As soon as I arrived home, I got off all my clothes and put on what I found by the entrance. In this case a pair of handcuffs for my wrists and ankles. Then I went to prostrate myself in front of my master.
He was reading. I knelled in front of him and put my head between his boots. He didn't aknowledge me, so I remained there waiting for his instructions.
Finally he left his reading. I cannot see with my nose stuck to the floor but I sense him go to the punishment room where he keeps different instruments of punishment. When he comes back, I am still in my reglamentary position and I feel a _d_i_l_d_o_ go up my ass. He ties it with a tight harness and adds a _c_o_c_k_ring. The harness forces the _d_i_l_d_o_ inside me without respite, while the _c_o_c_k_ring helps me to keep a raging hard on. Then tit-clamps for my tits and a steel collar completes my punishment.
When he orders me to stand up I finally got the chance to watch my beloved torturer in all his glory. He is just sixteen, tall, incredibly handsome and incredibly sadistic. He inspects the welts on my back and on my bottom from this morning whipping. I wince because they still hurt. He takes the handcuffs from my wrists and instructs me to go make dinner for seven.
I stumble to the kitchen well aware of what that means. Fortunately the next day I had not to go to my work. But it wouldn't be the first time I go to work in pitiful conditions. All the money I earn goes directly to an account which bears only his name. I own nothing for something like two years, since this started.
Cooking with both my ankles kept handcuffed restricts seriously my movements, but I got a lot of practice and I manage to do a decent work. I prepare mostly teenager food. When I am finished I am surprised that I am locked in the closet. Normally I have to open the door for the guests and kiss their boots as they enter. This can only mean that there is a new kid coming in.
While waiting inside the closet, handcuffed again with my wrists to my back, I listen to the people coming and the sounds of the welcoming. The closet is a 1 m x 1,5 m x 1 m in which I often have to live in a fetal position.
The door closet is openened I am ordered to leave it crawling on the floor amid loud cheers and insulting comments. I manage to see a boy standing on the middle on the room blindfolded. I am ordered to crawl until I am at his feet.
'Brian, this is your day of initiation. I am going to make you again the questions to see if you are ready to belong to our brotherhood of Masters. Do you despise faggots?'
'Yes'
'Do you like to torture?'
'Yes'
'Do you enjoy causing pain to vermin?'
'Yes'
'Do you want to have a good _f_u_c_k_ whenever you want?'
'Yes!'
'Will you stop for nothing in the search of your own pleasure?'
'Yes'
'Take your dick out to be adored by your slave'
Brian, blond, not very tall, still a child's face, wearing very casually several sizes too large jean shorts, releases his penis. He is still blindfolded when I put my mouth around it and he starts moaning. His friends lift his blindfold and he is startled at my appereance. A complete adult in painful harness and handcuffs at his feet sucking his penis.
'Come on, _f_u_c_k_ his face, Brian'
'Go for it, he is only a _c_o_c_k_sucker'
'Go!'. 'Go!'.
Brian left me at my work a bit more before he pulled from me and asked:
'Will I be really allowed to torture him?' with a glint in his eyes.
'Of course!. Come I'll show you the instruments we have. Take care of it, boys, while I show Brian around'.
On my knees and ignored while this conversation went around, again felt the attention focus on me