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Dynamic Servitude Pt. 01

i found my sexual awakening watching one of His videos. Seeing two tall individuals dressed in full skin tight rubber as they are kept in a cell, now i wasn't turned on by the rubber itself — i was interested in the man behind the camera:-The Master filming the rubber slaves. i delved deeper into The Master's profile, finding His other videos, videos of Him spanking a slave bent over a sofa, seeing The Master use a variety of implements, hearing The Master order the slave to count silently and i realised in this moment just how much tension my boxers and skinny jeans could withstand.

For years i pondered what it might be like to be owned by The Master. The more i watched His videos the more i began to dream of Him - The Master dressed in leather breeches, a leather shirt, a black leather tie, tall black leather boots and tight black leather gloves. He had the most perfect salt and pepper hair, the most beautiful blue eyes that watched with a calming, caring but assertive look. This man occupied every minute of my sexual thinking. He looked like the kind of Master who would beat, spank, punish and force me to be better, but more than that he looked like the kind of Master who would reassure, cuddle, kiss and stroke me into that next level of submission. It wasn't long before i understood that i must be a slave; a slave that yearns to be under the boot of this leather Master. From that moment on, i thought of myself as Cager's slave.

Now, for years Cager's slave went on about his business. he joined a dating site or two, even one of those specific to his kinks — Masters/slaves and leather. Cager's slave, now knowing he was a slave, was seeking his owner but alas he never met the right Master. he spoke to ones who were indeed dominant, or leather Masters who wore the uniform well but none of them ever matched that awakening and that submissive feeling of seeing this leather Master repeatedly spank a slave. Cager's slave would once again begin to stroke his oversized slave cock thinking of the Master saying, 'Get your hands on them, that's it.' As he thought of licking those tall boots up and down, left and right, he focused solely on making sure that the black leather shone. Often at the point in Cager's slave's fantasy that the boots were cleaned and the Master looked down on him Cager's slave would erupt, as the hot, sweat ridden mess that he had become whilst he stroked his shaft would reach its climax. Cager's slave would clean himself up, while in the back of his head the thoughts lingered, 'You should be cleaning this up, a boy always cleans up his mess' but without a Master to order him to do so he never quite got through that barrier.

Then one day browsing through the kink site, erect and in search of a man to control him he saw the profile photo for the Master; the one from the videos, the one who had brought about this sexual awakening, who had first made him feel submissive, desperate to serve. Cager's slave nervously pondered messaging him, but what would he say? How would he make a good impression? How would he make himself available to The Master? Cager's slave took the plunge and sent a friendly, complimentary and relaxed message; offering his services. A day or two passed, the sun rose, the sun set. he sat wondering, hoping that this day would be the day The Master would reply. No reply came. Cager's slave went back onto the profile of The Master and saw that He was last seen online over a month ago. 'Ah' thought Cager's slave, 'well there isn't much I can do about that' and so he let his hopes go and continued his focus on searching for a Master, knowing that the message was there if or when The Master checked his account.

A couple of weeks passed and Cager's slave went back to normal. his only interaction with The Master was watching his videos as he did every night and most mornings. Then one lunch time the message came through. The Master had replied. Cager's slave read the message. There was a positive sign. The Master liked the sound of his services. He was a busy man so he said he might not reply much but he was intrigued by Cager's slave's state of mind. Cager's slave had explained in his message that he was searching for a Master to own and train him; that for him it wasn't just about sex or ejaculating; for Cager's slave it was about worship, it was about the fact that he had found someone that for him was worthy, that made Cager's slave feel the need to get on his knees and worship, whether that was mental, sexual or otherwise. Cager's slave wanted to devote himself to this Master. The Master provided his phone number and Cager's slave, who rarely ever felt safe enough to give out his number, provided his. Thus a connection was established.

It's important to note before I go any further in my tale that Cager's slave had often found himself turned on by a uniform that others might consider disrespectful or insulting to the community, Cager's slave knew it was bad to find his slave cock hard from the sight of this uniform but for him it was only a turn on seeing certain Masters in the uniform - its black jacket, white shirt, black tie, red armband stretching around the left bicep, a belt around the waist of the jacket, breeches, tall leather boots and tight leather gloves. These all made Cager's slave feel weak at the knees and guess who wore this exact uniform? The Master. So, when Cager's slave and The Master began to chat and Cager's slave revealed his desire for a Master in this uniform, The Master replied with photos of him in that exact uniform but even better, this uniform was leather! The Master wore it to the exact style that Cager's slave found to be perfection. The strong red armband contrasting with the black uniform, the tight gloves, the officer's cap with the silver skull, even down to The Master's watch... Cager's slave studied the photos, embraced them, found his slave crotch wet and sticky as The Master revealed that he owned it all and he too appreciated it. This is when Cager's slave knew he must work hard, harder than he ever had to make sure he served The Master. he would make sure he was readily available, he would show himself to The Master anytime and give insights into his own life. Cager's slave wanted to no longer be a 'he' but rather an 'it' - an object owned by this Sir. So, life went on, Cager's slave worked hard to provide for The Master but they had yet to meet, as distance was between them and this made it difficult. Cager's slave did his best by sending photos or videos of him before or after a shower, wearing a jock, posing in several positions all to make sure The Master knew every part of Cager's slave's slave body, and then a few new kinks began to brew inside him.

