Bobbi

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 
After coming down from his fabulous orgasm, Bobbi removed his
blindfold and cautiously opened his eyes. Fortunately the hallway was
dark so his eyes adapted without difficulty. Getting control of his
senses Bobbi was most humiliated to see himself. He was half-lying,
half-sitting on the floor, both the floor and himself splattered with
semen, wearing only stiletto boots. 

However, it couldn't have been all bad since Bobbi once again got hard
when he saw himself in the hallway mirror five minutes later after his
eyes had adjusted to the light. Seeing himself with a smoothly shaven
body, splattered with cum and wearing a slave-collar and boots only a
bitch in heat would wear, sparked a new bout of frenzied masturbation,
this time resulting in Bobbi depositing most of his load on his own
image in the mirror. 

In the week that followed Bobbi was lost in haze of lust and guilt. The
weekend had been a dream come through and just thinking about it made
him horny. At least twice a day he had to go to the bathroom to jerk off
and it didn't get any better at night when he came home. At the same
time he felt guilty that he had lost control over himself so completely.
Before meeting the man Bobbi had been indifferent to high-heeled
footwear, but the man's insistence on him wearing them during those most
humiliating, most painful and most rewarding sessions that weekend had
almost over night turned him into a stiletto fetishists. It was
confusing as well as humiliating. Then there were the stains on his
carpet. The man had allowed Bobbi to cum on his own living room floor
and now there was a huge stain where Bobbi had rolled around in his own
juices. Most embarrassing. 

As the man had instructed him, Bobbi spent every evening making sure
that his body was completely hairless. Being forced to be hairless
turned Bobbi on great deal, something he hadn't expected either. Also in
accordance with his instructions he spent more than half an hour every
evening practicing walking in his stiletto boots. He still wasn't
completely sure why, but this activity now made him hard in minutes so
that his half hour of training was interrupted by frantic masturbation
at least once every night. Overcoming his humiliation he even slept with
his stilettos on for three nights running. 

He really wanted the man to come back and dominate him, but he thought
that maybe he shouldn't let him. There was no doubt that it had been one
of his most intense sexual experiences ever, but Bobbi thought that
maybe it had been too intense. The man's control over him had been so
complete that Bobbi now had new and strange turn-ons compared to before
he met the man. 

It was moving too fast and Bobbi decided that after greeting the man as
instructed (the thought of opening his front door stark naked, wearing
only his fabulous stiletto boos, turned him on a great deal and he
didn't really want to miss it), he would talk to him about maybe going
more slowly, at a pace Bobbi could handle. 

So when Friday afternoon came around Bobbi sat in his living room
completely naked, wearing only his stilettos. His body was completely
hairless and shone slightly from the oil Bobbi had carefully rubbed into
his skin to look good for the man. Hours before the man turned up Bobbi
was sporting a fine erection, which he had trouble keeping his hands
off. 

When the doorbell finally rang Bobbi scampered quickly to the door, his
heart pounding with excitement and his erect cock swinging
embarrassingly as he ran. Opening the door, Bobbi made sure to just
stick his head around the door in case it wasn't the man he was
expecting. He needn't have worried. The man stood right outside the
door, carrying his rather large duffel-bag and sporting a wicked grin:
"Stand up straight slave, so I can see you properly." Bobbi's fear of
being seen by someone other than the man was overruled and he opened the
door all the way and stepped forward, exposing his naked and hairless
body to the man. His erection actually began twitching as if greeting
the man. This did not go unnoticed and the man grinned and he stepped
close to Bobbi, openly fondling his naked body, his hand pausing briefly
to stroke Bobbi's cock, something that made Bobbi gasp with delight. 

Finishing his fondling of Bobbi, the man stepping inside and closed the
door behind him: "On all fours slave, facing away from me." There was no
hesitation and Bobbi soon stood on all fours facing away from the man as
he got something in his bag. Bobbi had momentarily forgotten that he
really didn't want things moving so fast, but as he heard the man
snapping on rubber gloves he remembered. "Please Master," he said, still
facing obediently away, "can we please move a little slower this time?"
By the sound of it the man barely slowed down in his preparations and
Bobbi continued: "Please, I'm not sure I want to be enslaved so quickly.
I…I…" As Bobbi stammered, looking for the right words, he felt the man's
latex-covered hands touching first his ass and then his genitals.
"You're not sure you want to be enslaved this fast?" the man almost
chuckled incredulously. "Your body is clean as ordered, you are wearing
heels as ordered and you dutifully answered the door stark naked, again
as ordered and you are sporting a very naughty hard-on I might add. And
now you want me to believe that you don't want this? Don't insult me,
you little slave-slut! You're practically begging for it!" 

Bobbi blushed with shame. The man was absolutely right. Why had he
followed the orders so meticulously if he didn't want the man to
continue his unforgiving control over him? Still, Bobbi felt he had to
object, at least against the heels, which had never been a part of his
original turn-on: "Master please, I don't like the heels. I don't want
to be feminized. I don't…" Here he was interrupted by the man: "You
don't like the heels now do you? You don't want to be feminized? Lying
slut!" the man spat. "If you didn't like them you wouldn't be wearing
them now and I just bet that you've practiced walking in them every
night." Here Bobbi moaned, partially in defeat and partially from desire
as the man's manipulation of his member became ever more insistent. The
man continued picking apart Bobbi's feeble attempts at resistance: "I
bet you pranced around in your pretty new heels, jerking off
uncontrollably every time you saw your own reflection." With that Bobbi
acknowledged defeat. The man was right. If he didn't like these things
why did they turn him on so much and why had he done exactly as ordered?
There was no way around it; he had wanted to be enslaved by the man, to
loose control. 

