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_____________________________________________________________________ Chapter 3
it awoke about 5am and slipped from its bed not to waken sleeping beauty on the next pillow. it yearned for the body beneath the covers but first it must serve Master R. it presented itself to Him on its knees, hands clasped behind its head, collar on and caged genitals exposed and the foreskin peeled back per Master R's rules. Having sought permission to go about its day it kowtowed and made its pledge to Master R. Permission to wear clothes granted. Trainers, socks thin, black, nylon shorts with a couple of rolls at the waist so they cover no more than is strictly necessary. A sleeveless hooded top. And a pink collar and steel cage of course. These shorts may be a little less revealing than the white ones, since they are not so form fitting, but at least in the white shorts it doesn't clank so much when it runs. A little light rain as it runs 6km, contemplating how fortunate it is to serve so great a Master and how wonderful Master R is. He has been so good as to share a pic or two with it and He is a very handsome Man. Master R also once rewarded this bitch with a pic that coyly teased and hinted at the magnificent Male member Master R was blessed with, a fitting tool for a God.
C is for Crawling when it returned from its run it stripped naked and crawled about its front yard for Master R. Doesn't sound like much but its yard fronts onto a street which, while never being really busy, is never quiet either and, as it learned another time, depending on where it parks its car, the neighbours have a clear line of sight into bitch's yard from their front door. And the mail boxes for the units are in a cluster just outside the bamboo fence.
Damp and cold it crawled into bed beside bf so he could enjoy a nice wakeup blowjob without having to endure too much contact from its cold body. As usual it made breakfast for bf while he showered and made sure that he had something for his lunch before breakfasting itself and getting ready for work.
C is for a corona of clothes-pegs surrounding its cock Maybe it should have gone for a slightly less descriptive title! bitch must have been feeling especially brave, or stupid, but this one was carried out at work. Once the majority had gone home it let itself into one of the lesser used toilets and realised that it was actually the first place the cleaners started their rounds. A different toilet would be prudent if it wished to remain employed. Relocated, it stripped away the artifice of manhood and exposed its true self before donning its collar, the only clothing fitting a creature such as it. it took the handful of clothes-pegs it had grabbed in the morning and applied them in a ring around its genitals and to its scrotum. Clothes-pegs don't pinch that much. At first. Unlike more severe clamps that cut off the blood supply, the clothes-pegs still allow a full blood supply to all those pain receptors. There is no merciful dulling, the pain continues. The other thing is that the more skin in the pinch the less it hurts, and the easier it is to apply the clothes-pegs without them slipping off. Of course, the more skin pinched at the start the less there is at the finish because, even a bubble of lard such as it has only so much skin to go around and the final pegs had only a tenuous and painful grip on the thinnest of pinches. Once everything was in place and duly photographed it left them there for about 10 minutes as it silently contemplated how amazing and Masterful Master R is. How thankful it is that He would stoop to own it. The rattle of keys brought it back to the mundane. it bit its tongue to dull the pain and stifle any sound it might make as it removed the clothes-pegs.
C is for chains In the evening it gathered together the fruits of its trip to a hardware store. A couple of metres of chain, bolt cutters and some padlocks to add to its stock. it measured out lengths that would be suitable for each ankle, wrist and neck with a longer length suitable for connecting everything. it has long fantasised about being chained but to date nobody has shown an interest in doing this to it in person. it secured a loop of chain around each wrist and ankle before joining the ankles together to the longer chain and then securing each wrist to this chain also. it remained chained like this for some time before struggling to release itself. it was glad it had not made its first foray into chaining with hands behind its back where manipulating tiny keys into little padlocks would be extra difficult.
Master R did not have time to deal with it this evening so, having waited respectfully for Master R for some time, kneeling as it has been trained to do, it went to bed because Master R wants it to be healthy and effective so it can best serve Him.
bitch respectfully begs You to contact it at hisslavebumboi@gmail.com with Your comments or criticisms and it especially begs You to suggest a suitable punishment if You spot any errors. Rest assured that Master R is interested in what You have to say and bitch will be thankful for Your input.