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Message #216
From: Slave 386
To: all
Date: 02-04-91 19:43:21
Subject: Master Top's New Toy@END_FILE_ID.DIZ

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It was just another letter appearing in my E-Mail box.

Dear Slave:

You think you know what humiliation is? Well you dont have a clue. I have
twelve inches of man killing cock waiting for your hungry mouth and tight
ass. If you want to experience it, drop me a line with a time and number
to contact you. Master Top

I smiled. This was just another example of a guy with a hot name and
little else I thought. I left him a time and phone number to contact me.
The next evening, the call came. The voice on the other end of the line
was cold, chilling, almost frightening. The conversation was not long.
"Come to the corner of LaBrea and Santa Monica. There you will find a
phone booth. At 7 tommorow night, that phone will ring. Make sure that YOU
answer it!" I was frightened, and yet at the same time I felt exhilerated,
even thrilled! I was so excited, I was there at 6:30, waiting by the
phone. At 7:01, it rang.  The voice was just as cold, mysterious... "Did I
keep you waiting long Boy!" He said. I choked out a, "No Sir!" "Good,"  he
replied. He gave me an address nearby.  "When you reach appartment number
four, open the door and come in.  Then remove your clothes, fold them
carefully and put them on the floor next to you. Then I want you to assume
a kneeling position and keep your eyes to the floor until instructed
otherwise."

Ten minutes later I was on my knees in a pitchblack apartment. Naked.

I heard footsteps. All of lack my years of Karate training prepared me for
anykind of sudden assault, but it never came. I felt something warm
rubbing against my downturned cheek, and then pressing against my lips as
a han d gently took my chin and turned my face upward. I instinctively
opened my mouth and felt the huge piece of manmeat slide between my lips.
The hand moved from my chin to the back of my head as 12 inches of pile
driving meat slid deep into the back of my throat. I gagged a little as he
worked the tip of that monster against my throat muscles. He held the back
of my head firmly as he slowly, rythmically fucked my face. Suddenly I
felt him placing something about my neck. I recognized the texture of a
leather choke collar, just as I heard the jingle of the attached leash. He
held the leash tight in his hand as he pumped the big cock into my throat.

