MSDS Society Ch. 09

Waking up after First Punishment Session

I wake up confused. I turn, only to bump into something hard. I open my eyes to see bars. Then I look around, finally remembering I am in a cage. Then a rush of memories floods back, reminding Master's punishment. It is the worst torture I have ever had in my life! Then I remember Master saying my next punishment will be even worst. How could it get worst than what I just endured? My muscles are so stiff and sore. I try to stretch but am not able to move much. The cage I am in is only 3 feet wide, 3 feet high by 4 feet long. I rub my welts from the caning. The welts on my ass are high and very sore. That was the worst caning I have ever felt. I feel a little out of it, not able to think clearly, yet I'm floating in a nice pleasant haze. I am actually happy for some strange reason. I have never taken drugs, so don't know what that feels like but I can imagine it is something similar. A small smile spread across my face. At least I am not crying from the sores all over my body. The strange pleasant hazy feeling seems to help with the pain I would have expected to feel!

I hear footsteps walking closer to me then I see Master's imposing figure looking down at me. I look up in awe at the strong, sexy, dominating man standing above me. OH Fuck! I want to kiss his feet but I am blocked by the bars confining me. Master walks over to the door of the cage, unlocks it, and opens it.

"Out!"

I crawl out of the cage and quickly crawl to his feet then kiss them three times each. Master pats me on the head.

"Good slave, it remembers its training"

I feel proud that I can please Master. Master walks towards the throne.

"Follow!"

I crawl behind Master as a good dog does for his owner. He sits on the throne while I kneel naked in front of him. Master smiles at me.

"Slave, it looks beautiful. I love the marks on its body. It should feel proud it wears his Master's marks."

I smile more knowing Master is right. I do feel proud of the marks Master created.

"Slave, it did very well taking its punishments. It can rest assured that it has completed its required punishment time. I am very proud of it for enduring such a punishment. Slave, this was a test to see how much my slave can take before it breaks. It performed better than expected!"

WOW, Master praise only makes me feel happier. His praise adds to the pleasant floating feeling I continually feel.

"Now slave, has it learned its lesson not to waste your Master's time and be much more careful with things that do not belong to it? Not that anything belongs to a slave!"

"Yes Master, Thank you Master for punishing this slave in order to teach it to not waste its Master's time and not to break things that do not belong to it. Yes, Master, there is nothing that belongs to it."

I am so grateful Master has punished me and taught me what is right and wrong. Master is right nothing belongs to me. They have stripped everything from me. Even my own body does not belong to me. Yet, I feel so grateful to my Master for teaching me a much needed lesson. Maybe it's the floating feeling or everything I have been through, but when I look up at Master on his throne, all I want to do is worship him!

"Come slave, please your Master."

He grabs his cock in his hand and strokes it. I crawl over to him, opening my mouth wide, and start to worship my Master.

"Slave, that feels good, Now slave the punishment it endured has another purpose. It is one of the contests for the 'Slave Games'. It will be tested to see how long you can endure punishments. The slave with the longest time for each punishment wins another point for its Master's house. I am proud to say my slave took one of the longest times for punishments of any slave in our house!"

I lick the head of Master's cock as I listen to Master explain that my punishment also was a test for another 'Slave Games" contest. For some reason, knowing I took one of the longest punishments makes me feel proud.

"Slave, we will need to build on this so it can go take longer and longer punishments durations before it breaks. It will make its Master proud so its Master will win the 'Slave Games' this year. Slave wants its Master to win the 'Slave Games' doesn't it?"

I move my mouth off of Master's cock, "Yes Master, it wants to make its Master proud and help its Master to win 'Slave Games'."

Then resume my sucking as Master continues.

"Very good, Slave. I will work it hard so my house can win. We will be training down here often."

Master rubs my head, "It will be my little pain pig, Taking whatever I want to punish it with. It will be the envy of all the Masters at the college. There will be nothing you will not take for your Master, will you slave?"

"Master, it will take whatever punishments Master wishes it to receive."

"Excellent, slave. It will be fun, it will learn to love the pain its Master gives it."