Loose control was exactly what happened as the man slipped two
well-lubricated fingers into Bobbi's ass and began exploring it, while
at the same time increasing the pace at which he was masturbating
Bobbi's painfully erect member. Bobbi closed his eyes, laid back his
head and moaned with uncontrollable lust as his orgasm approached. Just
as he felt his orgasm began to build, the man pulled away his hand and
asked Bobbi: "What are you?" At first Bobbi was completely disoriented,
unable to focus on what the man wanted, but at least he had to try. He
was so close! "I'm a slave," he tried. The man was silent and his hand
was nowhere near Bobbi's cock, so Bobbi tried again: "I'm a dirty
slave." Still no response. "I'm your dirty slave." The man didn't even
move and Bobbi tried a final desperate response: "I'm your dirty
slave-slut! I'm your bitch! Your dirty little bitch!" he shouted out in
desperation. "Finally," the man said as he began manipulating Bobbi's
cock again. 

As he manipulated Bobbi's cock, the man moved forward so he could see
Bobbi's face. Scrutinizing Bobbi carefully as he answered, the man
asked: "Did you wait for the alarm to ring before masturbating, you
filthy slut?" Bobbi blushed at being called a filthy slut, but dutifully
answered: "Yes Master." The man merely nodded and asked a second
question: "Have you been practicing walking in your pretty heels, slut?"
Again Bobbi could answer truthfully: "Yes Master." The man smiled
wickedly: "What a good little slut you are." Bobbi blushed as he felt a
completely absurd sense of pride that Master praised him for being a
good slut. 

Soon Bobbi was again approaching a glorious orgasm and just as he did,
the man removed his hand again and leaned in to whisper in his ear: "Say
that you are a filthy bitch and ask me nicely to whip your ass and make
you my property." Bobbi needed to cum so badly and there was no
hesitation: "I'm a dirty bitch! Won't you please whip me and make me
your property?" The man grumbled: "Beg properly slut. And do it so I can
hear you." Bobbi was getting desperate and shouted out: "Please Master.
Won't you please make this dirty bitch your property and whip my ass?
Please." "Alright, slut," the man replied, "Crawl into the living room
so I can get room for a proper swing." Moaning with frustration Bobbi
quickly crawled into the living room, his throbbing cock swinging,
reminding him of how desperately he needed to cum. 

Once inside the living room the man wasted no time. He immediately began
whipping Bobbi's ass with a leather belt. The blows fell hard and fast,
making Bobbi yell with pain at each blow. They did not, however, make
Bobbi's erection die down. On the contrary they only seemed to fuel his
lust and after a thorough whipping the man dropped to his knees, whipped
on a condom, lubed up Bobbi's ass and entered him hard and fast. In the
same movement he took Bobbi's needy cock in his hand and soon Bobbi lost
all control, his jism shooting all over the floor and his upper body.
Not long after the man came, holding Bobbi's hips in a vice grip as he
made the final thrusts. After cuming he let Bobbi drop to the floor as
he got up and removed his condom. As his upper body was once more
smeared with cum, his carpet was once again stained, despite his
promises to himself that he wouldn't let that happen again. 

The man didn't allow him to rest for long. With Bobbi offering
absolutely no resistance, he sealed Bobbi's hands inside mittens once
again. Just as he had done the weekend before, he tied Bobbi's arms with
an armbinder, Bobbi's elbows touching painfully. This time, however, he
put a thick, black rubber hood over Bobbi head. The hood had cutouts for
his mouth, his nose and his eyes, but the man quickly took care of
Bobbi's eyes with a thick, padded, rubber blindfold secured to the hood
itself. As for Bobbi's mouth, the man shut that with a very large
penis-gag that filled up Bobbi's mouth completely and was so big that it
took more than a little getting used to. Finally a broad collar was
secured around Bobbi's neck. 

In spite of his pledges to not let things move too fast and to not loose
control so completely, Bobbi had now lost control completely and had
done so within half an hour of opening the door like a bitch in heat.
The humiliation and sense of defeat was almost complete, and despite
Bobbi's best efforts to try and offer some resistance it felt wonderful
being defeated and enslaved so quickly. 

For the next hour or so the man amused himself with letting Bobbi show
how graceful his walk in heels had become. While he walked back and
forth in the living room to please the man, he was subjected to more and
more obstacles: clothespins were added to large parts of his body, his
balls were tied to a large weight swinging between his legs and the man
constantly cropped him with a bamboo stick, the end of which had been
split into several sharp splinters hurting Bobbi's ass terribly.
Needless to say Bobbi's cock was soon erect and throbbing and his mind
filled with desire as he took the man's directions and punishments,
moaning with both pain and lust. 

After an hour of training the man dropped Bobbi to his knees and forced
him to press his hooded face against the floor while the man fucked
Bobbi's ass. The man's hands occasionally touched Bobbi's cock ever so
gently, needlessly making sure that Bobbi was in desperate need of an
orgasm. The man did not, however, allow Bobbi to cum and Bobbi moaned
with frustration and disappointment when the man simply withdrew after
cuming. 

