Recommendation Part 1

Author: bookworm
Title: Recommendation
Date: 05 November 2005



Ady was on his way to meet a new Master for the weekend. The Master had been recommended by a friend who had had a couple of sessions with this Master and had enjoyed every minute of his slavery. There had been a few e-mails between them sorting out what each wanted from the scene and every word of these e-mails was buzzing through Ady’s head, wondering what the Master actually looked like facially, they swapped several pictures, but none of the Master’s contained any head shots and all the body shots were poorly focused. Ady had followed the few instructions sent by the Master to be observed before arrival on the Friday night.
The Masters house was out in the country, set back from the road and Ady noticed as he stood at the gate at the beginning of the drive, that there was no other house in shouting distance let alone in view. Ady stood at the gate for several moments wondering if he was doing the right thing, his heart said yes, but his head said no, even though the Master had been recommended by a mutual friend, Ady had never met the Master before at anytime and did not really know anything about him, again only information from the passed emails. He started to walk up the track to the house, with the summer sun at his back, as his heart had won telling himself that the weekend would be fun and that was all that he wanted.
He reached the font door and knocked even though he could see that it was slightly open, he slowly pushed open the door and looked inside, but in front of him was an inner attached to which was an envelope with his name on it. He opened it up and pulled out a sheet of paper upon which was written a series of instructions. He was to enter into the hallway and go into the first room on the right, strip of the jeans and t-shirt he was originally told only to wear, placing them folded neatly onto a table that he was to find behind the door and then stand in the centre of the room, facing the wall opposite the door, with his hands behind his back and his head bowed and at no time to look up to the ceiling, with a warning that the Master would know if he had looked up, that he would be punished. Ady did as the instructions on the note told him to do, stripping of his t-shirt, jeans and boots, folding the t-shirt and jeans and placing them-folded neatly-onto the table and then placing the boots beneath it. He pulled out the two copies of the contract that he had been told to print out from the last e-mail, both signed by him and then placed them folded on top of his clothes. Then pausing slightly to make sure that this is what he wanted to do, he then walked to the center of the room standing still on the bare wooden floor, standing onto an “X” painted in the center of the room, his head bowed down as instructed, his feet together and hands behind his back. He resisted the urge to look up to the ceiling, but glanced around the bare room, trying to make small movements with his head to see, so that if he was being watched they would not be noticed. There was nothing else in the room that he could see, apart from the table, bare walls-no pictures or mirrors hanging, no paper or paint on the walls or woodwork, no other furniture apart from the empty table behind the door, no curtains at the window, but he did see a couple of metal rings fixed to the floor. It was a stark contrast to the furnished hallway.
After about ten minutes standing still he began to shift his wait from foot to foot, wondering how much longer it would be before the Master-or indeed- anyone else turned up, but with this time alone with his thoughts running through his head, his cock began to stiffen slightly at the thoughts of his predicament, but he decided not to rub himself, wondering what he would do if somebody came up the track, they would be able to see into the room. After about thirty minutes Ady realised that it was getting dark and that there was at least two spot lights on the ceiling, one somewhere on the wall behind him in the middle, and the other on the wall in front of him and again at the center of that wall, both on some sort of sensor which began to work as the light outside faded, keeping the light in the room at a constant level.
Footsteps thudded onto the wooden floor, pulling Ady back from his thoughts, he had not heard anyone walking on the carpeted floor in the hall. The door closed and he instinctively went to lift up his head and look to see who had entered the room, but a deep voice bellowed. “Don’t even think about moving a muscle!” So he stayed still. He heard the footsteps walk around to the side of the table and the slap of a wad of paper hit the table top, and then the dragging of a chair as the man sat down at the side of the table. Ady heard the paper being shuffled about, the contracts that he placed on top of his clothes being opened up. “Before I go any further, I will ask you one important question to which you will answer with either ‘Yes Sir! Or ‘No Sir!’. If the answer is ‘No Sir’, then I will leave the room after which you will wait five minutes -still as you are standing- and then dress and leave the house.” He paused for a moment then asked. “Do you want to continue with this contract and be my slave for me to do as I will, for the agreed time stated in the contract?”
Ady paused, and then with as much confidence as he could summon-as his head was still telling him to go-he replied. “Yes Sir!”
In the silence of the room, he heard something being scribbled and then the shuffle of paper again. He then heard the chair being shuffled back as the man stood up and then with one step the man was standing behind Ady. He reached up and swiftly pulled a full leather hood over Ady’s head, roughly pulling it down and after making sure that the nose holes were correctly in position so as no to restrict airflow, he pulled the laces tight at the back of the hood and the tied it on, buckling up the buckle over the laces at the base of the hood to do up the attached collar, onto which a padlock was clicked shut to stop the buckle being undone by unauthorised fingers and it was with this that Ady knew that there was now no leaving until the end of the agreed period. Then, holding Ady’s head forward the man said. “This will stay on until you leave, I do not want to see slaves face!” Ady opened his eyes but the eyes were covered and he could not tell if it was a hood without eyes or the eyes were covered with a detachable blindfold but an open mouth. Ady then felt a booted foot being pushed between his own feet. “Part your feet slightly!” The Master then shouted into Ady’s ear, to which he obeyed and then felt a leather cuff being fixed on and locked on and then repeated to the other. He then felt his hands being pulled down to his sides and then as the same with his ankles, leather cuffs were attached to his wrists, then his wrists were clipped together. The Master kept a grip of Ady’s wrists with one hand to keep him steady as he pushed Ady’s feet apart, which was rough on Ady’s bare feet and he had trouble sliding them across the rough wooden floorboards. “Stand still!” The Master ordered Ady as he let go of the wrist cuffs, Ady standing as still and balanced as he could with his legs spread apart. He could hear the Master walking around the room before he again felt hands at his ankles and then he realised that a spreader bar was being attached to the cuffs on his ankles, which was then in turn attached by a short chain to one of the metal eyes embedded in the floor, that he had seen earlier. Then he heard a chain rattling and felt the spreader bar being moved slightly. Then the thud of the footsteps again as the Master walked around again. Then the rattle of chains again, then he felt the Master standing close behind him as his wrists were unclipped and forced up to over his head and re-clipped but the Master held them there and Ady then heard the rattle of a chain above his head and then his wrists attached to them but allowing Ady to drop his arms down slightly, the thud of the footsteps on the floor and then the rattle of the chain as his arms were raised up. The chain lifted Ady up until his wait was just taken of his feet and his body stretched, his athletic body tighten as his muscles strained to keep his body standing.
