Freeing my master

Author: catdude
Title: Freeing my master
Date: 14 November 2015

I read a recon profile about a guy who enjoyed being gagged by his slaves and then punishing them if they failed to guess his intent. I was intrigued by the idea of tops being bottomed and took it a step further

The buzz of the magnetic lock releasing on my cage woke me up, like each morning, I climbed out and stretched, glad to be able to stretch again, I quickly slipped out of my sleeping gear, rubber catsuit with posture collar and inflatable gag, it was such a relief to have the giant gag out. I knew that my master would be watching on the closed circuit tv at night as I tucked myself into my cage, pulling the cage door closed and engaging the magnetic lock until it released me in the morning, I knew he would count the number of times I pumped the gag, so I never tried to skimp on the inflation of the pump. I left my sleeping plug in, I knew that would make master happy, and I quickly went to the kitchen and started to make my masters breakfast. I cooked the bacon and eggs for him just as he liked, my stomach rumbled and my mouth watered, it had been over a year now since I had tasted such delicious food, my own breakfast was a simple oatmeal with protein power, I looked down at my naked body, my muscled rippled and my abbs where clearly defined, a harsh diet and work out regime that master had drawn up for me in our first few months together meant that I developed a great body for his enjoyment.

Once breakfast was done I entered masters bedroom, he was already awake and waiting for me, I knew my duty and I moved over to where master’s boots where lined up, I picked out his Tuesday pair and placed them at the foot of the bed, then I selected a pair of leather trousers and leather shirt with leather tie, then masters day jacket. I breathed in deep, the heady masculine smell of all the leather in the closet was intoxicating, I was banned from wearing leather, only real MEN where aloud to wear it, master’s entire closet was leather no other material was in there. Once I had laid out masters clothes I turned my attention back to the boots, I knelt down and began to lick them to a great shine, master was laying in bed watching me, his head resting on his leather pillow while the leather blanket was over him, I finished licking the boots clean and stood up and pulled back the cover, he was still strapped tightly in his sleepsack, his night gag fastened securely in his mouth. A few months into our relationship I had made a big mistake, and I had been punished severely, I had been whipped until my back bled and he had filled my ears with earplugs and wax, I was not worthy to hear his voice. As I had laid in my cell I had thought about my role and I realized I had failed my master badly, he had to do so much for himself, he had to feed himself and wash himself and still leave the house and work, and worst of all he had to tell me his wishes, I understood what my punishment was for, and now a year later I had freed my master of all these things, he never had to tell me anything again, I anticipated all his orders. I sometimes had to take liberties, like I knew if I didn’t leave him strapped tightly in his sleepsack at night he would try to get up himself in the morning and dress himself and I would have failed him. It was too hard to stay earplugged all the time so it only made sense that my master not have to talk to give me orders, I had not heard his voice since that fateful night. I remembered the look in his eyes when I had been released from my cage and I freed him from all his responsibilities, the round eyed look of shock and surprise that I had learnt my lesson so fast had made me proud, he hadn’t expected me to understand what he wanted but I had.

I removed the catheter from his penis, I carefully carried the bag of collected piss to the bathroom so that I could use it in my enema later, then I went back and unstrapped master out of his sleepsack, as always he tried to test my dedication, struggling against me, trying to remove the gag, he tested me all the time to make sure I understood my place, I knew if I heard his voice or allowed him to look after himself I would be punished for failing to understand his needs, but my body he had forced me to acquire was more than enough to pass his tests, soon I had him dressed in his clothing, I strapped his day jacked on him, pulling the sleeves of the straightjacket behind him I was finally able to relax, I had passed the morning test, I had not failed my master.

Once I had him booted I carried him over to a wheelchair in the corner, I placed him in it and strapped in tight, it would be a terrible failure if my master ever had to take a step on his own. I pushed the wheelchair into the kitchen and placed my wax earplugs in place and then the sound cancelling headphones over the top, oh how I longed to hear my masters voice, how I longed to hear him tell me how proud he was that I had learnt my lessons so well and took care of his every need, but I was not worthy to hear it. I removed his night gag and watched as he yelled and his mouth moved, testing my earphones, luckily he had soundproofed his house before we had even met, so there was no chance of disturbing his neighbours or anyone passing by. I carefully cut his breakfast and fed it to him bit by bit, sometimes he would spit the food out at me, or spit in my face, to teach me that I was scum. Once he was fed I picked up his day gag and placed it securely in his mouth, making sure that it was done up nice and tight. I removed my earplugs and knelt down and ate my breakfast at his booted feet like a dog.

