Pleasing Master

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When he presses the buzzer I open my door and buzz him into the building. Quickly I get back on the bed, face down, wearing a slave collar, and leather wrist and ankle cuffs. As I hear the door shut and hear him come into the room, my heart begins to race... focusing in on the quiet sounds that for some reason seem so loud... the sound of his zipper, belt buckle, the sound of his clothes coming off and falling to the floor... not knowing what will happen next.

Though my heart races, it is from excitement not fear. The fear ended long ago, and was replaced by unending trust. My master hurts me, uses me, abuses me, but I am never harmed and I have no fear of being harmed. I do what he tells me, I never say no, and I never feel the need to question or think it over first. The only needs that matter are his needs. What I need doesn't matter, but I can tell you that it is very fulfilling and rewarding to see that his needs are met, and to see him get turned on. Truthfully, that is enough for me. There is nothing that makes me happier than to see him have a good time.

As I'm face down in the pillow, he grabs me by the collar and lifts me up off the bed, arching my back. Under his breath he tells me that I'm a fuckin pig and that I had better please him. As I start to get light-headed and feeling weak... I can feel his hand pressing at my hole, testing to be sure I'm properly lubed and loosened up. He lets go of the collar and I fall onto the bed. As I reach out to grab poppers, the loud crack of his hand whacking my ass fills the room as he gives his first order. "ASS UP - HEAD DOWN!"

I am so overwhelmed with excitement and poppers, what he said just didn't register quickly, and I didn't respond fast enough. "DOUCHE BAG! ARE YOU FUCKIN' STUPID? I SAID ASS UP HEAD DOWN!" I am startled, though not scared, when suddenly he smacks me upside the head. Quickly, I follow his order and get in position. Immediately, he uses his knees to kick my legs apart.

As he sticks his cock up my ass, he grabs me by the collar and shoves my head down in the pillows. I don't resist because I know how good he always is to me. Submitting to everything he wants is the only means I have to prove my trust to him. My ass starts to rock and he smacks me again telling me to tighten up. As I tighten up, he starts to moan. Hearing him moan with pleasure in addition to the incredible feeling of his cock deep in my ass, brings me to the very verge of shooting my load. I have to work hard to distract myself, despite the feeling of my cum boiling inside, aching to get out, making me twitch and tremble.

He pulls out and backs off, reaching over to lube up that huge dildo. It measures 9 X 8 and is really huge. We are using it to work towards the day when I take his fist. That will be a very special moment. As he lubes it up, I reach for the poppers and take a real big hit. He starts to work that dildo slowly in my hole, twisting and thrusting it to get me looser. He's being really careful when it gets deep.. so as not to harm me. But as I get higher and higher on poppers.. I can't help myself. I start to buck around like a wild animal. I want to take it all the way, I want to show him that I'm making progress. I want to prove to him I'm trying. With him holding it in place, I'm backing into it, wiggling onto it, being the hungry fucking bitch I am.. I fantasize that he will overpower me and force it all the way in, but I know that he is more cautious and caring than that. He is cruel, but he would never harm his pig nor risk injuring me. He's very good to me.

He orders me "DON'T MOVE! STAY STILL!" Despite my complete and total respect of him, I am so out of control I just can't help myself. My teeth are clenched, I'm breathing rapidly, and growling like an angry dog as I continue to buck around trying to take that dildo. I am consumed by the moment and not even realizing that I am acting in total defiance of the master who I worship. Worried, I think, that I would get more out of control and injure myself, he yells "I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE, ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?" He grabbed me by the collar and yanked me up, smacking me in the head and continuing to yell. He punched me in the back, and it snapped me into reality. I froze in place, motionless, except for my rapid breathing. Agitated and panting, my mouth going dry, I was motionless.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? WHEN I SAY DON'T MOVE BITCH; YOU DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" I didn't respond, I didn't move. "I AM GOING TO HAVE TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU NOW, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?" I never say no to my master. He is too good to me. I just screwed up so bad, I had to be punished. I knew it. I couldn't make it worse by saying no. I nodded affirmatively. He looked around the room and grabbed my belt. He reached down on the floor and picked up one of his socks, stuffing it into my mouth. If he needed to keep me quiet, I knew this would be bad. He walked around the other side of the bed, and yelled "IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT? IS IT?" I turned my head to see him standing there. His perfect v-shaped body, an angry look on his face, and the belt doubled back in his hand, cocked and pulled back ready to strike hard. "IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT CUNT?" I nodded affirmatively. As I saw him cock back further ready to strike, my eyes closed. The crack of the belt filled the room, the sting was intense. A few more lashes with that belt, each one getting harder and more painful. Just when I started to think that I couldn't take any more, he threw the belt on the floor. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD FUCKING DO THIS!" The disappointment in his voice made my mind race, wondering what would happen next, and trying to think of a way to fix this mistake.