The Master then walked back to the almost suspended Ady, slowly pacing around his slave the Master spoke. “Now, let’s see properly what I have here!” And as he slowly walked around he softly touched Ady. “Not bad!” The Master said from time to time, his leather gloved hand smoothly passing over Ady‘s skin, teasing and tantalizing . “Not bad at all, a bit slim for my liking normally, but I shall overlook that!” Ady heard by the direction of the Masters voice that he was now standing behind him, then there was silence and all Ady could hear was his own breathing. Then the silence was broken by the dull thud of the Masters boots on the floor as he walked around again, then stopping again behind Ady, who tried not flinch as he felt cold liquid being dripped into the crack between the cheeks of his arse, then he felt them being parted and then the Masters gloved hand rubbing up and down, rubbing in the liquid, then he felt the Master begin to push a finger into his arse, pushing in slowly then being withdrawn before two being pushed in as far as they could go. Ady moaned but then stopped in case he displeased the Master with his moaning, his breathing slowly speeding up as the discomfort of being probed sent waves of pleasure through his body, as it had been some time since he had been with someone. The Master then withdrew his fingers out again and with his free hand holding Ady’s head still facing down, he reached around and pushed his lubed covered fingers into Ady’s mouth. Ady gagged momentarily from the probing fingers and the taste of the lube. “Suck them clean, Slave!” The Master ordered Ady loudly as he pushed his fingers in and out of Ady’s mouth. Ady sucked on the leather covered fingers as he was told to, tasting the lube as he did so and not trying not to gag as the Master pushed his fingers deeper into Ady’s mouth and further down the back of his throat. “That’s enough now!” The Master said as he whipped his fingers out of Ady’s mouth, a strand of saliva dribbling out and down onto the chin of the hood. The Master took away his hand from the back of Ady’s head and adjusted his stance behind Ady as he then reached around his body and began to play with Ady’s nipples, rubbing them and then pinching and pulling at them until they hardened, the pleasure running through Ady’s body, reacting to the stimulation. Ady’s breathing deepened and the Master felt Ady’s chest slowly rise up and down. Then the Master pulled back and stepped away, then stepped forward again and Ady then felt fingers probing his arse again and then a sharp pain as a large butt plug was inserted, pushed in fast and hard. As Ady was not used to a large plug and the muscles soon gripped the neck of the plug tightly. The pain made Ady breath in sharply and loudly, and he pushed his head back between his up stretched arms. The Master noticed that Ady had lifted his head back and with a swift blow pushed Ady’s head forward again. “Look down!” He said angrily. “I didn’t tell you to lift up you head, did I!”
“No Sir!” Ady said quickly hoping to please the Master.
Then happy that the plug was securely in place, he paced around the room and Ady followed him around with his hearing. He heard the Master stop in front of him and then felt fingers again on one nipple and the other before a sharp pain as nipple clamps were placed sharply onto both nipples. Then Ady heard the dull thud of the footsteps as the Master walked around again and then as before stopping in front of Ady. He then felt hands on his balls, playing with them, squeezing them and pulling at them, this along with the plug reaching up inside his arse, made his cock stiffen The Master noticed this, saying, “You have to earn your reward!” Ady then felt something being placed around his balls, but was sure what it was, but then pain whipped through his body again as his balls were yanked down and began to swing and then he realised it was a leather parachute with weights already attached, but before he could calm down from this another weight was added and then left to fall, pulling his balls further down. Ady’s breathing was now the opposite to when his nipples where being played with, it was now hard and fast. The Master then began to pace around again, then Ady heard the clinking of the chains as his hands were lowered down slightly, then the thud of the footsteps, coming to a stop behind him. He felt the Master unclipping his wrists from the chain above but holding them up before they were, one by one re-attached to a smaller spreader bar, but then the bar clipped back to the chains. The thud again and then the clink of the chain as it was raised again. The thud of the boots on the floor as the Master paced around Ady’s almost suspended body several times, tantalizingly rubbing a hand from time to time, teasing Ady with his touch. Then he stopped in front of Ady and gripped Ady’s head tightly at the chin with one hand. “ I am now going to take of the blindfold attached to the hood for you too see your Master, but I will control the speed as to which you will be able to lift up your head.” With this the mask was pulled off and all Ady could see at first was a blurred vision of black legs, but as his vision cleared and his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he began to make out that the feet were booted and then as his head was slowly raised up, his eyes followed the boots up to be replaced by leather covered legs, the leather pulled tight, straining to cover the Masters muscles. Then his gaze reached the bulge behind the leather as his head was brought to the level of the Masters leather covered cock and balls. Then as his head was brought up more his eyes followed to see the bottom of a full leather body harness, disappearing below the belt of the leather jeans. Ady then saw the solid rippling muscles of the Masters stomach as his head was raised further still, his gaze then resting into the pierced nipples of the Masters chest, each muscle large and well defined and completely smooth, devoid of any body hair. Ady’s eyes were then shown the leather collar around the Masters neck, then the trimmed black goatee beard which was framed by the leather of the Executioners hood that the Master was wearing, the Master grinning and then the deep blue piercing eyes of the Master. Ady then was temporarily blinded as his head was brought up to look into the Masters face, surrounded by the light behind him ,as the Master was over six feet in height “Am I what you expected?” He asked Ady, before letting Ady’s head drop back down, and then placing a hand onto the top of Ady’s head to stop him from lifting his head back up. All Ady could see through the eyeholes of the mask was the Masters booted feet as he stood with his feet slightly apart in a commanding stance. The Master began to speak again. “For this evening, I will just be seeing how far I can push you, but of course that should be as far as I want to push you!” He said. “And that is all you need to know!” With that he pushed back sharply with his hand, making Ady stagger on his feet with the little balance that he had, the action causing the weights hanging from Ady’s balls to swing and pull on his balls, pain gripping him. “I shall leave you now for this evening, but I will be watching you to see what you do.” With this said the Master just paced around the room for a moment before stopping at the table and picking up Ady’s clothes and the signed contracts and then left the room, but before he stepped out of the room, he pulled down on the chain-just one more link-stretching Ady further up and making him stand on his toes, the weights swinging on his balls, as the Master stepped out of the room and closed the door, leaving Ady standing in the two beams of light.
