Master Control

Some time passed before he contacted me again. I enjoyed my freedom but I knew in my heart that it would not last forever. It had taken a while but I no longer got fearful when my phone buzzed. Then when I was least expecting it I got another message from him.

`In 8 days you will serve me again'.

I didn't even fight it or argue I just replied yes Sir happy that once again I would have just over a week to prepare myself. I expected silence as had being custom in the past but instead he said he wanted some things from me.

He asked me if I had purchased any new toys recently. How did he know I thought? I had, a sex shop opened up near my home and I bought ankle cuffs one day I was feeling particularly horny. I told him about them and he seemed pleased.

I was ordered to strip and to get on my knees. While there he wanted me to make a calendar with twenty days on it. He wanted me to highlight when the slavery would recommence in 8 days' time. I did as ordered and sent him a picture.

`Good boi, now use the permanent marker to write my name in large writing on your left thigh'.

He wanted to mark me with his signature. He warned me not to wash it off and if I were to shower to do it with one leg out of the shower. My left thigh now had my Masters name in large block letters written on it.

`Put on the ankle cuffs, drink lots of water and stay naked until I return. Set up auto-answer on Skype and have your phone in a position I can see you.'

Fuck I was naked again with my feet bound together. I hoped he wouldn't take too long. It had been a while since I had to stay naked. I couldn't even cheat if he calls the video call would start before I had time to strip.

After two hours I noticed my phone light up and a video call had started I stared at the screen knowing something was about to happen that I probably wouldn't like.

`Get on your knees now boi. Put one hand behind your head and edge with the other one'.

I did as I was told immediately. It was a level of humiliation I had forgotten. I stroked my dick as he watched in silence for ten minutes getting closer and closer to orgasm. He noticed my cloths lying on the floor from when I stripped two hours ago.

He told me to carry them in my mouth crawl to my bed and fold them neatly. With my feet bound it was probably easier to crawl any way. Carrying my jeans and T Shirt wasn't as bad but my sweaty socks and underwear felt embarrassing.

`Crawl into the bathroom get into the shower, stand up and pee, you must be bursting to go' He ordered.

I started to crawl to the shower. The cold tiles hurting my knees. Getting into the shower with my feet bound was difficult but after a few minutes struggling, that I imagined my Master enjoyed I was finally in the shower.

He was very right I was bursting to pee so it didn't take long for me to let loose. The position of my bound feet caused the piss to cascade down over my thighs, knees and bare feet. He made me stand there for what felt like an hour naked standing in a puddle of my own piss.

`Reminds me of the 21 litres of piss, by the way boi you sent me that story but I noticed it's not on the website. Upload it and add my new Kik I'm eager to hear what the readers suggest to add to your humiliation. I want you to buy some new things at the sex shop. I will send you a list'.

The video call ended and I turned on the shower trying carefully not to wash his signature off but to get as much piss of me as possible. When I had finished and dressed there was a message on Kik containing the shopping list.

I want you to get a leg spreader, a ball gag, another pair of cuffs, nipple clamps that are connected by a chain and candles. Oh and Boi don't cum for the next week.

Two days later I did as ordered and sent him a picture of my purchases. He seemed pleased by them and made me try them all on a send a picture. I was naked of course as usual. He especially liked the ball gag and leg spreader and made me leave them on.

`Now boi put a t-shirt on and edge for me, a shirt that will show all the drool. I want you to edge until the shirt is soaked with your saliva. Then you may stop' he ordered to my horror.

I started to edge with my legs spread and the ball gag in my mouth. Every time I got close and started to breathe heavier lines of spit fell onto my shirt. I was getting frustrated as I edged becoming desperate to cum. The humiliation as spit fell onto my shirt kept my dick hard.

It must have taken an hour of edging before my t-shirt was fully covered in my spit. I fell to the ground when I was told I could stop, relieved but very frustrated and tired. The video call ended and my master was gone but not before one final request for the evening.