Bobbi's body ached from the training and the torture and his need was
great. He not only needed to cum, but also needed to rest. However,
neither rest nor cuming was in the man's plans for Bobbi anytime soon.
Instead he removed Bobbi's gag and forced him to kneel underneath the
table and hold his cock in his mouth while he wrote. The man didn't
remove a single clothespin, a single string or a single weight from
Bobbi's aching and punished body, but instead just blindfolded Bobbi and
started writing. When Bobbi started a cautious, and extremely
humiliating, whine to let the man know how much discomfort he was in,
the man merely shushed him and stepped on Bobbi's balls to let him know
he was serious. Again Bobbi was utterly defeated and there was nothing
to do but to obey. 

After what seemed like days, but had probably only been a couple of
hours, the man ordered Bobbi to perform a proper blowjob. Bobbi joyfully
sucked the man's cock for all he was worth and when the man shot his
load, Bobbi enjoyed the feeling of the condom in his mouth filling up
immensely. Only after cuming did the man remove the items used to punish
him from Bobbi's body. As the blood rushed back Bobbi screamed with
first pain and them relief. His legs useless from kneeling for too long,
the man pulled the helpless Bobbi out from under the table and dragged
him into the bathroom. Here he dumped Bobbi on the toilet and told him
to take of business. It was intensely humiliating, but Bobbi needed to
go and soon after the man was wiping his ass with surprising gentleness,
making Bobbi blush with humiliation under his hood. 

Then Bobbi was prepared for the night. First his arms were let out of
the armbinder and his hands, still sealed inside the rubber mittens,
were attached to his collar. This time there was no rubber sheet, just
an ordinary bed. The man made sure that Bobbi was rock-hard by
continuously stroking his erect member, while at the same time making
sure that Bobbi was never allowed to cum. Once in bed the man slowly and
gently fucked Bobbi's ass while lightly stroking his cock. When the man
withdrew, removed his condom and went to sleep, Bobbi just wanted to
scream with frustration. 

Only after long hours of frustration, his erection refusing to go away,
did Bobbi fall asleep beside the man. He woke up as the man pushed him
away. Bobbi had been humping the man's leg in his sleep, his overriding
sexual need taking over his dreams. Bobbi burned with embarrassment, but
the man merely chuckled as he wrapped Bobbi up in a rubber blanket,
applied a great many straps to make sure that Bobbi couldn't escape and
finally rolled Bobbi under the bed. Even now Bobbi fell asleep with an
almost painful erection. 

In the morning the man made breakfast and ate. Afterwards he fed Bobbi
the leftovers in a doggy bowl on the kitchen floor. Not that Bobbi saw
what he was eating, as he was still wearing the hood. After breakfast
the man escorted Bobbi into the bathroom where he stripper Bobbi down
until he wore only the collar and the mittens still attached to it.
Bobbi had worn the stilettos for so long that his feet had trouble
adjusting. It was the same with his eyes. He was very grateful that the
man had the lights down low in the bathroom or Bobbi feared that the
light would have damaged his vision. 

The man handled Bobbi roughly, first administering a couple of painful
and most humiliating enemas before making sure that every single square
inch of Bobbi's body was absolutely hairless. Then he washed Bobbi in
much the same way you would scrub a dirty horse or dog. Finally he
brushed his teeth and sealed Bobbi's head inside the rubber hood,
gagging and blindfolding him in the process. Then Bobbi's arms were
secured in the armbinder and Bobbi was once again forced to wear his
stilettos. Not that he minded anymore. They had become one of his brand
new turn-ons. 

Bobbi was then led into the living room and made to kneel. Bobbi thought
to himself that he would probably now spend a good deal of time holding
the man's cock in his mouth while he wrote one of his stories. The
thought filled Bobbi with a by now familiar submissive thrill. But while
the man started writing his stories as he had before, Bobbi was this
time not ordered to hold the man's cock in his mouth. This time he was
made to kneel right next to the man and furthermore he was forbidden to
sit down on his heels. Bobbi was to kneel, bound, gagged and blindfolded
right next to the man' chair while effectively standing straight up on
his knees. 

The reason for this soon became apparent. From time to time the man
reached out and stroked Bobbi's cock. Bobbi, who was already very needy
from the night before, soon reached a state where his cock was
permanently erect. Bobbi moaned and tried to plead for release, but his
muffled utterances were completely ignored by the man. Soon Bobbi's legs
began to tire, but the man did not allow Bobbi to sit down. After
several hours Bobbi's legs, knees and back ached and his balls felt like
they were going to split open from pent-up desire, from what felt like
gallons of cum just waiting to be released. Bobbi's moans had turned
into cries that were ignored with equal ruthlessness by the man. A few
times Bobbi's knees buckled a little, but the man simply grabbed Bobbi
by his extremely tender balls and pulled him up again, making him scream
into his gag. Bobbi knelt like that, in constant sexual need, his body
aching, until the sun went down unseen by Bobbi. Then finally the man
pushed Bobbi onto his side. The man had once again taken Bobbi well past
his previous limits, and again Bobbi hadn't even considered calling it
quits. The man had again turned Bobbi into a completely docile slave
boy. As Bobbi lay on his side he was filled by only two thoughts: relief
at being allowed to rest and by an overwhelming need to be allowed to
cum. The latter thought being by far the most dominant. 