After some time-how long Ady couldn’t tell-he could just hear muffled noises coming from another room. He could not tell who or what they were, but the more he strained to hear the more he thought it was from a film, but he was not certain, and then gradually he fell to sleep, from exhaustion from working all day and then tiredness from trying to keep himself standing in this position.
Ady woke from time to time, in darkness, in semi-darkness, in light, but because of the time of year, the sun rose early, and was casting a shadow of the house across the front of the drive. He dozed of again and did not hear the Master walk into the room behind him and was jolted out of sleep as his head was pulled back. “Wake up!” The Master spoke from behind as he reached around Ady and gripped the nipple clamps and sharply yanked them off, then stepped back to the chain and began to lower Ady down so that he could stand on his feet, his legs weak from the night almost standing, the Master then paced back and reached up and unclipped one of Ady’s hands letting it fall, Ady tried to lift it up, but it was so weak and numb that he was unable to move it. The Master then grabbed his lowered arm and clipped a short chain to it then yanked it up again and passed it through one of the D-Rings at the front of the collar on the hood, then repeated the actions with the other arm connecting it to the other wrist, the chain keeping Ady‘s arms only about half way down his chest, making Ady’s arms hang in a position as if he was a dog begging, while Ady was beginning to regain some strength in his legs to keep himself standing. Ady then felt his balls being tugged at as the Master unfastened the weights from the leather parachute, but leaving the parachute still encircling Ady‘s balls. “Now Sit!” The Master ordered as while standing behind him- he half helping and half pushing-lowered Ady to the floor, his legs still locked apart by the spreader bar, but the Master then pulled him backwards until his legs were stretched out in front of him. The Master paced away again and then back to Ady and from behind, pushed a bowl of just warm porridge into one of his hands and a spoon in the other, then quickly returning to place a bottle of water on the floor next to Ady. “Now eat! Have it finished before I come back. I will back soon.” Ady almost dropped the bowl and the spoon as his arms were still weak from being stretched up all night, but due to hunger from not having eaten anything for about the last twelve hours at least, he struggled to spoon in the porridge through the small mouth hole in the mask, it was one of Ady’s least favourite foods, but he shovelled it down into his mouth as fast as he could, ignoring the taste. He finished of the porridge and wiped of the excess that had smeared around the front of the mask and then shifted his body around to reach for the water. After opening the bottle, he began to gulp down the water, tipping the bottle back further than the opening of the mask would allow contact of the opening into Ady’s mouth, this allowing the water to overflow and run down inside the mask, he felt it trickle down over his body and dripping onto the floor, but he did not worry as he was to thirsty to care, only thinking about quenching his thirst. But it was as he finished that he realised that he was then desperate to piss, but was to afraid to relieve himself, in case it angered the Master. He had thought of using the now empty bottle, even if it was only a small amount to ease the pressure in his bladder, but again he stopped himself from doing this in case it was against the Masters rules.
Ady then heard the dull thud of the Masters walking around the house, several times passing the doorway to the room, then the door opened and he walked in. “Stand up!” He said, authority in is voice. “Keep looking at the wall in front of you!” Ady did as he was told, but he could hear muffled noises from behind him. He then heard the Master walk up close behind him.
Ady thought to himself, that the Master might let him take of the mask, so that he could clean himself up, purely to please the Master, and before asking the question, he thought out the question in his head so as not to offend the Master. “If it pleases Master, may I ask a question?”
This pleased the Master the way that the question had been put, and replied. “You may.”
“If it pleases Master, may I take off the mask to-”
“What insolence!” The Master bellowed with annoyance. “I told you last night that once the mask was on it stayed on for the duration of your enslavement with me here!” He was now face to face with Ady, and Ady could see the anger in the Masters eyes. “I was hoping that you would know better than to ask questions like that. I was hoping I would not have to use this.” He said as he pulled a solid rubber gag with a breathing tube in it from a back pocket of his leather jeans, he was dressed as he was the night before, and strapped it tightly around Ady’s head and then placing a lock over the buckle to prevent it from being removed by anyone else, other than himself. Part of the gag was pushed into Ady’s mouth and pinched the corners of his mouth as the gag rubbed against the edge of the mouth hole of the leather mask.
The Master then paced back around Ady and bent down, unlocking the spreader bar from the ring in the center of the floor. “Step forward!” He then barked at Ady as he pushed him in the back, but it was not easy to walk far, very quickly. Ady was pushed forward again until he was about two foot from the wall. “Stop!” The Master ordered him. Ady then felt the master disconnect the spreader bar from his ankles. “Stand still!” The Master walked away and then back again, then Ady felt the Master pulling at the parachute that was still attached to his balls. “Squat down!” Ady did as he was told, but struggled to in his presence stance. He could feel his balls being tugged at and then a constant pull on them as the Master stood up after attaching a short chain to the parachute and locking it to another ring on the floor. “I will be going out in a short while, I don’t know how long I will be. But in the meantime I have left some of my boots, leather and rubber jeans and chaps plus one or two other items for you to clean. I want to be able to see my face in everything!” He said. “I have left all that you need to clean them with and everything to be cleaned in easy reach, so there is no excuse for not doing anything.” He said to the back of Ady’s leather covered head. “I have left a two litre bottle of water for you to drink, which I want you to have finished, by the time I get back. And I have left a bucket for you to piss in as I am sure that by now, you have a full bladder. But I don’t expect my slave to piss onto the floor as the bucket is in reaching distance!” Ady was glad of this, but wondered what the Master meant by this, but at the mention of this it brought back his attention to his bladder. “Now you will wait five minutes after I leave the room, and then turn around and start.” Ady heard the thud of the Masters booted feet walking away and then the door closing, the dull thud coming from different directions as the Master walked around the house.
