MSDS Society Ch. 06

"Yes Master, it's deeply grateful for your punishment, it will never break your rules again!"

Patting me on the head while still hugging me, "I know you are. Slaves need to be corrected and punished when it does wrong. This will not be the last time this slave will be punished but it will get better each time. It is your nature to pleasure your Master isn't it that right?"

"Yes Master, it wants to please you!"

"I know you want to please me. Pleasing me gives you much joy, doesn't it slave?"

"Yes Master, it's very happy to please my Master."

"When I am happy, slave is happy, correct slave?"

"Yes Master, it is happy when its Master is happy."

"So, slave will always want to make me happy, correct?"

"Yes Master, it always wants to make its Master happy."

"Slave will always obey me, right?"

"Yes Master, it will always obey its Master."

"Slave will always pay attention to me at all times, right?"

"Yes Master, it will always pay attention to its Master at all times."

Still rubbing my head and my ass now, Master continues to whisper in my ear.

"Slave will not speak unless given permission?"

"Yes Master, it will not speak unless given permission"

"Slave will always respect me?"

"Yes Master, it will always respect its Master."

The pain and attention from my Master helps me float in a very peaceful place. Wanting to answer my Master's question honestly and from my heart.

"Slave will respect all other Masters and Superiors, won't it?"

"Yes Master, it will respect all other Masters and Superiors."

"Slave will kneel when it comes near me, won't it?"

"Yes Master, it will kneel when it comes near you."

"Slave will do all domestic duties for me, like it did this morning. It would like that wouldn't it?"

"Yes Master, it would love to do all the domestic duties for its Master"

"Slave will like to walk to the right and just behind me, as a good little slave should, isn't that right?"

"Yes Master, it will walk to the right and just behind its Master as a good slave should."

"Slave never wants to wear clothes again, isn't that right slave?"

"Yes Master, it never wants to wear clothes again."

I keep floating in a wonderful feeling subspace but didn't remember what Master called it. I'm just happy to be hugged by my Master.

"Slave wants to always perform above my expectations, doesn't it?"

"Yes Master, it wants to always perform above my Master's expectations."

I am now starting to tear up again as I know Master is right. All these questions are what I want to do for him.

"Slave wants to kneel at my feet and kiss them three times to get my attention, isn't that what my slave wants?"

"Yes Master, it wants to kneel at your feet and kiss your wonderful feet three times to get Master's attention."

Now I am in tears of joy that expresses my devotion to him.

"Slave will be punished if any of my rules are not followed correctly, you want to be corrected and punished if you break my rules, right slave?"

"Yes Master, please punish and correct this slave if it does not follow your rules correctly."

"Slave, I have the right to use this body any way I want. It's my right, isn't?"

Master squeezes my ass as he says the last couple of questions. I know it is his right to use me as he wishes.

"Yes Master, it is your right to use this slave body as you like. It is yours, Master."

Master squeezes both my ass cheeks to show I am his to use.

"I do not have the right to terminate, permanently damage, tattoo, or brand this slave, correct slave?"

"Yes Master, that is only my owner's right, your brother, Master"

Master hugs me tight saying I am a very good slave. That I will always follow his rules. That it makes him happy when I follow his rules. That I want to make him happy. I nod my head up and down saying "Yes Master" over and over. I am growing more and more attached to my Master. All I want is to make him happy.

Master releases me then attaches the leash again to my collar, pulling me into the house. I am pulled through the double doors as they open just in time for us to enter. Master turns to the right and through another door which is again opened by a slave attending it. We enter a large dining room. It has long wooden tables with chairs spaced wide apart.

Master pulls me to a chair and orders me to pull it out for him to sit. He informs me, I must do this each time he sits at the table. I follow his orders. He sits and then orders me to push the chair in until he signals me to stop. I push him so he has the spacing he likes. I stand to the right of the chair and just behind him. A slave server comes out with something to drink. It looks like coffee. Master signals to me to step forward.

"Slave, I like my coffee with one sugar cube and a splash of cream."

I quickly get his meaning, adding one sugar cube and a splash of cream to his coffee. Master signals me to step back again. I try to commit Master's coffee preferences to memory. I want to make my Master happy when I do this again.

