I had completed my first month as a slave to my new master. I didn't know his first name. He only let me know to call him Master. I had signed a six month contract with him to completely submit to him in any way. I wasn't doing this for money, but for the simple pleasure of being used. I had wanted to do something like this since I was eighteen when I went to my first BDSM club. I decided that I was going to take some time and research to make sure it's what I wanted. After a few successful kinky hookups, I realized I wanted to push it farther.
I had always been a slut. I loved having sex. I was usually the bottom but I could be the top as well. I liked the ultimate pleasure of having sex with someone else. I had been in gangbangs, orgys, one night stands. I had done it all. I hadn't done this. Master was nice to me for the most part, when we weren't having sex or in active sessions we would watch TV together or play games. But boy was it jaring when he went from a seemingly friend to my master again.
There were a few house rules that I had to follow at all times. The first being I was never clothed. I was always completely naked. It took some time getting used to but after the first couple of days being naked wasn't that bad. Even the thought of that made me rock hard. The second was I wasn't allowed to speak unless I was spoken to. That one was hard to get used to when we were watching TV and he seemed to be a friend. He would always smack me whenever I spoke out of turn. Third, I wasn't allowed to play with myself or have an orgasm without explicit permission. Right now it had been three days since he had let me get off. The fourth was I had a strict diet and workout routine. My diet consisted of mostly liquids, the shakes he made me lap up were highly nutrient dense. He assured me I was getting the right amount of calories and protein but it always left me hungry. However, I wasn't losing any weight, so I figured that he was right. In the basement he had a full gym where I had a strict workout routine. I was to work out and follow the daily routine for two hours everyday. I usually did this while he was at work. The fourth was I had a strict hygiene routine. I had to shave my whole body every day, leaving only the hair on my head. I then had to douche everyday right before he got home. This got easier and easier because of my diet.
Currently I was doing my workout routine while my Master was at work. Today was arm day so I was in the middle of doing push-ups when I heard the door unlock. My heart raced. This was the first time that he had come home in the middle of the day. He usually was gone from 9 to 5. I knew that when he got home I was to greet him on all fours at the bottom of the stairs. I ran over to the stairs and got on all fours. I hadn't gotten to my cleaning routine yet. I wasn't supposed to do that until he got home.
"That's a good boy." My master said as he came down the stairs. His presence when he walked into the room was electrifying. He was tall and gruff. He had plenty of body hair, huge arms, never skipped leg day so his ass was huge. He kept his hair long on top and short on the sides. He always wore a suit and tie to work and I usually had the pleasure of undressing him and worshiping his body when he got home. I loved our routine.
He gave my ass a slap with his bare hand. I didn't flinch in pain, I was used to this. Over the last month he had pushed me to my limits a couple of times so a few slaps on the ass were welcoming at this point.
"I realized that it's been a month of you being with me. I think it's time to step it up and really show you what it's like to be my slave. Do you want that?" He asked. His tone was stern and sexy.
"Yes, Master." I replied.
"Good boy." He responded with another slap on my ass, this time harder. He then grabbed my balls and squoze. Out of all the punishments I got regularly, I hated my balls being played with the most. That really got me. Master knew this by how I screamed when he played with my balls. My whole body tensed.
"This is exactly what I mean," He said, "My real slave wouldn't be so tense when I grabbed it's balls. This is proof you haven't submitted fully to me." He squeezed a little harder and I tried to relax as much as I could. I could tell it wasn't good enough.
"Pathetic," He muttered and spit on my ass. I could feel my cock hardened as he played with my balls a little harder.
