My Master's Slave
My Master's Slave
As I bounced around in the trunk of his car, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. My body was totally wracked in unbelievable pain, and I was unable to move even a fraction of an inch. I was nothing more than a worthless piece of luggage and had no idea when it would end. I knew just one thing. He was taking his slave on a vacation into purgatory.
It was hard to think of anything but the agony I was experiencing, but through a cloudy mind I thought back to how all this got started....
I'm an 18 year old college student, and a star soccer player at Purdue University, going there on a full scholarship. Even though I'm rather small, my rock hard body, gazelle-like speed and amazing agility make up for any possible short comings. Actually I'm almost 5 feet 4 inches tall and weigh in at about 125 pounds. I work out extensively, keeping myself in fantastic shape. But besides all that, I'm into bondage, well actually self-bondage. I love ropes and chains, and being locked in them with a little pain thrown in to boot.
Anyway, I was at the gym working out one day when a fellow probably in his very early thirties asked me if I would spot him while he lifted some weights on the bench. It seems his buddy hadn't shown up to help him. I had seen the guy around quite often and had actually helped him out on a couple other occasions. He was lifting about 200 pounds when he let the bar back down on the stand brackets. I still had my hands on the bar when he reached over and touched the faint red marks around my wrists that were barely visible.
"Handcuffs or ropes?" he asked.
I hesitated to answer as I quickly started to move my hands away.
"Don't move your hands until I tell you!" he ordered emphatically.
I immediately put them back on the bar as he continued, "Now I asked you a question, and when I do I expect an immediate answer. Are those marks from handcuffs or ropes?"
"Handcuffs," I replied sheepishly.
Pausing a moment, I realized what he wanted and then answered, "Handcuffs, Sir."
"That's better. I'm glad you're starting to learn your place so quickly. We're going to have to work on that, aren't we, little guy?"
"Now go on in the locker room and get showered. We're going to go get something to eat and do a little talking."
"But, I've got to...."
"I didn't ask you what you had to do. I told you what you're going to do. Now get your skinny little ass in there and clean up. And you'd better not dilly dally. Hurry up and get back out here or I'll be in there to help you. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir," I responded meekly.
I left the weight room and rushed to get myself changed. I wasn't sure why I was letting him control me, but for some strange reason I couldn't help myself.
As we left the gym, Phil handed me his duffle bag so I would be carrying both of them. We walked down the street, him leading the way and me following a couple of steps behind. When we got to the restaurant he stood at the door and waited for me to open it for him. I did it as he expected I would.
The waitress soon approached our table and handed us some menus. "Can I get you fellows something to drink while you decide what you want to order?"
"Sure, I'll have sweet tea. He'll have water," Phil responded not giving me time to speak.
The cute little blond with the long, slender legs quickly departed and returned in just a couple of minutes with our drinks.
"Do you need a little more time before you order?" she asked pleasantly.