Master sips his coffee while we wait for breakfast to come. I see he is relaxing as he sips his coffee. I pay attention to my Master's every move. I marvel at how gracefully he moves in this formal setting. I scan his body from his head to his feet. I admire how controlled he is, how he can command me with just a signal of his hand. Those hands and arms are so strong.

I remember him carrying me around the room last night with ease. He has perfect muscle definition and tone. His thighs and ass muscles fill his shorts like they were made for him to show off his body. And what a body he has. I have a sudden impulse to kneel at his feet and worship him. As if my Master can read my mind, he snaps his fingers and points to the floor. I quickly kneel beside him. Master orders me to crawl under the table between his legs. I quickly comply, wanting to serve him. Master pulls on the front of the chair and a section in between his spread legs pulls out. He hands me the section telling me to put it in a slot under the table beside me. I see the slot and store the wooden section away. Master points to between his legs. I crawl forward so my face is looking straight at his crotch. Master orders me to open his shorts and pull out his cock. WOW! I'm going to be sucking his cock right in the dining room! We are currently the only ones here but that will change when school officially starts. I imagine slaves sucking their Master's cock as they chat and eat. I quickly open his shorts and pull out his cock.

"Slave kiss it. I know you want to. Kiss the cock that gives you the most pleasure in the world."

I move forward to kiss his cock but Master pulls it away. I am sad and look up into his eyes.

"Slave, what does it say before it kisses my cock?"

Oh fuck. Master is going to make me ask to kiss his cock. My cock jumps at the thought

"Please Master, may it kiss your cock?"

"No slave, I want you to beg. Beg to kiss your Master's cock. Look in my eyes and beg me to kiss my cock, slave!"

I look up into his eyes "Please Master, may your slave kiss your beautiful cock. Your slave loves your cock. Oh god please Master. It will do anything to be able to kiss your cock"

"Slave, you love my cock. You want to worship me, don't you slave?"

"Oh Yes Master, it loves your cock. It so much wants to kiss and worship your cock. Your cock is so beautiful, so powerful, it needs to be worshiped. Please Master, may your slave worship your cock like you deserve to be worship"

I kneel only millimeters from the cock that I want to kiss and worship. As I stare into Master's eyes waiting for what feels like hours. Each second is a living hell!

Master looks down at me with a huge smile on his face. A smile of satisfaction. He knows has me in a mental grip. I can't move. I need his approval so I can worship him. Nothing else in the world matters.

Finally, Master speaks "Yes slave, it loves me. It's like a dog waiting to get fed. Well, I guess I have to feed it don't I. Yes, slave, you may kiss my cock and worship it as you say I deserve"

I am so happy. A wave of pleasure hits me. It's like an orgasm without shooting a load.

Still looking into his eyes, "Thank you so much, Master! It loves you, Master."

Tears of incredible joy run down my face. I look down at the object of my desire. I admire the cock directly in front of my face. It's truly beautiful, a work of art. I lean in slowly, wanting to admire it forever. Finally, my lips touch the head. Another wave of pleasure hits me. I truly love my Master's cock. I kiss it again and again, opening my mouth, and letting my tongue out to lick it. I can't take it. It needs to be worship. I open my mouth and take just the head in my mouth. The head is a perfect mushroom for my tongue to circle it. I lick all around the head and up the piss slit. Then I lick around the head again and under the lip of the mushroom head. Pre-cum is dripping out of the slit. It is so deliciously sweet, like candy. I go deeper down into my mouth, licking the underside with my tongue. I rise and lick the head again, then move farther down into my mouth again. My tongue traces the veins running along the length of Master's stiff cock. As his cock enters my throat, I don't stop until I feel my Master's pubes press against my face. I move up and down licking the underside as I worship, the love of my life. I'm truly in love with my Master's cock. As a slave, I may never experience the love of a relationship of equals. Yet, at this moment I am in love with my Master's cock. I want my Master to know I worship it with all my heart. Tears of joy down my face. I am the happiest slave in the world!

