeded to prepare his dinner, which included cleaning the barbeque from my burnt clothes. I set his place at the table with fork, knife, spoon and napkin then served him his meal. After he sat down, I placed a portion on a plate for me and knelt down on the floor next to him to eat on an eating mat he had placed a foot away from the table. I was starved and, using my hands, devoured the portion of steak and potatoes. I was also very thirsty, and although it took me a long time to finish it, I licked the water bowl dry.

When he finished eating, he got up from the table and said. “That was very good Andy. Clean this up and come on to me when you’re finished. I will show you your sleeping arrangements.” I cleaned up as he went to the living room to watch TV and go on his computer. After drying the last dish, I dropped back down to my knees and crawled to him in the living room.

“Stand up and follow me”, he said as he saw me crawl to him.

We walked to the first bedroom, which I had picked to put my stuff. He pointed to it and said, “I see you picked this room to put away your stuff. This room is yours for show purposes only. You’ll keep your clothes here but this is not where you’ll sleep. In fact, you can not go in here without my permission. The only time you may possibly sleep in here is if we have guests.”

We kept walking down the hallway and when passing the second bedroom he said, “This is the guest room – other than cleaning it you should never go in here.”

We took a few more steps and reached his bedroom. When walking in to the right was a walk in closet and next to it on the right was the Master bathroom. We stepped into the closet. It was huge - 8 feet wide - with clothes shelving on both walls and about 8 feet deep. As we stepped to the back wall he showed me that it was actually a sliding door – both doors sliding from the center out revealing a small room about 4 feet deep. There was a mattress on the floor with a pillow and blanket. He pointed to it and said, “This is where you’ll sleep. At night, keep both the sliding door and the closet door open in case I call you during the night. During the day, if I tell you to get in your cage, you are to come here close both doors and stay here until I say otherwise. Understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“We’re also going to set up a place for you in the basement but I’ll explain that at another time,” he said. Then he looked at me and said, “OK, good Andy, you’re done for the night. “You have some free time now but I suggest you get some rest because tomorrow is a big day.” He walked away and said, “Get back down on the floor now.”

“Sir,” I asked before he left the room, “May I call my family?”

He stopped, turned around and with an annoyed look on his face said, “Didn’t you call them when you landed from the airport?”

“I did, Sir,” I replied, “but they want to hear form me from the house.”

I could see him getting more annoyed as he replied, “That’s twice in one day. That’s more than what we agreed to.”

“Please Sir,” I begged, “They’re expecting me to call.”

He replied, “That’s not my problem. You should have known better that to tell them….”

Before he could finish I bowed at his feet with my face to the floor and started to plead, “Please, Sir, I beg you this one time, Sir. Please let me call Sir. I told them I would, Sir. Please, I promise to keep it short, Sir.”

“You have ten minutes,” he replied, “and don’t ask me for permission tomorrow!”

“Thank you, Sir I said, with a sense of relief. I made the call and quickly talked to my brother Matt and my Mom and Dad. I made sure I was off in 10 minutes.

After the call I crawled back to the closet. I knelt back down and checked out my sleep area. The mattress looked pretty comfortable and it was comforting knowing I’d be sleeping in the same room as him. I was tired but didn’t want to go to be just yet so I crawled out to the living room and just sat on the floor by his feet while he typed away at his computer. He seemed very focused on the computer but I could not see what he was doing.

No words were spoken and he made like I wasn’t even there. It felt strange sitting there naked with a collar around my neck and a butt plug in my ass, but being there next to him gave me a sense of comfort. After a few minutes, I dozed off and woke up to find he was gone and the lights were off. I crawled back to the bedroom and into my closet and went to sleep.

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RE: Master Shadow - 1/20/2014 2:44:24 PM   
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Chapter 3

Waking up to my first morning in my slave life was strange. Lying on the floor mattress I could see the sunlight from outside the closet doors. I stayed there for a few moments collecting my thoughts and then got up to start my day. Master was still asleep so I quietly crawled out of the closet and went to the bathroom (the one across my clothes room) to pee and wash up.

From the online chats with Master, I knew he’d want to wake up to a BJ but I wasn’t totally sure since he didn’t say anything before going to bed. I decided to take the chance and crawl on all fours back into his room. The plug inside me was beginning to feel uncomfortable as I moved so I put more weight on my arms to alleviate some pressure.

His bed was huge (king size) and he was sleeping towards the left edge. I slowly slid my upper body underneath the covers. He was wearing loose fitting boxers and I was able to work my fingers in around the fly area and slowly maneuvered his dick out of the opening. Not knowing how he would react was making my hands shake with nervousness but I went on and positioned my mouth. My lips softly touched the head of his dick as my nose filled with the smell of his crotch. The tip of my tongue slid past my lips and pushed against his pee slit bringing the taste on to my tongue.

