Betrayed Part 2

Author: Trillimar
Title: Betrayed: Part 2
Date: 30 June 2006

Betrayed Part 2 by Trillimar (kmhs73@yahoo.com)

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BETRAYED: PART 2

I stood on that porch, naked—naked in mind and body. It felt that my very soul was now exposed.

Master Derek grinned widely as he took stock of me. His eyes cut through me and I felt him take in every inch of me. His smile faded for a moment when we made eye contact and then he grinned again. He began speaking, “Well you have made your agreement now. From this moment on your cock will determine your limits. Now we will test this.”

“Right inside this door, I have a collar. It is a posture collar. Now wait, slave. Your cock can’t rise yet. I haven’t finished yet. This is a special posture collar. Although it is not as severe as I normally would have a slave of mine wear, this one has a special modification that will give you a shock if you make any sound with your voice. Like a dog’s shocking collar. I see you are already agreeing, but before you do please note. I will lock it on for the whole month. You will be robbed of your voice your entire visit. You will only communicate with your cock, and I see that you agree. Good.”

My cock was not only hard during Master Derek’s description but was positively leaking pre-cum. The more he described the more I wanted it. I was not rationally considering anything any longer. I was just rushing with hormones.

Master Derek turned and picked up the collar from within the doorway and turned back to reveal a posture collar that was still severe from my perspective. It was at least three inches up front maybe more, had a battery pack on both the left and right sides and the straps that closed it in the back were very thick looking. Well they were buckled up and it was done tightly and quickly and before I could make a sound, the clicks of small locks made me aware that I would not be getting out of this collar anytime soon.

Master Derek then turned me around so we looked at each other in the eyes. He then began to explain that he made arrangements at a bank located in Switzerland. He can make deposits in person and via mail, but he can only make a withdrawal after 29 days. He then put the keys to the collar into an envelope and said he would mail it on Monday. My voice was truly being locked away. Master Derek looked at me and laughed “You can test it if you want. I told you many times I am not a sadist, so will not ask you to test it, but I assure you if you make even the slightest sound you will regret it and it gets worse the louder you are.”

Master Derek went inside and indicated that I should follow. He had me turn in many directions so he could see every inch of my naked body. He then explained that he enjoyed inspecting my body but wants to inspect my mind as well and indicated the journal that I had filled with my fantasies. He then began to explain our first activity together. He wanted to keep me busy so he could contemplate the journal in peace.

Master Derek went on to see if my cock was in agreement. “I know you are an educated man. A professor no less! This means you are a lover of words. Now I am guessing you were made to write lines as a child, but maybe not that often since you are so educated. Well, I will want you to write lines for me about your submission. I have a very special computer program that will track the lines you will write. After each line if there are any errors the program will add additional lines that you will have to type. If you take too long to finish any particular line, you will receive a shock to your balls. Does your cock agree?”

My cock couldn’t help but agree. To be treated like a naughty child was a humiliation I had not expected no even desired. My cock rose quickly in agreement. Master Derek’s domination was decisive and was setting the standard of our relationship so early. Although he ha taken my voice he was going to script the words I will now type at his command.

Master Derek laughed at me again. “So quick to agree and you don’t even know how many lines you will write. I was going to let you choose, but will keep you in the dark instead.”

He hooked a leash to my collar and led me to a smallish room down the main corridor of the house. Inside was only a desk with a computer on it, and one of those strange ergonomic kneeling chairs. The chair is designed to assist in keeping good posture. I had to kneel on the knee pad of and then sit on the seat. There is no back or arms to the chair but the bent knee leg position forces the back up straight. After checking to see how I fit in the chair he had me get up and went to a small closet which I hadn’t noticed earlier. He took out a relatively large dildo and strapped it to the chair and he brought up some other toys that I could make out yet.

He helped lower me onto the dildo since I had to get it inserted before I could get my legs into position. I hadn’t noticed but it was at least lubed. I then could get my legs into position. I was amazed at how my back was held in such an upright position.

Master Derek then chained my ankles together around the back support of the chair. I could now not get off the chair, but squirmed a bit and could move myself up and down a bit, which I began to do enjoying the feel of the dildo up my ass. This ended when Master Derek placed a parachute harness around my balls and chained that to the base of the chair. He chained it pretty tight, so there was a constant tug to my balls and the dildo was firmly and totally filling my ass now. My squirming was definitely stopped, especially since he then took my wrists and placed leather restraints around my wrists that were connected to short chains leading to the keyboard. I would not even be able to reach my cock now that was leaking from excitement now. I was so ready to begin our first play.

