Chapter three - my training begins
Dan moved over to my computer and began typing: male steel chastity devices into Google. Pages and pages of chastity devices filled the screen, he selected two, a cock cage style that could be delivered within 24 hours and another style like steel underwear that required fitting and a delivery time of over a month.
"get your fucking credit card cunt" he shouted "hand it to me"
Dan purchased both the goods and continued typing: sissy maid uniforms. Within moments Dan had bought a frilly lockable French Maid outfit, French knickers, stocking and suspenders and 6 inch heels also locking.
All I could do is stop and stare at the screen, mouth open totally speechless as to what is happening. Only moments before I was going about my life as normal and all of a sudden I am pandering without choice to a 20 something! Dan completed his purchases and stood up, placing the credit card in his pocket.
"Sir, you have my credit card" I said
BAM! Sir hit me across the face with the back of his hand so hard it knocked me off balance
"shut the fuck up faggot, it's not your credit card, its mine now. you just pay for what choose to buy, ha ha looser!" He paused for a moment "in fact I have one more pressing purchase right now go and stand in the corner you freak"
I steadied myself after the smack across the face and headed to the corner
"face against wall, hand held behind your back as high up as you can and stay like that you fucking queer cunt" demanded Sir "and fucking strip weirdo!"
I did as ordered and Sir types into google : locking leather muzzle selected his preference and purchase.
"so cunt let's get started" Sir commanded "you will go and fetch Kath's knickers, bring them to me, place them in a bowl and wait for you next command"
I complied, brought a bowl and the knickers and placed them in front of Sir. Sir undid his flies and pulled out its cock. My mouth dropped is was stunning, thick and long even though it was flaccid. He pulled back on his loose foreskin to reveal a bulbous purple head. His pubes keep neat and short and his balls heavy and low hanging. I could smell the sex on his man hood from the night before and just then I leant forward to put it in my mouth .
Bam Bam Kick, two back hand slaps to the face and a kick in the ribs were administered "fuck off fag your getting none of this" Sir said "sit the fuck back you pervert"
Sir pulled back his foreskin further, and then with a small grunt begun pissing in the bowl covering the knickers . "Now fag, seeing we don't have your uniform handy, we'll have to improvise. get down on your fucking hands and knees and drink that piss, I want you to suck that piss from those panties and then your going to fucking wear them understood cunt breath?
"wh whaa?" I stammered
Sir grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to his "drink the fucking piss faggot - you know the consequences for non compliance, one click on an email and Kath father knows what you did to his lovely daughter and the shareholders at the AGM will be getting a surprise. Drink you FUCKING CUNT"
I placed my head down in the bowl and could smell the acrid stench of piss, I began to heave. in doing so Sir reached around and grabbed his belt and begun swatting my bare ass hard and frequently. The lashed continued, I began to drink. I was desperate to hold back the vomit and complete my task to ear relief from the beating. Within two minutes I had drank the piss, and the knickers were stuffed in my mouth as I sucked air through them drying them as much as I could .
"Put them on cunt, quickly"
I did as told
"now get up the fucking stairs and clean my room you fucking looser I have work to do." said Sir.
I left and began my chores, humiliated, humbled, sore and fearing what was going to happen next. I was aware that my career stood to be lost, that along with the respect of the community. I could hear Sir typing away merrily and the printer droning page after page. I cleaned that room to the best of my ability. I was shit scared of the consequences of not.