Ady waited the five minutes as he was told to do but knew that he would not be able to stand up straight, be able to fully extend his legs which were now beginning to shake, so knelt down and then managed to turn himself around to face what was laid out for him to clean. He looked at the boots that were neatly lined up, the leather jeans and chaps, the rubber jeans and chaps, all looked new, shining and unworn, but on closer inspection, there was the tell-tale signs of wear and Ady thought to himself as to how much more cleaner he could get them. Then at then end of all of the gear was a metal bucket, and it was then that he realised what the Master had meant about not pissing on the floor as it was in reaching distance, he realised that it was not in reaching distance of trying to piss from where he was as it would stream across the floor and onto some of the clothing, but he decided it was in reaching distance if he laid down on his front and pull one arm to his neck to allow the other the slackness of the chain to grip the handle of the bucket. But the bucket was still out of reach and the desire to piss was getting more and more stronger with each movement, which was not helped by the fact that the butt plug was still inserted in his arse. He made one last reach for the bucket, but was still just that space away from it. Ady then decided it was no good and that he would have to stretch his own balls to reach the bucket, and so braced his feet against the wall and pushed himself forward and slowly stretched his balls so that it gave in the reach to make a grab for the bucket. It toppled over and began to roll around on its side, and to Ady’s horror it began to slow down away from him and then began to roll back around to him and stopped just under his outstretched hand. He quickly grabbed it and forced himself back onto his knees and with his knees spread apart he pushed the bucket between his thighs and held his cock over the lip of the bucket, his cock now stiff from being desperate to piss and then with trouble he began to piss into the bucket, a couple of drips at first then as he relaxed a hot steaming stream of golden liquid began to flow as he somehow held his now softening cock over the lip of the bucket due to the chain connecting his wrists together. The force of the flow drumming down onto the bottom of the inside of the bucket, sounding momentarily like a drum roll.
The relief for Ady was the best he had felt for ages, he had never realised how much a simple action as pissing into a bucket could make somebody feel. But when he had finished and placed the bucket to his side as best as he could due to the length of the chain, he turned around and saw the bottle of water and then decided to start to drink the water as there was a lot to drink and he did not know how long he had to drink it. It was difficult at first, as he was not used to using the tube through the gag but he was now getting used to his limitations of his hands and the distance that he could reach because of the chain linking them together. He could hear the Master every now and then walk in a room, but then Ady heard the roar of a motorbike and then through the window he saw the black leather clad body of the Master on a bike make his way down the drive away from the house. It was then that Ady realised how quiet the house was and he decided to carry on with the cleaning, trying to make a difference to what he had before him. He also had no idea of time or any concept as to what the time actually was. He tried to sit onto the floor, but with the butt plug still inserted, it was to painful and this just pushed the plug onto his bladder, making him feel as if he wanted to piss again, but he knew that he had not drank enough, so the next best was to kneel down and sit back onto the heels of his feet. Eventually he finished cleaning and laid everything out on the floor as they were before he had started. He was hoping that they would please the Master, he had done the best he could again due to the chain on his wrists, and then there was the last of the water in the bottle which he pushed the tube of the gag into the bottle and sucked onto the tube and drain the water up, at the same time delicately tipping the bottle back to help drain the water into the tube.
It was then that he heard the motorbike carrying the Master rumble back towards the house and then he passed the window and disappeared towards the back of the house. Ady swivelled around on his knees to face the wall, before the Master had to tell him and to try to make up for his question about taking the mask off. But in his haste, he knocked the bucket which began to topple over to the side, but it was out of reach of his hands as the water inside splashed around, the momentum spinning the bucket around on its bottom lip, before-to Ady’s relief- it settled back down onto the floor. Ady heard the Masters footsteps around the house as he did not enter the room first, and it was a short while that Ady then could smell something cooking and then he realised that, although he had two litres of water flowing through his body, it was not enough and that he was now getting hungry. The aroma of food briefly filled the room but then soon disappeared, the same as the Masters footsteps, as he settled down to eat his lunch. But then Ady heard the dull thud of the Masters footsteps again as he walked to the room. Ady was still on his knees when the Master entered the room. Ady heard the door shut and then nothing as, after entering the room, the Master studied Ady’s work on cleaning his leather and rubber clothing. Then he spoke. “Stand up boy!” His deep voice echoing around the bland room. Ady pushed himself up onto his feet and forgetting about the short chain attached to the parachute around his balls, he stood up sharply. Pain shot through his body and he instinctively lowered himself, he felt his arse muscles tense as they gripped around the butt plug, as he bent his legs, trying to slide his feet out so that he could ease the pain on his balls and legs. As Ady was struggling to stand , the Master cleared away the clothing out of his way as he then stood behind Ady. “I said stand!” He bellowed into Ady’s ears, Ady staggered slightly as he was not aware that the Master was standing so close behind him. “Lock those legs boy!” The Master bellowed again as he first with his left foot on the outside of Ady’s left foot and then the same with the other, slid them back closer together, forcing Ady to stand up taller, stretching his balls in the process. “I wish I could say “Good Boy!” with the cleaning, but there is only a slight improvement, not as much as I would have liked. But still looking back over your information that I asked for, you have not had a full time Master to tell you what standard is expected of a slave. So I will overlook this.” Then Ady heard the shallow clinking of keys and then felt the gag being loosened and pulled out of his mouth, he then opened his mouth, moving his jaw up and down to ease the tension in them after being stuck in one position for some time. “Now I will need you out of the house for a little while, as I need to do some things.” He then reached up and placed the blindfold back onto the front of the mask, before lowering himself and locking a short chain to the restrains on Ady’s ankles, then unlocking the chain from the parachute and then clipping a lead onto it instead, feeding it through to the front of Ady’s legs and then in one move stood up and began to walk out of the room, pulling on the lead. Ady-unaware of the Masters intentions-almost stumbled as he was swung around and dragged out of the room, banging into the door frame, walls and furniture, his feet treading onto carpet then stone flooring, then concrete flooring then grass, a lot of grass, until he almost rammed himself into the Master, unaware that he had stopped walking. Ady could feel the hot sun on his skin and warm air slightly brushing his naked skin in the breeze. He heard the sound of a bolt sliding and the creak of a gate opening, then the tug on the lead again as he was lead forward again. “Stand still.” He was ordered as he heard the gate close and then the bolt slide across again. Then he sensed the Master standing behind him again, before he felt a hand pulling at the parachute as the Master unclipped the lead and then took of the parachute completely. Then as the Master griped the top of Ady’s head with one hand, he reached around and yanked of the blindfold. The light instantly blinding Ady for a short while until he could focus on what was in front of him. “Take a good look around you as to how things are laid out. You will need to put things back exactly as they are!”
