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You guys know I am always looking for new ways to set this site apart from the rest of the [bland and boring] competition.

One of the newest features on it's way to the site is the 'Theatre'.

What is it?

Basically it's a way for Masters and slaves to show themselves to the world! The Theatre will allow a member to broadcast their cam feed to just select members of the site, all members of the site, or heck even non members!

How will it work?

Members can book time in the Theatre using a calendar system. They choose what date and time they want to broadcast, and how long for.

They then select the audience (select members, all members, public) and are given a link they can send out to anyone they want to view the broadcast.

While performing in the Theatre there will be a live chat system so members can chat with them. Masters can instruct slaves who're members to send credits for example, or slaves can send credits to Masters while they're exposed on cam.

Why do this?

I think this will bring a new level of interaction between members, and it's again something that no other site like this has!

It gives members a chance to really be creative and show off their domination or slave style to everyone.

Please comment here if you have any ideas for the system - like features you'd want to see while broadcasting, or things you'd want to be able to control while booking time.


Masterofall Mar 11 '14 · Comments: 3 · Tags: features, site, theatre

I finally get good and dirty in "My First Mudding"

Zageden Nov 1 '13 · Comments: 2 · Tags: fetish, gay, kink, mud, quicksand
Taking care of a boy who's never been with another man before.

Zageden Oct 10 '13 · Comments: 2 · Tags: domination, domination , gay, straight

This site if primarily for financial domination.

It says it quite clearly in the header image, and several times on the site.

Don't get fucking shitty if Masters ask you to send tribute, it's to be expected. If you joined with other ideas then I suggest you re-evaluate sending tributes or remove your profiles.

Tributes can be sent anonymously using credits. They're billed as Zombaio on your bill, and Masters get no personal details from you such as e-mail address etc.


Masterofall Jun 18 '13 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: slaves, tribute
Okay, so a lot of things are happening at the moment and I wanted to update you all on those things.

So, in order of importance:

1. I'm going to be moving from Zombaio to Verotel to process payments. This should happen within the next month or so.

2. There will be an update over the next week that will address several requests: better photos section/viewing, redesigned comments, chat/messaging enhancements and various other needed bug fixes and minor features.

3. A new webcam section will be launched, similar to services offered by CAM4 etc. This will let Masters/slaves broadcast to the entire Internet if they wish, or just members etc. Masters can earn credits while on cam, and slaves can serve while broadcasting too.

4. The auction house will finally be finished off (this was put on hold).

Most of these changes will happen after I've moved to Leeds, which is happening at the end of the month. Obviously I'm a bit busy until then.

We're getting there guys, everything is slowly coming together. Bear with me. Remember I run this place alone, so some things take a while to do.

Also please use the contact us page when asking questions and stuff. Don't PM me. I don't read those regularly and things will get missed. If you use the contact us page then I get an e-mail which I check every evening.

As always if you can, or would like to donate then there is the help us out page at the bottom. Anything you can donate would be appreciated. Even if it's just enough for a beer!

Anyone who donates gets a badge displayed on their profile, and will be featured for a while.

Muchas Gracias

Masterofall Jul 7 '14 · Comments: 2 · Tags: update, site update, features
So it's been quite a while since my last update here. The blog's still on, no worries, just been dealing with life and some challenging bullshit.  Nothing I can't conquer.

Enjoy: "IML 2014", and be sure to check out the previous posts as well, boys.

Play safe.

Zageden Jul 28 '14 · Comments: 2 · Tags: fetish, gay, kink, leather , leather
Hey everyone !

I'm rather new to this and I thought i'd share some experiences with fellow new Masters. I'm mainly a findom Master. I started off with a twitter account but that didn't get off really well, there are a lot of timewasters on there! Then I quickly decided to give facebook a try. It's a really good way to get to know your financial slaves. That's how I like it i'm not the findom Master that starts of a conversation with "pay me". I take time to get to know you but don't think you can play me ;) ! On Facebook I have some loyal slaves now. Today I decided to join ownedfags i'm curious what this adventure will bring but i'm postive it will bring only good.

check out my blog and tumblr page. my treatment, musings as a master and my journey with my slave
MasterEdinburgh Jun 13 · Comments: 2

