The alarm went off. Chris woke up and said "Once you get good at cocksucking, you'll get me up with a blowjob every day. Until then, go make me breakfast, you worthless fuck."
"Yes, Master." I crawled to the kitchen, he headed to the shower. I put cereal in my bowl and ate off the floor like I had been ordered to. He came to get his breakfast and I got under the table to suck his feet. I was wondering if I would be going to work or if he had other plans. He was dressed for work.
"I'm going to work." Chris said. "You get showered and dressed, take off your collar, then go to work and work-out after. Then straight home. You strip when you get in the door and put the collar back on."
"Yes, Master." No humiliating orders for work, that was a relief. I still had to crawl, but I got cleaned up (which felt good) and dressed. I still had to crawl to the door.
I wasn't late for work, which was good. I seemed to be normal at work, nothing about me was different from before. For the first time since Chris ordered me to rub his feet I felt free, in control. I didn't even try to tell anyone what had happened to me. It would be devastating to admit to anyone. I was too big of a man, too smart to fall into a trap like that.
Some time working put me in a more normal mood. I had not had a restful weekend, and I just wanted to put it all behind me. Could I hope everything would be back to normal? Or was that too much to ask for?
I saw the guy from the mailroom coming around, making deliveries. I never liked him. I'm sure he was gay, as I had caught him staring at my bulge (which was certainly impressive), and a few of the other guys. He dropped the paperwork at my desk, and meaning to sound snide, I said "It's about time." Then, to my amazement, I added "Sir." It all came out in a respectful tone. He looked at me puzzled, then went on. I was as puzzled as he was. It kept going through my mind for the rest of the day.
When I had to take a piss, I couldn't head to a urinal. For some reason I went to a stall, sat down and pissed like a girl. I'd been doing that at home, but I had been ordered not to stand. Chris must have programmed me this way. I wondered what else he had stuck in my head and not told me about.
I didn't join anyone for lunch. I just didn't want to be around people. After work, I made it to the gym and took out some of my frustrations on my muscles. I drove to the house I shared with Chris, my stomach starting to tie itself into knots. My return to normalcy was ending, and I couldn't imagine what horrors awaited me.
Entering the house, I automatically started stripping. Chris was sitting on the sofa again. "Your collar is on the table, be sure to put it on."
"Yes, Master." I was on my knees already and after I buckled it, I put my hands behind my head. Shit, it was my default when not under other orders. I heard Chris guffaw, then he ignored me for a while.
Finally he said "Over here you stupid slave, default position."
"Yes, Master." I crawled over and got into position.
Chris smirked at me "So, how was work shithead?"
"I couldn't stand up to piss, Master, and I called this gay guy 'sir'. What did you do to me?"
"Oh yeah, you shouldn't be pissing like a man. You'll be sitting to do it. How do you know the guy is gay?"
"I've seen him checking out my bulge, Master."
"Well, this is interesting. You don't like gays do you?"
"No, Master."
"We'll, you're gay now. A real cock-slut. A faggot. A bottom boy. All because I want you to be."
"Master, I don't want to be gay."
"To bad, you are. You watch gay porn, you suck me off and you give me your ass all the time. Sounds pretty gay to me."
"Master, I do that because you make me."
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Well it doesn't matter. You're gay now. And I think when you get an opportunity to suck him off you will. Got me, slave?"
"Yes, Master. Please don't make me suck him off. Not at work, it could ruin me."
"I don't care. I tell you want to do and you do it. You can bitch all you want, but you will obey. Now, go get started on dinner, which is served in the dining room" Chris smirked at me.
"Yes, Master." I crawled away. My dinner was in a bowl while I was cooking his. I washed my face since I couldn't stand looking so stupid with food all over it.
After I set the table, I crawled out to Chris "Dinner is ready, Master."
Chris opened up a drawer and handed me something. "When you serve me dinner, you will be wearing these."
"Yes, Master." It was a couple of cuffs like the Chippendales wore. I put them on.
"And you can stand," I stood up. "Over there, like a waiter. You just wait on me."
"Yes, Master." I stood and waited. Demeaning, that's what it was. I would stand or kneel and just wait for him to command me. I was an object.
When he finished he got up. "Clean up slave."
"Yes, Master." I got the dishes and washed them, including my bowl. When I was done, I got in the kneeling display position and stayed there, in front of the sink. Damn, I was hopeless. I just waited.
"Slave, fetch me a beer."
"Yes, Master." At least I could move again. I got the beer and crawled out to serve him. When I delivered it, I got back into my display position. I waited.
"Get to practicing." Chris point to the dildo coming out of the cabinet.
"Yes, Master. No, please don't make me do it again."
"Get practicing slave!" But I was already crawling toward it.
"Yes, Master." I saw the big thing staring me in the face for a moment before my lips wrapped around it. Again, I was doing this for so long, while he watched TV, and occasionally chuckled at me.
When he was ready for bed, Chris ordered me to the bedroom and up on the bed where he fucked me. I cleaned him off and as I crawled to the foot of the bed to go to sleep, I realized I hadn't cum for days. I'd never gone this long without fucking a woman or pulling one off into my hand. Not that I was doing anything that turned me on. Acting like a maid and getting fucked, but still.
The week went like this. I would be assigned to do all the household tasks, practicing my cocksucking in the living room, or have to watch the porn and imitate from the TV in the bedroom. My life was shit, and I hated Chris for it. I was only getting hard when Chris told me to, but the lack of cumming was building up. I could get a bit of a chub thinking about women at work, but that all went away at home. I was getting blue balls. The kind that gets you to fuck an ugly chick if you can't get a hot one.
Thursday night after dinner, I was delivering Chris a beer when he asked "Have you sucked that guy off at work?"
"No, Master." I answered, glad that was one humiliation I hadn't had to do.
"You stupid fucking shit. Why the hell not?" Chris seemed a bit pissed.
"We haven't been alone together."
"Stupid fucking excuse. You should have found a way to get him alone. I'm going to punish you for being uncooperative." He stood up and started to remove his belt.
"No, Master, please don't." My blood ran cold.
Chris sat down. "Over my knee you fuck-up."
"Yes, Master, no please don't, please." But I was crawling up over his knees. This was going to be bad.
CRACK. I yelled out. Damn it hurt as the belt came down on my ass.
"You're getting punished for not offering yourself to a man. Thank me and tell me why you're being punished."
"Thank you Master for punishing me for not offering myself to a man." I said.
CRACK. "Again." Chris said.
"Thank you Master for punishing me for not offering myself to a man."
"Every time, say it every time."
CRACK. "Thank you Master for punishing me for not offering myself to a man."
