My master attached a leash to my collar and lead me out of the slave quarters, through his house and upstairs. He brought me into a large room that was clearly designed for fucking. Specifically fucking slaves. It wasn't romantic it wasn't sensual in a dark 50 shades of gray sense. It was clear that this room had one purpose, to use his property.
Inside the room was every sexual device imaginable, every restraint thinkable and something to allow any fantasy to be fulfilled. The size of the room, the various furniture and the lockers and storage made this clear that it was used not just by master but by anyone he allowed in here.
He led me to the center of the room, to somewhat of a circular stage with a spotlight shining down on it and leather couches and chairs encircling it. He attached my leash to a sturdy metal loop in the center of the stage which forced me to my knees. Then, with his eyes staring deep into my soul he stripped. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and stomach. He was muscular, so masculine with abs and pecks, biceps bulging out. By the look of my slave brothers it was clear, he wanted to be the man. He wanted us to be the slaves. Not feminine, not masculine, he wanted us to be bodies for use. Slim, hairless and void of masculine or feminine traits.
He unbuttoned his pants and as they dropped his rock hard cock became apparent behind his boxers. He took off his socks and walked over to me. He shoved them in my face, making me smell them deeply. It was intoxicating. "You will always crave every part of me slave, you will long to taste me, touch me and smell me. Your entire reason to breath will be me. I am your everything"
"You are my everything," I whispered as I stared into his mysterious blue eyes.
He stepped back and dropped his boxers. His large, thick, veiny cocky sprang up. My heart began to race. I needed it inside me.
I desperately wanted him to walk toward me and fuck me mercilessly. Claiming me as his property.
He could tell.
"What do you want slave?"
"Your cock, master, I want you to fuck me."
"You want me to fuck you, slave?"
"I need you to fuck me, master"
"Why?"
"Because it's my purpose," I said
"Yes, my body is your prize, your reason to live," he replied
"You are my everything, sir,"
"I am your everything"
"So please, use my body and cum in me," I begged
He stood for a moment just staring into my eyes.
"No." He said finally, "not yet. You need to learn the slave basics. Once we've covered that, I will continue to break you for the next several days. Then, once you're ready, you'll be initiated. You will be used by many people, of all genders, so you must be trained to please me as I will gift you to friends and business partners to be used temporarily, I will also rent you out from time to time and you must never disappoint me. So your training must be long and strict. So much so you never have to think, you'll know to do whatever you're told without hesitation."
"Yes master," I said, my cock straining in my cage. This all sounded so fucking hot and I couldn't believe just a few days ago I was living a boring meaningless life.
Master then spent the next several hours teaching me the slave positions. All while he slowly rubbed his massive cock sitting in his chair. While I was chained to the stage illuminated by blinding bright stage light.
The positions will drilled deep into my memory to the point I could never forget them and I would obey instantly.
Nadu, with my hands behind my head and my legs spread, kneeling on my knees.
Inspection, which was the same thing but standing and my legs spread.
Humble, with my head buried to the ground and my ass high, exposing my tiny pink asshole.
Doll with my legs spread on my back, stool and table with my back straight and parallel to the ground.
Collar me with my neck ready to be wrapped in a collar.
These and others were repeated hundreds of times until my legs ached, my knees a bruised and my back stiff.
Finally when master was satisfied he commanded me to "wait" position, where I stood with my hands behind my back.
"You will now experience pain." He said, "you will experience pain as punishment and you will experience pain simply because it brings me pleasure. At times it will be used to correct you and at times it will be used because you are my property and it's fun to inflict pain on you. You will learn to endure pain with many eyes watching and many hands groping you."
"Yes master!" I said confidently trying to summon courage.
He unhooked my leash from the stage and lead me to a space with a chain hanging from the ceiling.
He attached my handcuffs to the chain bringing my hands above my head. He inserted a ball gag in my mouth, a blindfold over my eyes and a lubricated buzzing prostate massager in my ass.
Then, he whipped me, flogged me, spanked me, slapped my face, and punched my stomach. Over and over for what seemed like an eternity. He beat me. My body throbbed, my body stung, my body burned with pain.
After awhile the continued pain began to mix with pleasure. The burning pain tingled, the massager in my ass unrelentingly pushing me deeper into pleasure. My cock was dripping precum through its cage. I only knew this because I felt it drip on my foot.
There came a point where my senses were entirely overwhelmed. Pain no longer felt like pain, pleasure no longer felt like pleasure. I was no longer a person, I was a slave. Time was irrelevant, it could've been hours, I didn't know and didn't care."
