The Masters Ball Part 1

Author: bookworm
Title: The Masters Ball
Date: 15 November 2004

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Kyle regretted agreeing to doing the overtime, today of all days when he had prior arrangements made for the evening, but he could always do with the money, he was just glad that he had laid out everything ready to save time when he got home, but he had one more job to do on the walk home. He had had a call from the shop to say that his order was ready to be collected, just in time for the evenings engagement.

He did not worry about rushing to get to shop before it closed, as this particular shop stayed open late each night. As the lead was laid out in front of him to inspect that his order was to his requirements, he could not help run his fingers over the black leather, and the small diamonds that had been inlaid into it., then down to the chain link.. He picked it up by the looped handle, the diamonds glinted and sparkled in the sharp spotlights of the shop and he knew that it would catch a few admiring glances.

He paid and was soon on his way back home, walking to keep fit and in shape, his shirt tightly wrapped across his chest and abdomen, struggling, unable and losing the fight to hide the hard rippling muscles beneath it; his trousers faring slightly better when he was standing, but tightly wrapped his thigh muscles when he sat down.

As he walked, another regret was not having anything to drink and he was now building up a thirst as he picked up his pace in the late afternoon heat of the mid summer sun, he began to sweat heavier than he had in the office during the day (the air conditioning was temperamental, only worked when it wanted, thankfully today), as sweat began to build on his forehead, he knew he would be glad to get the clippers out and trim down his hair to his more usual grade one, he had left it to grow a bit longer than usual so that he could have it short for tonight.

He was soon at his front door, putting in the key to the lock, then stopped before he twisted it, remembering how he had left his slave that morning, naked, gagged, blindfolded, collared, wrists strapped in leather restraints and hooked up on a chain from the ceiling, ankles strapped together like his wrists by leather restraints, feet just flat on the floor-barely taking his weight, his cock trapped in a metal splint but kept hard by an erection keeper. He was also facing the door, unbeknown to anyone passing or who came to the door, as his image was blurred by the frosted glass in the door, and as he could not move, it just looked like he was a large ornament, down the hallway.

Kyle opened the door, quickly stepped in, turned and closed the door, leaving the door open just that split second for a passer-by to see something but not enough to judge what they had seen if they glanced in. The draft only momentarily cooling the slaves hot body as the sun had from early afternoon been shining onto the front of the house, but his sweat was soon slowly running down his body, down his side from his pulled up and exposed armpits.

Kyle reached up and teasingly rattled the keys that was teasingly hanging just that tiny bit out of reach, but as the slave knew they were there, as he was always shown them before he was blindfolded, he also knew that they could also be the wrong keys. He knew also not to get to excited about being released straightaway when Kyle came home, waiting for the brief moment to let his arms swing down and get some feeling into them after being stretched up all of the day; but he thought it better than being hogtied all day, and he had been naked in the heat and not multi layered in rubber and leather.

Thankful again to forward planning, Kyle was happy that he had completely shaved his slave the evening before, and know only had to release his slave to wash and prepare him, then get him something to eat to tide him over till he got to the ball.

For the Ball, Kyle had decide to wear all his favourite gear, a rubber vest with rubber pants which had a built in cockring (both highly polished by his slave), allowing his cock to hang out. The outer layer was his coveted leather 501 jeans, which showed of his semi hard cock, leather waistcoat and boots. To add a finishing touch he added a collar, emblazoned as with the lead in diamonds, the word “Master”.

He had decided to simply dress his slave tonight, cufflock chastity belt that secured the medium butt plug which had been lubed and inserted in place. It was the slaves least liked plug but he dared not complain, it was shaped like three spheres which grew bigger to the base of the plug. A Parachute was then placed on the ball sack, which Kyle could not help himself and pulled on them several times, knowing that he could not be rebuked for doing so. Attached to the parachute was two long thin springs that were secured just below the knees by locking leather straps, these acted to pull on the slaves balls as he walked. He was then ordered to put on a pair of half leg leather chaps, belted and locked on. Kyle had wanted to have him wear the rubber chaps that Kyle preferred, but he did not think that they would work with the parachute springs. Then he added a leather head harness with a bit gag attached. Next a rubber half harness across the chest.