With his sock still in my mouth, he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into the bathroom. I was crawling on my hands and knees but being pulled at the same time, feeling weak due to the tightness of the collar. He ordered me in the tub. While I was kneeling in the tub, I could see the disappointed look on his face. He pulled his sock out of my mouth, rolled it up into a ball, held it out and started to piss all over it. It was so soaked with his piss that it was dripping. He held it in front of my mouth and ordered: "OPEN!" I opened my mouth wide, and he shoved his sock completely in. My mouth was filled with the sock and the taste of his piss when he ordered "CLOSE!" I closed my mouth and stared at the floor of the tub in complete shame. He then said, "I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING NICE, AND THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THIS! YOU JUST STAY THERE AND DON'T MOVE!" As he walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, I hung my head in shame. This is the man I worship. This is the man who is trying to teach me to be a better pig. He beats me not because he hates me, he beats me because he wants the best for me, but I frustrate him really bad when I fuck up. The feeling of shame was just overwhelming.

As I kneeled in the tub in complete silence, I heard the sound of him pouring a large glass of water from the pitcher. Time elapsed and again I heard water being poured from the pitcher. I knew what would soon follow, but of course I never know for sure. My master is very unpredictable. Time passed, what seemed like a very long time, and I didn't hear a single sound. I began to worry that something might be wrong with my master. Is he that angry with me or has something happened to him? I listened even closer, trying my best to hear some noise, something at all, to show me that he was ok. Hearing nothing at all, I began to get very concerned. I was contemplating calling out to him, asking him if he was OK, but was very worried that he might think that I was an impatient pig, or trying to rush him. I'm patient, but if something was wrong, I would hate my master to think that I'm an uncaring pig or a selfish pig. I love my master, and if something were wrong I would run to assist him, just as I know he would do for me even though I'm just a pig. I turned my head looking out into the hallway, hoping again to hear something, and just then, he rounded the corner coming into the bathroom.

I quickly began looking at the floor of the tub, and hoped that he hadn't seen me looking out into the hallway. I was so relieved that everything was OK with him. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me so that I was facing him. I didn't look at him because when a pig makes eye contact it is disrespectful and considered an act of aggression. I stared straight ahead at his cock, only inches from my face. I jumped, startled, as he leaned down and spit in my face. As his spit dripped down my cheek, I once again filled with shame. When master spits in my face, he is letting me know how disgusted and upset he is with me.

He grabbed my by the collar hard, and yanked me up, ordering me out of the tub and onto the floor. I got out of the tub and kneeled quickly on the floor. Still holding my collar, he pushed me over closer to the toilet, and slowly pushed me down into the bowl, stopping with my face just inches from the water. "YOU NEED TO FUCKIN LEARN PIG, TO DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO!" With that said, he pushed my face down into the water. It was ice cold and I couldn't breathe. Out of reaction, certainly not defiance, I pushed back to get my face out of the water. He tightened up his grip and held me firmly under water. I stopped resisting. I worked hard to just relax and stay calm. I didn't fight. He held my head under with just one hand, and then crouched down enough to get his cock up my hole. My mind was running out of control. Feelings of panic held back only by my unending trust in him, but so distracted and turned on by the feeling of him fucking my ass slow and deep, making me want to cum like never before. It's as if he wanted to really fuck up my head, giving me all these emotions to process all at once... all of course, while unable to speak or breathe. Overwhelmed, I had to focus on showing my trust in him, and obedience. I was determined to show I was a good pig, and a sturdy durable pig.

Finally he grabbed my collar and yanked me up out of the water. Gasping for breath, panting, and dripping in ice cold water, I realized that only about thirty seconds had elapsed, but it sure felt like an eternity.

He held me by the collar and ordered me back in the tub. When trying to stand up, shaken, I slipped on the wet floor, but my master held tight and didn't let me fall. I'm sure that I looked like a pathetic pig. Master said nothing. He is good to me, and never judges me. Sure he calls me a douche bag, a slut, a cunt, a whore, a pig, but these are not criticisms, these are just facts.