There was, however, to be no release for Bobbi just yet, quite the
contrary. The man dragged Bobbi over to lie next to a table. Then he
stretched Bobbi's legs out and tied then spread-eagle to the table legs.
The he went to fetch something and when he came back, he sat down on
Bobbi's upper body, robbing Bobbi of most of his breath as he pressed
down on his chest. Then he did something truly wicked, something Bobbi
most definitely did not want. First he pressed a large bag of frozen
peas down on Bobbi's genitals and held it there. The shock was enough to
make Bobbi scream and thrash, but his position, tied down and pinned
down didn't leave much room for resistance so he merely exhausted his
breath with his futile attempts to break free. He even remembered that
the "safe-word" had been humming and started humming the first tune that
came to mind, but the man merely chuckled and told Bobbi that they were
way past that now. 

Bobbi's struggles faded and so did his erection, albeit surprisingly
slowly. Finally his cock was a tiny shriveled thing, shivering in his
crotch. Then the man grabbed Bobbi's tiny member and fitted Bobbi with a
chastity device. The device was quite simple. It consisted of a very
small, black rubber sack, tied off around Bobbi's scrotum with a steel
wire and secured with a little padlock. Once fitted it turned Bobbi's
genitals into a tiny black ball in his crotch. Bobbi tried shouting in
protest, but again the man chuckled. When Bobbi continued his protests,
the man silenced him by a single blow to the rubber ball using a bamboo
crop. The pain was blinding and Bobbi just rolled up in a tight little
ball. 

For the first time Bobbi was scared. The man's complete disregard for
their agreement and his almost careless domination of Bobbi was
frightening. But it was also arousing. In spite of the intense pain in
his crotch and his acute fear, or perhaps because of them, Bobbi had
never been more aroused in his whole life. This was the domination that
Bobbi had dreamed about his whole life, the kind he had only imagined
existed. 

The man did not give Bobbi a lot of time to reflect on this. He released
Bobbi's legs and pulled him to his feet. Then he removed the armbinder
and secured Bobbi's hands, sealed inside the rubber mittens, to his
collar and led Bobbi into the hallway. Here Bobbi was left and ordered
stand perfectly still while the man attended to whatever business he had
to attend to. Bobbi stood, his feet together and his back straight,
swaying in the dizzying darkness, not daring to move. In his crotch, his
cock stirred again only to be denied even an erection. Bobbi was
intensely aroused but his cock couldn't even try to get hard without
hurting him as it pressed against its tiny rubber prison. This only
further strengthened Bobbi's sense of being controlled, fuelling his
desire and making his cock redouble its futile efforts to break free. In
minutes Bobbi was actually whining with frustration. 

He stood like that for some time before the man returned. He briefly
removed Bobbi's blindfold and told Bobbi what was going to happen before
putting the blindfold back on. 

One of Bobbi's fantasies had always been to get used as kind of an
unwilling prostitute; to be "forced" to serve other men while being
masked and bound. Bobbi had told the man this in one of his e-mails and
the man had now decided to fulfill the fantasy. He found a place where
he could whore Bobbi out and they were going there right now. Bobbi's
heart began to pound as the man put the blindfold back over his eyes and
his cock strained against its prison to no avail. The intense arousal he
had felt before was nothing compared to what he felt now. Bobbi then
felt some sort of coat being slung around his shoulders. As the coat was
closed over his front, he suddenly realized that they were going
outside. He felt panicky as he realized that all he was wearing were a
pair of stiletto boots and a coat, which felt like it ended just above
his knees. Not only that, his head was sealed inside a rubber hood. For
the first time Bobbi thought of the neighbors and what they would think,
but by now it was much too late. The man pushed Bobbi out the door,
meeting no resistance once he had pushed him over the doorstep as Bobbi
was much too scared to make even a sound of protest. 

Instead Bobbi allowed himself to be escorted to the man's car and pushed
inside. His embarrassment only grew as he realized that the man wasn't
even going to hide him in the trunk or lying down in the backseat. He
was going to leave Bobbi sitting in the front seat the whole way, tied
up the like the filthy slave he was. Bobbi involuntarily started to sink
in the seat, but the man grabbed his imprisoned genitals and pulled him
up. There would be no hiding for Bobbi. 

Bobbi had no idea for how long they drove. His head was spinning from
the intense submissive arousal, which was further enhanced by being
forced to openly display what a pervert he was. When he was finally
pulled out of the front seat he had lost all sense of time. He had,
however, not forgotten what he was about to do. As the man actually
removed Bobbi's coat and dropped it in the car before leading him
inside, Bobbi was intensely aware that he was about to fulfill one of
his oldest fantasies. 