I felt the head of it expand, filling the back of my throat. Suddenly he
let loose with a groan, and a firehose went off in my mouth. The cum
roared from the head of his magnificent cock, exploding down my throat. I
gagged, trying desperately to consume the gobbles of hot, thick cum that
poured down my throat and trickeled from the corners of my lips. He
continued to pump until he had spent the whole load down my ravaged
throat. He turned and began to walk away draging me on my knees behind
him, and still he had not spoken a word. He opened a door and suddenly
soft light came to my eyes. We entered a room that He obviously used as a
dungeon. The rooms walls were painted black, and it was filled with
impliments of torture. On one wall was a rotating St. George's Cross. In
the center of the room was a whiping bench, and spread about the room were
stocks, a human toilet cabinett, and several other items of ingenious
desighn, of what purpose they might be used I could only immagine. For the
first time I could also see HIM clearly. He was tall, muscualr, and as
mentioned before, hung like a horse. I could not see his face, as he wore
a full leather mask. He spoke. "Lie on your back slave!" He ordered,
pointing at a rubber mat a few feet away. I did as I was ordered, and he
walked up to me and kneeled. In his hand was a bunch or restraining
devices, including an alluminum spreader bar. The bar had fleece lined
leather cuffs at each end, and before I knew what was happening he had my
legs spread and locked into the bar. In the middle of the bear was a large
ring, and before I could ask what it was for he had my hands cuffed and
the links of the cuffs running through the spreader bar ring. My legs were
now drawn up highand spread wide inviting an assault on my ass, and it
wasnt long in cumming. He spread the thick, gooey petroleum jelly arround
my asshole libraly, and when I saw him greasing up his hand too, I knew I
was going to suffer! He started gently with one, and then two fingers up
my asshole. I moaned softly as the fingers stroked my prostrate. The third
finger went in, and I could feel my asshole begin to tighten, to object to
the brutality of this invasion. With sudden swiftness, the entire fist was
inside me. I nearly passed out from the pain. As I screamed, he slapped me
hard accross the face with his free hand, and then roughly grabbed my
chin. As I looked down at his arm dissapearing into my ass he barked at
me. "You wanted this, you little slut. Now shut up!" He reached down and
started to stroke my cock. It started to harden beneath his ministrations,
as he stroked it roughly. His arm thrust brutally into my asshole, seeming
to tear me in half, and just as suddenly as he had began, he stopped. As
he pulled his arm from my ass, I passed out from the pain. I woke up to
what I thought was warm water splashing against my face. My arms and legs
hurt. I had no idea how long I had been in this position. As my eyes
opened I saw three men, each with mask surrounding me. The warm liquid was
not water, but piss, as each let loose with a hot stream right into my
face. "Wake up little pussy," My new Master ordered! My frioends and I are
going to give you a little treat. He smacked me in the face a few times to
emphasize his point. As I looked arround, I could see that each of the
three men were endowed with huge cocks. "You are going to service all
three of us tonight boy, and if youj are good, I may just decide to let
you stay as my slave forever. I WAS GOOD... .  From: Slave 386 To: all
Date: 01-13-91 19:47:32 Subject: How Far (Another Fantasy) . I often
wondered myself how far I would go to prove my love to the Master. I had
already done more than I could ever immagine. I learned to crossdress for
the Master. I accepted my body being pierced for the Master. I whored,
allowed myself to be used as the guenea pig for his herbal drug
experiments, I lived for days at a time on a diet of his cum and piss.
Every hole, every crevice in my body had been filled at one time or
another by the Masters cock, and even the cocks of his friends. My
dedication to the Masters pleasure was near legendary. This had earned me
the rank of number one slave, and I wore the collar arround my neck with
the 24 carat gold 1, as a proud emblem of my position in his stable of
over 20 slaves. Many of the Masters slaves were more handsome than me.
Many were better built, better hung, etc., but none had the dedication to
the Master that I did. None had the love for the Master that I did. I was
not only the Master's number 1 slave, I was honored to be his best friend
as well. The Master took very good care of me. When I went off to work, I
was dressed in the finest Italian suits, beneath I wore the silkiest of
bikini briefs, and solid gold nipple rings piercing my nipples.  On those
days when the Master chose to humilate me with feminine attire beneath my
business suits, the Master humiliated me with the barest bikini panties,
sheer silk hose and satin garter belt and bra. To my friends and
colleagues at work, I was masculine and manly Dave, while all the while I
was may Master's hot pantied slut, willing to go down on my knees in a
crowded mens room and beg to lick the sweat from his balls, or anyone he
dictated. One night the Master decided to have a poker party with , "a few
select friends." I was kept busy all day cleaning the house, making
sandwitches and preparing the house for the Master's guest. An hour or so
before the guest were to arrive, the Master ordered me to put on my finest
silk French Maids outfit, and prepare for their arrival. The Master
personaly supervised as Mistress Olga, his friend and sometimes lover
applied my makeup, and helped me into the tight lether corset that went on
beneath the outfit. She helped me to put the six inch spiked heels onto my
feet, and into the tight leather cock harness which held my cock in tight
bondage as the whispy red panties were pulled up over my ass. With the
black wig placed on my head, and the perfectly applied makeup, I had the
look of a creol slut; dressed for action. The Master had me waiting at the
door when the first of his guest began to arrive. I took their coats and
directed them to the den. Suddenly my heart sank as I opened the door and
recognized two of the faces of the several men standing there.  One of the
