MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave - PART 5

Author: slavealbert
Title: MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave /PART 5
Date: 21 September 2018

Having slept surprisingly well - probably because i had made up my mind - the next morning i was running a bit behind my usual schedule and when i came down Mom already had fixed my breakfast.

While finishing up the last crumbs, i heard the doorbell ringing and Mom went to attend the door and see who that could be at this early hour.

"Oh, my gosh...that must be...Boss", i heard myself saying, getting up from the table and going to the door as quickly as possible - no doubt it was...Boss, who i heard saying: "Good Morning, Ma'am...your son ready to go to work"?

Before she could answer, i said: "Yes, i´m ready to go...bye Mom...see you to night", while passing by her, leaving her standing there stupefied - i guess.

"cunt...you fucked up already nicely on the first day of your new...huh...status".

Walking to the busstop, Boss went on:
"First: you were late - if you do´t want me ringing the doorbell again, you better be ready to go, waiting for me outside...even if it´s raining "cats-and-dogs";
"Second: you didn´t obey the rule I gave you yesterday, that you have to start and finish EACH sentence with...BOSS, when in presence, so...as soon as we get to the busstop, you will get punished for your failure...got it...cunt"?

"Boss, yes, Boss - Boss, so sorry about that all, Boss"!

"Better, but that won´t get you off the hook...you sure will feel real sorry pretty soon...cunt, I can assure you that".

At the busstop, with only a few passengers already waiting, Boss took me aside and said: "unbutton your shirt", while he took a pair of chainlinked nipple clamps out of his pocket.
"You most probably know what these are and what they are for, don´t you...cunt? Not waiting for my answer, he continued: "these are titt clamps and they are going on your titts: an excellent way to punish you for your shortcomings this morning and with that he put the clamps on my nipples, which hurted as hell, but i somehow managed not to scream out...not calling for the attention of the other bystanders.

"Yes, cunt, that does hurt, doesn´t it, but soon the pain will lessen a bit, though they will stay on for as long as I want - anyhow, a nice reminder for you not to fuck up again and yes, in case you wonder, it can get worse".

At last, our bus arrived and i paid for both our fares.

During the ride, Boss fumbled from time-to-time with the clamps, which were protruding thru my shirt, making me moan, of course, but he didn´t pay any attention to my suffering.

Arriving at work, Boss, this time, walked me right up to the employee entrance, what he had never done before:
"OK...cunt, before you go inside, you now may take of your titt clamps...yes, they are yours...to use and abuse from now on".

Doing as told, i yelled out load, drawing the attention of the security guard at the gate.

"cunt...keep the titt clamps and put them on again when you are leaving work this afternoon...beware if they are not on by the time when I come and get you".

That said, Boss turned around and simply...left, without looking back.

"You´re ok", the security guard asked and i acknowledged his question with a quick: "yes, i´m fine...thanks".

Changing into my work outfit, i massaged my poor nipples, which were still hurting quite a bit.

Sometimes even i get a break: when about ready to start my work shift, the supervisor send for me - fearing the worst, much to my surprise, he was very kind and told me that i was scheduled to take up my vacation time, which had become overdue without me being aware of that: as from next Monday onwards, i would be off from work for a full three weeks.
Well, that solved at least one of my immediate problems: my lucky day to day.
Now i just have to inform Mom, but that would be more easy.

During work some of my mates were confabulating with each others, while looking insistently my way, but it didn´t bother me too much, because i was now "owned" by "my" skinhead and he sure would take care of me if the need should arise.

At the end of my shift, i lingered awhile to shower and getting dressed, so nobody would notice, when i put the clamps back on my nipples, which, in fact, were still a bit sore from this morning!
As such, i was among the last ones to leave, so, no doubt, that Boss would already be waiting for me outside.

"Hi...cunt...how was your day"? As expected, he reached immediately out for my nipples to make sure the clamps were on, which caused me to yell again.
"Nice...seems you like following orders - I´m sure me and you will get along fine...don´t you agree, cunt"?

"I asked you a question, so you may speak up freely". "Boss, yes, Boss - Boss, thank you, Boss - Boss, i have some good news, Boss: my supervisor told me earlier to day, that, as from next Monday, i have to take up my vacation time, which has come due, Boss".
"Well, well...cunt, that, indeed is what I would call some good...no, huh...excellent news" and, probably as a reward, he once again pinched the nipple clamps, which made me gasp.

"Now you only have to tell your Mom, that you are going "on vacation" and what kind of a "vacation" it´s going to be...cunt", he added with a sarcastic smile.
"Boss, yes, Boss, am already thinking about that, Boss - will tell her to night, Boss".

"So, let me make this clear, next saturday morning at 8AM sharp, I want you to report at my place - I will draw up a map, indicating the exact location - in fact, as you might have already guessed, we don´t live too far away from each other - and I will also give you further instructions".

So that, finally, explains why we met at the busstop in the first place, i thought.

This whole conversation went on during the ride back home and, by now, i didn´t gave a damn anymore if we were overheard or not or if somebody was looking at us - nor did Boss seem to worry.

When, at last, we got to my front door, Boss told me to unbutton my shirt again and got hold of the nipple clamps, yanking them off all of a sudden, which netted a big scream from me, of course.
Mom, kind of startled, immediately opened the door and Boss said: "Good Evening, Ma'am...your son is home again" and, without waiting for an answer, he went on his way.

i quickly entered the house and, not waiting for my Mom to say something, i went straight upstairs to take a shower.

During dinner, Mom started to question me about what had just happened outside, but i managed to cut her short and said: "Mom...i have some good news to tell you: my supervisor at work told me this morning, that i need to take up my vacations, which have become overdue, so, as from Saturday, i´m going to be out of your hair...for a while".

A bit overtaken, Mom asked: "where are you going"? "Don´t know yet...will figure out something during the next days...may be with the same mate as last year" and with that said i rushed to my room again.

The next few days went by quite quickly: Boss seemed only to be too pleased...Mom, as well, most probably because Boss wouldn´t be there to take me to work and...of course, so was i.
All-in-all, it couldn´t look any better.

When coming home home Friday late afternoon, Boss gave the map, showing how to get to his place...told be to make sure to be on-time - not one minute early and not one minute late -...to walk up the drive way until the garage, where i would find a big trash container next to the entrance with a big, black plastic bag and a letter with further instructions on top of it.