I was married, it was really a marriage of convenience a family expectation, even after twenty years together we had separate bank accounts, we had a joint one that covered the other bills we had slept in separate rooms for more than half our married life so when Laura said she was going to spend the weekend at her parents I decided to act on a fantasy that I had for years, every now and again it would have me drawn to the internet to dominant smokers.  Since I was a teenager my mind had always dwelled on master-slave scenarios.  There was something about the role-playing and power-exchange that could sexual excite me like nothing else.  While I would still masturbate to nude magazines and porn, more often than not my fantasies would take me to situations where I was made to do the bidding of someone else.  Sometimes the "Master" in my dreams was a woman, sometimes not.  But they all smoked, unlike me.  I took the plunge, it was Friday night around eleven, I drove nervously to the postcode, following the Sat Nav in my pristine Porsche Panamera Turbo S in Executive Green.  I stopped when the Sat Nav said I had reached my destination and switched off the engine, my heart was racing and I was sweating as I turned the engine off.  Seconds later headlights flashed three times and I walked in the direction, I could see very little using my iPhone’s torch app I made my way over seeing a bright orange glow behind the window.  When I opened the passenger door a thick mist flowed out surrounding me and I climbed in, I remembered what he had said, “I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you boy.”  The truck was beat up, there was an oily film on the dash, in fact everywhere no doubt from a lot of smoking.   I just watched as he focussed on driving and smoking, I was nervous but so horny.  I could hardly believe in when we eventually pulled up at a static caravan that looks as well maintained as his truck.   When we stopped, the large man sat next to me in the darkness.  I saw a tiny bit of light come from the end of his cigar before he stuffed it out in the over flowing ashtray.  His door creaked and his seat moaned as his hefty body got up and stepped out.  "Come on CUNT you are home now."  He closed the door and started walking towards the shack then stopped when he realized I hadn't left the car.


The butterflies in my stomach were overpowering.  I was somewhere between nausea, fear, and total excitement.  I looked down at the door handle and realized that my opening it was taking me one more step closer to my recurring dream.  I still wasn't sure if that was a good thing.  Sometimes dreams and fantasies are meant to be just dreams and fantasies.  He waited.  I sat for a few seconds and then cautiously opened my door and got out.  A first step.  My situation was unique and if it collapsed onto itself, I only had one person to blame for it.  Me.  Here I was stepping inside Rick's caravan for the next 48 hours.


"Take your clothes off."  Rick demanded as he worked another cigar to life, then he walked towards the back of the caravan into the bedroom.  His words brought me back to reality and my situation.  I just stood in shock.  The utter filth that I was surrounded by was daunting.  It looked like no one had made so much as an effort to wash a dish for years.  Rick came back through  "Didn't you hear me bitch?  Clothes off NOW!"  I was stunned.  "What?  Why?"  Rick smiled around the smouldering stogie that was rapidly filling the place with an increasingly thick haze.  "You're my slave for the weekend.  So you do as you’re told.  And the first thing I say is you're naked bitch boy."  I slowly began taking off my shoes, shirt, and jeans.  I felt awkward undressing with him standing right there but, I bent over and removed my underwear, when I did that he gave a sound of approval.  Except for my watch I was now naked.  I could feel his eyes linger along my body for a minute as he held his hands out for my clothes.  He placed my items into a plastic bin bag and took it to a closet.  As he did so, he leaned in and came back carrying one last item.  "Almost forgot.  Trade your watch for this."  With that he handed me a dog collar.  The meaning was clear.  "Why do you need my watch?"  "Everything you own belongs to me for the next 48 hours.  The only possessions I'm allowing you to have is that collar, to remind you that you're just a little slave bitch, so hand it over and get down on your knees slave."


I lowered down to my knees handing over my gold Rolex.  Rick chuckled as he placed the collar around my neck and snapped it into place.  He hooked a leather leash up to my collar and gave me a tug, he might as well have put it round my cock, it jolted with excitement as he tugged on the leash.  "Do you like that slave boy?"  "Yes."  "Yes what?"  His tone was stern.  "Yes, Master."  As hard as they were to say, the words ended up feeling good coming out of my mouth.  The weight of the collar around my neck was almost overwhelming.  My cock felt stiffer than I ever remember it had been before.  Rick ordered me to follow him as he gave me a tour of his dump.  As we walked, my mind took me back a few weeks and how exactly Rick ended up in the "Master" role for this particular weekend.   Rick fit my requirements.  He was single and lived alone.  He was taller, larger, and hairier than I was, he was a heavy smoker and he was constantly talking about sex.  He also got me talking a bit too openly about my own life and he asked me the all-important question which gave me the opening I needed.  "So what sort of things would you like to try?"  I replied that I was wanting to be with a person who takes control of the situation and makes me do their bidding.  “I don’t smoke but”  “Yes I know bitch boy.” he replied.  “It's like the power-exchange that turns me on.  Not having a say in what I do. Changed to what my owner desires.”  There was a long pause, I thought he had gone, just another wind up.  “Rick?  Rick are you there?”  "Yeah I’m here just firing up bitch.  So, why are you telling me all this Malcolm?"  "Well Rick, I was hoping you could help me out with this.  I want to experience being a slave for a short amount of time.  Say a weekend.  Kind of see if actually living my fantasy will help cleanse some of these desires from my mind."  Rick was silent on his end.  I kept chatting, rubbing my cock as I did.  "I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not asking for sex acts.  It's the role of being subservient that I want to experience, and I just can't do that at my house."  "Really? So why are you wanking Malcolm?"  Shit how did he know that?  "Stop that or I go now, I’m not here to give you a cheap thrill.”  I dropped my cock, “I understand, and that’s what I want if we did something like this, I can't have any say in the situation.  I need a person who is 100% in charge and just demands me to do things.  I’m willing to pay you for this.”  “How much?” he asked I said a grand, “You want a lot for very little Malcolm.”  “What then Rick, what will it take?”  “Two and a half.”  “Alright but it has to be at yours.”  Organising when was a problem until Laura announced her weekend away, it was now or never.


