Slave for A Day (MMM/M)

Postby LordNelson » Mon Jun 16, 2014 8:09 am

Part One – The Purchase

As Jake sat in the front row of the college auditorium, waiting for his turn to go onstage, he was still pissed off with his friends for talking him into this. The school was raising money for charity by having a Slave Auction. Students were being sold to the highest bidder to do odd jobs such as yard work, painting or housecleaning. Jake really didn’t want to be cleaning up someone else’s messes and was imaging the worst.

There was a reason why Jake was not happy. Jake has a submissive side to his personality that he has always wanted to explore but this was not the way he wanted to do it. Being an unpaid handyman seemed to him to be a violation of the word slave. It did not satisfy the image he had conjured up in his mind of what a slave should be. Worst of all he had an idealistic dream of what his first experience as a submissive would be and this was no where even close to it.

Most of the slaves sold so far had gone to people they knew so their fate wouldn’t be too bad but none of Jake’s family or friends had been able to attend so he imagined some crabby old lady paying $10 to have him cut her grass and weed her flower beds.

When his turn came up he moved up onto the stage. The auctioneer called out ‘Who will start me off with the minimum bid, do I hear ten dollars for this fine young lad.’ There was a moment of silence. Jake was embarrassed; no one was interested in him. Then a loud voice from the back of the auditorium called out ‘I bid one hundred dollars.’

Jake didn’t recognize the voice and the stage lights glaring in his eyes prevented him from seeing anything. There were no counter bids. The auctioneer called out ‘Going once, going twice, sold.’

The attendants led Jake back to his seat. He couldn’t believe he had sold for twice as much as the previous high bid. It must be someone he knew but he couldn’t think who it might be. After the last slave was sold the auctioneer declared ‘Would all successful bidders come to the front of the stage to claim their slaves please.’ Jake turned and watched as the audience stood. Some began to leave while others approached the front. No one looked familiar. A tall elderly man in a suit stood out from the rest. He walked up to Jake.

His grey hair had been deceptive because he wasn’t as old as he had looked from a distance, probably about sixty or so. His suit and shoes looked very expensive. He had the appearance and bearing of someone with class and more than a little cash. ‘My name is Richard’ he said as he held out his hand ‘I’ll be your master for the day.’ Jake shook his hand and introduced himself. ‘Well if you’re ready to go’ said Richard ‘my car is waiting out front.’

Richard paid the cashier and filled out the necessary permissions slips to get Jake out of school for the day. They walked in silence even though Jake had a dozen questions. He was still intimated by the business like attitude Richard had shown so far. His questions would have to wait until they were better acquainted.

A small crowd was gathered at the front of the school and their attention was focused on a long black limousine. As soon as Jake and Richard appeared at the door a chauffeur got out and came around to open the doors for them. Richard gestured for Jake to get in first and then he walked around to get in the other side. ‘My full name is Richard Jamison’ he said ‘maybe you have heard of my company; Jamison Attorneys at Law.’ Jake knew of him; he was the richest man in town. He also knew where they were going. Jamison owned the biggest home; actually let’s call it a mansion, in town.

‘I always do whatever I can to support local causes’ he said ‘so when I heard about today’s auction I made a point of keeping my schedule clear so that I could attend. I must admit that I was there early and was watching as the slaves were brought in. I knew then that you would be perfect for my needs.’

He then began to ask questions about school and sports and girlfriends. He was so smooth that Jake didn’t even notice that he had avoided any explanation of what these “needs” might be. By the time they arrived at Jamison Manor Jake was at ease with Richard; he seemed to be a friendly guy.

When the limo pulled up in front of the mansion they got out but didn’t enter right away. The chauffeur placed a briefcase on the hood of the limo and opened it. ‘I’m sure you’re wondering by now what I need a slave for’ said Richard ‘I have a full staff of servants, a chauffeur and grounds keepers. Obviously your services as a laborer are not required. Suffice it to say that if I tell you anything else in advance it will ruin the surprise and take the fun out of it. If you are up to an adventure it will start now, if not I will have Henry return you to school.’