Master looks down at me with a sadistic smile. I am still floating high so I don't realize what I have just committed to. Master keeps rubbing my head as I slowly suck him. Master's hand is so warm and gentle. I go deeper into my floating headspace. I make love to my Master's cock. It is so beautiful. I love how hard it gets when I lick and suck it all the way down my throat. I truly love how Master rubs my head. I feel the power radiating out of his hand into my body. Taking control of me, my mind, and my body. I feel so safe and happy! I remember my last punishment session, telling Master that I loved him. Right now, I truly love my Master. I love that he controls me so much that it makes me feel like I am floating on air. Master then grabs my head with both his big hands and fuck my mouth fast and deep. He pounds my throat with one mission, to get himself off. I am just a fuck hole for him at this moment. I squeeze my lips tightly as I can, trying my hardest to please him. It is all that matters at this moment. Master pulls me closer, forcing my face to be buried into his musky pubes. My throat pulses as Master's cock expands with each shot of cum down my throat and into my stomach. Master holds me there for a long time keeping me from breathing. He finally released my head just as I pass out. As I'm passed out, I dream about my time with the swim team. I am glad my father had me join the swim team through my middle school and high school years. My coach would have contests with the team to see who could hold their breaths the longest underwater. I usually won. The coach said it was good training for swimming. I wonder if father knew coach had those contests and how it is helping me now as a slave. Now, I wonder if the coach was a Master of "The Society"? It would explain a lot why he would push me so hard, more than most on the team. The coach would order me around a lot. Have me pick up after all the guys and put away any equipment we used. Even after practice, Coach would have me swim more laps just him and me. That is another reason why I was never invited to hang with my teammates after practice. The coach had me stay after all the time and then drive me straight home. I never had real friends except for my cousins who would come over sometimes. Some cousins would be like me, helping out the staff, 'really the slave staff'. Yet, other cousins would hang with my father and brother. One thing swimming did help me with is not being ashamed of my body. It is one of the sports where you wear as few clothes as possible. Since it's required to wear a speedo for swimming, it became natural for me to wear them at home all the time. Therefore, my cousins that are like me, would just follow my lead and wear only speedos too. I assume those cousins must have the sub-gene too. So, in a way, I was helping them to be good slaves by following my example. I wonder if they too chose to join 'The Society'? Well, they would end up being slaves anyways even if they didn't join 'The Society'. As Master said before, it is what we are. I wake up with Master staring me in the face. Like father, like son. Master's father forced me to pass out while impaled on his cock the first time we met.

"Slave, it can hold its breath for a long time. I am impressed. Your father told my brother Mike all about its swim training. It is also good slave training as well. Holding its breath for so long as it did is a good skill to have as a slave. Its coach taught it well. Did slave know its coach is a Master of 'The Society'?"

"No, Master, but it explains a lot, Master"

"What does it explain, slave?"

Master is smiling at me. I wonder what else Master knows about me?

"Master, it explains why coach would have it do extra training after its teammates finished practice. Coach would push this slave harder than any other of its teammates. Because it would train more after practice, it learned to obey coach more than any others on the team. It never was invited to its 'teammates' parties or houses after practice because coach kept it busy with more training and cleaning up the pool area, locker room, and showers. It now understands, Master, that its coach was part of its slave training."

"Yes, slave, its coach help train it to be a better slave. Its father requested the swim coach for its school. In fact, many of the teachers in its grade schools are Masters of 'The Society'. They kept an eye on its father's property. It was a valuable asset to its father. So, of course, he would select who trained it. He did well, selecting the Coach and teachers to help in its slave training."

I remember now! My teachers would order me around in class. I had to pass out assignments and pick up tests for other students. My teachers would have me clean the chalkboard during class and afterward. If any students needed a pencil sharpened, I was ordered to do it for them. If they dropped a book or papers I was expected to pick it up for them. In many classes, I was my teachers' errand boy. Even in school, I was being trained to be a slave. No part of my life wasn't controlled or manipulated by my father. Now that I am a slave, it all makes sense. Father was training every part of my life so he could sell me at a higher price to Master Mike. For some strange reason, it makes me feel special. Father put in a lot of effort in creating a valuable slave.

I swear, Master can read my mind, "Yes slave its father spent a lot of time and energy creating a very special and valuable slave. It should be thankful that its father did so well in its slave training," patting me on the head, "It is very special indeed."

I smile up at Master knowing he is right. Father created me and trained me to be something very special for my Master.

"Stand up, slave. It is time for dinner. It needs some fuel so it can serve me better."