He started to stir in bed and I remained motionless for a few seconds until his dick twitched against my lips. I slightly parted my lips and took more of his cock in. I heard him exhale then felt his hand push down on my head causing more of his now growing penis to enter my mouth. A sense of relief came over me as he seemingly accepted what I was doing.

As the nervousness went away I started to feel privileged to be allowed to touch his dick with my mouth. I opened up, softly wrapped my lips around his cock and started to work my tongue around the head. The taste of his pee slit now spread across my mouth as I started to suck his cock. For the next few minutes I moved my mouth up and down the shaft while he relaxed in bed. I kept working my mouth and tongue until he said, “OK, stop, its time to shower”.

He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I followed him in and turned on the water to the shower while he peed in the toilet. The shower was a large walk in and easily fit two people. I made sure the water temperature was comfortable before he stepped in. Instinctively, I went to wash him standing up to shampoo his hair and wash his upper body. I could see he started to get hard again as I knelt down to wash his lower body. I worked the soaped body sponge under his feet and between his toes until he grabbed my head and guided it back to his dick.

My mouth closed around the head and my fingers worked the base. He started to hold my head and thrust into my face. His movements weren’t rough but very deliberate and I tried to move with him as he sped up. His breathing got quicker and deeper and he tightened his grip on my head. I felt his cock spasm as he grunted and released his cum inside my mouth. I gagged a bit as he held my head in place until he finished ejaculating. The slimy feeling spread across the back of my tongue. I gagged a second time as he removed his spent cock from my mouth and felt like I was going to throw up. I tightened my stomach and, even though I slightly gagged again, was able to contain myself. Most of the semen had dripped out of my mouth but the taste was still strong and there was a glazed feeling on my tongue.

He finished rinsing himself in the shower and then stepped out and dried himself off. “Finish cleaning yourself,” he ordered as he walked out of the bathroom, “then make my breakfast.”

I finished showering and dried off using the same towel as Master. I wiped up any wetness form the floor and put the towel and his under ware in the hamper.

I next went to the kitchen, stood up and, choosing from the menu folder, started preparing his breakfast. Hot cakes and bacon were on the menu, served with a glass of orange juice and water. As if nothing had happened, I greeted him as he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, “Good morning, Sir”.

“Good morning, Andy,” he replied, “Bring me a liter bottle of water.” He then poured the orange juice from the glass into my bowl on the floor. I knew I had to wait before I could drink it. I would always have to wait to eat or drink until I finished serving him but also, to show respect for having received something that came out of my Master, I would have to wait at least 30 minutes before putting anything else in my mouth.

I prepared and served his breakfast. I still had 7 minutes to wait before I could eat so I just knelt by his feet. He finished and walked out of the room leaving the mess behind for me to clean. When the time had passed I ate my breakfast and drank the juice from the two bowls on the floor. Biting enough food was tricky but drinking was really frustrating. It was impossible to get enough liquid in my mouth to feel satisfied.

As I was finishing my meal he came back in and said, “Hurry up and clean this mess – I want to get your first training session in before we go out.”

I wasn’t sure what training he had in mind but I stopped eating and cleaned up, then followed him to the bathroom across from the room my clothes were stored in (“my” room). This was a much smaller bathroom than the one in his bedroom. When you walked in there was a vanity with a white countertop to the left, followed by a toilet and a bathtub/shower against the back wall. The fixtures were white and the tile on the floor and walls were different variations of grey.

He had me kneel in front of the toilet and said, “I’m going to train you to be my urinal. You should see this as a privilege and take the opportunity to learn quickly. I will understand at first but my patience could wear thin.”

I knew this was something I was going to have to eventually do but was dreading it and wasn’t expecting it so soon. I just looked down at his feet and said, “Understood, Sir.”

“First thing,” he continued, “make sure your mouth is clean. Then, carefully undo my zipper or open my pants and pull out my dick. I repeat be very careful at all times. Gently put the head of my dick inside your lips and close your lips around it. This will make it easier for you to swallow while it’s still going in your mouth. Finally, after I’ve relieved myself, wipe off the head and gently put my dick back in my pants. Understood?”

“Understood Sir,” I replied.

“Do you have any questions,” he asked?

I responded by saying no Sir and then he asked, “What else do you think you should do after my bladder is fully relieved?”

I thought for a moment and replied, “Not drink or eat anything else for at least 30 minutes Sir?”

“Well, true,” he replied, but I was thinking more about your show of gratitude.”

“Oh, sorry Sir,” I replied, “I would thank you.” After I said that there was a pause of silence and it became clear he wanted me to continue.

“I would thank you, Sir,” I repeated, because I am not deserving of your waste, Sir and having it in me makes me better, Sir.”