men was Ron, my best friend from work, the other was Peter; one of my
Lions Club brothers. They did not seem to recognize me, as I took their
coats and led them into the den, and well they shouldn't. I was madeup by
one of the best makeup artist in Hollywood. The tight leather collar
arround my neck all but hid my adams apple, and the corset pushed out my
small tits and gave my ass a round feminine look. The herbal tea the
Master had gave me arlier in the evening gave my voice a high pitched
feminine tone, and the green contact lenses the Master made me wear gave
me an entirely different look. The men quickly got into the poker game and
I was kept busy running for drinks and keeping the men fed. Several times
during the evening I had been felt up by the players, including my two
dear friends. Each time the Master noticed, and only winked. Finaly after
several hours of play, the Master called me over to the table, and stopped
the game. "Gentlemen," he said. "This is my slave Daphane, and she is
tonights entertainment." He reached up, and taking the small chocke chain
attached to my collar, he pulled my head towards his lap as he unziped his
fly with the other hand. His massive cock slid into view. I almost fell
into his lap as he pulled me onto his cock, I began to suck. My body bent
over in the tight corsett, the Master pulling on my collar, I could barely
breath as I sucked his big cock. I felt cold hands touching my back, as
someone pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I looked arround in
time to see Ron lubricating his big black cock with mayonaise from one of
the sadwitches before his slid it up my tight ass. Before I knew it, I was
on my back; my knees in my chest as Ron fucked my ass unmercifully. At the
same time the Masters other poker partners were in a circle arround my
head as I sucked them off one by one. My face was a mess, makeup smeared
all over my face, my face covered with precum and saliva. One by one, they
used my body; filling each of my holes with hot meat and then hot cum.
Before the evening was done, I had been fucked and had to suck both of my
best friends. As they prepared to leave, Ron walked up and kissed my cum
streaked cheek. "I'll see you Monday at work Dave, I mean Daphane!" He
whispered in my ear. Peter kissed me too. "Great head, Dave buddy." He
laughed. That was the begining... My routine now includes getting Ron his
coffee every morning and sucking him off on breaks in the executive
washroom.  I clean Peters house once a week, dressed in my maids outfit of
course, and have to submit to his brutal ass fucking whenever he feels the
need. The Master knows and approves of this arrangement, in fact he told
me just recently that it was good for me to get my status out in the open,
"Less pressure that way!" He promises me that his next poker party will be
even better... . The Master was a well known and respected herbologist. In
his travels arround the world he often collected rare and exotic herbs
that where perfectly legal, but when mixxed in the right combinations were
extremely intoxicating, while being totaly safe and non addictive. I was
often the Masters guenea pig for these concoctions he put together, and as
often as they brought me incredible pleasure, the could sometimes bring
equal measures of pain. It was after one trip to the orient that the
Master brought back an ancient chineese root that was suppossed to prolong
erections for incredible lengths of time.  When he returned he wanted to
try the drug on me.  The drug was either ingested with a mild warm drink
like tea, or ground into powder and mixed with food. On the evening of his
return after I had prepared his meal and sucked his cock, (my daily
ritual), the Master gave me the tea.  He escorted me to the dungeon where
I was chained to the X cross while he observed the effects of the drug and
took notes. Marc, the Masters other slave was instructed to suck my cock
and bring me to erection. Marc crawled in front of me and on his knees
began to work on my tool. Pretty soon I felt my cock growing. Marc's
expert manipulations soon had my cock rock hard, and the Master sat
watching my face. I felt strange, my head a bit light as the drug began to
take effect. My cock grew harder with each passing moment, and seemed to
throb and pulsate in ways I had never experienced before. Marc continued
to lick and suck, his hot toungue alternating between my hard cock and
hanging balls. He took my cock deep into his throat, and massaged it
aggressively. Even as my pleasure mounted I did not feel a need to cum.
And then suddenly it overtook me in a wave of convulsion like pleasure, my
cock exploded into Marc's mouth with a violence that knocked his head back
an inch or two. He faught frantically to catch my cascading cum, as my
balls literaly turned themselves out unloading my pent up jism. He knew
that to waste a drop of my cum would mean immediate and severe punishment
from the Master. The orgasm was so intense that I nearly fainted from the
pleasure, the chains binding my wrist holding me up, as my knees gave way.
But then an amazing thing happened, my cock stayed rock hard, as if the
blood refused to receed from it. The Master smiled and motioned for Marc
to continue to suck. Several hours latter I was in pain. My balls had
given all they had, and yet Marc was still bringing me to bone wracking
orgasms. Poor Marc's lips were chapped and bruised from the constand
sucking. The Master rose from his seat and got on his knees behind Marc,
freeing his massive cock from its leather pouch, he pushed it up Marcs
asshole, without as much as a hand of spit to lubricate his ass, Marc
groaned, but continued to suck my cock. The Master reached up and pinched
my nipples as he savagely plowed into Marc's tight asshole. The Master
knew that this would excite me even more, and it just added to my torture.
The Master came two times before I could finally feel my cock begin to
soften. My cock was red and raw, and I was exhausted from the experience.
The Master laughed as he pulled up his pants. "Well boys, I'm going to
remix that stuff. It will be invaluable in your training. You must learn
to take it long and hard from the Master, and you have to be able to keep
it up!" He laughed again, slapped Marc's ass, and walked up the dungeon