Rick slid down on the couch.  He glanced at my watch and blew smoke in my face.  "It's been a long day.  Fetch me a drink."  He unclipped the leash and I found a glass that was not too dirty, I washed it out and took a can from the fridge that’s insides resembled a spore growing lab, the stench was terrible.  I poured the can out and brought it to him, he had flicked on the TV and had a brief break of his focus from the screen to take it,” Get into the bathroom and give that thing a good cleaning.  There’s cleaning products in there and it's time they were used.  I don’t want to see you until it’s done, unless I have other need of you."  I walked to the bathroom.   The shower, toilet and sink might have been white at some point in time.  But not anymore.  I opened some cleanser and got down to work.  He called me twice in that time, the first for another beer and the second for a beer and a fresh smoke.  He made me light it up for him.  He came into the bathroom and had a piss, shit he had sprayed over the bowl I had just cleaned then tapped his ash into the clean sink, he just said, “When you’re done, you can sleep on the couch slave.”  It was three am before I finally collapsed on the smelly couch and went to sleep.  But the bathroom looked and smelt clean.  The next day he woke me with a kick to the couch, “Where the fuck have you been slave?”  I wiped my eyes, “Master?”  I had to get my own fucking coffee and smoke, now get on with making my breakfast.  I had to clean some things before I could even start cooking and while he ate I had to kneel by him, he fed me a bit of sausage from his hand then spat some chewed food into my mouth, I swear I could taste the tobacco spit off the chewed mix.  Once he finished he told me to clean up.  I spent that day cleaning Rick's caravan.  I began to realise I hated cleaning, he just smoked barking at me to bring him a fresh smoke light it for him, get him drinks and he just watched TV.  I looked over my shoulder to see Rick reclining on the couch blowing smoke, like he was playing with it.  He was wearing a pair of ratty old joggers and nothing else.  His naked hairy chest and stomach glistened with sweat, so far he hadn’t showered his heavy odour filled the place.  Little surprise why at 40, he was still single.  He was contentedly watching a movie and drinking beer, blowing smoke, he seemed to chain those thick dark cigars.  I started to feel like a mug, I was paying him two and a half grand to be his domestic.  As I looked at him he got up and headed for the bathroom.  Rick took a lengthy piss with the door open and then returned to the couch.  He was the picture of pure relaxation while I busted my ass to clean his place.  I was starting to get the impression that he was really enjoying it himself.


"Hey Slave Boy, bathroom looks great!" he said.  "Get in there and flush that for me."  Maybe enjoying it a little too much.  Rick hadn't called me "Malcolm" all day.  Since the moment he woke up he referred to me as either "slave" or "slave boy" or just plain "boy".  It didn't matter which name he chose, I responded equally to all of them.  I stopped washing and walked to the bathroom and flushed.


"Bring me a beer, and hold that ashtray for me I can’t be arsed stretching.”  I picked up the ashtray kneeling by him, he just sucked on his cigar and blew it in my face, he did this a few times and the ash dropped on the floor, “Shit slave, you should have caught that, lick it up.”  I looked at him, he wasn’t joking.  I leaned down and licked up the ash, my tongue was coated with grit, my mouth felt so dirty, my cock so hard.  “Now get my beer, maybe next time you will do a better job.”  I opened the fridge and got him a fresh can of beer.  I walked to the sofa and handed it to him.  "Hey Boy, it looks like I need a fresh smoke, ashtray.”  I picked it up and he dropped his butt in the ashtray that was about half full.  “Good now bring me a cigar."  I was having mixed feelings about this, as much as I was glad to be living as a slave, it was a great deal of work.  To be at someone's beck and call constantly, I just never had a moment to relax.  I grabbed a cigar and his lighter, I popped the cigar in his mouth and sparked his lighter.  He now had his feet up on the leg rest of the sofa.  He puffed away, looking at me.  "My place hasn't looked this good before.  Sit down and rub my feet."  Rick wiggled his fat toes.  I kneeled down on the floor.  My hands began massaging Rick's feet.  For the next fifteen minutes or so he didn't say anything, he just watched TV and smoked and occasionally looked down at me and smiled.  I worked his feet keeping in mind that this is what I asked for.  Hell, I was paying for this.  “Take my socks off and suck my feet boy.”  Shit even before I saw them I knew they would be nasty, the pungent sweaty odour.  They were filthy, he gave new meaning to the term toe jam.  I actually gagged as I sucked on his big toe.  I felt so humiliated my cock was rigid.  I must have given his feet a tongue bath for an hour, every now and again he gave off a groan.  He didn’t seem to want me to stop he was reaching for the ashtray and depositing heavy drops of ash.  Eventually he stubbed it out and told me to get him another, as soon as I had fired him up he stood and wiggled his toes and slid down his joggers pants slid down, Rick was naked.