The Master held Ady’s head solid between his hands, one on the top of his head, the other firmly griping Ady’s chin, his head being turned slowly from left to right at a speed governed by the Master. To Ady’s left was a hedge fence about seven foot high, this led to the hedge which ran across the wide garden, slightly higher, which in turn led onto the hedge at the right hand side, which was the same height as the left, then back to the wooden panelled fence which separated this part from the main garden. As Ady’s head was turned round he noticed several other things in this part of the garden, just to his right, four metal hooks protruded from the neatly cut lawn, almost in the middle-which was not standing up, but wedged up from the floor-was a St Andrews Cross, then over to the right , Ady saw a large pile of neatly stacked bags of sand which was placed behind a square made up of bricks on the grass, but Ady could not tell what this was meant to be as it was too far to see properly with the sun in his eyes, which was broken by the swaying of the branches of the tree which stood just outside of the garden, throwing a small amount of shade onto that half of the garden. “Move!” The Master said as he stepped to the front of Ady, who noticed that he was now dressed as he was the night before and earlier that morning. The Master gripped the chain that was holding his hands to the collar and just carried on walking towards the right of the garden. Ady almost fell as he struggled to keep up with the Master, almost running because of the short distance that the chain locking his ankles would allow. Ady was pulled across to the sand bags and to the brick square, which once he was pulled next to, Ady realised was a brick lined pit, about four feet square and about five feet in depth. Built into the wall down that faced the end of the garden, several of the bricks were deliberately placed so as to form a ladder up out of or down into the pit. “Stand still.” The Master told Ady as ht chain was taken form between his ankles and then from his wrists and out of the collar. “Now climb down and face the opposite wall.” Ady did as he was told, but it was awkward and rough on his skin. But once he was down, he could feel that there was sand on the concrete base and he had a feeling that the sand did not always stay in the bags. As he stood against the wall, he realised that he could just see over the edge of the top of the pit and with this thought and the feeling of sand beneath his feet his cock began to stiffen. He then heard the Master get into the pit as well, but then locked Ady’s ankles closer together than the chain had allowed before. Then he felt his arms being pulled back to behind him and locked together, then leather fist mitts were pulled onto his hand, causing him to close his hands up. Then he felt something being pulled onto his stiffening cock, and tried to look down, catching the glimpse of a condom. “This is not a reward for you.” The Master whispered into Ady’s ear as he wrapped one arm around Ady’s chest and the other one down and gripping Ady’s cock tightly, The Master then roughly began to rub Ady’s cock up and down hard and fast making Ady cum into the condom, but it was to quick for Ady to savour. The Master kept rubbing until Ady had shot his load out and began to soften, then the Master took off the condom, tying a knot onto the end and then pushed it into Ady’s mouth. “Don’t swallow, I will get it later.” Then the Master replaced the blindfold to the mask before he reached up out of the pit and picked up a tube, but Ady could not see this movement, but found out when it was inserted down into his cock which began to harden again, as he realised it was a catheter, pain searing through his cock and balls at the same time.
The Master then using the conveniently placed bricks, climbed out of the pit. “Turn around to face the end of the garden!” He ordered and Ady obeyed. “Now step into the middle!” Again Ady did as he was told in silence, the cum filled condom in his mouth acting as a gag. In this position Ady had not noticed that he could see-if the blindfold was off- through the bottom of the hedge which ran along the back of the garden, the lower branches and twigs free from any foliage for about a foot from the ground. But the problem now for Ady was that he could feel his bladder slowly beginning to fill up from the water that he had drank while cleaning the Masters gear earlier. Then his mind was taken away from his bladder as he felt something thrown over him, then a few seconds later it happened again, then again, then he realised that it was sand, and then he remembered the bags stacked up to the side of the pit and he realised he was being buried. Gradually the pit filled up and was soon beginning to cover his balls and his cock began to harden, but pain soon softened him again as the catheter did its work. Then before long the sand was almost to his nipples as the sand was thrown in until Ady could feel it around his neck. At this point the could feel it being patted down and then he felt a hand on his head pulling it back and he felt more sand thrown in and pushed up under his chin. This was packed in hard to stop him from lowering his head back forward. Ady then felt a gloved fingers pushing into his mouth, pulling out the condom. “I am sure you are now thirsty again!” Ady heard before a tube was pushed straight into his mouth and the Master poured in another bottle of water at a steady stream. Once the bottle was empty the tube was pulled out of Ady’s mouth and a bit gag replaced this, before some more sand was placed around Ady’s neck. “Now that’s it, you’re done!” The Master said as he walked away and out from this section of the garden and Ady could just make out the sound of the bolt sliding shut after the gate had been closed. Ady was completely immobile, even his head was fixed solid. He wondered what the time was and to how long he would be buried. In the distance he could hear a tractor working in the field that surrounded the Masters garden on three sides. By now Ady’s bladder was filling up quickly, and the more he tried not to thing about pissing, the more he wanted to do it, but the catheter not letting him and then he realised what the Master said ‘This is not a reward for you’ and he knew that after Cumming he would eventually want to piss. The sound of the tractor got closer as the farm drove around his field, time passed but how slow or how fast, Ady could not tell.