“Good boy,” he said, “Let’s start.” I took a minute and brushed my teeth then kneeled down at his feet right in front of the toilet. He was closer to the vanity and I was almost against the bath tub. I reached up, undid the zipper on his jeans, took his dick out and placed it in my mouth.

He paused for a few seconds, which seemed like minutes to me, when I heard a soft exhale as he relaxed and started pissing. The stream was almost instantly strong and the taste, even diluted from the liter of water he drank, was horrible – like an acrid stale tea. The taste, smell and thought of urine in my mouth quickly overcame me. The natural defense system of my body took over and I started throwing up into the toilet.

He did not stop his stream as my mouth pulled away from his dick. The piss splashed up against the back of my head, rolled down my body and all over the floor as I deposited my breakfast into the bowl. I collected myself for a few seconds after he stopped pissing and carefully wiped his dick with tissue and placed it neatly back inside his pants as I said, “Thank you, Sir”.

“Wait here on the floor until I call you,” he replied. I stayed kneeling, as he walked out, with his piss still dripping from my body.

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RE: Master Shadow - 2/2/2014 1:55:44 PM   
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RE: Master Shadow - 2/6/2014 3:07:07 PM   
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Status: offline 		I was writing this story while consulting with Master4s1av3 - asking him questions of what would seem realistic to him in a real slave situation. He is no longer interested in helping. If there are any masters or dominants out there with interests similar to mine that wants to help please hit me up. I would write the story but base it on your input as to what happens.

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RE: Master Shadow - 2/13/2014 9:34:13 PM   
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Status: offline 		Excellent start, but clearly it is time to crank things up a notch. The first order of business is to punish the slave for the implicit disrespect, even though involuntary,of puking up the golden treasure that his master's urine. I would make the slave refill it's bowl with the puke/piss/ toilet bowl water mixture and make him kneel with his face directly over the bowl, staring at it, smelling it. I would order him to eat. When he had managed to gag it all down, crying in silence, but obedient, I would tell him to crawl back to the bathroom and refill his bowl. Again I would make him hover over the bowl and think about his disrespect. I would ask him if he thought the mixture was better the first or second time and if he thought he would ever disrespect his master's urine again. Just when he was finishing the second bowl the second bowl, and looking very queasy,I would ask him if he thought he would throw up again, and we would have to start all over. He begged to be forgiven for his disrespect and not have to fetch his third bowl of the slop. I offered him an alternative. Since he was due to begin his first training session momentarily and the first order of the day was his daily maintainence spanking of twenty five paddle strokes. I offered to put the last bowl of slop in the freezer for him to consume at some later, unspecified date, in exchange for another additional 25 paddle strokes. He quickly agreed that this would be best for him as his stomach was feeling pretty messed up while his ass was perfectly fine. He crawls to wherever and is restrained to accept his daily strokes and the additional strokes. The point of the daily maintanance spanking is not only to build his pain tolerance and obedience, but it also renders his ass a beautifull glowing pink for his master to enjoy during the slave's morning anal training session. Except today it was not just a beautiful warm glowing pink it was also swollen considerably from the extra strokes of the paddle. The slave is reeling from stinging, throbbing pain in his cheeks, but is positioned standing arms secured behind his head to his collar and legs spread at the ankles with a 20" bar. Now he is unplugged and and he sees his master lube and inset a different dildo deeper into his hole. It also seems thicker and more textured than the one he slept with in his hole all night. This dildo, when his master had finished inserting it to the proper depth and when he closed the muscles of his anal ring around the end of it, seemed to have a small loop or hook which still protruded about an inch beyond his ass. Glancing under his armpit, the slave saw his master attach something that looked like a pan suspended from three chains to the loop protruding from his ass. Now slave, I know your ass is swollen and painful, so today we will work on developing it's interior musculature and the muscles of your anal ring. I am going to add a 4 ounce weight to the pan suspended between your legs. Clench and use your anal musculature to hold your dildo in place. If you allow it to slip, you will be punished, as removing a dildo from a slave is a master's sole peroggative. master leaves, slaves notices how with his legs spead his butt muscles are useless for clenching and he has just sphincter and anal ring to tense and close , clenching the dildo within him. master returns to add 2 ounce weight and add clothespins to slaves nipples which will distract the slave from it's ass paain and the tension in it's guts. leaves. 15minutes later adds another 2 ounce eight, slave strains but holds. master measures and weighs each of the slaves balls.

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RE: Master Shadow - 4/20/2014 7:40:20 AM   
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Chapter 4

He came back after about 30 minutes and said, “You have 10 minutes to get ready – that includes cleaning up in here, washing yourself off and going to the bathroom.”

“Yes Sir, I replied.