I knelt in the tub facing him, and soon a quick stream of piss hit me in the face. I flinched, startled. I try to stay still, but no matter how hard I try, I always flinch when his piss hits me in the face. I feel ashamed, because I always worry that he may think that I don't like his piss. I love his piss. Giving me his piss is one of the nicest things he does for me. That's how I know that he cares. I wish I weren't greedy, but sometimes a pig just can't help himself. I stared as his cock like a hungry bitch, and opened my mouth wide, hoping that he might be so good to me as to fill my mouth with his piss and let me drink it. He aimed, and started spraying a stream of his hot piss in my mouth. I can't describe the taste, but it makes the cum start to boil inside me. I try to enjoy as much as I can, but with my mouth open, it spills out, and when I close my mouth for a second just to swallow, it sprays all over my face.

He stopped. "YOU'RE WASTING ALOT OF MY PISS, MAYBE I SHOULD JUST FINISH PISSING IN THE TOILET! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?" He moved and stood in front of the toilet waiting for my response. I shook my head and pleadingly said "NO! PLEASE! I'M TRYING!" He turned back and stuck his cock in my mouth. Patiently, I waited for it to start. He started to trickle his piss in my mouth, I waited a few seconds and took the first gulp. A moment later, he put it up to full pressure, and I could feel it streaming and swirling around in my mouth. I was having to take a big gulp every few seconds, my cheeks puffing out, but not spilling a drop. Gulp after gulp, I was going into a trance, wanting it never to end. I am always thankful that he is so good to me. My needs don't matter, I know that, but my master is good to me even though I don't deserve it.

He ordered me not to move, and left the room. I was so horny and hard, I really thought that I was going to just shoot cum everywhere. I had his piss all over my face, in my hair, on my chest, dripping everywhere. I was a mess. I was the ultimate example of a total pig. Cold, wet, exploited, shivering, emotionally broken down, but yet appreciative. A long time passed, slowly I began to dry. Periodically I would hear him pouring more water from the pitcher to his glass. I felt bad that I wasn't there to do it for him. That's one of my jobs.

He came back in the bathroom, I was still kneeling, and mostly dry. The smell of his dried piss was all over me, marking his property. He does own me after all. He grabbed the red rubber douche bag, unscrewed the hose, and began to piss into the bag. I couldn't believe how much piss he had in him. "ASS UP HEAD DOWN!" he ordered. I quickly got in position. He got in the tub with me, straddling my body. As I looked at the floor of the tub, I was staring at his beautiful feet, standing in droplets of his own piss...wanting to lick the piss off of his feet. I have so much trust in him, I was in my own world, not even paying attention to him as he played with my ass and inserted the tube. That's part of being a pig I guess. I heard the click of the valve being released, open, and soon felt my insides being completely filled with master's hot precious piss. I can't even describe how warm and secure it made me feel... content to be as always, in his total control. I was starting to feel really full, almost a little discomfort. I wouldn't complain though, what could be better than to be that full of piss from the master you worship. The discomfort was just a tiny sacrifice to prove my respect and appreciation. He clicked the valve off and set the bag aside. He told me to hold it. I tried, and did well, until he started to finger my ass. His piss was spraying out a little here and there. "ARE YOU LEAKING?" he asked, taunting me, "I TOLD YOU TO HOLD IT" I started to explain, "I'M TRYING BUT..." he interrupted "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

I was getting so turned on, so horny, just realizing that here I was with my hot master, his toy, and completely filled with his piss... Before I could even imagine what was going to happen next he crouched down and slowly stuck his cock right up my ass. As he started to slowly ram it in and out, his precious piss was spilling out all over the place. I tried to tighten up so I wouldn't spill more, but my efforts were useless. I was watching his hot piss running down the bottom of the tub between my legs. I was feeling like such a useless pig. I wanted so bad to hold it as he told me to, but I couldn't stop it. I was worried that I was disappointing him once again. Slowly he began to moan and really get into it, with his piss spilling everywhere. He sounded so excited and so turned on, my worries disappeared and the moment began to consume me. Once again this pig was getting overwhelmed with the whole situation. An ass full of piss, my master's cock pounding my ass, and moans that proved beyond any doubt that he was having a good time. When my master is having a good time, it just drives me wild. Abruptly he stopped. He stood up, and stepped out of the tub. As he walked out of the bathroom, he said under his breath. "CLEAN YOURSELF OFF." I took a deep breath and stood up. I was a total mess. I was too covered in piss to even step onto the floor. I had to empty the rest of his piss right there in the tub. It broke my heart to let go of it, but I did.