Well before I began to my assignment master Derek then took some wires that came from the computer and attached them to my balls. He then took some headphones and placed them on my head, and fiddled with the keyboard typing some commands but I was not sure what.

I then began to hear my own voice in my ears. I was repeating, “I want to submit, I want to be controlled.” From the sound of it, I guessed it was from one of our phone conversations. I then looked at the screen. Written in a heavy bold font were the words:

“I have completely submitted my mind and body to Master Derek to be controlled and shaped.”

There was also a text box for me to type into. Remember that if I was too slow I started working right away. I didn’t know it at the time but the program was truly devious. I had to type that line 250 times, but for every mistake I had to type an additional 10 lines. However my balls were not punished if I made a mistake, they got punished if I went to slow, but it was based on my average so far. So if I went quickly I had to stay quick, but if I let myself get shocked enough the average would get longer and longer. But since I wouldn’t want to get shocked I would try to always be quicker than the average I would tend to go quicker and quicker which would lead to possible mistakes making this training exercise to last even longer. Well I hadn’t known all this yet.

I began working on the typing right away. And it must have been around the tenth or so line that I must have gone too slow, because suddenly blanked out to be replaced by a countdown timer showing 6 seconds, and my balls were on fire during those six seconds. Sadly I was also surprised by that shock and inadvertently tested my shocking collar as well. I don’t know if I had originally yelped softly or not but after that first yelp, the shock was so strong I began to scream but the shocks got so heavy and hard I learned to quiet down and was silent.

However by the time I finally learned to control my voice, my six seconds of balls shocking had been over for a while, and I realized I best get typing because I feared to be late again. Well when I pressed enter, the timer showed 37 seconds. I hadn’t realized I struggled so long with the collar that first time. Well I still yelped a bit but did better keeping control, and began typing soon after the countdown was done. I was beginning my training now in earnest. I was to be quick, and accurate for my Master, while always controlling my voice.

As the first hours passed, I would get shocked periodically. I sometimes would listen to the words in my ears. Sometimes I would read the words I was tying over and over again. But as the hours got longer and there was no end in sight, I began to become more and more frustrated. My mind began to empty. My fingers just kept typing the letters on the screen. I just needed it to stop. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg for it to stop. My whole will was just turned to typing, it was then that saw the words again, and heard the words again. I wanted to submit. I have submitted. I have gotten what I wanted.

After about 6 hours or so, the screen went blank and the earphones went quiet. I then felt Master Derek in the room. I had always wondered if he was there or not, but the program did not allow for my musings and I had to focus on it so now was the first time I was sure that he was there with me. I thought I had lost my mind and was shaking a bit.

“It took you long enough, slave. I finished your journal quite some time again. You better improve because this will not be the only time we will do this training.” He typed again n the keyboard and reprimanded me some more. “You typed that line over 600 times. I expect excellence from my slaves in all things. This will teach you not to make any more mistakes. It is late and it is now time for you to go to sleep.”

He disconnected my arms, legs and balls from the chair and desk and took the leash that was still hooked to my collar and led me to the kitchen. Since I still had not eaten or drank anything, my spirits were definitely raised by the prospects here.

“I want you to be healthy, but you have to earn the right to eat. Till then you will be put on a liquid diet.” He then removed the leash and walked me to the wall where he chained the collar to some hooks, so I could watch him work. It was good to stand and I loved the feel of blood moving around my limbs again. I then watched Master Derek put some tofu, yogurt (to replace the bacteria cultures I have been losing from the enemas) and protein powder in a food processor. It looked thick and gross, and then he went to the refrigerator and took out what must be at least a half of gallon of his own piss. He put all of this is a bag with an attached tube and placed it over my head and put the tube in my mouth. He released the valve and the liquid slowly fed into my mouth. Master Derek sneered at me again saying, “Hurry up! You took too long typing I need to get you to bed so we can be rested for tomorrow.” With this encouragement I began to suck hard on the tube trying to get more of the mixture. I finished it in no time.

After I was done, Master Derek looked me in the eyes again. “We will play more tomorrow, but it has been a long day and a long trip for you. You have done very well so far, slave. Now it is time to sleep. Tonight it will be easy.” He hooked the wrist restraints I was wearing behind my back, and then unhooked my collar from the wall. He led me to the bathroom and held my dick so I could piss. Afterwards he took me to a tiny closet with a couple of blankets inside, pushed me in, closed the door, and locked it.