He then handed me the pump key and said, “You may remove the butt plug if you need to, but put it back on and pump three times when you’re done. I will lay your clothes out on the bed in your show room”

I started to work quickly first jumping on the shower to rinse the urine off me and then to clean up the floor. I inserted the pump key to let out the air in the plug and slowly pulled it out of me. It felt slightly sore as it came out but what a relief once it was out of me. I quickly got on the bowl and did my business. It felt so good to be able to relax. I stayed an extra minute or two but still making sure I left enough time to put the plug back in and get dressed.

I got off the bowl wiped myself then rinsed out the plug before reinserting it. It went in easily and stayed in place after the three pumps of air. I rushed to the hamper and pulled out a pair of socks and boxers, unwashed that my master had worn and put them on. I went into the showroom and put on the clothes Master had selected. It was a regular shirt, jeans and my sneakers. I presented myself to Master ready to go out with one minute to spare.

We got into his car and Master drove to the first stop – which I knew about – the Ford dealership. As part of my internship package I had use of a leased vehicle - a Ford Escape SUV. Master dropped me off in front of the dealership and handed me a checkbook, debit card a few dollars in cash. This is from the joint account he opened with my up front payment for the internship. I went inside and signed the paperwork and drove away with the SUV. I then followed Master back home so he could drop off his car.

With Master directing me we drove to the next stop. It took about 20 minutes to get there and it looked like a seedy part of town. He made me pull up in front of a store with the letters TPE across the front. He turned to look at me, handed ne a receipt and said, “Go inside and tell them you’re here to pick up this order. Pay for it and then bring the packages into the SUV”.

He waited in the car as I walked inside the store. It was some type of sex and S&M shop with leather masks and rubber suits on display. I went up to the counter and presented the receipt. The attendant took the receipt, looked up the order and said, “OK, that will be $3,200.”

I had no clue what Master was buying and knew better than to ask. I handed over my debit card and paid. “Wait right here and someone will bring the boxes up front,” said the attendant after handing me my paid receipt.

Another helper brought up three boxes one large heavy one, a large flat box and a smaller one. He helped me put them into the back of the SUV. I reached in and gave the helper a few dollars as a tip and then got back in the car.

“OK”, said Master, “time to go back home – you have a lot of work to do”. I drove back home then, as instructed, carried the boxes out of the SUV and down into the basement. Master helped with the large heavy one. Once all boxes were in the house I pulled the SUV into the garage and came back in. I stripped down to just socks and boxers and went downstairs to the basement. I handed the checkbook, debit card and car keys to Master. He pointed to the large heavy one and said, “Start with this one. Read the instructions and put it together.” He then turned and went back upstairs.

I opened the box to find out it was a special table. It looked similar to a massage table with padded arm extensions on both sides and each arm extension had Velcro straps. One side of the table also had padded extensions with straps that moved and could be locked in a horizontal position or almost down to the floor while the other side had what seemed to be a head rest, also with Velcro straps that was also moveable up and down. There was another device which had a cord to plug in and a protruding curved tube like head. It was on a pole and had a stand to attach and some controls on he base of the tube.

As I read the instruction it became clear what this table was for. It was multi purpose and the back side with the padded extensions almost to the floor was to be used for milking. The slave would lay on the table chest down. The feet would go into the extensions just a few inches off the floor and the legs would be strapped in. There was a small indentation for the slave’s dick to hang down and a collection pan underneath. The arms and head could be strapped in place. This position was also ideal for administering a whipping or paddling.

The other side was made for the slave to lie on his back with leg extensions moved to a horizontal position and the head extension can be moved to a 90 degree angle off the table. This was used in training so the Master can insert his dick into the slave’s mouth with a straight run into the throat.

The corded unit was a computerized milking device. The tube would be inserted into the slave. The head was a vibrating sensor that was able to regulate the stimulation and sense the slave’s reaction and adjust it to the point where the semen was released but no pleasure was felt.

The unit was mostly assembled and included tools (a screwdriver, wrench and small pliers) to finish the job. It took me about 30 minutes to put it all together. I went on to the next largest box which was a folding utility table. I pulled it out of the box and opened the table just as Master came down. He looked over what I had done and said, “Good work. I thought it would take longer for you to finish. It’s time to try it out. Slide off your boxers and get on the table.”

I did as he said and nervously stepped onto the leg extensions and laid across the table on my chest. He fixed the Velcro straps across my legs and arms but left my head unstrapped. I heard him fumble behind me as he plugged the unit in and moved it against me and pushed. He must have put some lubricant on the tip as it felt slippery and pretty comfortable going in. I felt a slight vibration as he turned it on and then just felt pressure against my prostate as the unit started to calibrate.

“Just relax,” he said, “It will be a lot quicker and easier if you just let it happen and not fight or tighten up.” He pushed a few buttons as the device adjusted inside me. It felt warm with a very slight vibration. He walked away from the table and opened the smaller box and putting items from the box on the table. I could not see what they were.