`Stay naked until the morning and leave the leg spreader on while you sleep. You may take the ball gag out'. Sleeping that night was extremely hard I could barely move in the bed and had to sleep on my back but the edging had made me tired and eventually I fell asleep.

I had posted the chapter to another website before I had forgotten to post and messages from many readers started to flood in. My master wanted to make sure the people who text me and not him were asked to give ideas for further humiliation.

Some of the ideas were awful some were what you would expect one reader wanted me to cut my hair like a monk shaving the middle part. I decided not to tell my master about this idea. Another wanted me to lick a public toilet seat.

Another liked how I was barefoot in the park and wanted me to walk in pyjamas two sizes too small for me barefoot to the nearest public toilet and walk to the cubicle across the dirty piss tiled floor and wait naked in there for ten minutes with the door unlocked.

I prayed my master would ignore all these ideas as they were getting out of control. I got my first text from a master the rest had all being slaves, a French master. We chatted for a bit and he tried to order me around but I refused to send him pics other than one of my dick. He kept trying though.

I was so sick of all these messages and was a bit tipsy. I was a bit disrespectful to him and told him to go away ignoring him. First I said maybe you should be my slave I'd love to order a master around as a slave. This seemed to really anger him but I just laughed.

The final days passed towards my scheduled call with my master. The urge to cum had become distracting. The hour of edging didn't help but it had being almost two weeks since I had cum and I just needed release. Then the Skype call started.

My master had made me set up auto answer with video call so he could spy in on my whenever he wanted. I looked at the camera partly excited and partly apprehensive. His first order was for me to strip and get down on my knees. I did so without hesitation.

`Edge boi' was the next order.

I edged naked on my knees for about 30 minutes as my master watched on.

`Did you forward all the ideas boi?'

I nodded yes pretty sure I had, I was worried I didn't tell him about the reader who wanted me to unscrew my toilet seat, piss on it and hang it around my neck as I stood in the corner for an hour, but I had.

`What about the reader who wants you to shave your head like a monk?'

I couldn't believe it he had said he hadn't text my master.

`Get a scissor and cut two large chunks from your hair' he ordered menacingly.

I couldn't believe it and in my head I cursed that reader. I found the scissors and cut two large chunks out my hair. The second wasn't big enough so he ordered a third cut. My hair had grown to be quite long so this was extra humiliating.

`You are too hairy anyway. I want every hair gone from your body, arms, legs, pubes, ass and armpits. Crawl into the bathroom like the dog you are'

I crawled in with my phone in my mouth and found my electric razor. After setting my phone up so my master could see my humiliation I started to shave. I started with my arms and moved on to my legs looking as my hair and what made me a man fell to the floor.

He took screen shots once again as I shaved and as always chose the worst moments to take the screen shot. I looked awful, naked shaving my body, my arms and legs.

`Use a blade to shave the rest of it off and send me a picture tomorrow morning' and then once again he was gone.

I woke up late the next day and sent the picture to my master after the deadline. I knew I was in trouble and just hoped he wasn't too unhappy. He sent me a message chastising me for my tardiness and told me he must think of a way to punish me.

About a week passed and I heard nothing, I was starting to think he was bored with me until he sent me a message.

`I've decided to lend you out to another master. One of your readers who I heard you were disrespectful to. You will learn obedience from him over the next two weeks'.

I couldn't believe it he was lending me out like a whore. Not even a whore I was getting no money out of it. I was literally just being pimped out for free. I felt so degraded and humiliated like a piece of thrash being discarded.

`As this sinks in I want you to edge like the dog you are, hump your pillows dog'

I stripped naked and started to hump my pillows as he sent laughing emojis before disconnecting the call. Then I realised who he was lending me out to it was the French master. I still had his Kik so text him asking if this was him. He confirmed it was and just sent a smiley face.

`By the way we negotiated, your slavery begins tomorrow and it will be three weeks not two. You will call me Lord and every time you forget you will spend an hour naked. I look forward to punishing you for your disrespect'.

My master's last order was to forward all the humiliating ideas the readers had sent to my temporary master. He taunted me some more before saying not sure if I should call you dog or a cheap whore.