Wherever they were going (Bobbi correctly guessed a gay S&M club), they
couldn't get in right away. They had to stand in line outside in the
chilly night air. While they waited the man promoted Bobbi's talents as
a slave-whore: "Oh, the slut is extremely fuckable and not only that; he
can't object. He'll be tied down and ready to serve. Did I mention that
it'll be only one dollar for a fuck and fifty cents for a blowjob?"
Bobbi shivered at being discussed like a piece of meat. He had long
doubted that reality could be as good as fantasy, but so far reality had
exceeded his wildest dreams and he was beginning to think that this
might live up his high hopes. The whole line was buzzing with talk of
the new slave boy that could be used cheaply. After about half an hour,
word reached the bouncers and the man was allowed to enter with Bobbi in
tow. Causing more than a few laughs and humiliating Bobbi further, the
man led Bobbi by his genitals, sealed inside the impossibly tiny rubber
pouch. Several men remarked how tiny and useless that slave's cock had
to be to fit into that little bag. As they walked passed the rest of the
line, several of the waiting men groped Bobbi's ass and more than a few
said things like: "I'll be seeing you later, slut." The arousal was so
intense that Bobbi almost came right then and there, for the first time
in his life being close to cuming without having his stiff cock either
masturbated, sucked or inserted in someone. The situation was just so
sexually charged it almost pushed him over the edge. In fact it probably
would have pushed him over the edge if the man had not sensed Bobbi's
mounting arousal and squeezed his imprisoned cock viciously. Once again
the man's control over Bobbi was complete and uncontested. 

Inside the club the calls and the fondling continued as the man led
Bobbi through several large rooms, some pounding with music while others
were filled with the sound of whips slashing the air and slaves moaning.
Bobbi was made to stand still in one such room. The man then made Bobbi
bend over and a narrow piece of wood. Starting just above his genitals
and ending just below the line of his shoulders, Bobbi was quite
uncomfortable resting on it, but as usual he had no choice as the man
strapped him to it. Then his legs were spreads wide and secured to rings
in the floor and his folded up arms were also tied to the wood he rested
on. Then the man removed Bobbi's blindfold and stepped aside so that he
could see where he was. Bobbi was in a large empty room with mirrors on
the walls. He could see in the mirrors that he was tied to a crude
wooden horse. He was bent over at the hips, his legs straight and spread
wide, secured to the floor. Straps encircled his body and assured that
he would not escape. Apart from his heels, his hood, his collar and the
mittens were the only thing he wore. 

The man moved in front of Bobbi's face and showed him a sign. It read:
"Cheap slut. $1 for a fuck, 50 cents for a blowjob. Please administer 5
five blows to the slut's ass before starting to fuck. Condoms mandatory
at both ends." In his other hand the man held a leather strap; the one
to be use on Bobbi's ass. On one hand Bobbi wanted to scream and run
away, but on the other hand this was a sexual fantasy come through and
the urge to live out his fantasy was much stronger than the desire to
run. 

The man then hung a sign on either side of Bobbi, placed the strap on
his ass and stacked his back high with condoms, placing a cup for coins
on Bobbi's back too. Then he once again moved in front of Bobbi and
instructed him: "Only if someone tries to fuck you or make you blow them
without a condom may you speak. If I hear that you have been talking
under any other circumstances, punishment will be so severe that you
will have trouble walking Monday. Have fun." 

Then the man removed Bobbi's gag and left. As he left Bobbi could once
again see the mirrors and what he saw made him freeze with fear and
submissive lust. Already two lines had formed, ready to use him. Within
seconds of the man leaving, he heard coins going into the cup and saw
condoms being applied before his vision was once again obscured, this
time by the crotch of a huge black man with a very fat penis. As he
opened his mouth to blow the condom covered cock, he felt the blows from
the leather strap landing hard on his ass before a well-lubricated cock
entered him from behind and the fucking began in earnest. 

The fucking and sucking went on for hours, the line not stopping even
once. Every cock that went flaccid as it shot its load as was withdrawn
from either his ass or his mouth, was replaced within seconds. At his
face there was no pause, as the next man in line had pulled on the
condom beforehand and stood ready to receive his blowjob the minute the
man before him withdrew. At his ass there was a pause in the fucking
each time a new man stepped up, but that was only because Bobbi's ass
had to be whipped before the fucking could start. Soon Bobbi's ass was
so sore that he screamed when the blows landed. And still they came.
Bobbi had never imagined that his fantasy would hurt this much or that
it would so demanding. It felt like his ass was going to be permanently
damaged and his jaws felt like they were going to dislocate. He had no
choice but to play along and more importantly he didn't want it to stop.
As painful and humiliating as it was, it turned Bobbi on more than he
had ever imagined it would. 

From time to time, as one guy relieved the next and just before a new
cock was pushed into his mouth, Bobbi caught a glimpse of the man. Early
in the evening he had met a master and his sissy-slave. The master was a
handsome black man and his sissy-slave looked Hispanic. The sissy was
very feminine with long hair and cute little tits. She looked at the man
with adoration, something Bobbi could well understand. So well in fact
that he felt a pang of jealousy as the man shook hands with the master
and grabbed the sissy by her tiny member, making her squeal with
delight. 