I back up and stand while Master stands up and walks over to a cupboard. He pulls out a robe and puts it on. The robe has a crest with a Man looking down at another man kneeling at his feet. In the background is an eagle, a snake, and a maple leaf. Oh, that must be the crest of Master's house, this house, the 'Americas' house.

Master grabs a leash and attaches it to my collar then pulls me out of the dungeon. Once again we are riding up the elevator to the main level. My guess is, the elevator is the only way to the dungeon. It must be several levels below ground. The doors open and Master pulls me out. As we enter the foyer of the house we see someone new. Well more than someone, another Master and his slave. Well, I can tell they are Master and slave because the slave is naked like me with a collar around his neck. The Master is holding a leash attached to the slave's collar just like me. Master is just as surprised as I am.

"Cousin Jason! WOW, I did not know anyone else was coming this early!"

"Alex, yes my father decided to close up our vacation home earlier than expected. Since we were so close to the college, my father decided to drop me off early. Our family's jet just left 30 minutes ago. Sorry, I have not been in touch over the break. Our vacation home has no cell service. Father believes that a vacation should be an 'Internet-free zone!'"

They hug and rub each other on the back like they are a little more than friends. That was when I got a better look at the cousin's slave. What the fuck! That is Danny, my cousin, Uncle Tony's kid. He has been coming over to our house for years. He's helped me and the staff 'slaves' for our family get-togethers. Sometimes he would stay overnight and we would watch movies or swim together in our pool. He is the closes I have to a friend. I was only allowed to hang out with other family members who are like me, submissive. Of course, I did not know I was a submissive or that Danny was either. We were in the same grade but went to different schools. WOW! He is now a slave like me. We both looked at each other and mouthed our names which I haven't heard since my enslavement. We stare at each other for a long while as our Masters catch up. Now that I get to look at him as a slave, holy crap he's hot! He is about my height and slim yet with muscular legs and arms. A nice six-pack and pointy nipples that I want to suck. That is when his Master grabs him and presents him to my Master. Shit, did I just lust after my cousin?

"Alex, take a look at what my father bought me for my 20th birthday. Isn't he just perfect? I told you I have always wanted an Anderson slave. They have the best bloodline of all slaves."

His Master grabs him and turns him around showing him off like a prize he won. Both Masters walk around my cousin admiring what Master Jason owns. I feel sorry for my cousin. His face is red with embarrassment.

"Look at those abs, that chest, those arms, and legs. Not to mention a perfect ass."

His Master slaps my cousin's ass.

"Alex, his ass is great. I can fuck him all day long!"

Now, his Master grabs his face with his right hand and turns it to my Master.

"Look at those eyes. Aren't they the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen?"

That's when his Master kisses my cousin with lots of tongue action. My cousin returns the kiss with just as much passion. That is when my Master grabs me by my ass and pulls me to him. We watch them make out which is hot as hell. I see why my cousin is kissing him so passionately. His Master is hot as fuck! Almost as hot as my Master. My dick is getting excited watching them make out. The only time I saw a Master and slave make out was my brother and his slave. This is fucking hot watching them. I can tell Master likes the show as well. They don't even care they are being watched. Do we look just as hot making out as they do? Master's cousin breaks the kiss and grabs his slave's ass. I tell by the way my cousin is responding his Master is playing with his hole.

"So Alex, what is this beautiful thing you are holding?"

Master push me in front of them like my cousin was just a minute ago.

"Jason this is Mike's new slave on loan to me for my time at the college."

Master turns me around just as Master Jason did to my cousin.

"You remember his other female slave. Well, this is the brother."

"Fuck you mean Mike bought both the brother and sister. Mike has always said he wanted both of them. Oh, that means our slaves are cousins, just like us!"

"Yeah, they look a lot alike. You see the Anderson bloodline in them both. They're slim but with just the right amount of muscles that makes all their assets shine."

Master slaps my chest, abs, and ass, making me flinch. Like my cousin, my face reddens as they assess my body with the things they like. They talk about us like we are some animals they are appraising for our best features. For the first time since my enslavement, I understand how my Master sees me. I am not human in his eyes. We are animals that Masters own. My face gets even redder now!

I see Master Jason looking me up and down with lust in his eyes. He lets go of my cousin and walks around me looking at every exposed part of my body. He traces his fingers along the cane marks on my back and ass. This makes me flinch in surprise and how sensitive the welts still are.