Once breakfast was done I wheeled him into the theatre room, on Tuesdays master spent the day watching porn while a milking machine gave him orgasm after orgasm, I was so jealous, master had locked me in chastity when we first started, and I hadn’t had a real orgasm since, once a month I would ride a dildo in front of him and he would watch as I managed to have a anal orgasm and milk the cum out of my pathetic balls, but never a actual real orgasm. He would sit in his jacket and enjoy watching porn all morning while the milking machine drained every drop out of his balls, but as a man that was his right. Once he was hooked up I left and got ready for work. I removed my sleeping plug and gave myself a morning enema of masters piss. Once I was cleaned out I placed my Tuesday plug in and then pulled the short surfsuit cut rubber catsuit on before placing my work clothes on over the top and then went to work. I had worked hard and sacrificed much of my free time getting to where I was in business. It was weird to think of all the people who thought I was a boss, imagine if they knew that I was merely a sub whose life was dedicated to the needs of another man.

I finished at lunch like always, I was so proud that I was able to work to take care of all master’s needs, he never had to leave the house to work or pay any bills or anything like that. I returned home, and prepared masters lunch, listening to his moans in the other room as he was able to enjoy orgasm after orgasm, they must be intense amazing orgasms, if I didn’t know better I would think he was in pain the noises he was making through his gag. My lunch was simple raw vegetables and soy cubes. Once I had fed master his lunch I wheeled him into the play room. I felt him stiffen in anticipation. He had gotten me to fuck him a few times with a strap on before the day I freed him from his old life, so I knew how much he looked forward to this. I lifted him easily out of the chair and placed him in the sling, he eyes where round and he groaned in horniness and shook his head, no doubt in amazement that I was able to anticipate his needs to easily. I picked up the strap on and strapped it on, it was a amazingly intimate thing to be used as a human dildo, I unzipped his pants using the all round zip on the pants, inside was his safety plug, it would stop him from accidently making a mess, I removed it and humiliated myself by taking care of his cleansing needs with a enema bag and a bucket. Once that was taken care up I lubed him up and then moved into position, I had moved to bigger and bigger dildos for his pleasure over the year, he screamed in horniness through his gag and his eyes screwed shut and tears of ecstasy flowed out of them as I pounded him with the giant strap on. I stopped after half an hour, he would be so proud that I had managed to last so long, my cardio was improving. He was sobbing through his gag with pride in my efforts. I felt my heart glow and I hugged him in the sling. I carefully inserted his safety plug again, he must be so turned on the noises that came out of him as I did.

I wheeled him to the window so that he could enjoy watching all the people walking by, and able to feel superior to all of them, none of them could say someone took care of their every need. He seemed to enjoy watching them scurry about, trapped in their lives of only having themselves to take care of themselves. While he sat there no doubt pitying those outside I went and took care of his correspondence. The first few months after I freed him a lot of his friends had selfishly wanted to make him come out of the house and meet them, I had managed to convince them that it was best if they not stay in contact. He had one friend who had been particularly difficult, he wrote to my master wondering if he was still playing with that mentally unstable slave lad, I snorted to myself, no doubt some lesser slave master had used before he met me. I checked masters online profiles, posted to his facebook about how happy he was, that he had enjoyed a nice relaxing day. Another master had been messaging one of his online profiles talking about how much he wanted to play with the slave he spoke about so fondly, I had tried to convince him a number of times that it was a lot to dedicate to, that it would mean dedicating time to me, that he would not have time with friends and family, but the guy said the idea of a slave taking care of his needs and him not working sounded so hot. I sighed, I knew master had wanted other tops to use me, I shook my head and messaged him telling him to come over on the weekend, then hopped on Craig’s list and started to look for a second wheelchair, I was going to be such a busy boy, taking care of two masters, but it was my place in life.