A slave? I had wondered what it felt like being a slave since I first heard about them. I think it was a mixture of pity, siding with the underdog and maybe something else I couldn't make sense of. In any case it sounded more fun that lying on the floor pretending to be dead. And it seemed fair to Andrew, he had owned me in a fair fight. So I just ticked his first rule and the added:
"2.Andrew will not ask the slave to do anything shameful or wrong or dangerous".
And then passed it to him. His answer came fast enough, with my own suggestion ticked in agreement, and something more
"3. Andrew will be able to tie up, gag and / or blindfold the slave at his pleasure".
I ticked it without giving it a second thought. Until now, all of our tug had only used imaginary ropes and chains, and I assumed he meant that again. Nevertheless, I still wasn't ready to give myself in, so I added something, just to keep on with the "negotiations"
"4. Andrew will not tie up the slave in any way that will put him in danger or ridicule, or be painful or just plain nasty."
The whole thing continued in this fashion; adding more and more rules
5. Andrew will tell the slave Mark what to wear. The slave won't be able to wear anything else, nor wash his clothes unless commanded to do so. Generally, the slave will wear a tee-shirt and shorts and go barefoot.
6. The slave will be allowed to use shoes or sandals if the ground it's too hot, or there could be something harmful, like glass or pointy rocks. The slave will always be allowed to cover his sensitive parts like wearing slips.
7. Andrew will tell the slave Mark what to eat. Generally the slave will only eat dry cereals and water.
8. The slave will not be asked to eat anything poisonous or dangerous or gross; and will be allowed to eat enough as not to go hungry.
9. Andrew will mark the slave's skin to show his ownership.
10. The slave will not be fire-branded or tattooed or marked with anything that hurts or it's nasty.
11. The slave will sleep in the basement, on the ground, tied up and locked.
12. The slave will be allowed to use a mattress and sheets.
13. The slave will address Andrew as master.
14. Or as "Andrew", specially if there are people around who aren't playing the game, but always with deep respect.
I thought I've had enough of it now and called to an end of the bargaining.
"OK Andrew, I am ready to surrender, what do you want me to do?"
"Good. First write down "I Mark, surrender to Andrew to be your slave" and sign it."
I promptly complied. "Done, what now, master?"
"You are not yet a slave. Call me Andrew until I enslave you, OK?"
"OK Andrew"
"Great. Now unload your gun and place it where I can see it when the door is open, but as far from you as you can. If I see something fishy I'll shoot first and ask questions later, understood?"
"Understood Andrew. Please don't shoot me, I don't want to die" I said with feigned fear.
"You won't if you do as I told you".
"Thanks Andrew. I'm placing the gun on the towel rack. I think you'll see it. I will be at the door, OK?
"OK, now do it".
I took the towels out of the rack, as to make sure they won't obscure the view. Then I unloaded the gun and left it there; the bullet place vertically on the WC.
"Come on".
I was trembling with emotion; this was "it", I couldn't nor wanted to put it off any longer, completely fascinated let shivering with fear at the same time. I breathed, caressed the lock, and then I opened the door to my bondage, in more senses than one.
Andrew was there, a safe six feet from me, his gun pointing at my head.
"Hands up and kneel down". I did as told, adding "I surrender".
"Good, now be a good boy as stay still as I tie you up". Then I saw him taking a coil of rope out of his pocket and a rush of excitement run through me as I understood I was to be tied up for real.
Andrew walked slowly to me, smiling at every step; then grabbed my hands and made me place them behind my back. He then proceed to tied them up quite securely; at least that was securely enough for my skills.
"Now stand". He then led me to the room we were sharing. Just four hours ago I had arrived to my friend's for a week of summer fun, and had still all my things unpacked; not that I had any intention of unpacking them except as on in "as needed" basis. "See, I am going to enslave you right now; do you want it easy or the hard way?"
"Hard, oh, uh, Easy, I mean easy!"
"Good. I am untying you for now, will make things easier. I hope you will abide by the terms of our agreement, but I'll have my gun ready, and remember you are down to one life."
"I'll be good, I promise". He then made kneel again and untied me, giving two steps back right away".
"Andrew, you've done this before, haven't you?"
"Sorta. Now strip to your undies. I'll be giving your slave clothes after I make you my slave, alright?"
"Alrighty. Shoes too?"
"Of course, and socks too. And be quick about it, and if you want to keep on breathing don't stand up."
As soon as I was finished with it, Andrew made me kneel and bound me again, hand and foot this time, though not as tight. "Andrew, your days as a free boy are over. From now on, until you die or the week is over you will be my slave, and I will be your master." He then took a lipstick, one souvenir from one of his father's 'special friends' and painted a thick red collar over my neck. "Andrew, you are now my slave. You can call me master".
"Yes master"
"Good"
"Now what?"
Right then we heard the garage gate; Andrew's dad was back, probably with some conquest, and I thought it would be the end of our game. Never I had been as wrong as then…
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Please note:- This is my first attempt at a TUG story. (And I hope it fits as a TUG story, just "came to me" yesterday after reading a few stories on this forum.)
- My first language is not English, so if you see something wrong and would like to be made right please tell me exactly what's wrong and/or how to fix it.
- Try to enjoy it
Thank you.