Jake was intrigued. No cutting grass, mopping floors or painting fences. The promise of adventure had his interest. He told Richard ‘Let’s get started.’ ‘George, may I have the papers?’ Richard said to the chauffeur. George handed him a document.

Part Two – The Agreement

‘Before we begin’ Richard said to Jake ‘I need you to sign this waiver that declares that all that happens once we go inside remains between us. As you know I am a lawyer, and a very good one, and I need to protect myself. I am not saying that you are dishonest but I really don’t know you so this will give me a measure of protection should you wish to take advantage of the hospitality I am about to show you.’

George handed Jake a pen and Richard put the papers on the hood of the car. Jake took a quick glance but it was all legal double-talk. He didn’t know what was in store for him but if it turned out to be a bit strange he had no intentions of telling anyone anyways so he signed. This Richard fellow was starting to look like he was a bit peculiar.

Richards’s demeanor immediately changed. The friendly man who had been his new buddy vanished. ‘From this moment on remember that you are a slave and you will behave accordingly. You will do as you are told when you are told; do you understand?’ Jake knew the game had begun and nodded in agreement knowing that slaves don’t speak. He lowered his head and avoided making eye contact. ‘Good, now follow George and do as he instructs.’

George led the way into the house. It was enormous. The main entry was actually a long wide corridor with a high ceiling and rooms off to both sides. Statues and artwork lined the walls between the large ornate doors. He followed George to the last door on the right. George opened it, beckoned him in and then followed.

It was a surprising small room given the scale of what he had seen so far. A single heavy wooden bench sat in the center and racks of clothing ran down both sides. ‘The bottom rack on the left is for you’ said George ‘ring when you are ready.’ He exited.

Jake examined the rack he had been instructed to use. It consisted of a few dozen leather skirts similar to what he had seen gladiators wearing in movies about Roman times. Each was different in style and size. He found one he liked the look of and took off his clothes and tried it on. It was heavy and went to his knees. Straps from front to back over his shoulders supported it. There were no shirts of any kind so other than the wide straps he was bare chest.

Jake knew that in ancient times men wore clothing like this but he couldn’t help thinking in a modern way. Skirts were for women but somehow the idea of wearing one didn’t bother him.

Under the rack was a wicker basket of gladiator-style sandals. He dug around until he found a pair that fit. He looked around for a button to ring the bell until he noticed a long tasseled rope descending from a hole in the ceiling. He pulled on it.

While waiting for George he walked the length of the room several times. He liked the way the skirt felt, the way it rubbed against his legs, the way the straps tickled his nipples. He had a thought and slipped off his briefs. He swayed his hips from side to side and was aroused by the touch of the heavy leather brushing against his penis.

Then George walked in. He looked like an executioner. He was wearing a black leather vest, black leather pants and black leather boots. The outfit was adorned with shiny silver studs and chains. Embarrassed at being caught with his pants down, so to speak, Jake said nothing.

‘Just a few final adjustments’ said George ‘and then you’re ready to be presented to the masters.’ Jake hadn’t noticed but on each side of the skirts waist band was a strap. George opened the buckles, placed Jake’s wrists in the straps and tightly re-buckled them. Jake’s hands were now trapped. A moment of concern crossed his mind but he reminded himself that this was just some harmless fun with an eccentric man.

George then placed a heavy leather collar around Jake’s neck, snapped a chain leash to a ring on the front and led Jake from the room. They crossed the corridor and entered the room on the other side. It appeared to be the library with thousands of books lining the shelves on the walls. Three chairs were arranged in a triangle in the middle. Jake was led to the center of the triangle.

Part Three – The Introductions

One section of shelving swung open to reveal a secret entrance and three men wearing short white togas and sandals entered. They sat in the chairs. Jake did not have to make eye contact to know that each of them was studying him intently. This was getting creepy. The room was silent for a minute. Then Richard stood up.

‘Before I make introductions gentlemen I must explain a significant change to our usual arrangement. This young man is not the usual type of “entertainment” that we normally meet here to partake of. He is a student taking part in a charity Slave Auction. As such many of our normal activities are off limits today.’