The next time Bobbi saw them, the sissy no longer looked delighted that
the man had taken her. She looked outright terrified. She was only
wearing a pair of very high heels and her hands were tied behind her
back. Bobbi couldn't see what had happened to her, but her face was
puffy and streaked with tears, ruining her pretty make-up. She was
kneeling in an awkward position, looking up at the man with terrified
eyes as she blew him. He, on the other hand, hardly acknowledged her
presence as he talked to the handsome black master, who looked very
pleased. As the evening progress and Bobbi was fucked until it was
unbearable and beyond, the glimpses he caught of the man and the sissy
became more and more alarming. When the fucking finally stopped because
it was well past dawn and the club was closing, Bobbi saw the man hand
over the Hispanic sissy to her master. The sissy looked close to panic,
Her entire pretty body looked like one big welt, red and raw. Her cute
little tits had been tied with electrical wire and were now tiny,
bruised bulbs that looked ready to burst. Furthermore they looked like
pincushions, needles sticking out them in all directions. From a wire
tied around her genitals a large weight swung and with her ass she
dragged a baseball bat. The thin end was stuck inside her and the thick
end dragged along the floor. She emitted a constant stream of tiny
panicky screams. Her tongue had been tied up and a weight dangled from
the end of the string around it, making sure that she couldn't pulled
her tongue back into her mouth. Her hands were tied in a backprayer and
when she was handed over to her master she cried with relief. He, on the
other hand, seemed very pleased that she had been so horribly abused and
thanked the man before dragging his slave away, still bound as the man
had handed her over. 

As for Bobbi, now that one of his hottest fantasies had been lived out,
he had to say it had been better than imagined. He was sure that his
asshole would never be able to close again, and that his ass was now
without even the tiniest bit of unwhipped skin. He was unsure whether he
would be able to close his mouth, but to his surprise it was possible,
if very painful. He felt used and abused like never before, enslaved
completely and utterly by the man who had subjected him to this. The man
who now walked over to him, took the cup with Bobbi's earnings, knelt
down, counted them and said: "You really are a slut. Seventy-four
dollars and fifty cents. What a whore." He grabbed Bobbi's chin and
forced him to look into his eyes and continued: "You are mine, slut."
Bobbi shivered as the pure sexiness of the situation welled over him.
"You have performed well tonight slave and I will reward you. You may
come now." Looking into the man's eyes and realizing how true it was
that he was the property of this cruel man and how much he liked it,
Bobbi gave in to one of the best and easily the strangest orgasm of his
life. As Bobbi's whole abused body jerked and thrashed, as his eyes
remained locked by the man and he screamed his orgasm out, Bobbi's
imprisoned member shot its load, first filling up what little space
there was in the pouch and then spilling over the edge and onto the
floor. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, Bobbi unable to escape the
man's eyes and his cock, not even erect, shooting pent-up semen all the
while. 

When it was over Bobbi almost fainted from exhaustion. But of course it
wasn't over yet. First the man released Bobbi from the wooden horse and
made him stand. Getting up was hard and remaining standing was even
harder, but somehow he managed. Then the man led Bobbi into another room
where he had to service the entire staff of the club. Here the fuckings
were long and brutal and several of the bouncers fucked him more than
once. Finally the man thanked the bouncers and bartender and led Bobbi
out of the club. Before leaving the club, the man blindfolded and gagged
Bobbi. Outside it had to be almost midmorning, because even through the
hood Bobbi could hear traffic, people moving around not too far off,
something he had been unable to hear the night before. He didn't really
have the energy to think about and just let the man put the coat on him
and put him in the car. This time the seat was covered with a plastic
bag, so the cum spilling out of the pouch around his genitals and
running down his leg wouldn't stain the seat. 

The ride back to his house passed in a blur, but as the car came to a
halt Bobbi woke up with a start. It was midmorning, broad daylight, and
Bobbi was dressed and tied in a way clearly marking him for the pervert
he was. Panic gripped him as he realized that he would probably be seen
by everyone, that his neighbors would know that he was a pervert. Bobbi
wanted to hide, to run away. While Bobbi was nearly in a state of panic,
the man was completely calm. As Bobbi tried telling him of his fears,
mewling uselessly into his gag, the man simply unfastened Bobbi's
seatbelt, got out of the car, walked to the other side and opened the
door. He leaned in and grabbed Bobbi by the balls and said: "Stop your
useless whining and get out. If you don't want everyone to see what a
disgusting slave-slut you are, you will get out right now." The words
set Bobbi in motion. After all he didn't really have any choice in the
matter and waiting the car certainly wouldn't help. Moving as fast as he
could he got out with the man's help and guided by his tormentor, he was
soon pushed inside his own home, the sound of the front door closing an
immense relief. 

Now that he was inside, the exhaustion overwhelmed him again. He had
trouble remaining awake and so the man simply picked up Bobbi and
carried him into the bedroom. The man carried Bobbi's weight
effortlessly and he was gentle as he wrapped up Bobbi in the rubber
blanket and secured it with a number of straps. He then used two long
straps to secured him to the bed and finally said: "Sleep slut. We'll
talk when you wake up." With these words Bobbi fell asleep, deeply
exhausted and very, very satisfied. 

He woke up as the man undid the straps securing the rubber roll were
removed. Then the man removed his blindfold, gag and hood and helped him
stand. In the bathroom he removed the pouch holding Bobbi's genitals and
held his cock as he peed. His cock and especially his balls were very
sore and caked with dried up cum, but peeing had never felt so good.
Bobbi moaned as the urine left his body in a stream that seemed to go
forever. When it was over, the man removed Bobbi's footwear and took a
shower together with Bobbi. The man entered Bobbi's extremely sore ass,
but Bobbi's moans were not only from pain but also intense pleasure.
Being fucked by the man increased the feeling of being owned, a feeling
that was only amplified as the man grabbed Bobbi's cock and began
stroking it. As Bobbi had come to expect, the stroking did not result in
him cuming. Right before Bobbi came the man always pulled back, leaving
Bobbi hanging. This soon had Bobbi begging, but of course the man paid
no attention. After a while they got out of the shower and the man
removed his condom, no filled with cum, as Bobbi looked on in envy. 