It was the first time I had ever seen him naked.  His cock and balls were on display, he was hard.  His uncut cock was about eight inches and a good girth, but his balls were incredibly large.  In fact, they were so big and dangled so low it made me question how they could even stay attached to his body.  However the real shocker was the amount of body and pubic hair that covered Rick's crotch.  It honestly looked like someone had set off a "Hair Bomb" down there.  He sat back down I was hungry, it was after midday so I didn’t think anything of his words, “You like cheese slave?”  “Yes sir.”  He spread his legs, “Pull down my foreskin down I have fucking great cheddar under there for ya.”  I was just staring, ga ga.  I had never touched another cock in my life Rick slid his thighs apart exposing his cock.  The fat girth dangled long, “I’m waiting slave””  I held his warm cock in my hand and pulled the skin back the tip was all slimy, as I kept pulling the whole head was revealed, the smell of his sex filled my nostrils, I could feel the thick warm gravy run through my fingers.  “Pull it right down boy, peel back my slime hood.”  Christ a thick layer of man-smeg had been fermenting there, the stink of cock-crud was something I’d never experienced in my life.  Raw, smeg-stink saturated the sides of his delectable, manly spice hood.  Deep breath followed deep breath and I was drawing in his pungent pig scent into my lungs.  The rancid cheese stink is pure man.  He barked at me again, my tongue touched the bitter cheesy, putrid dick slime that coated the inside lining.  “Fuck yeah clean my dick boy.” he said, I scooped my tongue gathering his cock filth into my latrine mouth.  I am nervous as I slowly, almost reverentially, peel back his scum sleeve further.  It seems like a foot of foreskin retracts until it folds itself like a closed accordion behind the ridge of his cock head.  His entire cockhead is slime covered in whitish-yellow smeg crud.  There's enough there to make a fucking sandwich.  Thick curds of cock-cheese release the most salivating and awesome stink imaginable.  Even the rancid, filth odours from his bathroom before I cleaned it was dwarfed by the raw, manly stud-stink of his nasty, cheesy dick meat.  I licked and lapped and swabbed the smeg filth off his fuck stick plastering his slimy cheese curds across my tongue and onto the roof of my sewer mouth.  My work has him oozing more precum, I tongued every nasty ounce of stud filth off his dripping meat.  My lips and snotholes harbour the ripe, slimy remnants of uneaten cock-cheddar. My mouth was a sewer, a receptacle for his foul man-filth.  


Once he was clean my mouth felt so fucking nasty but he wasn’t finished.  Rick told me to lie on my back, I was fighting the urge not to cum, I wasn’t touching my dick but my loins were on fire.  Rick towered above me looking down into my eyes.  His uncut cock looked even larger as it dangled menacingly above me.  I lay on my back.  Not speaking or knowing what would come next.  Rick kneeled his large body down above me.  I could feel the body heat from his hairy thighs surround me.  His face was the most serious I'd seen him since he agreed to play the role of my Master.  “Opens your mouth boy you are going to be T-bagged.  Rick reached down and rubbed his balls, and then moved them towards my lips.  "Open your filthy mouth."  I did as he said, the sweatiest hairiest balls I had ever seen dropped onto my lips.  Rick held his position as he looked at me he took a strong suck on his cigar and started pushing until one hairy ball dropped into my mouth then he pushed in the other, my cheeks were swollen like a well fed hamster.  "Ah, this is much better.  Do my balls feel as hairy as they look?"  He mockingly waited for me to answer, which was impossible.  "Go ahead and lick the sweat off my balls."  It's not like I had a choice.  As my tongue went to work on his musty balls Rick leaned his weight down on me.  He was a heavy man and with my arms pinned between his legs I was trapped.  Even if I fought with all my might, there was no way my skinny body was getting up.  This position of power over me had my cock stirring my own sex drive working overtime.  My cock twitched violently and I shot my wad, not just once three times my dick roped.


