Here I was again, naked and prostrated in front of him. It amused him seeing me like that, humiliated. He instructed me to caress his legs and crotch with my face. Soon I had to lick his boots also. I didn't mind that slave's work, what it really worried me was what it would came later, when he tortured me, as he surely would, because he enjoyed that most of all.
First, I found myself with my arms hanging spread-eagled of two vertical posts. In that position he started to work on me. Slowly and methodically, he used every strapping, smacking, whipping instrument he had on me. He hang clamps from my tits that made me shout in pain. Only when every inch of my skin from my arms to my calfs was sore and red he was happy, taking obvious satisfaction from a work well done.
Next he tied my left wrist to my left ankle, my right wrist to my right ankle, leaving me in a foetal position. Then he used an electric crane to pull up from my ankles. That left me hanging down and resting on the floor with my upper back, my bottom pointing upwards. It was painful and uncomfortable. His objetive was my anus. He started using a dildo to relax and open it, to later _f_u_c_k_ me himself with full delight and not losing the chance to remember me that I was being _f_u_c_k_ed by my master.
My new position was chained to the bath. There he pissed on me. He asked if I enjoyed being pissed on and I said yes. He ordered me then to piss on myself, which I did. He left me in there while I felt the cold, once the piss had lost its warmth.
After a shower, we left. I was wearing a tight _c_o_c_k_-ring, tight jeans and no underwear. I still was his slave. We had dinner. We went to a leather bar. While we were there he ordered me to undress and kneel in front of him. That did call that attention of the people there. He showed them his work with me on my still visible welts and general redness all over my body. To give me a lesson, he said, he put me over his knees and administered a thorough, and thoroughly humiliating, spanking on my bottom. Time to go to the dungeon again.
An steel bar was put behind my kness. My ankles were tied to my thighs. And the steel bar hang again from the crane, leaving me hanging down. My wrists were tied at my back. No contact with the floor. I was not very long in that position.
I was tied to a chair. A weight hang down from my balls. Blindfolded. My arms tied to the back of the chair. Gagged. Left in that position long.
I slept tied to the sides of a bed. Still naked.
Morning found me having to request permission to my master to pee. He left me and then ordered me to put myself again on my knees and with my head touching the floor in front of him. Then he tied me spread-eagled to the bed and started again strapping my bottom. When I had my bottom warm enough, he dedicated the rest of the morning to _f_u_c_k_ me.
Finally, I was discharged. I was naked all the time except when we left for dinner and in pain, actually tortured, most of the time.
I took the bus for the voyage home.