Then the man put the stilettos back on Bobbi's feet and led him into the
living room. There he sat Bobbi down on the couch and went get some
stuff. Bobbi sat perfectly still, his hands in their mittens still
attached to his collar, wearing only the collar and the stilettos. His
cock was still rock-hard and Bobbi could think of little else but
release. When he came back the man was carrying a large duffel bag, from
which he extracted something Bobbi couldn't quite see. He then knelt
down in front of Bobbi, looked him in the eye and said: "Well, slut, its
time to make a decision. Its time to decide whether we should go on or
call it quits. Whether I take you further into slavery or set you free."

Bobbi's heart began to pound. Although the man had overstepped Bobbi's
limits several times, Bobbi had no desire to call it quits. So far it
had been the best sexual experiences of his life, even if the man
sometimes scared him. At the same time Bobbi realized that his
submission to the man would probably mean that he would be forced to
things he definitely didn't want to do, that the man would again break
Bobbi's limits. If Bobbi wanted to retain even the smallest hint of
control, now was the time to say: "stop". But loosing control completely
and utterly, having his limits overstepped again and again had been
almost the most arousing about his submission to the man. The man
seemingly knew just how far he could take Bobbi and still have Bobbi
submit without question. Except for very short periods of time, Bobbi
had been lost in a haze of willing sexual submission the whole time. And
even after these brief flashes, Bobbi had thought that it was good that
the man had forced him. In short Bobbi knew that the healthiest thing to
do was to call it quits, but that he didn't want to. Bobbi wanted
desperately to submit to the man. 

Presently the showed the item he had taken from the bag. It was a
chastity device made from clear, hard plastic. He let Bobbi look at for
a few seconds and then said: "If you want to call it quits, I'll leave
right now. There will be no hard feelings. I had a good time and I know
that you did too." Bobbi blushed at this, but didn't have time to think
about it as the man continued: "However, if we do carry on there are
number things in your life that will change drastically. This is one of
them. If you are to be my slave, you WILL wear one of these -
constantly." Bobbi shivered at this but the man merely went on: "It will
be several months at least before I come back, but if you are to be my
slave-slut, you will wear this the whole time, no breaks for comfort, no
quick removals for a little wanking. You will remain celibate for me.
There are several other things you must do, but this is the most
critical one. After you agree to become my property night and day I'll
tell you about the other things, but first you must agree to wear this."

With that he stopped talking and sat back on his heels, holding the
chastity device out so that Bobbi could see it. Bobbi knew that he
should say no. The thought of being unable to cum for months made him
want to scream. He knew that he should at least harbor some doubts as to
what the right decision was, question the wisdom of being controlled by
another man. But there was no doubt, no hesitation. Bobbi desperately
wanted to submit to the man, the man who had fulfilled so many of his
fantasies. 

So when the man asked: "What are you?" Bobbi had only one answer and it
came promptly, without hesitation, but with a quivering voice: "I am
your slave-slut Master. Please make me your property." The man smiled at
this and to Bobbi's great surprise, he put down the chastity device.
Bobbi expected to be imprisoned right away, but instead the man donned a
pair of rubber gloves and began masturbating Bobbi with one hand, while
the other began roaming Bobbi's sore ass. It was pure heaven and in
seconds Bobbi was moaning and panting as his arousal mounted. This time
the man didn't pull back and after just a few minutes Bobbi exploded in
a truly glorious orgasm, screaming and thrashing as he spurted his cum
all over himself and his couch. When it was over he feverishly thanked
the man in an out of breath voice. 

The man carefully wiped Bobbi clean before proceeding. He produced the
bag of frozen peas from the night before and accompanied by Bobbi's
groaning and whining, he held it in Bobbi's crotch until his spent cock
was tiny and shriveled, the good feelings from his fabulous orgasm gone
entirely. Then he imprisoned Bobbi's cock. The chastity device was made
of clear, hard plastic and consisted of three parts: a large, solid ring
through which Bobbi's cock and balls were pulled, a second smaller ring
on which were mounted a number rounded plastic spikes pointing inwards.
This second was made up of two halves, which were closed around his
scrotum and secured to the larger ring that had been pulled over his
cock and balls. Once his cock was inside the rounded spikes pressed down
on his cock and behind his scrotum. The final part was a closed tube
ending in a ring matching the ring around his scrotum. Once the tube was
on a tiny plastic padlock locked the three parts together. Now the cock
was trapped while the balls hung out underneath. The tube was only just
big enough to hold Bobbi's flaccid member and near the end was a tiny
hole through which urine could escape. The padlock was of the type that
once it was locked on, it had to cut off and thus destroyed. Since it
had a unique serial number printed on the front any tampering could be
detected. The rounded spikes on the second rings were not stiff enough
to ensure that a very eager little slave-slut, willing to stand some
pain, couldn't pull the whole thing off, but they were stiff enough to
prevent the eager little slave-slut to try to put it back on without
cutting the lock. The thing could be opened if he so desired, but not
undetected. 