Master holds my head to keep my throat filled with his cock. I feel his cock start to pulse and then slow down. I am kept impaled on his cock for about 2 mins then he releases me. I instinctively pull up just enough to be able to breathe. He holds my collar so the massive mushroom head is just inside my mouth. So, I just lick the head keeping Master hard but not shooting.

I hear something put on the table. Master releases my collar and leans over. I hear him starting to eat his breakfast. Master taps my head which I take as a sign to deep-throat him again. When I feel his cock pulse again, he holds my head down, allowing him to cool down. When the pulsing stops he pulls on my collar until my mouth is just around the head again. I know what to do and lick the head, cleaning off more pre-cum. All the while Master is still eating.

Master does this for a long time, enjoying my mouth to keep him on the edge of cumming. All the while he enjoys his breakfast and a second cup of coffee. We continue, this edging, while he is eating and drinking for about 45 minutes. Then finally Master holds me down on his cock and it explodes into my throat. After what must be 8 shots of cum in my stomach, Master releases me completely off his cock. Master looks down at me and smiles.

"Good work slave. We will do this every meal. You will serve me as I eat. This is what all slaves do in the dining hall. Masters eat and slaves are fed." He laughs at his joke. But it is not a joke. I was just fed a lot of cum. Master seems to be able to produce so much cum. I know he is young but he can fuck and cum a lot! Like Master can read my mind.

"Slave as a Master with a 100% dominant gene, I am to able cum much more than most my age. They say it is something to do with the dominant gene that has been bred into us. We can fuck and cum often. I am told we need to cum as often as we can. Which is where you come in, slave. As a slave, it is my cum bucket. That is one reason we Masters need slaves. We become too aggressive if we don't express our dominance often. One way to express our dominance is by fucking a slave. However, there are other ways of expressing one's dominance which my slave will find out soon."

As Master finishes his breakfast, a kitchen slave brings out two bowls, one with slave chow and another with water. Master snaps his fingers and points to the bowls without even looking down at me. I understand, digging into my food and drink. From my time with Master Mike, I know to only eat and drink with my mouth. It still makes me feel like an animal but I am getting used to it.

After I finish my breakfast, he says, "Now it is time to shower. Put the chair back together and get up."

I quickly grab the piece of the seat and slide it into place then crawl out from under the table.

"Stand and pull out my chair."

As Master gets up, I quickly rush behind him and pull out the chair. Master clips the leash on my collar again and turns then leaves the dining room, pulling me along. I remember I need to maintain the proper space between us. We go down a hallway to a set of elevators. As we wait for the elevator Master snaps his fingers and points to the floor. I quickly kneel. The doors soon open and Master pulls me in as I crawl beside him. The elevator has deep redwood on the walls showing quality and workmanship. This whole mansion, 'house', is filled with redwood panels. It seems very old but up to date as well. I wonder how old the college is and was the house built for the college or something else and the Society took it over. Before the doors open Master snaps his fingers, indicating for me to stand again. I rise just as the doors open. Master doesn't wait for me to stand completely as he walks out of the elevator. We walk down a few hallways and then into his suite. Again as Master approaches his suite a naked slave is there waiting for him to open the doors. As soon as we enter the suite Master starts to remove his clothes, handing them to me. Then unclips the leash and hangs it on a hook by the door.

Master orders me to put the laundry in the shoot by the door. I deposit the clothes into the shoot. I learn later that in the basement there is a shoot for each Master's suite so they can keep the clothes separated. The house slaves take care of all the laundry each day and deliver it when the Masters are out.

Master orders me to follow him into the walk-in shower again. I wash and dry him. Then, I'm ordered to take a shit, clean my hole, shave my body then take a cold shower. Master leaves the bathroom to let me do as he orders. When I am done, I find Master on the balcony of the suite. I kneel by his right leg, then bend down and kiss his feet three times. When I am upright again, Master grabs my head and pulls it to his leg, letting me rest my head on it. I soon feel Master rubbing my head. Oh, that feels good. I purr and moan some as he rubs it. He is just relaxing, enjoying the quiet and warm breeze. I am thankful the island is in a warm tropical place. Master's hand feels nice on my head. It's like I belong at his feet and rubbing my head showing me he owns me. It is like he is my protector.

