day in the life of a slave

Author: catdude
Title: day in the life of a slave
Date: 14 September 2009

The boy rolls over as the alarm goes off. He yawns and reaches down to absentmidely scratch his groin area, he sighs in frustration as his hand encounters the chastity belt. He has been in for 2 weeks now. He feels his early morning hard on pressing against the inside of the devise. He rolls out of bed, completely naked except for his chastity devise, he is ordered to sleep that way, he would preffer to sleep with boxer shorts on but knows its not worth the risk, his sir has a key to his place and can check on him in the middle of the night, (and has) and the punishment for being caught is not worth it. Even if the top doesn’t stop by he knows there is at least one of the hidden spy cameras you can buy on the net in his house. He hasn’t ever looked for it, but from some conversations with the top knows he is under surveillance.
He wonders into the bathroom to attend to his morning bathroom needs, taped to the mirror in the bathroom is his chastity callender, he can ask for release at any time, but has to be willing to pay the price. On the callender are a list of conditions for release. Release under two weeks requires a obvious display of public humiliation. He knows that the top has made boys wet themselves in public before and suspects this would be the price. Three to 4 weeks requires less sever payment but it is still well outside the boys comfort level. Release at 5 weeks will require a scene the boy will enjoy little but that will please the top greatly, he knows from past experience he will not make it past 5 weeks, through an understanding the top will not make the 5 week challenge totally unreasonable but anything before that is fair game. He ticks another day off the calendar and finishes his bathroom chores.
He returns to the bedroom to dress. He heads to the corner of the room first, there is the tops altar. He kneels, on the altar are two collars, his outside collar, and his house collar. The inside collar does not need to be worn to bed since the top has agreed not to disturb the boys sleep pattern unless it is part of a scene. The altar is a simple rubber sheet over small bedside table, behind it on the wall hang three picture frames, the top frame contains the masters symbol, his initials stylized around a alpha symbol. Below that is the slave contract he sighed and last and lowest on the wall is his symbol, the symbolism behind it all is amazingly powerful. On the altar top aside from the collars is a leatherbound scrapbook, in it are different pictures or simply dates and a few short words, scenes that the top has found particularly enjoyable that he wishes the boy to record in some way to be reminded of the times his sir has gotten great pleasure from using him. He picks up his outside collar, it is a dog chocker chain there is a padlock with the tops initials on it to hold the two ends together, the padlock is not massive but it by no means small, he places the chain around his neck and clicks the lock closed. The key is soldered onto a small chain that is padlocked around a slat of his bed, to remove the collar he has to crawl under his bed, to get to the key.
Once the collar is on he lifts the rubber sheet covering the table to reveal a small chest, the tops symbol again on the chest. He flips it open and takes out the items inside. One is a small id bracelet another is a ring, the last is a singlet. One singlet is sewn patches of cloth on the cloth is writeing, they are random things, one patch has property of and his sirs name on it, another patch says free will and there is a large cross through it. The patches where given to him by the top on different occasions, and he had sat at the tops feet (or rather freshly polished boots he had brought up to a shine through hours of polishing) and sewn the patches onto the singlet. He pulled the singlet on, unless told otherwise he wore it nearly every day. The inside of the ring had been engraved with oen word repeated over and over. Slave. He twisted the ring watching the way the light shone on the one word over and over, before slipping it onto his finger. The Id bracelet simply had his slave number on it. He slipped that onto his wrist and then moved to the cupboard.
Inside the cupboard he pulled out the package with the days date on it. Each weekend when he was at his tops place in service he took his fresh cleaned clothes for the week, washed and ironed and put them in a small chest the top had for his clothes. And each week he would be handed 6 parcels wrapped in brown paper with the dates on them. He never knew what he would be wearing from day to day. The clothes had not been his choice his top had chosen them, he had simply supplied some money and the top had chosen his wardrobe.
He unwrapped the parcel and found inside a pair of ripped and washed out jeans, a set of bright red underwear and a tight white shirt. the belt was one of the goth style ones with raised metal bumps around it. He pulled on the underwear and then pulled the jeans on, there was a loose flap of denim held loosely closed on the ass, he knew as he walked anyone behind him would catch flashed of the bright red underwear on underneath, the thought of this caused him to blush nearly as red as the underwear but he also knew that the clothing could be a LOT worse. The white shirt had a single dog paw stencilled on it. It was tight enough that it showed the outline of the lock but not so tight that it was clearly outlined. He still hated it, he feared that everyone who even looked in his direction was staring at it, he knew that most people probably didn’t even give a damn, 95% wouldn’t even remember the fact his shirt was white, but no matter how often he told himself this he couldn’t shake the thought that everyone stared at the lock and somehow knew it was a sign of his deviant kinky side. He brushed this thought aside, he knew for a fact that his top had much tighter shirts then this. And with much more revealing slogans and colours.
On the bottom hem of the shirt and on the inside of the jeans where property tags, except instead of property of his name on them there was his tops name on them.
He powered up his computer, he checked his email, and quickly downloaded and printed out the list of chores he had that day, he didn’t log onto any social networks or anything, he wasn’t aloud to do that except between 5pm and 7pm. His computer had a key logger and net nanny program on it, one that parents could use to control their children’s net access,, his sir could log on from a remote location and ban certain websites or simply set time limits on net access, one week he had needed to make do with 3 hours of net time over a whole week. With the list in hand he went and grabbed breakfast, he had to bend down to the bottom drawer in his kitchen to retrieve a spoon, his sir had designated the layout of the items in his kitchen, cutlery was in the bottom drawer instead of the top, each different type of plate, bread, dinner and bowl, where stored in different locations. In short, the lad was reminded each time he had to do the simplest task in his kitchen that his life was at the mercy of another man.