The other two began to grumble in low voices to each other. ‘Silence!’ demanded Richard. ‘Hear me out. Our weekly assembly has become predictable and somewhat stale. I thought that a challenge is what we need to spark things up a bit. I am sure that each of us is intelligent and creative enough to come up with alternative means to satisfy our needs.’

‘We will proceed as always. Each of us will submit a sealed bid for the services of this young slave. Today the bids will be donated anonymously to charity rather than going to the slave. George will open the bids. We will then have half an hour each, in order of highest to lowest bid, to avail ourselves of his company. I am instructing him now that should any of us cross the line of decency he is to report it to me and the meeting will be declared over and any remaining visitations are forfeit.’

‘I know that we have become old and set in our ways so that is why I dare to issue this challenge. He is a slave so treat him as such but rekindle the spark that used to make life interesting and find a way to fill desires you have forgotten that you had.’

Jake’s first impressions when he entered the room were that he was at the mercy of three old perverts and it took tremendous self control not to try to run from the room screaming for help. That and the fact that with his hands bound he couldn’t exactly manage the door knob. Also there was the large man by the name of George who had a firm grip on his leash. Taking all of this into account he listened to Richard’s eloquent and impassioned plea and when it was done he was almost convinced that this was just a bunch of fun loving guys;” almost” being the key word.

Jake was no fool and he knew that the type of slave they normally acquired the services of was willing to do a lot more than he was. Richard had made it clear that they had to rethink their desires and stay within the limits. Jake also knew that he could back out at any moment.

The thing is that he didn’t feel like backing out at all. His urge for submissiveness surprised him. Since signing the waiver the loss of freedom, even though it was only symbolic, excited him. Losing control over his fate should have been frightening but he found that it energized him. Not knowing what was expected of him and being obliged to comply had him eagerly anticipating what was to come next.

‘So gentlemen; do you agree to the terms I have declared?’ Each of them nodded their consent. Richard proceeded with the introductions.

‘Gentlemen this is Jake. That is all you need to know about him. He is nobody. He is nothing more than a lowly slave.’

‘Jake, meet Mayor Ford, you may be familiar with him from the media. Less familiar to you will be Judge Smith who is our highest member of the local justice system. Now you can understand why the waiver was important. We are each prominent members of the community and while our private lives in no way affect how we do our jobs there are many in the community who would not see it that way.’

Even though they had been introduced Jake in no way acknowledged them and stood looking at the floor. Being nothing more than property was coming easy to him. It was not his place to look at them or speak to them and he knew it. Had he looked up he would have seen that they were pleased with his response.

George handed the leash to Richard and sat at a nearby desk to open the bids. He arranged them with the highest bid on top and placed them for the others to see. Judge Smith was on top. Richard passed Jake’s leash back to George and he led him out of the library. They walked halfway down the corridor and entered the games room.

Part Four – Judicial Process

Even with his head bowed Jake could see enough to tell him that this was a games room like no other. It had a dart board, pool table and video games. It had casino style card tables, a roulette wheel and a craps table. Shelves were filled with every board game imaginable. Over in one corner there was also apparatus that was clearly for mature master/slave games between consenting adults. Much of it had a medieval torture chamber sort of look to it. No matter how you chose to amuse yourself it could probably be found in this room.

Judge Smith commanded Jake to kneel on the floor and he stood menacingly close to him. ‘As I’m sure you are well aware by now the slaves we normally invite to our gathering are expected to perform a much wider variety of services which I shall not describe in any detail. While I commend Richard for trying to shake things up a bit I’m not sure that this is the way to do it. That is why I bid higher than I usually would so that I could be the first to be your master.’

‘As a judge I have a better understanding of the legal implications of what we do. The people we employ are just as concerned that our activities stay private as we are and as such we can rely on them. This is your first introduction to this and should you not be entirely comfortable with it I know one thing. Even though you signed a waiver and cannot sue us the publicity that would result from you lodging a formal complaint would ruin all of our careers.’