He came back over and looked at the device then said, “I set it for a longer period since this is your first time. I’ll be back in an hour to see how you’re doing.” With that he walked upstairs. For the first 20 minutes I did not really feel anything other than being strapped to a table like that made me want to fidget. After about 20 minutes, I started to feel like I had to pee. It started slow – like a regular feeling that I had to go – but it quickly got stronger. In a few minutes it started to become unbearable. It felt like I had to pee really bad but I was blocked form going. I tried pushing like if I was peeing but it made me feel worse.

As much as I tried, I could not relax. It was constant – the feeling that I was stuck and had to pee wouldn’t go away and it was so bad it was driving me crazy. After another 5 minutes I started to hear a dripping noise. I knew it was dripping out of my dick but I didn’t feel it – all I felt was the urge to pee. I felt my body start to sweat not knowing how else to react. I groaned out loud as tears were dripping form my eyes. I couldn’t take this much longer and wanted to call out for Master. I laid there struggling to deal with it wishing for him to come down.


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RE: Master Shadow - 7/12/2014 1:22:42 PM   
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Status: offline 		Your writing style is very satisfactory. I did note a few small and common grammatical and word choice errors but nothing a good proofreading shouldn't remove.

I'll be interested to see how your story progresses.

Are you writing this as it occurs to you or have you planned out a rough idea, either in your head or on paper and/or done a story outline?

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RE: Master Shadow - 11/23/2014 4:01:45 PM   
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Status: offline 		Hey, sorry I haven't posted in a while - it's been busy. I am posting Chapter 5 (without too much editing and proofreading) - please let me know what you think - any comments are appreciated.

Chapter 5

After a few more minutes I broke down and started to whimper with my body starting to shake. I tried to grab hold of my emotions and thought about what Master had said – to relax and let it happen. I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax - slowly breathing in through my mouth and exhaling even slower through my nose. I started to calm down and my body felt colder now with my sweating subsiding.

The only sound was the intermittent drip spaced anywhere from 20 to 120 seconds apart. The drip had a metallic ping to it and as I focused on it – it became somewhat soothing. After each drip there was a slight sense of relief and relaxing of the strain.

Although I felt emotionally calmer I started to feel physically sore. The feeling started inside me where the probe was inserted and carried straight through my scrotum. It felt like I had jerked off a few times in a row only it was a much stronger soreness.

I tried to zone out a bit when I heard Master come down again. He walked around the table inspecting the situation and said, “Good, it’s starting to work but there’s more to go. Let me explain what’s happening. The instrument inside you gently massages the prostate. The stimulation causes the gland to slowly drain and excrete semen through your penis while your penis remains soft. Doing it this way eliminates the chance of any pleasurable feeling but helps maintain a healthy prostate.”

He paused for a few seconds and I realized he expected an expression or gratitude so I said, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good, you’re welcome,” he said as he nodded. “Do you have any questions about it?”

I thought for a moment and asked, “How long will it go on for, Sir, and how often?”

“Well,” he replied, “it depends on you. Normally it takes about one to two hours to fully drain or milk the gland. I set it extra slow for the first time. If it goes to fast there’s a chance you may feel some pleasure and we don’t want that to happen, do we?

“No Sir,” I replied.

“Yes, that’s to be avoided at all cost,” he said with a tone of disgust in his voice. “After a milking, you should not be able to cum or feel an orgasm for 2 days to 2 weeks. That’s because your body has to remake the semen, which doesn’t take too long, but also because you’ll be to sore and too weak to ejaculate. We’ll have to see how you react and adjust the process accordingly. Eventually, I hope that once every other week will be enough but we’ll be doing it for 2 hrs every week at first.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied.

He continued, “The beauty of this machine is that you’ll be able to do it yourself as part of your routine, and I won’t have to be inconvenienced. It gives me comfort that you won’t physically be able to orgasm. It’s one less thing to worry about and will help you concentrate more on making sure you please me.”

I thanked him again as he circled around the table. He picked up a bottle of water and put it to my lips allowing me to drink. It felt good to drink and I was grateful that he allowed it. He kept it there and allowed me to drink the entire bottle and I thanked him again.

“OK,” he said, “Just relax and I’ll be down to check on you in another hour.” With that he turned and went back upstairs. I thought about what he said and how it fit into my new state of being. I knew that as a slave I would not be worthy of feeling an orgasm, unless it was for the benefit of the Master but I now got the sense that he enjoyed that dynamic. I sensed that he would find it distasteful if I was allowed to feel an orgasm, and the more I thought about it the more I realized he was right.

I should be focused totally on his pleasure and all my attention should be dedicated to make sure his orgasms are perfect. The discomfort of milking was still there, the soreness even worse, but I felt the appropriateness of what I had to endure.