It was an hour later when Ady felt the sand being removed from around his chin and neck, then slowly the sand was removed, lowering down around his body. It was a shock at first as he had not heard the bolt on the gate slide across and it was done in silence. Slowly the sand was removed down to his waist and while in some sort of trance from being fixed, tired from lack of sleep from the night before and being imposed into his own world, he thought he felt several pairs of hands then pull him out from the rest of the sand and out onto the grass. “Stand!” The Master then ordered him as he was brushed down of any loose sand that was still covering him. Then he felt an arm being looped through his chained arms and then dragged across the garden, he tried to walk to keep up with the Master, but because there was no slack on the chain connecting his ankles together, it was an impossible task and within a few seconds he was dropped, face down onto the grass, but he realised that he was over by the gate as he could feel the heat of the sun directly on him and knew that he was out from the shade of the tree. His hands were unclipped and one then the other pulled forward and attached by a short chain to the hooks in the grass-these were set down into concrete and then buried down beneath the grass-then he felt hands at his feet and as with his hands he was attached to hooks near his feet, but the chains were short and pulled tight, Ady’s muscles stretching to accommodate the distance that had to be covered. Then he felt something cold being sprayed over his body as the Master spoke. “I like my slaves tanned bronze, not burnt red!” The coldness of the spray shocking Ady back to reality. Ady then felt a booted foot pushing onto the base of the butt plug that had now been inserted into his arse for nearly eighteen hours and although the muscles were sore and painful, they still gripped the base of the butt plug. As the plug was pushed on, it was pushed in and pushed against his prostrate and bladder, the latter now painful from being full of water. Ady moaned into the gag, but it was ignored by the Master, who then reached down and gripped Ady’s cock, pulling it down and out from under Ady, as he did he could not help but rub it up and down, causing it to stiffen, again adding to Ady’s pain. The Master then re-attached the parachute to Ady’s balls tightly, before then attaching a short chain to this and then yanking the chain away from Ady’s body and linking it to a peg, before pushing it onto the ground, but before leaving the Master trod onto Ady‘s cock ,only lightly at first, with enough pressure to make Ady groan. Then the Master was gone again through the gate and Ady heard the bolt slide shut again and he knew then that he was left to his own solitude once more. He could feel the hot sun beating down on his back and to sweat in the leather hood. He could not tell how long he had been spread out like this on the grass, only hearing the tractor coming and going past quicker and quicker as, the field that he was ploughing was getting small and smaller with each circuit. Then the tractor stopped just outside the end of the garden, at the end were Ady was spread-eagled on the grass and then Ady thought he heard the snap of a branch as it was stepped on, which seemed extremely close to him and all he could think of was that the farmer was looking through the fence at him, after seeing him from his cab of the tractor, the thought made Ady‘s cock hardened at the thought of being seen like this, but all the farmer was doing was taking a piss against the hedge as he knew he would not make it back to his farm and could not see through the hedge, he then climbed back into the tractor and was now on his way out of the field. But it had been only thirty minutes before he heard the bolt slide and then a pair of hands at one wrist then the other, then one ankle then the other. Then like a bolt out of the blue he heard the Masters deep voice order him to turn over onto his back, while still attached to the ground by the parachute, before his hands were grabbed, one at a time, and as before locked to the hooks, then the same with his ankles, being pulled down to reach the hooks, stretching Ady in the process., then as a last touch nipple clamps were attached to each nipple, the bite stinging Ady’s nipples. Then as with his back a cold liquid was sprayed over his body, before Ady heard the bolt slide again. But this time, the Master sat on a chair just inside the gate which he brought in with him. Sit quietly, knowing that Ady would think that he was on his own.
The Master sat and watched Ady in his restraints, watched as Ady from time to time rolled his head from one side and then to the other and occasionally lift it up as if he knew that the Master was there and was looking at him. The Master watched Ady’s chest rise and fall as he breathed in and out, the nipple clamps glinting from time to time in the sun. Then, again, after bout thirty minutes the Master quietly stood up and slide the bolt back as if he was entering the garden again. Ady stayed still, wondering what was going to happen to him now, knowing that the St Andrews Cross was also there. But he felt a hand at one foot and then the other fetching them close together, and locked together with a small chain of about a foot in length. Then his hands were released, firstly from the fist mitts and then the hooks, only to be re-locked together by the chain through the d-ring on the collar. Then the Master returned to Ady’s balls and pulled up the peg from the ground and after unclipping the chain from the parachute and clipping a longer chain which was then locked to the center of the chain between Ady’s ankles, the Master spoke. “Now stand up, Boy!” He ordered Ady who after several attempts and then at the last attempt, some help from the Master, he stood up, slightly shaky on his legs, but the chain from his balls to the chain connected to his ankles was shorter than the distance between these points and pulled on his balls as the Master put a foot between Ady’s feet and spread them out as far as they would go. “I am about to take out the catheter, but I am ordering you not to piss until I tell you that you can.” Then he felt the catheter being pulled out and he had to control his bladder as his cock was now hardening because he was so desperate to piss. “I will, in a few moments remove the blindfold after which I will leave you alone again here, but then you are to tidy this area up to as it was before, you are to empty out the sand from the pit and re-fill the bags, placing them as before, as you will see, the sand that has already been dug out to release you from the pit is still in a heap at the side, and again must be bagged up. Everything that you need is there, so there is no excuse for you not to do the job properly.” Then the Master stopped talking and noticed Ady’s cock now fully hardened from wanting to piss, standing hard and erect out in front of him. He stepped forward and gripped Ady’s cock tightly, holding it as he carried on speaking. “There is a bucket in the left hand back corner for you to piss in!” The Master then said letting go of Ady’s cock with a sharp yank downwards, Ady struggling not to start pissing following this pulling on his cock. “But you only have one hour to do this in, which has been done before, so I expect it to be done again. If not the chains will be halved in length, I will tip all the sand back in and you will have to start again.! One slave did not quite do it and suffered for taking his time! Once finished you will return to this spot and be kneeling waiting for me to return.” Then the Master yanked of the blindfold , causing Ady to be blinded by the sharp sunlight. After several moments Ady managed to focus on things and found that the Master had gone and then made his way across to find the bucket to piss, to relieve himself so that he could carry on with the Masters orders, as