‘We are intelligent men but the nature of what each of us does doesn’t inspire creativity. I fear that the challenge of modifying our behavior may be too much for some of us. After working all week in what is probably best described as intellectual endeavors we come here to satisfy our primitive urges. Richard is right that we have become set in our ways. Having a routine that never varies is comfortable but it can get stale. Each of us has been challenged to be your master in ways we have not explored before. Are you up to fulfilling our desires? You may speak.’

Jake’s head was reeling. It was a lot to take in. Jake found that being submissive was exciting and the idea of others controlling him was stimulating. Being a real slave was new to him but it was also something he had always known he wanted to do. He knew that when each of these men came here every week they had their own individual expectations. Jake wanted to be dominated by these men but could he do it.

So far his only experience at being a submissive was in role playing situations. This was real life. This was unpredictable. He wouldn’t be able to turn off the computer and walk away. If it became too intense would he be strong enough to handle it? He knew there was a difference between being submissive and being weak. He did not want to be weak.

‘I will do my best master’ he said in a low voice with his head bowed ‘your wish is my command.’

Now the pressure was on Judge Smith. He had to put his slave to use, do it in a sensible way and still maintain the master/slave relationship. He looked around the room hoping that something he saw would inspire him. He avoided looking at the “pleasures of the flesh” area; that was out of bounds today.

He was at a loss; try as he might he couldn’t think of what to do that would satisfy Richard’s directive to be moderate and still satisfy his own desire to dominate. In frustration he cried out ‘What the hell am I going to do with you?’

Even though this was all new to Jake he did recognize that his opportunity to explore this lifestyle was not starting well. Expecting these men to change the way they had been doing their business for years was not going to work. Jake knew he had to act immediately.

‘Forget about Richard’ he said switching from the submissive to the dominant ‘Do what you normally would do. I’ll be the one who decides what is and isn’t appropriate for me.’

As a man who is used to evaluating a situation and making decisions Judge Smith took only seconds to agree with what Jake had proposed. He took hold of the leash and led Jake over to the “pleasures of the flesh” corner. He unstrapped Jake’s wrists, turned him around and roughly pushed him up against a large X-shaped frame made of dark timbers. Each of the ends of the timbers had a wide black leather strap with a silver buckle.

He strapped Jake’s wrists, stretching him out across the frame, and then spread his legs and did the same to his ankles. Jake twisted his hands. The heavy leather creaked but had no give; he was held tight and he liked it.

The judge looked at a selection of gear hanging from hooks on the wall. He took down a short whip with a stout wooden handle and turned back to Jake. Before Jake could consider what was to happen next the judge took the handle in both hands and pushed it forcefully into Jake’s mouth crossways. ‘This is the end that you hold onto’ he said a low voice ‘if it touches the floor I’ll have to show you what the other end is for.’

Jake knew what to do and bit down on the handle. The judge released it. Jake knew that whatever happened next, under no circumstances, could he let it fall.

The judge picked up a small vial and poured a thick liquid into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together and then placed them onto Jake’s shoulders and began to rub. The lotion smelled like peppermint and tingled. The hands worked their way up Jake’s arms to the manacles. Then he applied more lotion and started again at the shoulders.

He worked his way down, his palms and fingers following the contours of Jake’s body. When his hands cupped Jake’s pecs his thumbs gently rubbed the hardening nipples. Jake’s jaw was beginning to ache but the warm feeling from his chest made him forget the pain. The hands moved on, sweeping across Jake’s stomach and down to the waistband of the skirt. The judge slipped his fingertips under the waistband and into the skirt, just a few inches, and massaged tenderly. Jake got goose bumps all over his body.

The judge pulled his fingers out and applied another dollop of salve to his hands. He dropped to his knees on the floor. He placed his hands on the back of Jake’s calves and began to massage. He worked his way up. He went over the knees, onto the thighs and then around to the back. He slid his hands up onto Jake’s cheeks and began kneading them. Jake’s body stiffened. He slid his hands around to the front. Jake’s penis stiffened.