To this the man said: "Every night you will send me a picture of your
imprisoned cock. In the picture must also be a newspaper with the date
clearly visible so that I can see that the picture is fresh. If you take
this off in any other case than a medical emergency, I will break all
contact. Do you understand?" Bobbi looked down at his imprisoned member
and swallowed: "Yes Master, I understand. I am your property." Already
his cock was stirring and his frustration setting in. 

The man smiled and said: "Good. Now for the other changes to your life.
Every morning and night you will make sure that your body and face are
absolutely free of hair. You will also wash you useless, little
imprisoned appendage and dry it carefully. Use a blow dryer. When you
pee you will have to sit down like the bitch you are." Bobbi's face
again burned with shame, but he of course remained silent. "When at home
you will wear your heels all the time, practicing walking in them for at
least half an hour every night." The man continued his instructions:
"Get a pair of very tight-fitting jeans and some equally tight-fitting
T-shirts. Together with your heels and your collar they will be your
home-wear. You will wear the heels and the other stuff from the moment
you step through your door and until you go to bed and again in the
morning before leaving for work. In case you have unexpected visitors
you may put away the stilettos and the collar, but the tight clothes
will remain. You will send me pictures of you wearing these clothes for
approval. If you are in doubt as to whether they are tight enough, pick
a size or two smaller." Bobbi began to realize that the man meant to
control his whole life, even when he wasn't there. His next words only
confirmed this: "At home you will also wear these." He gave Bobbi a pair
of very small shorts made of red rubber and a butt-plug. "You will also
wear these from the minute you step through your door at night, to the
minute you leave in the morning. You may only remove them while going to
the bathroom or while making sure that your body is smooth and hairless.
Make sure you clean them every morning." Bobbi looked at the two rubber
items he was about to get so well acquainted with. If he had doubted the
man's thoroughness before, these thoughts had now been dispelled. "I
have only two more things for you to do each day." Bobbi's heart sank.
More things to do? "Firstly, you will surf for porn on the Net for at
least one hour every night." The man reached into his bag and took out a
box containing a great many DVD's: "Secondly you will watch at least one
of these movies every night. I don't care how tired or how sick you are,
you will surf for porn for an hour and watch at least one of these films
every night." 

Suddenly Bobbi realized what the man had ordered him to do. Not only had
he ordered him wear stilettos and tight clothes, both of which were
guarantied to trigger Bobbi's submissive instincts and turn him on, but
the porn-surfing and the movies, which Bobbi had no doubt were
pornographic, would also make him extremely horny. The rubber shorts and
the butt-plug would certainly not lessen his arousal. Combined with the
hair-removal and his practicing walking in his heels, he would have
little or no time for other activities. The man was effectively cutting
off Bobbi's contact to the outside world and trapping him in a prison of
constant arousal. Constant and unfulfilled arousal, since the chastity
device ensured that he wouldn't be able to cum. As this dawned on him,
Bobbi moaned in defeat. But even now as he realized what he had embarked
on, Bobbi didn't even consider calling it off. Not only was the whole
thing a huge turn-on, but Bobbi desperately wanted to man to dominate
him, for the man to come back and claim him. 

"Well, slave?" the man inquired. Bobbi swallowed and answered in a
properly respectful tone: "Thank you Master for showing me how to behave
in a manner pleasing to you. I am your property, your slave-slut. Thank
you Master." The man then patted Bobbi's cheek and started to free
Bobbi's hands from the collar. Then he removed the mittens and told
Bobbi to crawl out in the hallway. The man's bags were packed and he was
ready to leave, but not before a final assignment for Bobbi. The man
knelt down beside Bobbi and started fondling his body. Soon Bobbi's
member strained against its prison while Bobbi moaned. The man addressed
Bobbi without breaking off his fondling and stroking: "As I said, it
will be several months before we meet again, but tomorrow you will get
the items I ordered and start sending the pictures I demand. More orders
will no doubt follow." Bobbi nodded in acknowledgement as he moaned in
passion. Then the man blindfolded Bobbi and continued: "I will now put a
dildo in you ass, so that you can recall what its like to be fucked. A
slave like you should always think about how he can improve his skills,
so practice squeezing this gently to increase the pleasure of the one
fucking you." Bobbi again nodded and moaned as the man's hand lingered
at his balls, sending shivers of lust racing up his spine. "You will
stand like this on all fours, with the blindfold on until the batteries
run out. You may not move or remove the dildo until there is no movement
whatsoever left in it. Be good slave." With that he shoved the
surprisingly large dildo up Bobbi's ass, vibrating almost violently.
Then he got up and left Bobbi standing on all fours behind his own front
door, moaning with lust and pain as the dildo assaulted his sore ass. 

Soon sweat rolled down Bobbi's naked body as he involuntarily moved with
the artificial fuck. He tried his best to squeeze the dildo and the
effort only made him sweat more as he swayed and moaned with the
mechanical fuck. He lost all sense of time as the vibrations continued
into the night and well into early morning. They didn't stop until it
was nearly time for Bobbi to leave for work, and he had to rush
breakfast and shower very quickly to make it on time. He would have made
it on time if he weren't also required to make sure that his body was
hairless and smooth. The man's orders were not to be taken lightly.
Already Bobbi ached for an orgasm and his genitals, trapped in the
small, clear plastic prison in his crotch filled up his mind, his
unfulfilled lust making his cock throb. As he left for work, sure to be
late, he moaned at the thought of wearing this for months.