He laughed as I shot, I was so humiliated, “Guess my slave loves this, you will be begging for my dick soon.”  There was the loud rip of a monster fart.  Rick smiled in his position as I could feel it reverberate along my body.  "Oops.  It's going to be a stinky one too Malcolm.  Guess you'll be able to fully appreciate the smell."  The odor was horrendous but at the same time my own cock was still throbbing painfully I could feel cum was leaking out.  I had no control and I was loving every minute of my punishment and degradation.


Eventually Rick let me up and told me to clean up my filth, the rest of the day became a blur.  Hours passed as I continued the ritual of cleaning the caravan, keeping Rick in beer and cigars on demand.  I made dinner.  Rick ate, and laid around naked watching TV, then he ordered me to clean his bedroom, I was starving.  “Master I am hungry.” I said as I got him a beer.  “If you are really hungry you will suck my cock boy.”  Shit this was another step up, “Get on your knees boy.”  He clipped the leash back to my collar I need a fresh cigar slave, about an inch was poking out of his mouth he took it out, the end was wet and slimy.  “Open”  He stuck it in my mouth, shit I hadn’t even had a cigarette, my dick was throbbing again, “Puff on that boy good practice for ya!”  Shit I was doing it as I held the lighter for him.  Rick smiled broader with his stogie clenched between his teeth as he puffed.  He blew smoke in my face look at you all fuckin excited while you are practicing puffing.”  He pulled the wet smouldering weed from my mouth and pulled the leash, slowly my tongue came out and his cock ran across my lips.  The veins on his cock were bulging and it was stiffening.  Rick flexed it once and it smacked along my lips.  I was repulsed and yet butterflies of excitement leapt through my body.  I opened my mouth and licked a little and he pulled me forward till his cock was in my mouth.  Rick laughed.  "Man, I could never get any of my old girlfriends to even consider this, I guess having a slave does have benefits."  That shit-eating grin rose up as he dangled the leash in front of me.  "You suck me off and I will feed you after my cream is in you slave."  He jerked my leash and my face brushed deep against his messy pubic region I groaned my cock shot again, “Yeah you are my cock sucker, you fuckin love it.”  Rick smoked and mocked me.  His free hand tugged on my leash assuring that my head was pulled along his full length.  His hand then moved in closer and allowed his fingers to grip tightly into my hair, guiding my movements.  "How's that cum taste boy?"  Rick watched me work as he smoked, "What do you think Laura and the guys at work would think if they saw you sucking my cock?"  I looked at Rick, he was really enjoying his power role over me.  It dawned on me that our roles were the exact opposite of what they were in normal day-to-day life.  Usually I was the one doing all the bragging or leading the way.  Not anymore.  Anyone who saw us would have seen immediately who was in charge.  I was licking his tool and loving it, Rick started to pull my head down so my mouth was pumping on him hard then it happened.  He gave off a roar that would have scared of a lion, his cock didn’t so much shoot as puke, cum pumped into my mouth with such power.  He held me so tight I had to swallow, some jizz escaped and ran down his shaft coating his pubes and balls.  "Clean that up slave and don't forget my pubes.  Master wants all that mess cleaned up."


I worked my way from his cock and balls towards his thick area of pubic hair.  Rick was the hairiest guy I'd ever met and his pubic area was true to the rest of his body.  It was clear he'd never considered doing a little trimming to clean it up.  And now cum was everywhere!  It felt like hours must have passed by as I savagely licked and cleaned his body, swallowing whatever my lips came into contact with.  He pushed me back down into his hairy crotch.  I was thankful to take in and swallow the last bits of his thick cream.  I could feel stray hairs slide down my throat.  The strange thought entered my mind that when I cleaned his bathroom last night seeing pubes on the toilet had repulsed me, and now I was swallowing them down directly from the source.  “You can help yourself to some food now slave, then for the rest of the night you're going to be down between my legs, swallowing my seed.  I ate quickly and cleared up.  By the time I had done that several bags of garbage were piled up by the door.  "Where do you take the garbage to Master?"  I asked.