After what seemed like another hour the dripping sounds started to space out longer and longer until they eventually stopped. The feeling of having to pee went away but the straining and sense of soreness increased and quickly turned into a strong ache. Gone was the feeling of relief that came with the drip and I had to adjust to that. The discomfort slowly built up and now started to physically become unbearable again.

I started to moan in agony hoping to get a soothing sensation from the vibrations of my voice. Thankfully after another few minutes Master came down and turned off the device. He removed the probe and slid it away from the table and undid the Velcro straps.

He handed me a bottle of water and said, “take a little time to relax and collect yourself. When you feel ready, I want you to clean the machine and dispose of your semen. You’re going to be really sore tonight. The machine causes muscles contraction to expel semen that you would not ordinarily need. So, it’s going to hurt but it will get better as time goes on. I want you to get the full effect of this so no pain relievers. Take all he time you need but when you’re done come back upstairs.”

With that he turned and walked back upstairs. I sat up on the table and drank the water. He was right about it hurting. I felt it from down in my thighs through my butt muscles and up to my stomach. I finished the bottle of water and stepped down off the table. As weak as I felt, it was good to stand. Cleaning up was slow and took a long time even thought I did try to move as fast as I could but I was a bit concerned that he’d punish me if I took to long .

There was a slop sink against the wall with a floor drain and a hose connected to a water supply. I picked up the metal pan with my semen in it and dumped into the sink washing it down the drain. I was surprised at how much actually came out of me – certainly a lot more than any one given jerk-off session.

I finished cleaning and slowly walked upstairs. Other than serving him dinner and cleaning up no other requests were made. He allowed me to sit on the floor bu his feet as he watched TV and after a few hours announced he was going to bed and that I should too.

After he left the room, I followed him staying on my hands and knees and crawled back into my closet space. I fell asleep almost immediately.

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RE: Master Shadow - 1/1/2015 8:32:37 AM   
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The next day I woke up in a panic and quickly jumped off my mattress and ran into my Masters room only to find him gone. I crawled into the living room and found him on the computer. “You’ve overslept,” he said as he kept typing. “I’m going to have to punish you for that but it will have to wait until later – we have a lot to do today. Now, quickly, go make me breakfast.”

I crawled back and quickly cleaned myself brushed my teeth, put on a pair of his used boxers and socks and then went to prepare his breakfast. I served him first but when I went to serve myself to eat on the floor he stopped me and said that I should just drink water. I did as he ordered and knelt on the floor until he was done. He ate, then got up from the table and said, “Clean up, then meet me downstairs by the table.”

After yesterday’s milking this was the last thing I wanted to hear. I was still not walking or crawling right but I cleaned up and went downstairs without question. When I got there he was by the table. I dropped to my knees and crawled over on the cold concrete floor to kneel beside him. He motioned me to get on the table and lie on my back.

He pulled my body so that my shoulders were square with the edge of the table and my head was resting on a pad that extended beyond the table edge. He proceeded to walk around the table and secure Velcro straps on my ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, elbows and chest. He also strapped my forehead to the pad then lowered the pad 90 degrees so my head extended down. Lastly, he inserted an object into my mouth that prevented me from closing my mouth and adjusted the table height. There was a soft squeak as he turned the adjuster. I barely felt the table move.

There was a few seconds of eerie quiet until I heard him move behind my head followed by the cling of his pants unbuckling and the whir of undoing his zipper. “I’m going to train you to take my cock into your throat and defeat your gag reflex,” he said. “It’s going to feel very uncomfortable but the best thing you can do is trust me and relax. When you feel like gagging try swallowing – that might help. It’s going to go on for 20 – 30 minutes without stopping. Close and open your eyes if you understand.”

I closed my eyes waited a second then opened them and with that he approached my mouth. He first positioned the head of his penis with the bottom resting on the inside of my upper lip. He pushed the head in as the top of his hard cock slid under my tongue. He paused, I felt the throbbing just outside my throat, then he pushed in. I let out a quick sharp gagging noise and he pulled right out. He went right to the same position, paused, and pushed again. I uttered the same noise but he held it in longer this time before pulling out.

He proceeded to do this over and over again - pushing his rock hard pole into my throat and holding it there a bit longer each time. He would give me a few seconds to catch my breath before plunging in again. I could not relax and even though I tried to swallow it did not help. I couldn’t really hold my breath because as soon as his cock hit my throat it would cause me to cough. Each cough would bring up some mucus which dripped into my nose. My esophagus burned with acid churning inside it. I instinctively tried to move my hands but the straps prevented any movement other than to irritate the area on my arms near the Velcro.

I lost all track of time and tried concentrating on each push. The gagging gurgling sounds were longer and deeper but did not cause him to miss a step. Each thrust was now more forceful and it got to the point where I felt I could choke. I was sweating profusely and started to go into a panic. My body flailing under the restraints and the gagging turned into desperate crying. Through all this I head him calmly say, “Hang in there, you’re almost done.”