He had already been gradually aroused as the hands had explored his body but now Jake was fully erect as his manhood was gripped firmly by the judge. The subtle tingling he had felt from the lotion was much more intense on this sensitive skin. Jake had satisfied himself in this way many times but the sensation of two hands working him, someone else’s hands, was too much to control. As much as he would have liked to prolong the pleasure he was feeling he could not and he erupted.

The judge loosened his grip but continued to gently stroke as Jake’s semen ran down his hands. When Jake’s penis was finally at rest again he let go and stood up.

George came in pushing a tea cart. On the cart was a large silver bowl of steaming water. The judge washed his hands, took a towel from George and left the room. George freed Jake’s ankles and removed the sticky skirt. Before washing Jake’s crotch and legs he laughed and said ‘Give me that’ as he took the whip from Jake’s mouth.

Jake hung naked by his wrists as George carefully washed every trace of his eruption away. The warm cloth felt good as it rubbed over and around every inch of his legs and crotch. It was almost as arousing as the judges attentions had been. When George noticed Jake’s reaction to his cleaning efforts he said ‘None of that now! Save it for the mayor.’

He put the wash cloth into the bowl and picked up a towel. He dried Jake off starting at the bottom and working his way up. He saved the best for last; wrapping the towel around it and giving it a playful tug as he finished.

Then he unshackled Jake’s wrists and draped what looked like a robe over his shoulders. George helped his arms into the robe and then wrapped the garment around him. George fussed over Jake like a mother dressing a child as he pulled it this way and that to get it to fit perfectly. He smoothed a few wrinkles and stood back to inspect.

It was then that Jake realized it wasn’t a robe. It was a dress; a woman’s dress. A gorgeous woman’s dress! It looked like the dress Marilyn Monroe had worn in the famous photo with her skirt blowing up. Jake was no stranger to dresses, he tries on his mother’s whenever the opportunity presents itself, but he had never put on one so beautiful or that fit so well. He swung his hips like a little girl and watched as it swirled around his knees. George giggled.

‘The mayor is bisexual’ he told Jake ‘Each week he flips a coin to choose. This week he wants a woman.’

Part Five – Municipal Affairs

Mayor Jones entered and completely ignored Jake as he went directly to the bar. He pulled a stool from the front around to the back and sat down. He poured himself a drink. He downed it in one gulp. He looked down on Jake over the bar; Jake had assumed the submissive position on his knees with his head bowed and not moved since the Mayor had entered. The Mayor poured another drink.

‘I have had half an hour to come up with an acceptable activity. I am no closer to having figured it out than I was thirty minutes ago. You are no fool. You know what we do here. As much as I would like to meet the requirements of Richard’s challenge I am a slave to my own needs. I come here once a week. I have a few drinks, I flirt and I satisfy my desires. It’s what I want and it’s what I expect.’ He downed the drink and then another. ‘Just what the hell am I supposed to do with you?’

Obviously he had no idea that Richard’s directive was no longer an issue. Jake had an answer to his question but right now he had bigger issues to consider. Booze and anger are a dangerous combination. If the Mayor were to physically express his frustration would anyone hear Jake’s calls for help. For the first time Jake had doubts about his decision to participate.

The Mayor staggered out from behind the bar towards Jake. He had his glass in his unsteady hand and splashes of liquor slopped over the sides to the floor. He reached out and grabbed the leash and continued to walk. He almost tipped Jake over but was too wobbly to pull hard enough. He took a few shaky steps before he stopped and Jake had to shuffle on his knees to keep up.

Jake had been to enough parties to know that the Mayor hadn’t gotten this drunk on those few drinks he had consumed. He must have been belting them back the whole time he was waiting for his turn. Jake was prepared to jump to his feet and knock him down if he had to.

‘Look at me. Here I am walking you like a dog when we should be doing it doggy-style. How pathetic is that. It reminds me of when I used to go to the clubs to see the strippers dance. Look but don’t touch.’

That gave Jake an idea. The Mayor had once been a patron of the strip clubs so maybe he could distract him long enough to use up what was left of the Mayors time.