Rick paused the porn movie and looked at me.  "The correct question is where do you take my garbage?  The answer is the skip around the corner."  "Can I get my clothes?"  "No."  "I'm not taking these bags to the skip naked."  "It gets done or Master will not be pleased, you want to wait until its daytime tomorrow?"  I looked at him, I knew he was serious so I decided I'd better just work on getting the garbage to the skip.  It was dark outside and there didn’t seem to be anything in the way of lights apart from the distant head lights of a car.  I grabbed the three bags of rubbish and ran as quickly as I could, rounded the corner, and tossed the bags of garbage into the dumpster.  My heart was racing from the embarrassment of being seen.  I sprinted back to Rick's pleased that in that minute no one had noticed, I saw headlights getting closer and ran back slipping in mud, I got up quickly and went back in and closed and locked the door.  Right now I was the dirtiest thing in the caravan, inside and out.  “Fuck you dirty pig, look at you, don’t move.”  He got black bin liner, get in that and shower.  I climbed in, look at you, fuckin trailer trash.”  That had me hard again as I shuffled in the bin bag to the bathroom, “Fuckin hurry up pig, my glass is dry.”  He kept shouting sounding more irritated each time.  Fuck I was working as fast as I could.  He looked pissed off as I emerged his stare had me intimidated. I poured out a drink of beer, shit how many had he had, I was trying to think when he said “Cigar!"  As soon as he was lit he pulled me back between his legs fixing the leash on again.  He had me busy servicing him as he smoked drank and watched straight porn.  His cock was hard in my mouth and he pulled me off him, “I need a beer slave.”  I went to get up, the leash stopped me from getting up, he released some of the slack and followed me till I got to the fridge, I leant over to pull out a tin, shit I felt Rick’s cock between my ass cheeks.  “Please no, not that” Rick laughed as one hand was clamped on my hips and the other hand triumphantly held my leash.  Shit the hot iron was pushing into me, once in ball deep he rocked and swayed his hips, I was being taken by him, I had no choice I was here for his control and pleasure, he hurt so bloody good, I was getting a blast of cold air on my front as his hot poker slammed my ass.  Even in pain I shot into the fridge eagerly waiting his explosion deep inside me, so this violation would be over.  He pulled me back to the couch and had me clean his dirty cock while he had his last beer of the night.  He left me to the couch and went to his room.


The next day fortunately I woke before Rick, I had a coffee for him and a cigar ready.  He had me lying on his bed sucking him then got me up, Rick needed a dump and he told me to get an ashtray he was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom and he had me on my knees right next to him.  His ever present cigar dangled from his mouth.  The smell in the bathroom was bad, but the fact that I was kneeling mere inches from the toilet only made things worse.  I was ordered to hold an ashtray for him as he shat and smoked.  Rick grinned.  "Grab some paper, slave boy."  My stomach tightened into more knots as I pulled off some toilet paper.  Rick stood up and turned his stinky hairy ass towards me.  It was disgusting and I didn't want to do it.  "You've got a choice slave.  Either wipe it with the paper or in a second I'm going to back my ass up against you and you can clean it with your tongue."  He slowly moved closer to me.  "And believe me; you'll be cleaning for a long time, until it’s all clean.”  I had to keep my eyes open but grudgingly I had no choice but to wipe.  Rick went back out into the living room and sat down as I washed my hands.


He had his position on the couch and had me sucking him, he heard my phone my cell phone rang.  Rick let go of my leash and said, "Slave go and get your phone, but do not answer it."  I went and grabbed my phone.  It was my wife calling.  I returned to Rick held his hand out for the phone.  "Kneel, slave and get back to my cock.  You’re not finished."  I returned to my position.  With that Rick answered my phone, "Hello?"  It was agony to know that he was talking on the phone to my wife as I was sucking him off, what would he say.  What would she say if she knew I was inches away from the phone, on my knees sucking Rick’s swelling cock?  I hear Rick’s comments.  "Oh Malcolm was here.  He left his cell phone behind.  Good.  Good.  How's your parents?  Ok, well he should be back later.  Yeah, he's helping me out with a few things so I'll make sure he gets the message and the phone.  Bye, Laura."  Rick winked at me as he delivered the last line.  He handed the phone back to me.  "Damn dude, you're so lucky.  You're wife sounds like a major hotty and yet you'd rather be here with me."


I spent the day keeping him happy eventually he said "It's getting late slave.  Get your clothes and I'll drive you back to your car."  I retrieved my items and went into the bathroom to clean up and change.  When I stepped out Rick was dressed and waiting for me.  I stepped out of his caravan and he drove me back to my car.  I sat for a few minutes in silence, I had such a boner, I called Laura and told her I had been helping a guy from the office move some stuff.  It was the best I could think off, I’m sure she wouldn’t have believed it except she had spoken to Rick, maybe it would be alright.  I was going back to my responsibilities in the real world, wondering if life would ever be the same.  I had washed and changed when Laura got home, dinner was all set.  I was messaging Rick regularly but getting time was difficult and whenever Laura went out with her friends Rick wasn’t available.  I was getting so frustrated, I wanted more, whatever he wanted, he had totally fucked my mind in those 48 hours, I was his, I knew that.  I don’t know where he got it, I got a delivery at my office.  Before I opened it I knew the smell.  A note sat on top of it, “Clean this with your tongue slave then return it, there is some cum in with the ash.”  He had posted me his ashtray.  I locked my office door and started licking it out when I got a moist glob of his cum I filled my boxers, shit I pulled my suit open fearing a stain.  Here I was one of the highest paid and powerful executives in the country like a pig.  My phone rang an hour later, my spunked boxers were wrapped in a bin liner in my trash can, the number I didn’t know.  “Is it done slave?”  “Oh yes Master, how.”  “Don’t you worry about how you are mine now.”  “I need you Master.”  “Best carry about my ashtray slave, I will be seeing you real soon.”  With that he hung off and I tried to call back but he had blocked my number.  I tried my office number blocked.  Damn.