Master circles my shaved head with his finger like it is the most natural thing in the world. It is natural. Master is my Alpha and he is expressing his dominance in a tender yet commanding way. I love the way Master is so comfortable as an Alpha. It makes me feel protected yet owned at the same time.

At this moment, I am comfortable with who I am. I am my Master's slave, his property, That is who and what I am. I wouldn't ever change it! Master picks up his phone and opens 'The Society' app then orders an open-air carriage. I am content on my knees with Master rubbing my head, obviously of what Master may be or not be doing on his phone.

Master stands up then looks down at me, "Slave, I think it is time to show it around campus. Grab me some shorts and sandals"

I quickly grab Master's shorts and saw a pair of sandals in the closet when I was looking for his shoes earlier. I run back to my Master and kneel at his feet, kissing them three times. I open the shorts for him. Master steps into them one leg at a time then I pull them up to his waist. I am saddened to hide his cock. I then place a sandal on each foot.

In a very tender way, he grabs my hand a pulls me out of his suite, down the stairs, and out of the house.

Waiting for us is an open-air carriage with two huge slaves strapped to it as horses would be. I remember being in their shoes on the first day of my slavery. It was a closed carriage. This was open but with a cover to shade us from the sun. The poor beasts pulling the carriage are not so lucky, yet they have a deep tan all over their bodies. Of course no tan lines except at the collars and shackles.

They look like two bulls with two huge balls hanging between their leg. Fuck their cocks similarly huge like a horse cock. Wondering if that is one reason they are beasts of burden.

Master pulls me by my hand into the carriage like a schoolboy would do to his boyfriend. I'm pulled into his lap.

Whispering in my ear, "Slave, take out my cock and ride it as we ride around the grounds."

I am a little embarrassed that Master is going to fuck me in public. Yet, what choice do I have? So, I reach around with one hand, pulling down his shorts. Master is already hard so I aim my hole over his huge cock and slowly lower myself onto him so that he is lodged deep inside me. Master pulls me to his naked chest rubbing his left hand on my nipples and holding me tight. His right-hand reaches down and starts to jack me off. He tells the driver to take a slow trip around the campus and then around the rest of the island. I hear a whip hitting flesh as we start to move.

As we move along the bumpy road I am bounced up and down on his cock. Master explains the 'Houses' are for each country or region of the world. He goes on to say that the slave games are where the houses compete against each other. At the end of the games, the winning house gets to pick any one of the slaves from the losing houses to use for three weeks. The slaves are usually from a rival house.

"That is why I need to win the slave games. I cannot lose you for three weeks."

I am deeply touched that Master does not want to let me go for even three weeks. For some reason it makes me want to win too. I don't want to lose him either. I'm starting to connect with him on a deeper level. I think I am falling in love with him! Master wanting to keep me to himself only strengthens that love. I am going to help my Master win the "Slave Games" no matter what. Except I have no idea what I am committing to!

As we continue our tour of the campus, Master slowly fucks me and rubs his hand around my cock especially the head keeping me on the edge of cumming. I moan in frustration as he takes his hand away from my cock to point at buildings, like the slave training center where much of my slave classes will be. Then there is the Creative Arts building. Master says he wants me to learn some dancing skills. One of the competitions in the "Slave Games" is a competitive dance-off. It will be graded on skill, creativity, and eroticism. Master runs his hands down my body saying I have a great body for dancing and wants to show me off to the other Masters. I remember being on the swim team and all the work around the house father made me do created the body I have now. My body was created by what my father told me to do. Building the wall, swimming, running around the grounds, and helping the gardeners all made my body the way it is. I am proud of my body but I know it is due to my father's training. Father was preparing me to be a well-toned fit slave in order to be sold to Master Mike. Master is rubbing my body and squeezing my muscles.

"Slave you know your father created a perfect slave, right?"

I realize he is right. My body is because of my father's training. My breeding makes me submissive to my owner. First my father, then Master Mike, and now Master Alex.

"Yes Master, father created it to be the slave you would want to own."

It is true, my father created me in every way to be the slave that my Masters wanted me to be. This makes me feel more like a piece of property that was created instead of just born into the world. Yet for some reason that bothers me less and less the longer I am a slave.