Even with the noise I was making I could hear his breathing quicken. The rhythm of his thrusting changed and it became apparent he was about to cum. I felt his cock spasm against my throat as he let out a satisfying grunt and shot his cum. He pulled out and away as I coughed it all up along with some mucus and bile.

After a few seconds, he flipped up the head pad so it was straight with the table, removed the head restraint and mouth piece. “Good job,” he said, “Now just stay here and relax for a little while.”

I recovered by taking longer deeper breaths and exhaling through my nose. I shook my head to clear it of the slime that had accumulated during the session. He made me lie there for over an hour. I was able to relax but my throat was throbbing in pain.

Upon his return he proceeded to remove all the straps and said, “Get off the table and clean up the area then come back upstairs so you can receive your punishment for this morning.”

The clean up was easy - mostly just a pool of fluids that came out of my mouth mixed with his semen. When I got back upstairs he was in the living room. There was a big box on the floor and he motioned me to crawl towards it and said, “I want you to open the box and prepare the contents for use. But first stand up with your hands behind your back feet shoulder length apart and close your eyes.”

I complied with his request and felt his hands move over my body. He put his hands inside my thighs and cupped my balls giggling them a few times. There was another period of silence – not long maybe a minute or two and then I felt the upper part of his foot crash against my ball sack!

“Uggggh” I uttered as I went down to the floor laying there in a fetal position.

As he stood over me he said, “Slaves NEVER oversleep.” Now get up and assume the same position.”

I lingered on the floor for a few minutes and he was generous enough to allow me that short solace. I got back up and went into the same position. I was much more nervous now anticipating another kick but still closed my eyes and waited. I was not disappointed as he dealt another blow with the same result of me going down to the floor. The only difference was that this time the pain got the better of me and I started sobbing.

“Get up again,” he ordered.

I stood up for the third time in the same position. I tried to remain composed and hold back my tears but I wasn’t totally successful. I waited again for a third shot.

“You may open your eyes,” he said. “Since this is your first punishment I will take it easy on you. Now, take a few minutes to recover and get working on the box.”

He walked out of the room and I sat on the floor trying to decide which hurt more – my nuts or my throat. As the pain of the nut shot faded it became apparent it was my throat. Master walked back in with a cup in his hand. “Here, drink this,” he said as he handed it to me.

It was warm and had a lemon honey taste to it. I sipped it slowly and it had a soothing effect on my throat.



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RE: Master Shadow - 4/18/2015 9:55:08 AM   
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Chapter 7


I finished the whole drink and took a few minutes to savor the soothing effect but then got back to service. I opened the box and unpackaged the few separate units. There was a butt plug device and a cock cage device which were connected by a wire. Both devices were made of a soft plastic. There was a cord that looked like a typical phone charger only much longer. Two other pieces looked like remote controls – a small key fob with two buttons and a larger device which looked more like a TV remote. There was also a small tube of lube, instructions and a sealed envelope marked “confidential – for property owner only”.

By reading the instructions I found that the appliances worked using wifi and blue tooth. The anal fitting and chastity device were controllable with the larger remote. There were options to cause the plug to inflate, vibrate or send a shock just by pushing a button on the remote. The shock was similar to the level of a dog collar – enough to startle but not enough to cause damage. The remote also allowed for locking and unlocking the cock cage.

The small key fob was for the wearer and had two buttons one which allowed for locking and unlocking of the cage and the other for the plug. The unit is battery powered and had a charging port on the base of the butt plug. It takes about one hour per day to charge for a use of a normal day.

There were instructions on how to use the master remote to connect the devices to wifi for remote use and Bluetooth for close range operation. I made sure the connection to both was recognized then went through all the information and explained it to Master.
“OK, let’s try it out - get it ready to put it on,” he ordered. I spread a little lube on the tip of the anal insertion part and handed it to him. I also handed him the sealed confidential envelope.

The insertion part of the plug was very thin and went in easy. One press of the plug button started the inflation process. It was quiet but I felt a small vibration as the probe expanded inside me. The level of inflation was set by the Master remote. Pushing the button on the fob inflates it to the level last set by the master. It felt very comfortable – almost like it wasn’t there.

The cage was made of a soft yet durable plastic in a large quarter inch mesh. It was shaped like a penis with a ring that would fit behind my balls. It was open on top with two clasps – in front and back of the ball area. I slid it on over my dick with the ring behind my scrotum and clasped the top. The clasps clicked in place. I also made sure the wire that connected the two units was securely plugged into both. Like the butt plug, it did not feel intrusive to have it on, but I did feel there.

“OK,” he said, “let’s test it out. I’ll try the Bluetooth first.” He walked to the other side of the house and I felt the anal probe vibrate.