The next day I got home and there was no sign of Laura, there was a letter in the mail with my name on it.  I read it in shock, Laura had left me, she had found someone else and was happy, she told me that she had signed the house over to me as she was the guilty party.  I tried to call Rick from my landline again the number was blocked.  I only had a vague idea of where he stayed and I went to try and find him.  I eventually found the spot but there were just the indentations in the ground where his caravan had been.  I went home and had a liquid dinner, got totally trashed.  I went into work the next day and tried to call him from a pay phone, it went to answer machine the message just said, “Stop trying to call me slave, I am busy.”  I gave a sigh, it was good to hear his voice but I was obviously pissing him off.  I had mixed feelings, would I see him again?  I finished early from work and went home.  I poured a drink and loosened my tie sat on the couch and put on the television and started channel hopping.  My mobile rang and I answered, “Where is my ashtray slave?”  “Master I have it here, I tried to deliver it but you have moved.”  Best bring it to me right now, my ash is about to fall and I need a drink.”  “Yes Master, I will be right there, where can I find you please?”  “I’m in my room boy.”  “Where is the caravan please Master I will come right now.”  “Who the fuck knows boy, I’m in my room upstairs.”  “You mean you are here?”  “My ash is about to fall slave.”  I pulled the ashtray from my brief case and ran upstairs, I started to smell the faint smell of smoke.  I opened Laura’s door and there he was on the bed naked and smoking.  I ran and caught his ash.  I had so many questions.  Where’s my drink and why are you in clothes slave.  I disappeared shedding clothes as I went and poured him a large scotch and went back to him, he held my collar up, my watch slave, I tugged at the strap and clipped it round his wrist and he fixed the collar, “My cock.”  I got down and started sucking him.  “Laura was a stunning woman slave, no don’t stop, keep sucking.  She was quite a good fuck, right now she will be in the Bahamas, waiting for me.  Don’t worry I’m not going.  She has a clean static caravan, I take it she did as agreed, this is your place, well mine slave.  This is real power exchange, she could never have served me like you have.  Tomorrow we are going to your lawyers, you are signing this place over to me, then the bank, time I took control of your accounts, you can have a card that I will make sure there is some cash in for shopping and shit like that.” 


Laura’s girl’s nights out and him not being available all made sense now, my details, access to the house.  He had taken over.  I had to put my work clothes in the cloakroom the night before work, I was never allowed clothes inside the house beyond the hall, I had to strip and collar up as soon as I got home.  A month down the line he had me smoking, I had to wake him in the morning with coffee lit cigar and see to his morning glory.  I had never met anyone with such a high sex drive, he had sure made mine step up a notch.  I was so settled into life with my Master, work passed so quickly and I would get home to my proper work.  I got home stripped and collared up and fetched a drink he wasn’t downstairs so I went to his room.  On either side of him were two young guys one was snogging him the other was sucking his cock.  I had mixed feelings and just stood there.  “Ah boys this is my slave.”  “My drink slave.” I took it to him.  He took the glass and blew smoke, “What’s wrong boy, my cock needs serviced you know that.”  These two young guys were smoking cigars too.  I got down between his legs and I heard him say, ”Go on he has a very nice ass.”  I felt that one guy was at my hole.  “Yeah do it.”  As the guys cock entered me the other had worked his was under me and started to suck me.  “That’s it slave, you like that I see, much better sucking when you are being fucked and sucked.”  I started cumming within a minute groaning round Master’s cock, “Fuck yeah that’s good slave.  The other guy was demonstrating youthful energy as he fucked me, his groin slammed my ass.  Shit he sprayed into me hard.  Then the other stuck his dick in me and he was sucking my limp cock back to life.  Master held me in place until he had shot his load.  I had cum again and the other guy had finished with my hole.  “Dinner for three tonight slave.”  “Yes Master.”  I left them to it and cooked, I wondered what the fuck was going on.  I served drinks and dinner, “Must be great to have a slave, he is hard still, must like it.” said one of the young guys.  “Yeah its awesome, how’s the steak?  “Yeah it’s good, I usually have sauce with it.”  “You heard him boy, why don’t you work some hot creamy sauce for my guest’s steak.  I stood by the guy working my cock.  My spunk shot then oozed over the thick fillet.  “Holy fuck, that’s twisted as fuck.”  “Better?”  The young guy cut a hunk of meat and coated it in my semen, “Mmm, really good.”  “Get under the table slave, help my guests relax.”  I climbed under the table and started to suck on the other guy.  The moans above the table were not just in appreciation for the food.  I drained them both and I was told to get back up and served them drinks and cigars and sucked Master as they just watched on.


