A Very Helpful Shop

A Very Helpful Shop


I knew life had more to offer than what I was getting. My fantasies were all of being stripped and dominated, beaten and used by men. I responded to an ad in Informed Consent. He was looking for a slave whom he would beat and bind and who would service him, as well as being a mate. This was what I wanted and it only took a few email before I was asked over to meet Barry. I thought i would be sensible and keep the first meeting vanilla, but after only a few minutes with him, I knew I was with the man who could take charge of me. He then ordered me to strip and I found myself naturally wanting to do it.

He used chains and ropes to bind me and placed me on my knees in front of him so that my mouth was in a position for him to use. That first time he blind folded me and I worshiped, kissed and sucked a cock I could not see. But I was to become very familiar with Master’s cock thereafter

I was new to being a slave, but knew at least that I had found my ‘sexual vocation’. Master spent time training me. I had to learn the slave positions and how to behave as a dog slave. I would be naked and on my hands and knees most time when I was with him, if I wasn’t bound over a trestle table or in a cage, or hogtied on the floor. At night I slept in a dog basket and ate food off a dog bowl, or he would allow me into his bed when he would require sexually servicing.

He ordered me to wear a dog tag with my new name ‘scraps’ and his phone number and name as the owner. I wore this with pride even when I was at work and not with him. It felt so right and felt so sexually charged. I felt lucky to have found him.

One day Master Barry ordered me to go to a sex shop he named and buy some further supplies for him. The shopping list was;
1. leather collar with at least 2 d rings
2. set of cockrings
3. a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs
4. a new strap
5. a new cane

He told me to tell the shop assistant that he had sent me and what was required

I was to ensure that the strap and the cane were the most painful I could bear and he required that I return wearing a cock ring.

The shop assistant was a young man called Jim who immediately understood when I told him my master had ordered me to make sure I wore the cockring and got the most painful equipment. I was new to cockrings wand want not sure even how to put it on.

Jim offered to show me. He took me behind the changing room curtain and asked me to drop my trousers and pants which I did. He then complimented me on my size and took hold of my balls and measured up which size of cockring was the best and he started to put the cockring on. This required him handling my balls and comparing several cockrings before he found the one he thought the right size. One ball in first, then the other ball, and then the cock is forced through too, but this can only be done if it is not erect, and by this time mine was hard, so we had to wait while I tried to calm down, before we finally did it.

Then he brought a selection of straps and tawses. I was going to have to try them out to work out which is the worst I could bear. He told me to bend over and touch my toes. He started to try them out each one with two or three strokes. The harder ones were more painful than the more soft leather. I chose one that was severe but not the hardest. All the time as I bent over I imagined my Master beating me and then fucking me. Jim took advantage to feel and knead my sore bum and feel my ringed balls.

He then suggested that for the canes I should be restrained to stop me moving around and defeating the purpose. I thought that was a thin excuse but actually I had wanted him to do it anyway. So I agreed with trepidation and excitement. He handcuffed my hands together behind my back and connected my collar by a rope to the back of a chair. My legs were spread with a chair also round the chair connected to the ankle cuffs.

Then the caning stated. Fortunately he took it slowly, so I was able to cope with the stinging pain. He tried 4 canes and with each he gave me three hard blows. I chose the one that hurt the least, but he said my Master would not agree with that choice and that I should take the next one up, which I did. This was a less flexible cane which delivered a real pain punch on my sore backside.

I thanked him and asked him if I could do anything for his trouble and he responded by lubing up my anus. He came round and ordered me first to suck his cock which I was very pleased to do. I found it big and long, and I gave it as good a lick and suck as I could. He held my head and pushed it hard onto his cock so that I choked.

Then he went back and put a condom on and he then slowly penetrated me. I was in heaven in the hands of a man who knew how to fuck properly. Gradually he got faster and we both got more excited, and I found myself likely to explode. But then he stopped and took his condom off and brought his cock back to my mouth for me to swallow his cum. This happened quite quickly. He sat back exhausted as I remained restrained.

Just then the shop door chime went and he quickly arranged his clothes and went to serve the customer, leaving me still naked and bound behind the curtain. The customer was a woman asking about straps and canes and the effect on a backside. I heard Jim say that he could actually show the customer the effect as he had a customer who had just tried them out. With horror I realised he meant me and then he brought the woman in to the changing area.

She remarked on the redness on my back side and the wheals. She noticed my anus was greased up and Jim told her he had just fucked me. She remarked she would like to use a strap-on on me herself. She and he felt my sore backside and the whelts and discussed which cane produced the worst. She then said she would like to see it demonstrated. I don’t know if I felt more embarrassment or pride, but without asking me she took a cane and gave me three hard strokes with it, giving me instant pain. She felt my back side and round to feel my cock and balls too which instantly responded. After she had examined the whelts she had made, she exclaimed that that is the cane for her slaves. She then asked the shop assistant if I was for sale. He said that he understood me to belong to Master Barry. She said she would contact him so he could bring me round for her to punish and then use her strap on to fuck me!!

After she had left Jim released me to strip completely and kneel in submission to him. I recognize a Master when I meet one and did as I was ordered. He told me that he was a friend of Master’s . Master had told him I would be coming into the ship, and that he would be using me when he felt like it alongside Master. I could not believe my luck and knelt in the slave submission position, my head on the floor in total submission to my new Master.

He told me to stay in that position as he intended to return me to Master Barry with a well beaten backside. I was already very sore but he then told me to count the 12 more strokes he would administer, using a yet harsher cane I had not chosen. I was to thank him after each stroke and number it, and then tell him when I was ready for the next stroke. With the first, my body exploded with pain. I said “one, thank you Master”, and then when I was in control I said I was ready for the next one. Again and mind searing pain, but I found I could cope after a few seconds and was able to tell him two, and then a little bit later, that I was ready for number three.

After 8 I was ready to say I could not cope and Jim could see I was distressed, so he called a rest

After about 5 minutes during which he massaged and played with my backside, balls and nipples, he asked if I was ready to continue. I reckoned I better get it over with and he continued. My backside was a mass of whelts and bruises

When it was all over he ordered me to dress. I could hardly walk and could not sit down. I wasn’t sure how I could drive my car back to Master’s.


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