I felt a sense of accomplishment. When my master moans, it makes me feel like a good pig. I never get overconfident though, if anything, it inspires me to be even better. Feeling like I had done a good job, I was happy. I just felt great, and slowly unbuckled my wrist and ankle cuffs, and one by one threw them over into the sink, then I removed my slave collar. I took a hot shower and cleaned up real nice for my master. I wanted to get back on the bed with him, all warm and clean. When I finished, I cleaned up the cuffs and collar, dried myself off, and returned to the bedroom. I stood at the end of the bed, and with determination, put my collar and cuffs back on. I wanted to show him that pig was reporting again for duty.

When I was done, I got face down on the bed beside him, but of course respectfully, with my head at the foot of the bed, and trying not to take up much room. Like a loyal dog, this pig takes comfort in being near his master, even when nothing is happening. He rested his feet on my back, and just watched the porn movie that was playing. I didn't move. I was peacefully still, my face buried in the sheets, just enjoying the moment. I wanted it to go on forever.

After our rest, he ordered me to move towards the center of the bed and stay on my stomach. He lubed up my ass and started to play. It was a few moments before I had realized, that he was not using his hand, but using his foot...to see how much of his foot he could get up my bitch hole. He started to laugh at me, but it never bothers me. I love to turn him on, and love to entertain him, and it felt so good to be comfortable with him, and so good to be his toy. Soon he ordered me to turn around. When I turned around he ordered me to clean his foot.

With enthusiasm, I licked his toes, and the bottom of his foot. I got it as wet as I could, and opened wide so that he could stick his foot in my mouth. I tried so hard to get as much of his foot in my mouth as possible. I tried too hard. I scraped his foot with my teeth. "YOU FUCKING CUNT! BE CAREFUL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I held his foot with both of my hands, and continued to lick and suck his foot carefully. The whole time, gently rubbing his foot lovingly while holding it with the other, to show him how sorry I was.

He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me higher up on the bed and pushed my face down in the pillows. Once again he grabbed that 9 x 8 dildo and started lubing it up, and lubing up my ass. I reached and grabbed the poppers, and had a short blast. At this point in our time together, I was pretty loosened up even without poppers. He was working it really good, and quite deep and suddenly paused. He reached down on the floor to grab his one dry sock and reached for the ethyl chloride. He sprayed it heavily on his sock, concentrating it in one spot, drenched. He reached and grabbed my collar with one hand, and with his other hand, cupped the ethyl covered sock over my mouth. There was no getting away from him, and of course I didn't want to. I was being taken, being assaulted, being drugged, unable to resist his power, and not wanting to either. I am his to take total control of. It was sprayed so strong, I could feel it burn my lungs. I took three deep breaths. In through my mouth covered with the sock, and out through my nose. This avoids wasting any when I exhale. At the end of the third breath, he started to release his hand over my mouth, but being a hungry bitch, I wanted more. I buried my face into his hand, pressing hard. I wanted to show him that he was taking me with full consent. I was going to be his drugged fuck toy, a helpless defenseless pig. I don't need to defend myself though, as I've said, my master would never harm me.

Deep inside, I get even harder when he does take me by force, holding that ethyl sock over my mouth. I love it when he rapes me by force. But his judgment is better than my own, and he watches out for me even when I don't watch out for myself. He pulled his hand away, so that I couldn't breathe anymore of the ethyl. Now a drugged and wild horny out of control pig, I was so fucking hungry for that 9 x 8. I pushed hard to get myself opened up, and I could hear him gasp with excitement and shock. This bitch was takin' it! I was ravenous, and started to buck and growl, acting like a rabid dog, an out of control animal. I was taking it so well, he finally pulled out the dildo, and started to work his hand up my ass. There is nothing I want more than to do this for him. It's something we both want. It is going to be a very special moment when we do it. I want it so desperately I get out of control. Luckily, he keeps his head on straight, and realizes that we have to be patient so that pig doesn't get injured. I could feel him getting closer and closer, deeper and deeper, but then it started to get painful. Defiantly and without permission, I grabbed the ethyl spray and his sock, and sprayed that sock till it was wet. I took a few deep breaths and suddenly felt the wave come over me, I was now completely inhuman. Pure animal. Without permission I spoke, loudly, begging my master, "DO IT! DO IT! I KNOW WE CAN DO THIS! GO AHEAD! DO IT! I WANT TO DO THIS FOR YOU SO FUCKING BAD!"