“Did you feel that?” he shouted from across the house.

“Yes Master,” I replied. I then felt a shock that wasn’t painful but did startle me.

“How about that?” he asked.

“Yes Sir, I felt it.” I responded.

He then tested the unlock features and I felt the plug deflate and chastity device unlock. He came back in and said, “OK I’m going to go drive down to starbucks and see if this will work over wifi.” We performed the same test and I confirmed to him via text that each instruction he gave was received.

I waited with the plug inflated inside my ass and the cage locked on my cock, on my hands and knees by the door. When he returned he said, “OK, you may unlock the cage and take it off for now. You don’t need to wear it for one day after a milking but the butt plug stays in at all times except when I’ve ordered you to remove it or you’ve asked for and received permission.

For the rest of the day, I went about my daily tasks of cleaning and serving him snacks and meals. Master spent a large amount of time chatting with someone on the internet. When my chores were done, I kneeled on the floor by his feet at the computer desk. I though back on all my training so far and wondered about how this would fit once I started work the day after tomorrow. My thoughts were interrupted by Master saying, “follow me”,

I followed ho to the kitchen where he pulled an empty liter soda bottle out of the recycling bin. He ordered me to cut out the bottom on the bottle and then meet him in the bathroom. I did what he said and when I got to the bathroom he explained, “We’re going to try something different that will help in your training. Put the bottle in your mouth and close your lips around the top. I’m going to piss into the other end – this will make it easier for you to keep up swallowing. Any excess will fill up in the bottle and you can catch up rather than it spilling all over the place. You should still try to keep up. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied as I put the bottle to my mouth. I carefully undid his pants and took his dick out then waited.
He let out a soft exhale and the stream started flowing. Keeping my lips tight on the bottle, I started to swallow. It did not take long for the bottle to start to fill up and the sound of piss on plastic rang in my ears. It was golden yellow in color.

I drank as fast as I could and was less concerned about the warm stale bitter taste. I did not think of it as drinking his waste being more concerned about keeping up. When he finished there was about a fifth of a liter left in the bottle. I quickly gulped without spilling a drop then removed the bottle, thanked Master, and put his dick back in his pants.

“Good boy”, he replied. “Now clean out the bottle and keep it for later use.”

He left the bathroom and went right back to the chat room. I again went to stay at his feet and the rest of the night was just relaxing. I called my family and spoke to them for a while. He chatted for a while longer on the computer then we watched TV together. Even though he sat on the couch and me on the floor, we talked for a long time as equals. I spoke respectfully but he invited me to express my feelings and thoughts. He even allowed me to continue watching TV when he went to bed.

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RE: Master Shadow - 12/13/2015 7:20:33 PM   
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RE: Master Shadow - 9/11/2016 3:49:23 PM   
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Status: offline 		what experience do you have as a slave? any? or just writing about it in the fantasy mode?

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RE: Master Shadow - 9/14/2016 2:00:52 PM   
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Status: offline 		Your training though simple is effective soon you will be full service and quite valuable thereare few trained for full toilet. Serve well

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RE: Master Shadow - 10/23/2016 8:55:26 PM   
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Status: offline 		Here is chapter 8 - i wanted to close out the story. I hope you enjoyed the story. I hope to write another one that's more realistic and will continue the themes of this story.

Over the next few weeks I was able to settle into my routine. Things actually got easier once I started to work. The distraction was therapeutic and helped me deal with my service once I got home. The housework and laundry was done on a schedule and I was able to prepare is meals and clean up afterwards.

I was able to learn how to take his piss swallowing without any interruption to his stream. It turned out that being his urinal was not a daily ritual. It turned out to be more of a matter of convenience for master and he used me in that way when he needed to pee but did not want to get up. Blow jobs were part of my daily duties. Pretty much every morning and sometimes again that night. Most of the time he would ejaculate in my mouth but every so often he'd do it on me and make me keep it on there.

He took me anally about once a week. He didn't always warn me when that was going to happen so I had to keep myself clean at all times. It became easy to take the butt plug in and out and he allowed me to access the control freely. The only rule was that it was to stay on fir at least an hour after receiving his seed. It was actually something I looked forward to as I wanted my body to come in contact with that part of him. Although the unit allowed vibration or shock he hadn't used it on me yet and I have not given him a reason to do so.

The chastity device was uncomfortable at first but I got used to it and became confident that no one at work could tell I had it on. It did not allow me to pee standing but then again it's not something I had a right to do. He allowed me to remove it at times and keep the area clean. My orgasms have been few and far between and he has made me milk myself every two weeks. The feeling still sucks but I have been able to drain myself in about 20 minutes now.

It was smooth sailing until Master's brother showed up and discovered our relationship. That was complicated but it got even more so when Master met a significant other and started a relationship of equals with him. But that's for my next story...

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