before, earlier in the day, Ady managed to soften himself enough so that he could piss into the bucket. Ady Then walked across to the pit and began to fill up the bags with the sand that had already been dug out of the pit earlier, to release Ady from his sandy tomb. He worked as quick as he could to fill up the bags, but he was hampered by the fact that the chains were restricting his reach and his walking and the heat of the sun was not easing and Ady found this even more tiring than the actual physical work. Soon he had filled up some of the bags with the sand from the top and had neatly piled them up to the side as they were before he was buried. The hard part of this task was now about to begin, but he thought to himself that he had made good time. He noticed that there was a reel of rope laying next to the pit where the tools were, and managed to make a rope basket to put the bags into to lift them out, it took a bit of time to do, but he found it saved him time at the end, and had just managed to finish and was just falling to his knees, when the gate opened, his chest still rising and falling rapidly at speed at to which he had to work, sweat droplets running down his skin. The Master walked straight past the kneeling Ady, noticing that he was still breathing and sweating heavily as he passed, walked straight to the pit looking in, then at the sand bags neatly stacked and the tools placed as they had been found. He then paced back to Ady. “You have done well, the base of the pit still has some sand there-”Ady’s heart began to race as he remembered about what the Master said about having to do it again-” but I will overlook this, I understand that it is impossible to get every little grain of sand out.” At this statement Ady’s heart began to slow. “Now stand up!” Ady did as he was told and the Master re-attached the blindfold and a lead was then connected to the parachute-without the other chain being released-then he was being pulled along, stopped outside of the gate while it was shut, then pulled again back down the garden and into the relatively coolness of the house, walking on stone, carpets and then wood-rough wood- he was now back in the front room. “Stand still!” The Master ordered and he tried to do as he was told, but he was weak from the heat, lack of sleep and food, tired from the physical work he had just done. He felt the chains-one by one-being released but the but plug was left in place, then lastly the nipple clamps were yanked off together. “There is some water on a bowl on the table, plus soap and a towel. I don’t like my slaves dirty, so you have ten minutes to wash completely, but I may be back earlier so be quick as I am getting hungry.” Ady wondered what he meant by that. “Under no circumstance are you to touch or remove the butt plug, and I will know if it has been touched! I am trusting you not to touch it.” He then pulled off the blindfold and walked out of the room.
Ady washed himself was quick as he could in case the Master did return before the ten minutes was up, but he found that the liquid that had been sprayed onto him was quite greasy and took a few seconds longer to was off. He had just finished when the Master opened the door and walked in, still wearing the leather as before. Ady was still standing at the table as the Master spoke with annoyance in his voice. “Why are you not standing in the center of the room with your head bowed and arms behind your back, when I enter the room?” Ady stood frozen to the spot. “Move boy!” The Master then bellowed. Ady did as he was then told, somehow moving his legs. “That’s better! I do not and will not tolerate such disobedience! In a moment I will take you to the kitchen where I have laid out food for our dinner, which I want you to prepare, once done you will plate up two meals, one for me and one for you, of course I have I good appetite and expect a good meal to be set before me.” As he said this he began to re-connect the chains to his wrists through the d-ring of the collar and his ankles this time direct to the parachute but there was very little slack, along with the lead, the butt plug was inspected to see if it had been tampered with. The blindfold was then locked onto the hood and he was then lead out of the room, the chains pulling on his balls as he walked and was led to the kitchen, where the blindfold was then taken off. “I am getting hungry and am giving you thirty minutes for you to cook me a meal and have it on the table as well as lay the table for me to eat!” Then he turned around and walked out of the kitchen, through the dining room and into the lounge. Ady looked at the ingredients before him and decide on a meal that he knew that he could cook, in the time allowed, but hoping that the Master would like it as he had not been given any idea of what the Master liked. It was a struggle to cook quickly with his hands connected by the short chain, and the chain pulling on his balls as he walked around, but he managed to do something with the food and lay the table for the Master, and it was nearly ready, when the Master walked into the dining room and sat at the head of the table where the cutlery had been set out and as he sat he said. “You have five minutes left!” But then before he finished saying this Ady walked through the doorway with two plates and set one down, which had been piled high with the food in front of the Master and the other at a setting to the side. The Master looked at the plate and sniffed, Ady watched with dread as he thought the Master did not like what was before him. “I hope this tastes as good as it looks!” he said.
Then Ady made a large mistake and proceeded to sit on the chair next to the Master. “What do you think you are doing?!” He yelled. “Slaves do not sit at the table! Kneel here beside me now! And don‘t rest back on your heels!” Ady jumped to his feet and knelt beside the Master, the chains on his balls yanking severely as he paced quickly to the Master’s side, receiving a hand across the back of his head for his mistake, then the bit gag was locked on. Ady knelt, his head bowed down, angry with himself for forgetting where he was and making such a stupid mistake. He could feel pain growing in his knees as the full weight of his body was resting down on them. The Master took his time in eating, after which he slid his chair back and while still sitting in the chair, he lifted a booted foot up and resting it against Ady’s butt plug filled arse, he slowly pushed on the plug, which was now painful up Ady’s arse, the muscles sore from the rubbing from when he had been walking and making him moan into the gag. The Master then pushed with a bit of weight behind his foot , but Ady kept himself steady on his knees, as the Master then pushed his foot down between Ady’s legs and down onto the chains, the grip of the boots locking onto the chains and pulling onto Ady’s balls as he slid his foot back sharply, pain shooting through Ady’s body and he bent forward but the Master grabbed the back of the hood and pulled Ady back upright. “I am so annoyed at the bad behaviour you have shown me today, and the day is not yet over.” The Master said. As he then stood up and picking up his own empty plate and the food covered plate of Ady’s, he walked into the Kitchen. “Stay slave!” he said as Ady took a sly glance to his side and watched his plate being taken away. But he then lost sight of the Master as he heard the whirring noise of a blender, after which a few seconds later, the master returned with the food, blended into a thick soup and in a dog’s bowl and a spoon, and then placed it in front of Ady. “I am not that cruel a Master as to starve my slaves. So eat this quickly and get everything washed up. You have twenty minutes and then I want you in front of me on your knees!” Ady gulped down the food as quick as he could spoon it down his throat through the mouth hole of the mask as he had done with the porridge earlier that morning.