‘Pardon my impertinence master but may I make a suggestion?’ ‘How dare you’ bellowed the Mayor ‘the only time my slaves open their mouths is to put something in, not to let unwanted opinions out.’ The ferocity of his reply made him waver; he looked like he might pass out. Then he straightened up.

‘As the duly elected Mayor of this fine city it is my civic duty to listen to the views of my constituents; no matter how full of shit they may be. Put your motion before the council and we will vote on it.’ All Jake had to do was imagine the rage that laughter would provoke and he was easily able to suppress the amusement he felt. This man was stupid drunk.

‘As you say sir I am “look but don’t touch”. If you would allow it I would be privileged to give you something to look at. If I might ask of you please sir, have a seat, pour another drink and turn on the stereo.’

He let go of the leash and declared ‘The votes have been cast, the motion has passed.’ He returned to his stool and poured until the glass overflowed. He drained half of it and turned to the sound system behind the bar. After pushing a few wrong buttons the music came on at low volume. He adjusted it up and turned back to Jake.

Jake had gotten to his feet and even though his knees were aching he began to dance. He had never seen a stripper let alone a male one but he was going to do his best to impersonate one. The music was some dreadful slow ballad which he couldn’t stand but it actually worked to his advantage.

The sluggish beat allowed him to move slowly and sensually. His butt gyrated and his hips pumped. He tried to imagine what it would take to amuse a horny old drunk without provoking him to join in. He turned in slow circles and swayed his body.

The song ended and without pause a more upbeat tune came on. Jake was no longer dancing for the Mayor. His eyes were closed and his head was bobbing to the beat. His body pulsated in synchronization with the pumping beat of the music.

Adding to the surge of sensations washing over his body was the brushing of the smooth satin dress against his thighs as he swayed back and forth. He was starting to get aroused by his own motion. Jake was so lost in his bliss that he didn’t think about how it might look to the Mayor.

The mayor downed his drink and walked over to the play area. Anchored to a ring on the wall was a hook at the end of a rope. He removed it and let it swing free. It swung towards Jake and stopped beside him directly under a pulley hanging from the ceiling. Jake continued to dance as the mayor approached with a set of steel manacles. He shackled Jake’s hands in front of him and placed the hook over the chain between the shackles.

The Mayor staggered back towards the wall and Jake noticed that the other end of the rope went to a winch. He began to crank the handle and the hook began to rise pulling Jake’s hands up with it. He continued to turn it until Jake’s heels lifted and he was standing on his toes. ‘Dance now you bitch!’ he drunkenly shouted at Jake. Jake was up to the challenge.

The next song had a 70’s style disco beat that would have normally made Jake run for the off button but in his euphoric state he switched to high gear. His hips started a grinding circular motion punctuated by an occasional pelvic thrust. His limited movement didn’t prevent him from putting on a show. Pushing off with his toes he swung from the hook and twirled like a ballerina. The skirt rubbing against his swollen member almost had him at climax.

He continued to gyrate while the Mayor awkwardly danced towards him. Mayor Ford’s spastic twitches were half the result of the alcohol and half due to the fact that he was an old, over weight man who was a lousy dancer to begin with. He moved in close and Jake could smell the booze on his breath.

The music was loud, the beat was fast and Jake was in the groove. He began to swing circles around the Mayor moving in to tease him and then swinging away. The Mayor tried to turn to follow Jake but kept stumbling over his own feet. The Mayor then reached out for Jake but each time the young man moved and eluded him. Jake’s pleasure doubled as he went teasingly close and then darted away before the groping hands could touch him.

Jake felt exhilarated as he played cat and mouse with the drunken old man. The song ended and the next one was excruciatingly slow. It broke Jake’s rhythm and he slowed almost to a stop. The Mayor on the other hand was more aggressive than ever. He lunged at Jake and tripped over his own feet. Without the use of his hands Jake couldn’t catch him to keep him from falling. The Mayor fell against him.

He bumped into Jake and grabbed at him to stay on his feet. His hands gripped the young man’s shoulders tightly and his knees sagged. With all his weight hanging on Jake’s shoulders Jake’s bound wrists began to ache. The Mayor pulled himself up to his feet and leaned unsteadily against Jake. His hot breath was in Jake’s face and stunk of alcohol. Jake turned his head.

