charlie
08-28-2002, 2:59 AM
Hi guys. This is a continuation (at least characted wise) of a story I posted on Daddo's old board back in March.
Part 1.
Slave Charlie could not see or hear anything – his only sensation was of darkness, and an inability to move. He started to hear muffled sounds, as though someone was approaching. Covering his head was a leather mask – Mistress Rachel, Slave Charlie’s owner has put it over his head earlier that day. He was presently housed in Mistress Rachel’s cupboard in her bedroom – she had him build a storage area so she could hide him away during inappropriate moments, such as when visitors came. He was stood upright, with leather shackles keeping him in place – he was literally unable to move. As usual, Slave Charlie’s cock was held within a cock ring, with a small metal weight hanging from around his testicles, keeping him in mild pain. It had been a small present from his Mistress, which Slave was incredibly thankful for. Slave also had clamps attached to his nipples, with a chain link coming from them, which ran through a metal hoop in Slave’s dog collar, becoming Slave Charlie’s leash. This meant that if Slave did not follow his Mistress straight away on the leash, it would start pulling on his nipples, causing immense pain. There was not much call for it though, as he was so obedient he normally did not require punishment – meaning that Mistress Rachel often punished him for no other reason than being too obedient – something that kept Slave guessing, and constantly grateful to his Mistress for.
Slave Charlie continued to hear noises for quite some time – the thick leather of the mask did a great job of cutting out any sound. Then the noise got louder and louder – sounds of latches and locks being undone. Slave Charlie felt a cool breeze on his skin, meaning that the doors to his captivity had been opened. The noise, now closer was clearer – it was Mistress Rachel. Slave Charlie shuddered with anticipation of serving his Mistress.
“Slave! You had better not be asleep!” shouted Mistress Rachel. Suddenly, the eye flaps on the leather mask were unbuttoned. Slave Charlie could see the open doors of the cupboard and the room beyond. Mistress Rachel looked beautiful as always – she was wearing a PVC dress with Stiletto heels, and the sight made Slave Charlie’s cock bulge, thus making the cock ring cause him pain. Slave Charlie felt incredibly vulnerable in front of his Mistress, but was entranced by her beauty. “Good, you’re awake. Had you been asleep when I came to get you there would have been hell to pay.” Mistress Rachel took Slave Charlie’s cock in her hands, slowly stroking it. Occasionally, she would dig her nails into it, and would pinch the helmet, making her slave wince with pain. “One of my friends, Sara, who you will refer to as Madam, is coming around for the afternoon – I’ve told her a little about you, so it should be fun – I’ll give her a demonstration of you and your humiliation in front of her will provide me with amusement. You will be serving us for the afternoon, performing tricks, whatever I command, do I make myself clear?” Mistress Rachel then unzipped the zip covering Slave Charlie’s mouth on his leather hood. “Yes Mistress, I will obey” relied Slave Charlie. With that, Mistress Rachel continued stroking her slave’s cock for a few moments more – then she noticed something – Slave’s cock had dribbled a small amount of cum onto her hand. “Uuuuurgh, did I give you permission to release? You pathetic, snivelling little shit – I stroke your puny little cock for 2 seconds and look what you do – here, lick this off me” - Slave Charlie then began to lick his own semen from her hand. He had grown used to the taste, and actually enjoyed it now, as it reminded him of serving his Mistress. Mistress Rachel then took one of her whips from beside Slave Charlie in the cupboard, and began punishing him for cumming, even if it was a small amount. She also rezipped up the mouthpiece and buttoned up the eye holes, so Slave Charlie had no idea where and when he was going to feel his Mistresses’ whip. Slave Charlie could not believe he had displeased his Mistress in such a way, and was grateful that Mistress Rachel was spending the time punishing him for being disobedient – his only want in life was to be the perfect slave for his Mistress.
When Mistress Rachel had finished punishing her pet, she unchained him, so that he could perform his chores and prepare for the afternoon ahead. Slave Charlie immediately dropped to the floor beside Mistress Rachel’s feet, his position in life. Mistress Rachel then took her slave’s leash and walked him out of the room – she would purposefully pull harshly on the leash so as to rip Slave Charlie’s nipples – he yelped in pain like the dog he had been trained to be. She led him straight from the bedroom into the bathroom. “Ok slave, head over the bath, I need a piss – do it now.” Mistress commanded, pulling up her PVC dress. Slave Charlie immediately bent his head backwards over the bath – he felt so honoured, he was going to drink Mistress Rachel’s golden pee. “If you spill one drop, you won’t get it for a week – do you understand?” asked Mistress Rachel. “Yes Mistress” slave replied. “Good – here it comes.” And with that, slave cupped his mouth around his Mistress and began swallowing her piss as she let it out. It was very warm, salty, and coming out fast, so Slave Charlie had to swallow it down quickly. Mistress Rachel looked down at her slave in utter delight – she felt so good having someone completely under her power, to the point of this degradation. She laughed as some of her pee trickled down his cheek, too much for him to take. She would punish him for that later, she thought to herself. After a short time, Mistress Rachel was finished. “There, I’m done. Clean me up – no need for toilet paper with you around is there slave???” she then began to laugh as the worm began cleaning her with his tongue. Slave Charlie was such a pathetic creature his only concern was obeying his Mistress’ command, not the fact he had just drunk her urine. “Slave, well done, you did well there – you have pleased me. As a reward, you may clean the toilet with your tongue while I shower. You are to get it as clean as you can – begin” and with that, Slave Charlie stuck his head down the toilet bowl, licking where he could. Mistress Rachel helped him by pushing his head further down into the toilet bowl with the heel of her stilettos.