Cager's slave awoke one morning thinking of The Master giving him strict instructions. In this fantasy Cager's slave is wearing only a jock; he is on his knees and The Master's boots are all Cager's slave can stare at unless he is told he is allowed to look up at The Master.

'slave, look up,' The Master says in an assertive but caring voice.

Cager's slave looks up, smiling and pining for The Master to touch him, to allow him the great honour of licking those boots.

'First thing, we must get you collared. You're a slave and you must be treated as one. A collar and a leash is the first step to leaving your identity behind.' The Master places a collar around Cager's slave's neck. Cager's slave, who has never worn a collar before, feels the constraint as the leather is wrapped around his neck. he sees a padlock and a key emerge from The Master's right hand pocket of his breeches. The lock is placed and Cager's slave hears the click as it is secured.

'Good boy, it is imperative that you get used to a collar, wear it with pride boy.' The Master looks at Cager's slave and asks him abruptly, 'Have you ever thought about drinking piss? About how your Master's piss might taste boy?'

'I haven't given it much thought Sir, but I am sure it'll taste like perfection Sir as it is coming from you.' Cager's slave replies eager to please, nervous at what it might taste like, what might happen when the piss hits him, his old life in the back of his head calling to him, 'Are you seriously about to drink a guys piss?!' But the voice dies down as soon as The Master opens his mouth.

'Good boy,' The Master clips a lead to the collar. 'You're going to follow me to the bathroom where I will train you to drink my piss. In time I want you to beg for my piss. Understand? Nod your head, you're not permitted to speak.' Cager's slave nods his head eagerly.

Sir walks slowly, letting the anticipation build as he leads Cager's slave to the bathroom. The heel of His leather boots provides tension to the situation as they meet with the hardwood floor, each step echoing a reminder to Cager's slave that he is about to do something he never thought he would. He positions himself so that Cager's slave's head is between His legs, looking up at Him. The Master makes sure Cager's slave's head is over the bowl. Cager's slave looks up at him, his vision focused solely on the foreground, watching as the belt is undone around the waist of the breeches, how his Master's cock is pulled out of the black leather, how The Master holds His cock with His leather gloves as His face in the background looks intently at His slave.

The golden yellow stream gushes from the most perfect looking cock Cager's slave has ever seen and Cager's slave hears, 'Open your mouth boy. We're going to do this in small steps.'

The piss hits his mouth, its taste not overpowering, not uninviting just unusual. Cager's slave drinks it down, he swallows it, he feels it enter his system and his slave cock stiffens in the jock begging to be stroked but Cager's slave knows he must finish all His Master's piss. The piss exercise is repeated; fast streams; it fills Cager's slave's mouth; he drinks it down and then The Master continues the process until he is sufficiently drained and happy. The Master makes sure to shake His cock and get every last drop out. Cager's slave, who now can smell the piss all over him, can't believe he has just drunk a guy's piss, but more than that he is surprised by his next thought. I want to wipe The Master's arse.

Cager's slave, unsure of how to approach this topic, decides it is best to be open and honest with The Master.

'Sir, I don't know if this is your thing and I completely understand if it isn't but I would quite like to wipe your arse after you've been to the loo one day, Sir.'

The Master looks at him with a smile on His face.

'Firstly boy, I told you not to speak, so punishment is due; and secondly I will let you do this. Yes, you may clean my arse, but let's push you further than just wiping. Let's see if you'll lick my arse clean with your tongue, yes?'

Cager's slave nods, extremely nervous of this now. The voice in the back of his head, seemingly further away than before, tries to yell, 'You're going to eat this mans dirty arse? Shit?!' But Cager's slave once again looks at The Master who says, 'But, let's go into the lounge now and I will you spank for disobeying me.'

It was at this point in the fantasy that Cager's slave's cock burst, his white slave seed spraying all over his bed sheets, all over himself and Cager's slave longing for The Master to be here to tell him to lick his mess up but instead Cager's slave cleaned it up with tissues as he had done the night before and prepared himself for bed and that's when one more kink entered his submissive mind; what if I was a son and The Master was my daddy? he could use me, train me and then mould me as his son.

Cager's slave awoke early the next morning and, still pondering this, he checked The Master's video page and found a video titled 'cigar' in which The Master wears a suit (Another of Cager's slave's clothing fetishes for a Master) and simply has a cigar and a drink, relaxing in His suit, until a boy comes into the video and proceeds to bury his head into The Master's crotch, ending with The Master kissing the boy on the neck. Cager's slave, enamoured with the Dad like approach of this video, instantly felt a stronger connection to The Master. he longed to be a slave one minute and the moment He is pleased with Cager's slave's service the after care becomes about Him being a Daddy and Cager's slave being the son. From Master to Daddy and from slave to son. A perfect cycle and one which Cager's slave is now striving his hardest to achieve. he wants a world in which The Master knows everything about Cager's slave, one in which He knows He has every bit of power over Cager's slave and one in which Cager's slave knows he desires piss, shit, control, guidance and moulding from The Master.

Never before has Cager's slave spent so much of his time thinking about one man having a shit, let alone thinking about how perfect and obedient he would be if he helped to keep The Master clean and pleased, to be his son and to let himself embrace what it is that he longs for. Cager's slave pulls up his messaging app and types a simple message, 'I am ready to meet, where and when is best Sir?'

End of part one.
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