"Follow me." He commanded. I crawled on all fours as he led me to the basement bathroom. The basement was set up as a gym/sex dungeon/ bathroom. It's where I spent most of my time. The walls were black, the floor was a soft rubber and there were no windows. The stairs were in the middle of the room. Towards the right was the gym. The gym had a treadmill, stationary bike and a weight rack. Then towards the other end there was the sex dungeon. This is where Master hung all of the devices that he used on me on the wall. He would display them proudly and they served a constant reminder of what was going to happen to me. There was a full side bed with full posts to tie me up, a chair that I imagined was in like what you saw in a gynecologist's office complete with stirrups to keep my feet up. There was also a dog cage that I had been kept in a few times and a series of tie ups on the ceiling where I would be suspended for long periods of time. On the back wall of the dungeon side there was a floor to ceiling mirror. The bathroom had everything I needed to clean myself complete with a douche wand on the shower to really power clean my insides.
"Hurry up." He commanded. As I went into the bathroom I saw that Master had a long rope in his hands. This was new. We usually didn't do anything in the bathroom and we usually didn't do much while he still had clothes on. He handcuffed my hands behind my back.
"Get on your back." He yelled as I got on my back. He reached down and used the rope he had in his hand around my cock and balls and tied a tight knot. There was no way that was coming off. He then tied the rest of the rope onto the towel bar of the bathroom. He pulled it tight enough where it hoisted me up by the balls. I had to arch my back just leaving my shoulders on the floor in order for it to not be completely excruciating pain.
"If you put your hips down this rope is going to tear your balls clean off. You must lift your hips up as high as you can to relieve yourself." A stress position. We had never done this before. I was already getting tired keeping my hips up but I knew that if I put them down it would cause terrible pain. I squirmed and writhed in agony.
Master then stood over me and pulled out his cock. His 8 inch girthy cock. It was such a sight to see. He then started jerking off, getting harder and harder.
"You want this dick boy." He asked.
"Yes master, so bad." I whimpered. He put his foot on my chest pushing me down to the floor. The rope pulled my balls harder and harder and tears came to my eyes. I blinked them back.
"To fucking bad. You don't get what you want. You do what I want." He let me go and I immediately pushed my hips up to relieve my poor balls from being pulled so hard.
He kept jerking his cock until his eyes rolled back and a thick stream of cum came out of him, landing on my chest and face. "Fuck." He muttered as he looked at his watch. "I have to get back to work. Be a good boy until I get back." He muttered stuffing his semi erect cock back into his dress pants and zipping up his zipper. He flicked off the light and left.
Fear started setting in. How long was he going to be gone? How long was I going to be in this arched position with my balls being stretched to the limits. Pain started creeping into my balls and the pit of my stomach. I knew this wasn't a good sign. Master probably hadn't even left the house yet and I was going to have to do this for hours. I tried to arch my back further and further so that it would relieve the pain from my balls.
My stomach grumbled. I realized that I didn't get to eat my post workout meal. I had burned a thousand calories probably in my workout, my arms were sore from it being arm day. Everything in my body was hurting. This was a mind game. This was going to break me down to be a better slave to Master. So I took it. I leaned into the pain. Figuring out how I was going to get through the next couple of hours. His cum had dripped down and dried on my chest and face.
They went by slowly but with every passing moment my excitement grew. The pain in the balls was excruciating, like nothing I had ever felt before. It was intense but for some reason I loved it. I wanted more. I was excited for the next month being pushed even further. I didn't realize that I could be pushed farther but Master was right. At this point I was enduring everything Master put in my way, loving every minute. But I was still scared, I still had a pit in my stomach when Master came home. I wanted to be eager to please and be pushed even further.
I heard the door unlock and master walk in. My heart raced with excitement. He was going to let me down. I heard footsteps go upstairs. He never went upstairs. He always came down to me first thing when he got home. I heard the fridge open and a can open. He was getting a drink. He never got a drink without me. My stomach sank. I then heard footsteps go into the bedroom. I assumed he was getting undressed. Maybe he just wanted to get ready before coming down. My heart sank when I heard the footsteps go into the living room and the TV turned on.
How long was he going to keep me here? I was drenched in sweat, my stomach was rumbling and I didn't know how much more I could go. After what seemed like hours but was probably only twenty minutes I heard the TV flick off and he walked downstairs.