TBC...
Part 1.
Slave Charlie could not see or hear anything – his only sensation was of darkness, and an inability to move. He started to hear muffled sounds, as though someone was approaching. Covering his head was a leather mask – Mistress Rachel, Slave Charlie’s owner has put it over his head earlier that day. He was presently housed in Mistress Rachel’s cupboard in her bedroom – she had him build a storage area so she could hide him away during inappropriate moments, such as when visitors came. He was stood upright, with leather shackles keeping him in place – he was literally unable to move. As usual, Slave Charlie’s cock was held within a cock ring, with a small metal weight hanging from around his testicles, keeping him in mild pain. It had been a small present from his Mistress, which Slave was incredibly thankful for. Slave also had clamps attached to his nipples, with a chain link coming from them, which ran through a metal hoop in Slave’s dog collar, becoming Slave Charlie’s leash. This meant that if Slave did not follow his Mistress straight away on the leash, it would start pulling on his nipples, causing immense pain. There was not much call for it though, as he was so obedient he normally did not require punishment – meaning that Mistress Rachel often punished him for no other reason than being too obedient – something that kept Slave guessing, and constantly grateful to his Mistress for.
Slave Charlie continued to hear noises for quite some time – the thick leather of the mask did a great job of cutting out any sound. Then the noise got louder and louder – sounds of latches and locks being undone. Slave Charlie felt a cool breeze on his skin, meaning that the doors to his captivity had been opened. The noise, now closer was clearer – it was Mistress Rachel. Slave Charlie shuddered with anticipation of serving his Mistress.
“Slave! You had better not be asleep!” shouted Mistress Rachel. Suddenly, the eye flaps on the leather mask were unbuttoned. Slave Charlie could see the open doors of the cupboard and the room beyond. Mistress Rachel looked beautiful as always – she was wearing a PVC dress with Stiletto heels, and the sight made Slave Charlie’s cock bulge, thus making the cock ring cause him pain. Slave Charlie felt incredibly vulnerable in front of his Mistress, but was entranced by her beauty. “Good, you’re awake. Had you been asleep when I came to get you there would have been hell to pay.” Mistress Rachel took Slave Charlie’s cock in her hands, slowly stroking it. Occasionally, she would dig her nails into it, and would pinch the helmet, making her slave wince with pain. “One of my friends, Sara, who you will refer to as Madam, is coming around for the afternoon – I’ve told her a little about you, so it should be fun – I’ll give her a demonstration of you and your humiliation in front of her will provide me with amusement. You will be serving us for the afternoon, performing tricks, whatever I command, do I make myself clear?” Mistress Rachel then unzipped the zip covering Slave Charlie’s mouth on his leather hood. “Yes Mistress, I will obey” relied Slave Charlie. With that, Mistress Rachel continued stroking her slave’s cock for a few moments more – then she noticed something – Slave’s cock had dribbled a small amount of cum onto her hand. “Uuuuurgh, did I give you permission to release? You pathetic, snivelling little shit – I stroke your puny little cock for 2 seconds and look what you do – here, lick this off me” - Slave Charlie then began to lick his own semen from her hand. He had grown used to the taste, and actually enjoyed it now, as it reminded him of serving his Mistress. Mistress Rachel then took one of her whips from beside Slave Charlie in the cupboard, and began punishing him for cumming, even if it was a small amount. She also rezipped up the mouthpiece and buttoned up the eye holes, so Slave Charlie had no idea where and when he was going to feel his Mistresses’ whip. Slave Charlie could not believe he had displeased his Mistress in such a way, and was grateful that Mistress Rachel was spending the time punishing him for being disobedient – his only want in life was to be the perfect slave for his Mistress.
When Mistress Rachel had finished punishing her pet, she unchained him, so that he could perform his chores and prepare for the afternoon ahead. Slave Charlie immediately dropped to the floor beside Mistress Rachel’s feet, his position in life. Mistress Rachel then took her slave’s leash and walked him out of the room – she would purposefully pull harshly on the leash so as to rip Slave Charlie’s nipples – he yelped in pain like the dog he had been trained to be. She led him straight from the bedroom into the bathroom. “Ok slave, head over the bath, I need a piss – do it now.” Mistress commanded, pulling up her PVC dress. Slave Charlie immediately bent his head backwards over the bath – he felt so honoured, he was going to drink Mistress Rachel’s golden pee. “If you spill one drop, you won’t get it for a week – do you understand?” asked Mistress Rachel. “Yes Mistress” slave replied. “Good – here it comes.” And with that, slave cupped his mouth around his Mistress and began swallowing her piss as she let it out. It was very warm, salty, and coming out fast, so Slave Charlie had to swallow it down quickly. Mistress Rachel looked down at her slave in utter delight – she felt so good having someone completely under her power, to the point of this degradation. She laughed as some of her pee trickled down his cheek, too much for him to take. She would punish him for that later, she thought to herself. After a short time, Mistress Rachel was finished. “There, I’m done. Clean me up – no need for toilet paper with you around is there slave???” she then began to laugh as the worm began cleaning her with his tongue. Slave Charlie was such a pathetic creature his only concern was obeying his Mistress’ command, not the fact he had just drunk her urine. “Slave, well done, you did well there – you have pleased me. As a reward, you may clean the toilet with your tongue while I shower. You are to get it as clean as you can – begin” and with that, Slave Charlie stuck his head down the toilet bowl, licking where he could. Mistress Rachel helped him by pushing his head further down into the toilet bowl with the heel of her stilettos.
TBC...