This was the first of many encounters with them and other guys, he had other guys over for sex, dinner and poker nights, I was always naked and forced to serve but only as he dictated.  I felt so fortunate, does that sound strange?  Every so often Master would tell me to relax and to enjoy a smoke with him.  He would lean over and toss me off, forcing me to suck in more and more smoke, he didn’t stop till he was satisfied, this was about control, power and for his pleasure.  This was unusual, I tended to only get to finish off a cigar he was almost done with.  The worst was when he had a woman over, I had gone off sex with women, all I needed was his cock.  He never let me fuck a woman fortunately but he would get me to eat them out as he would smoke and snog them playing with their tits till they sprayed over my face then he would fuck them, me just holding his drink and ashtray as he shagged them, fortunately that was few and far between, “Women are too fucking needy slave, they don’t know how to satisfy a man like me.” said Rick, “All you need is My cock slave.” blowing a cloud of smoke and waving his cock in my face.

LeatherCigarMaster Apr 2 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: slavery, erotica, slavery

As I nervously entered the gents toilets , a distinct smell of stale piss ,bleach ,and sex met my nostrils but spurred on by the danger , excitement and exhilaration I entered in . A cruising ground or ‘Cottage’ this was to be my first experience of anonymous , public toilet sex. Having received a call earlier that afternoon from an anonymous caller known to me only as ‘Boss’ . I had been told to be at the cottage by five , where I would be ready to suck cock and bend over . Nervously I began to wash my hands thoroughly as I waited expectantly ,and with such intent I did not see the man enter at first . Feeling my heart rate increase and my pulse quicken , I took my place at the urinal beside him , my eyes to the wall averting eye contact , I cast a quick glance across at the man I believed to be ‘Boss’. I estimated him to be around five foot eleven, the breath of his shoulders shown off by the tailored business suit he wore , his jet hair touched by grey at the sides , he had a strong masculine profile , and a dark beard .He was clearly an Alpha male . An authoritive man used to having other men follow his lead . A man used to getting what he wanted .There was an aura of power , dominance ,and control about him .

‘On your knee’s boy - he instructed ,as he pulled the zip over his hefty bulge , and allowing his thick , veiny ,fat cock and heavy balls to emerge -open up’

Feeling my dick harden I obediently sank to my knees on the cold tiled floor  as

I realized I was about to become nothing i than a receptacle for him to use , a cumpdump !.

‘Take it cocksucker’ he urged , although I had needed no prompting and eagerly began sucking his heavy balls filled with cum after a hard day at the office , the pungent smell of sweat filling my nostrils as I sucked his nut sack , before turning my attention to his thick meaty cock .His trousers down around his ankles ,I ran my hands over his legs ,strong , muscled , and hairy , as he face fucked me with his hard cock, forcing me to gag , as I struggled to swallow my salvia ..that’s its , ..he coached , his voice deep and gruff ..take it .

His shirt , unbuttoned now , the damp patch of sweat under his armpits instinctively arousing to me , his body powerful ,and muscled , although he clearly had the onset of belly as a man should , his torso covered by the same dark hair as on his head

‘On your feet ’ he barked, allowing me some rest bite , as I fought to capture my breath before the next onslaught . Pulling my tee-shirt over my head , his eyes inspected my body ; athletic , defined and smooth , his strong hands reached for the buttons on my jeans and unfastened them . As instructed I was wearing a jock-strap , my cock hard with excitement .

‘Turn around , ..he instructed , so he could inspect my arse.. Nice ..he said approvingly as he fingered my hole …nice , tight bubble butt with just a smattering of the finest golden hair.. he admired ..back it up .. He said ,before he fucked me just as he had said he would . Hard .Fast and rough , his cock ploughing between my arse cheeks until he seeded me .

‘Look at yourself ‘ , he said , his voice filled with disgust ,as I looked up into his dark eyes , as I knelt before him ,now wearing only the jock-strap ,and smelling of sex - fuckin whore- he mocked as he spat in my face -open’

Opening my mouth upon instruction he grabbed the back of my head ,and directed a steady stream of piss into my mouth . Like any dominant male marking its territory , I was now marked by the scent of his piss .

A piece of property that belonged to him.

arselicker Jul 16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
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