The Mayor’s left hand began to stroke Jake’s arm while his right hand caressed the back of Jake’s neck. He straddled Jake’s leg and began to hump him like a dog would. Jake noticed the music was slowly lowering in volume and then it was gone. He looked over and George was standing by the stereo. Even without the music the mayor continued thrusting against Jake’s thigh until he came and then he slumped to the floor; his arms around Jake’s legs.

‘Time’s up’ George said as he came over and pulled the inebriated politician off of Jake ‘let’s move you along.’ He helped the mayor to his feet, sat him at the bar and poured him another drink. Once again the tea trolley was at hand. George freed Jake’s wrists and began to undress him. Once Jake was naked George handed him a glass of ice water. While Jake finished the refreshing drink George went to work on the next outfit; if you could call it that.

When Jake finished the drink he looked down; there wasn’t much to see. All he was wearing was a thong made of supple black leather. In spite of the bulge it didn’t look very masculine and reminded him of a woman’s bikini bottom.

George exited with the trolley and Mayor Ford and then Richard came in.

Part Six – Legal Advice

‘That could not have been pleasant’ he said ‘do you want to continue?’ Jake thought for a moment and considered that so far Richard had seemed to be the most sensible of the three men. He had made the rules so he was least likely to break them. Jake’s time with the Judge had been a sudden introduction to slavery and even the episode with the Mayor had its moments. He was ready to take it up a level and nodded his intention to go on.

‘I go last for a reason’ Richard told him ‘my bid is blank. George puts it on the bottom and when it is time to pay our guest I match the highest bid.’ He reached out and took hold of the leash. He pulled Jake closer. He leaned to Jake’s ear and softly whispered ‘Did the Mayor scare you a little?’ Jake nodded.

He grabbed Jake by the shoulders and spun him around. He took hold of the back of the collar forcing his fingers under it. Jake began to choke. Richard tightened his grip and pushed Jake towards the play apparatus in the corner. Jake’s heels came off the floor as Richard lifted and pushed at the same time. Walking on his tip toes Jake was quickly shoved to the corner panting for air.

Richard pushed him face down onto a wooden bench. Jake’s legs hung over the end of the bench. Richard pulled on the collar dragging Jake along the rough wooden surface until he straddled the seat. Jake’s face was pressed against the bench and he couldn’t see that Richard had taken something down off of a peg on the wall. Richard pulled back on the collar lifting Jake’s head. He twisted it and Jake gasped for a breath as it tightened around his neck.

When Jake’s mouth opened to fight for air Richard shoved in a leather ball gag. He let Jake’s face drop back down to the bench and strapped it tight. He then knelt to the floor. Each leg of the bench had a wide leather strap at the end. In a moment Jake’s ankles were restrained. The gag filled his mouth and he sucked in as much air as he could through his nose now that his throat was no longer constricted.

The smell of the leather gag and old sweat on the bench filled his nostrils. There were friction burns on his chest from being dragged down the bench. He neck hurt from being pulled along. His ankles ached from the tight straps. Richard moved to his side and Jake turned his head towards him. Both of them examined the other “toys” on the pegs.

Jake could see straps, shackles and chains. There was also a variety of whips, paddles and crops. Richard chose a long thin bamboo rod. He slashed the air several times with it.

‘Pleasure and pain’ he said to Jake ‘Pleasure and pain is what it’s all about. You can’t have one without the other. That’s why I go last. When I am done with our guests they are usually in no condition to continue with the others.’

For the first time Jake was really scared. With the others he had Richard's reassurance that he would be rescued if there was trouble. Who would rescue him now? He couldn’t call for help and even if he could would George act against his employer?

Jake had seen videos of whippings at some of the websites he had been to. Many were obviously phony, some were terrifyingly real. The fake ones were fun to watch, like playing a game, a game he wanted to be part of. The real ones, while being scary, also had their appeal. Jake found it oddly arousing that someone would allow another person to do that to them.