The last piece to place on his slave was a leather collar, which was locked on as well. This was like Kyle’s’ but had the word “Slave” in diamonds. Boots were placed on his feet and then his hands restrained by leather cuffs behind his back. He was ready and it was now time to leave for the Master General’s Annual Ball.

Kyle took one last glance at his meek slave before pulling him by the harness out of the house and down to the garage, ordering his slave into the boot of the car and hogtying him up before closing the boot and setting off for the mansion. As he had been there for the ball for the last several years, he knew where to go and what to expect.

The drive took a couple of hours but as the roads were clearing, he was able to speed up a bit. Then like Heaven appearing beyond the gates of Hell, the gates of the Master General’s mansion appeared before him and as he turned to pass through them the car rattled over the cattle grid. Kyle heard the thud of his slave in the boot as he slide in the boot when he pulled away again on purpose. As he entered through the gates he was being watched by hidden CCTV cameras.

The drive was long and winding through open grassland which rose and dipped and interspersed with groups of trees. But eventually the mansion, more like a castle appeared before him surrounded by a low wall topped with six foot high railings. At the gates was two sentry boxes and barriers across the road. There was some vehicles queued up in front of him, other cars, motorcycles, some with pillions some solo riders and vans. At each box was two men, Kyle remembered these as the “Proctectors”, the Master Generals own little army or police that he surrounded himself with. Each was dressed more or less the same depending on the rank, leather jeans or for the lowest rank leather chaps and pants, full harness which went down into the jeans, which Kyle knew included a cockring. And for the more senior ranks a leather army style peaked hat, which covered grade one haircuts and clean shaven faces, their bodies completely devoid of hair, unlike the Proctectors that guarded the Master General, they all had long hair tied back in to a ponytail, and goatee beards. But what turned Kyle on more about these guys was that none of them were under six feet in height and all built and toned beyond what he had achieved with his own body. They all also had their nipples pierced and had rings inserted in them, Kyle knew that the smaller the ring the lower the rank and the bigger the ring the higher the rank..

He was soon at the head of the two queues that had formed and his invitation was checked and verified with his own photo ID, he did have to get out and open the boot to show his slave to be allowed in as well. He was then ordered by the Proctector to drive up to the main door of the mansion where his car would be parked for him. Here he was greeted by another man which he knew from previous Balls that this was a higher ranked slave who like all unaccompanied slaves, seemed brainwashed not to leave and do as was told, but unlike the Proctectors they were the menial staff, cleaners, ground staff, waiting staff, but ranked like the Proctectors, the slave that approached Kyle was a more trusted slave, but like all slaves he wore a leather hood and locked leather muzzle over the top, which Kyle knew had a built in gag, and unlike the Proctectors, they were less dressed , he was one of many belonging to the Master General. He opened the boot, untied his slaves legs and helped him out, putting his own muscular arms around him to steady him until he got the strength in his legs back.. Before his car was duly taken away from him he pulled out the lead he had picked up earlier and then showing his Slave the lead, he said. “I thought as you were coming back tonight I thought I would treat you.” The slave bowed his thanks as he could not talk properly, then knelt onto the gravel as Kyle clipped the lead onto the collar.

Kyle then paced up to the large steps leading up to the wide open doors leading his slave behind him, he stopped, turned around and looked out at the whole area so carefully planned , cars in one area, vans another and lined up like soldiers, the motorcycles in another. There was a lot of Masters and slaves here already, inside and out, with a group of Cigarmen smoking to one side, talking and laughing before entering the mansion, the mansion to what Kyle always believed was his heaven. A Masters heaven.</p></body></html> ;