"Alex, I see you have been training it some before school starts."

"Hell Yeah! We need to win the 'Slave Games' this year! I am not going to let any other Masters from other houses use my slave! It belongs to our family and only our family should have the right to use it. It is our property after all."

"Dam Right! I feel the same way about my slave."

Master Jason looks over at slave Danny and smiles that says he is owned!

I am surprised by how protective our Masters are of us. For some strange reason, I feel safer at how protective they are. Yet, it also makes me feel less human. Something that needs protection because I cannot protect or defend myself from those other Masters. At the same time, it reminds me I'm owned property of my Master and his family.

Master Jason continues to run his hands along my body. He squeezed my arms, chest, and shoulders. Next, he grabs my ass and rubs his finger along the crack of my hole.

"May I, cousin?"

"Of course, your family. As you know all our family's property is shared. You mind if I check out your slave as well?"

"Thank you, No problem. Check out his tight hole. It is amazing!"

At that I watch Master walk over to slave Danny. At the same time, both Masters push a finger into our holes. Master Jason knows right where to rub. I moan out as I hear slave Danny moan as well. I fling my head back as Master Jason pulls up on my hole causing me to stand on my tippy toes. I look over to see slave Danny doing the same thing.

"Fuck Jason this slave is tight. You are right it has an amazing hole. I wouldn't mind tapping it sometime."

"Yeah, your slave is amazing too. It is squeezing my finger keeping its hole tight. Did you train it to do that?"

"Yes, I fuck it often. It has been warned that its hole needs to be tight for me at all times! I even fuck it in my sleep. It tries to get me off as I sleep just so it can get some rest. It is so amazing waking to a tight hole around my cock"

"Shit, Alex you're an fucking machine! But I get it. We're fucking horny all the time. That's why we need slaves. I cannot function unless I fuck my slave at least 5 times a day. Speaking of fucking we should take these slaves to the common room. I need to fuck something right now!"

"Sure, I could use a good fuck right now too!"

Master Jason then pushes me with his finger still in my ass to the common room. Master does the same to slave Danny. We walk on our tippy toes into a huge room with lots of couches and big lounge chairs. Master Jason pushes me to the end of a love seat and Master does the same to slave Danny.

"You mind if I sample your slave?"

Master smiles, "No problem Jason, you mind if I tap your slave as well?"

Master Jason smiles back, "Fuck no, use the bitch."

Now slave Danny and I are looking at each other bent over the armrests of the loveseat, knowing what is about to happen. Our noses are even touching.

"You know what would be hot, is if the slave cousins kiss!"

"Jason, that's an excellent idea. Bitches make out as we fuck your holes."

My face reddens again. So does slave Danny's.

"Oh that is cute, they are embarrassed to kiss each other. Bitches get kissing! Do as your Masters' orders."

We know we have no choice. So, we press our lips together. Danny's lips are so soft and moist. I stick out my tongue and Danny does the same. Soon, we are making out like lovers.

Master Jason yells out, "Yeah, that's it bitches."

We both moan as both Masters enter us at the same time. Our Masters lean into us forcing their huge cocks deep into our holes. Our lips are pressed tighter, as a result, pushing my tongue deeper into Danny's mouth.

We instinctively grab each other's arms, holding on tight knowing we are about to be fucked brutally hard! We are not wrong! Master Jason starts fucking me deep using his whole body weight to get as deep as possible. I feel Master doing the same to Danny as we hold on to each other. Each hard fuck pulls on our arms while we hold on tight. They are timing their strokes just right. I have a feeling they have done this before. Each stroke is in perfect sync with each other. What shocks me more is I feel them lean over us and start making out as they fuck us. They are making out just like lovers. Danny and I moan and whimper. We are so close to the edge of shooting our loads. Yet, we both know we do not have permission to shoot. I see it in his eyes. The overwhelming need to shoot and the fear of shooting without permission. So, we are forced to stay on the edge, letting our Masters use us for their primeval need to fuck! Their speed only increases as they make out above our heads. They press down on our backs forcing our asses up higher, allowing them deeper access to our holes. I tighten my hole as Master trained me. I hear Master Jason moan more. Hearing him moan makes me pleased I can give his cock so much pleasure.