Eager to right the wrong that he had done by forgetting about going to sit at the table, Ady washed up all the dishes and plates as quick as he could and then went to find and kneel in front of the Master as instructed. As he meekly walked back through the dining room he looked at the more opulent décor of the room as opposed to the front room, bare and devoid of anything to show who or what the Master is. Ady saw the Master sitting on a settee, watching a programme on the television, it gave Ady a clue as to what the time was more or less, then paced up to stand in front of the Master before kneeling down, ignoring the pain that was caused by the chains connected from his balls to his ankles. “That was quick!” The Master spoke, not taking his eyes from the television. “I hope it was all done correctly?!”
“Yes Sir!” Ady replied, hoping that he was meant to answer or allowed to answer.
The Master then lent forward and sat on the edge of the seat, pulling out a set of keys from a pocket and unlocked the chain from his wrists, letting them fall to Ady’s side, and then Ady put them behind his back, almost instinctively, waiting for them to be locked there. But then the Master ordered Ady to stand up as the Master sat on the edge of the seat, he gripped Ady’s cock and began to rub it gently up and down for a few seconds, feeling it react in his hand and start to harden and twitch, but then as quickly as he started the Master stopped and moved his hand down to Ady’s balls and through the chains of the parachute he began to tug and squeeze them, making Ady moan with pain and now Ady realised it was beginning to be pleasure for him too. The Master then seeing that this was beginning to pleasurably affect Ady, yanked hard down with a tight grip on Ady’s balls. Ady tried to keep himself standing, but his natural reaction was to bend over, but the Master put an arm up to push Ady back up. Then the Master unlocked the chains from the parachute and let them fall to the floor then ordered Ady to kneel back down and bend over on to his hands, then the Master connected the chain from Ady’s right ankle to his left wrist and then left ankle to his right wrist. He then sat back into the sofa, as he did, hr gripped Ady’s leather covered head and pushed it down into his own leather covered, bulging cock. Ady had to crawl forward slightly as the Master then held his head there tight in, pushing down at the same time. The Master then lifted up one leg, placing it onto Ady’s back and then a few seconds later, lifted the other leg, crossing his ankles and resting the weight of his legs onto Ady’s back, at the same time, locking Ady’s head onto the bulge in his jeans. Ady struggled to breath properly as, between the leather of the mask and of the Masters jeans, he found there was little air flowing freely around his head. The Master sat like this for about a hour, only swapping his ankles from top to bottom occasionally. Then the Master spoke. “I need a piss, slave.” And Ady thought that he was going to be the toilet and shock waved through his body as he was not that far advanced a slave and also did not like watersports, this had been mentioned on one of the several e-mails that had been passed to one another before the weekend. The Master then stood up and began to unzip his jeans, then before freeing his cock from its leather confines, he stepped over Ady and began to walk out of the room, saying as he went. “Don’t move a muscle!” Ady was relieved at this as he heard the Master walk through the house and up the stairs and into a room there, then after what seemed to be a long time the Master returned, but this time he was wearing Leather chaps and a rubber zip-fronted thong. “I’m feed up with this programme, I’m going to put on a DVD.” The Master said, making sure that Ady could hear what was being said. The Master then returned to the settee and sat back into the same position as he was before he went to the toilet, his legs up onto Ady‘s back, locking Ady’s head back onto his bulging cock. Ady could smell the faint scent of sweat mixed with rubber. Ady heard the DVD start, and could tell that it was a porn film, a bondage film, but Ady realised that it was a home made film and he could hear the Master talking on it, there was flogging noises and moans and screams, and within a few seconds the Master had put his hand down and slid down the zip, letting his cock spring out of its imprisonment but before Ady knew what was going on, the Master had gripped his head and pushed it onto his solid cock, forcing Ady to open his mouth and take in the cock, straight to the back of Ady’s mouth. Ady gagged for a few seconds as the movement was so fast he was not ready for the action. “Don’t suck! Boy!” The Master bellowed, but all Ady could think of for the moment was trying not to gag. It was then after a few seconds and he had managed to settle his body down that he then could taste the bitterness of the Masters piss, following a few droplets that had came out following on from when the Master had pissed.
They sat like this for about a hour and a half, all of the time the Masters cock throbbed in Ady’s warm, moist mouth, precum dripping out from time to time. Ady trying not to swallow or suck as ordered, but he could feel saliva dripping down around his chin, beneath the mask. Then as the DVD finished, the Master stood up, pulling his cock from out of Ady’s mouth, strings of saliva mixed with precum stretching from Ady’s mouth to his cock before being broken as the Master walked away. He turned off the television and then sat astride Ady as he picked up a blindfold from the table next to the settee and locked it onto the mask. Ady then felt a lead being attached to his collar and in silence the Master began to drag Ady out of the room and up the stairs, Ady managed to-after a few seconds- get a rhythm flowing to keep up with the Master, but it was still awkward as he could not see where he was going, trying to walk on all fours.
Ady was led upstairs and into a room, then he was ordered to stop, then heard and felt the chains being pulled and a click as they where locked to a fixing on the floor. Then the blindfold was pulled off and in a dark gloom Ady could see the Master walking around, the Masters cock still loose from its rubber enclosure and sticking long out in front of the Master like a cast iron rod. Ady could hear things being moved, rattled. [marq=left][marq=left]