He slowed down, pulled back a bit, and stopped. Slowly, he pulled his hand out. We did not get all the way. He was silent. As a few minutes elapsed, my mind came back to reality, but he was still silent. He just was still. I began to reflect at my outburst. Realizing what a bad pig I had just been. Risking injury, defying his power. I began to remember when this happened earlier, and I took the belt. I can handle the belt, but I can't handle making angry the master who I worship. He said nothing. Sometimes he lets me off the hook. I don't know why. I suspect that maybe he realizes that sometimes I mean well, and just get out of control.

We relaxed, and as minutes went by, I began to really feel the need to piss. I asked for permission and was denied. Time went by, and the need to piss was so intense I couldn't think of anything else, so I had to ask him again for permission. "OK - YOU CAN PISS - BUT YOU KNOW THE DRILL!" I do know the drill. If I have to piss during our time together, I must piss in a bowl and then drink it. I went and got a bowl, went into the bathroom and in seconds, filled the entire bowl with piss. I returned to the bedroom. Usually we keep pissplay in the bathroom.

When I came back into the bedroom he looked surprised. "WHERE IS YOUR PISSBOWL PIG?" I replied "IN THE BATHROOM" He looked at me in disgust and said, "WELL GET ON YOUR FUCKIN HANDS AND KNEES AND GO GET IT!" I got on my hands and knees and crawled into the bathroom. I had to hold the full bowl with one hand and crawl back on my knees, using my other hand to balance me. I have never moved so slowly and carefully, thinking of the $4,000 check I wrote last year to carpet this place. When I got back into the bedroom, he was relaxing on the bed watching me carefully. "GET A TOWEL AND PUT IT ON THE FLOOR - PUT THE BOWL ON THE TOWEL!" It took me a few moments, but I was able to get that accomplished. He came over to where I was on the floor, and told me to kneel in front of the bowl. He got behind me, and grabbed me by the collar, twisting it until I began to feel lightheaded. He let go and ordered me to lean over and drink the piss. Slowly I leaned forward, and just as I got my face over the bowl, he put his hand on the back of my head and forced my face into the bowl of piss. With my nose and mouth completely immersed, I could not breathe. He held me there and ordered me to drink. Soon, I realized that he was not going to let me up to breath, I would have to drink it quickly to lower the level of piss in the bowl to allow myself to breathe. It didn't take more than four or five big slurps, until I could breathe. I stopped to catch my breath, and at that moment, he shoved his dick into my ass and started fucking me again. While he's fucking me, he commented, "IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE FINISHED - START DRINKING" I'm trying to drink piss from a bowl without spilling while he is slowly fucking my ass. I am fucking out of my mind and out of control wanting to shoot my load, but too busy slurping up piss. Finally I finished, and took a deep breath. He ordered me to lick the bowl clean, and I did.

"GET ON YOUR BACK!" he ordered. Quickly I complied. Flat on my back, on the floor, staring at the ceiling, poppers close by. He grabbed me by the balls and started to squeeze. I started to moan, and really thought I was going to cum. While squeezing with one hand, he started to lightly hit my balls with the palm of his other hand. It was a delicious pain. Such a sweet deep pain. I reached for the poppers and started to moan. For several moments I was pure heaven. He then told me to jerk off. OH FUCK! This was going to be great. I began stroking it and he continued working my balls real hard. I took a hit of poppers and kept going. While holding my balls and pulling them with one hand, he reached up and grabbed my collar, twisting and pulling it until I was almost sitting up and in his arms. Both hands going tighter, there was no avoiding it anymore. Cum went exploding in all directions. Releasing a build up for days, not to mention after being on the verge for several hours or heavy duty play. I collapsed on the floor, totally spent, totally used up.

While I was still on the floor on my back, he sat on the end of the bed. We had a nice talk, though it was mostly about my failings as a pig. Where I fall short, where I need to improve. I finally admitted to him that I knew I wasn't doing a very good job. He was glad that I understood. He was really nice about it, not mean at all. Still, I felt bad, knowing how I disappoint him often. But it gives me something to work towards. My only purpose is to please him.