'Yes master.'
Eleven fifty nine. I stood outside Jim's door waiting for the hour to strike before knocking. I wanted my time as his slave to start as I meant to continue, and follow my instructions to the best of my ability.
Jim was silent as he let me in and gestured me into his front room, and to sit at his table. Lying on the shiny surface was a printed document and a pen. Jim walked away, leaving me alone to read it through. As I read it was clear what I would let myself in for if I signed it. It would give him the right to do anything he wanted to my body in the next twelve hours. When I had finished reading I lifted the pen, an antique-looking fountain pen. I handled it with reverence as I signed, careful to avoid forming blots. I don't think I had ever held a proper fountain pen before.
As I handed the paper to Jim he spoke for the first time.
'Strip!' The bark in the word emphasised my new status. I quickly followed orders and stood before him in all my glory.
'Good girl' his voice softened a little. I was happy because he was pleased, but I knew I was not yet in the true slave mode he had invoked in me during my initial test. I was acting more than feeling.
'Kneel!'
I did, staying still as Jim left the room, leaving me on my own for several minutes. I was becoming aware Jim was deliberately keeping his orders to single sharp words to help me get into my role. When I saw the dog-collar and lead he was carrying when he came back I knew I was truly a slave.
Minutes later I was lying, still nude, on the back seat of his car, covered in a blanket. I wondered whether it was to keep me out of sight or to prevent me seeing where we were going. Either way it was hot under there, and as the drive lengthened I felt myself dozing.
I was roused by the sound of the hand brake as Jim parked.
The blanket was pulled away, and I shivered in the sudden cold.
'Out!'
I eagerly followed orders, until my feet hit the ground and I sank to my ankles in mud. I looked longingly at the knee high wellie boots Jim was now wearing then shook myself back to reality. I was a slave with no say in what I wore. We appeared to be in a farmyard, in front of a large barn. The car park was large, but at the moment there were only two other cars in it. Jim had mentioned an audience, so presumably it would fill later. Without a word Jim took my leash to take me into a small room. The whole room was made of undecorated concrete, grey and drab. The floor was of bare earth, covered in mud-coated straw.
A man came over and ran his hands over my body impersonally, from neck to shin. With an effort I managed to stay still and not resist his cold hands.
'Could have more meat on it. Nice breasts though.' He opened my mouth and examined my teeth carefully. I wondered what he was looking for. It was probably meant to intimidate me. If so it was succeeding. Jim started haggling with them over the price they were going to pay for me. Jim, bless him, pointed out all my good points, including my obedience. I wasn't sure whether it was good or bad when one of the men pointed out my thin legs and lack of stomach. Eventually money changed hands and my new master led me away. He was joined by another man. I had no chance to say goodbye to Jim. I knew I had agreed to this, but I had no way to know whether I should trust these men as I did Jim. After all he had acted as my dom for over a year, and now was my master. My stomach flipped, Jim was my ex-master, and the nameless man pulling on my collar owned me for the rest of my slavery time.
The other man was huge, the sort of intimidating man employed by pubs in the rougher parts of town as bouncers. His muscles barely bulged as he lifted me and laid me on my back on a large table in another room, my head hanging over the edge. A wooden pole was forced it into my mouth. At first I gagged until my years of practice of swallowing cocks kicked in, and I made myself breathe through my nose. Master was doing the same thing to my pussy.
Abruptly I was rolled over to lie on my front. I saw the big man carrying a thick pole towards me and felt the weight as he rested it on my back. He lifted the pole which was in my mouth, and pushed the larger pole forward until I could see a metal loop set into it, with two large screws to adjust it. When he had tightened the loop around my pole I could only face forward. My body was held tight when the pole in my pussy was similarly fixed in place. It was uncomfortable, but not painful, although the position of my stretched neck promised pain in the future.
The bouncer-type pulled my elbows tight against the pole and the lower parts of my arms were tied there tightly. While he was doing this my legs were folded back and also tied in place in what came pretty close to a hog tie but I was bound to the pole as well. These poles seemed an elaborate way to achieve that, there had to be more to it than this. I remembered Jim promising me something to do with heat, but there was nothing hot in this room. I tried to calm my panic. I could do nothing to change things, and worrying was pointless. It wasn't easy to reach my calm place without Jim's help though, as was a major part of his dom expertise.
A door opened behind me and I could hear voices from behind it. I guessed this was the audience, and shivered, suddenly dreading whatever was going to happen to me.
'Hey, Jed!'
My master called across the room.
'Yeah.'
The voice sounded rough, and the footsteps which approached were heavy.
'Take this end, will you.'
'Yeah, boss'