He closed his eyes and prepared for what was to come. In his imagination he could see the room. He could see Richard with the bamboo switch. He could see a young submissive strapped helpless to a bench awaiting his fate. He felt disconnected from it. His only emotion was curiosity. What was going to happen to that young man?

Richard moved around to the end of the bench. Jake twisted his head around to follow him. He slashed the air several more times. The image in Jake’s brain came into sharp focus; he was no longer disconnected. He could clearly see that it was him on the bench. His curiosity gave way to a mixture of excitement and fear. Richards’s words echoed in his ears; pleasure and pain.

The thong offered no protection; the thin strap nestled into the crack of his bottom. Jake turned away and closed his eyes. He could hear a few more practice swings; each faster and more vicious than the one before. Then there was a pause. Jake braced himself.

The thin rod whistled through the air. To Jake’s heightened senses it was the most frightening sound he had ever heard. The whistle was followed by a loud crack. There was no pain. Jake’s brain, which had been pushed to its limit, was confused.

Richard had struck the end of the bench inches below Jake’s exposed rear. The end of the bamboo rod splintered into a dozen long slivers.

‘Pleasure and pain’ said Richard ‘When I inflict pain I feel pleasure; that’s how it works for me. But what about you; will you feel pleasure when the pain is inflicted? I somehow knew when I saw you at the school today that you belonged here. I knew that you were seeking a connection. There was a look that I have seen before. I have seen it in others; I have seen it in the mirror. What I didn’t see was the spark that tells me that you are ready to go all the way.’

Jake knew that Richard’s showmanship was to teach him a lesson. He had learned several lessons today but now it was time to graduate. Bound and gagged as he was there was only one thing he could do. Struggling he lifted his head as high as he could. It was an act of defiance from a submissive. Richard saw the spark.

The splintered rod whistled with each stroke. Ten lashes with each one a little more vigorous than the one before. Each one evenly spaced from top to bottom. Ten red welts burning into the tender flesh. Jake winced with every blow but did not whimper; not in pain, not in pleasure.

The ruined switch fell to the floor. ‘Today was the first day of school and you had a lot to learn. I know you have questions’ said Richard ‘but it’s too soon to ask them. That’s why the gag is staying in. You need to think a while about what has happened here today.’

George came in and Richard left. Jake realized that somehow he must have been watching to have such perfect timing. He realized that with each of his masters the session had ended at the ideal moment. How often had they done this before? How often had each guest been pushed to their limit, however far that may have been, to be rescued by George before they crossed that invisible line?

George applied a soothing salve to Jake’s tormented tush and then undid the straps that held him captive. He led Jake back to the costume room. He left the gag in knowing that questions would follow its removal; questions he couldn’t or wouldn’t answer. Jake changed and rang the bell.

George escorted him to the door. The three shining examples of community integrity, still clad in their togas, stood by the door. If only their public knew what they were really like. Jake lowered his head, still playing his part, and walked past them without a word. Once he was out the door Richard called out to him.

‘Now that you are out of the house you are no longer Jake the slave; you are Jake the student. Here is the money that we bid, please see that it gets to the charity. We enjoyed having you here today. I’m not going to ask if you enjoyed it because enjoy is probably not the right word. Instead I’m going to say that as leaders of society it is part of our obligation to educate and enlighten. I hope that we have helped you to see a side of yourself that you have wanted to see.’

Jake took the envelope and said ‘Thanks; for everything.’ He turned and walked towards the limo. He stopped and turned back again ‘I’ve seen a new side of me thanks to you. It was just a little peek but I do want to see more.’

Re: Slave for A Day (MMM/M)

Postby mikeybound » Mon Jun 16, 2014 2:51 pm

Have to say, this was pretty good. It showed three different faces of dominance, and Jake reacted to them each accordingly. I would've liked it if his friends bought him instead, but this is good.
So just to be clear, was the Mayor faking it or is he really that much of an ass?

Re: Slave for A Day (MMM/M)

Postby LordNelson » Mon Jun 16, 2014 3:57 pm

Google Mayor (Rob) Ford and see if you think he was faking it.