He opens the cupboard and pulls out his dog bowl, he is allowed to use a table and chair and spoon but has to eat from the bowl regardless. He grabs the cereal from the cupboard. Healthy musli, not his choice but it was on the list of approved foods his top had drawn up, and the diet was part of the reason for his flat toned stomach so it was a small price to pay. Once he had cleaned up from breakfast he grabbed his keys off the bench and headed out the door. He had a few chores to run for his sir, grocery shopping and picking up dry cleaning and such. His Sir had told him the location he had to get the groceries from, he had been kind today it was the sotre only a few blocks away, sometimes he set stores on the other side of town. Not only did the boy need to provide the receipt showing the sotres name on it he also had a track stick soldered onto his keyring, his sir could upload the data from the stick and make sure that the boy he obeyed his instructions for which shop to use and sometimes which streets he had to use to get there. The boy made his way to a ATM, he withdrew the amount required for the bills that the top had placed in the account for him, if there was change he would put it in a jar and hand it over to his top at their next meeting. Weekends belonged to his top, he might not need the boy and so he would be free to do what he wanted. Or if he had been disobedient he may be grounded. He withdrew the chore money and checked how much of his allowance was left. His pay was deposited into an account the sir had set up, he was designated a weekly allowance and his bills paid through automatic deposits. If he was disobedient then his allowance was usually the first thing to suffer.
Once the chores had been completed for the top he made his way home and grabbed his gym clothes, and headed to the gym. The Gym was the one that not only his top used but some of his other top buddies as well. On more than one occasion he had been signalled by one of them and told them his top had given them a head job as a gift, and that he was the one who was expected to give it, usually in the gym locker room, he always hated this, his heart hammered in his rib cage fearing that at any minute they would be caught. Sometimes his top worked out with him, making sure he was pushing himself with his weights and reps, there were set punishments for not meeting the tops expectations in gym workouts. He kept his workout slip in the gyms filing cabinet members could use, his sir would sometimes check up on it. His gym clothing was tighter and more revealing then he would have chosen himself, but he guessed that was pretty much the point.
He completed his work out and showered and changed, when he got home there was a message on his computer, he read it quickly and then quickly went to the bedroom. Handing in the closet was 3 suitbags, he grabbed one of these and then quickly rooted around and grabbed a few items out of his toy chest as instructed and placed them in a bag.
He arrived at the tops house and quickly went in and went to the bedroom to get changed, his Sir was there but did not acknowledge him, he stipped down till he was naked aside from the chastity devise and collar and then started to redress. First he took a medium sized plug out of the bag and lubed it up and inserted it. Once it was firmly in place he pulled on a pair of rubber shorts. He then grabbed the rubber catsuit from the back and pulled that on, it had built in rubber feet but no gloves or hood. He pulled it on and smoothed the rubber down, then pulled on the rubber gloves he had brought along. This done he unzipped the suit bag he had carefully laid out on the bed, the suit was neatly pressed and clean. He quickly slid the trousers on shivering at the sensation of cloth over rubber made his cock twitch in its prison. He pulled a black dress shirt from the bag and slipped this on and buttoned it up, the collar was starched quite stiff and was quite high. Before he did it all the way up he pulled on his open face rubber hood, he buttoned up the collar which concealed the spot where the hood and catsuit met. He took two cufflinks engraved with the tops symbol and quickly did up the French cuffs. Thick black silk tie was then done up, he executed a nice neat double Windsor knot. Thinking to himself that he had no idea how to do one till he had met his sir. With the tie sitting very snug against the high starched collar he pulled on the waist coat and then the suits jacket. He buttoned this neatly at the middle and stood up, he slipped his feet into a pair of shiny black dress shoes, they too the result of many hours with a polish brush. he grabbed his white dress gloves out of the suit bag but did not put them on yet. He moved to the kitchen feeling the plug with each step.
Once in the kitchen he quickly moved around, opening bottles of red wine and white. Once he had some wine glasses lined up he pulled on his dress gloves. He looked at the clock, he had 10mins till his top had told him he would be in the kitchen so he tried to relax as much as possible. The top strolled in checked the wine and glasses and had the boy stand straight while he inspected his outfit, he was dressed nearly equally as formally but with more comfort in his outfit, he nodded and then pulled a leather hood over the boys head and laced it up. Then walked out of the kitchen, the boy filled some glasses with wine and then picked the tray up and followed his sir out, he saw the room filled with his sirs other top friends and moved around the room serving drinks. He would have to make sure everyone had drinks all night. His top would be watching, later after the guests left his top would relax with a cigar while he ordered the boy to strip down. He would then require the boy to slip into a pair of white briefs and rub himself with oil and then lay at his feet and massage them while he relaxed.
The tops sipped on their wine as the formally dressed hooded boy moved amongst them, sweating in the rubber under his tight formal attire. hey guys, a top asked me to write my fantasy 'day as a slave' this is what i wrote, i thought it sounded pretty hot so i figured i would share it here. would be great if someone wrote more on it, chose anouther day where he had been punished or something and wrote about that. feel free to use my charecter and his sir, i wouldn't mind.