stairs and into the house. Marc and I looked at each other. We knew what
this meant. Our Master was the best top on the West Coast. He is known for
being able to fuck a good bottom for hours without rest. Each of us had on
occassion been fucked until our asses bled. With this new drug, the Master
would no doubt be prepared to avbuse our bodies even more. We smiled... .
. Today was toy day. One day out of the week the Master reserved for his
toys. He had spent years collecting and refining his collection of toys.
The Masters toy collection ranged from the stock, "Le Sexxe Shoppe," butt
plug, to custom toys manufactured to his specifications by European
craftsmen skilled from years of developing the kink aparatus of some of
the finest houses in Europe. The Master's taste ranged from the simple -
to the sublime. And I was his testing aparatus. Some of the Masters toys
were so evil, so sadistic {hat even he could not bring himself to use
them. Perhaps in an orgy of self indulgence he might choose to use them on
someone elses slave one day, but not on me. I was the Masters prize
possession, his ultimate toy. He had spent years training me. He had spent
years developing my oral talents to the point where he got top dollar from
other Masters when he, "rented me out," to them for an evenings pleasure.
He had put months and thousands of dollars on special apparatus,
excercises and even surgery, to insure that my asshole was perfectly sized
and toned for his pleasure. My nipples had been pierced and enlarged for
his pleasure. I was a, "masterpiece in working," the Master called me. I
was being molded into the perfect instrument of his pleasure. While the
Master in his mercy chose not to use some of the more sadistic instruments
of torture on me, (for example, the Master had a fully functional branding
iron), I had no objection to anything the Master gained pleasure from, as
long as it did not kill me or leave me permanently scarred or disabled. To
leave me in such a condition would mean I would not be able to serve the
Master again, and this I knew was contrary to the Masters wishes. Rather
than a brand, I had my Masters signet tatooed to the inside of my right
thigh and on my left buttock. Today...Ah toy day! What delicious pleasures
did the Master have in store for me. I was in the dungeon tied to a small
whipping bench, , my legs spread and chained to the legs of the bench. A
vibrating cock sheath was attached to my cock slowly and methodically
milking it. The device was attached to a force feed pump that accepted my
cum into a small container and then at timed intervals shot the contents
of the container through a small hose that was attached to a dildoe gag
buckled into my mouth. The gag was part of a discipline helmet of soft
rubber, that fit my head and face like a glove. The helmet was fitted with
the hollow dildoe, and two nostril holes. There were no eye or ear holes,
and so I had no way of seeing or hearing anything arround me. My wrist
were buckled to the front legs of the whipping bench. With the helmet on I
soon lost all track of time, and thus was caught by surprise each time the
rubber cock exploded its load into my mouth. Since I had been in this
position for hours the load I recieved into my mouth was often piss rather
than cum! I had just swallowed another load of my own cum when I felt the
sudden sting of My Masters cat on my naked ass. The shock and pleasure of
my Masters touch made me cum again, exploding another weak load of my
almost exhausted sperm into the container as the pump was still going. The
pleasure was intense, feeling the cum go from my body and back as my
Master's whip exploded accross my helpless ass. The Master must have
noticed my convulsions, for he responded by shoving the entire length of
his rock hard warm cock deep into my bowels. The pleasure was all I could
take and I passed out as he almost immediately shot his load deep into my
body. . When I came to I was suspended upside down on the Masters X cross.
The first thing to wake me was a warm wet feeling on my face, and then the
pain came. I awoke to a hot stream of the Masters piss splattering accross
my now uncovered face. The Master had trained himself to piss long and
hard, and the hot salty piss covered my face, stinging my eyes and choking
me as it ran down my nose and into my throat. But the real pain came from
my gut, and as I came to I realized what the Master was doing to me. This
was one of his favorite torture devices. The X cross was rigged with an
enema bag suspended from a hook directly above it. At the moment I came to
the last of a warm three quart enema was leaking into my distended bowels.
The Master gave the best enemas going. He mixed scotch, water and a
special herbal drug he had gotten on one of his trips to South America.
The effect of the enema was to give you a very intense high while cleaning
you out. I could feel the pain of my distended bowels, and yet at the same
time I could feel the hellish concoction begin to work its magic on my
body. My cock was hard as a rock, and the Master began to stroke it gently
with his leather gloved hand as he slowly pushed his own cock into my
helpless mouth, which was positioned perfectly for his pelfic intrussion.
I sucked eagerly as he slowly fucked my face. He continued to rub my cock
and occassionaly my swollen belly. I felt an intense need to shit, but my
cock continued to get harder with the Masters manipulations. Occassionaly
he would take it into his mouth and gently suck or bite it, as he
continued to fuck my face. I always knew when the Master was about to cum.
His cock head would actually swell a little before he exploded, and I
could feel it swelling now. He pumped my face faster and faster. Finaly he
bit down savagely on my cock almost drawing blood. At the same time he
shoved his entire 10 inches deep into my throat and exploded a huge firey
ball of cum deep into my gut. I swallowed hard. My own cum exploded from
my cock, all over the Masters gloved hand and running down his thick
muscualr arm. The Master continued to pump my cock until every last drow
of my cum was expelled. He looked down at me a grin on his face. "Did you
enjoy that slave?" He asked. I nodded my head as best I could in this
position. "Good," he smiled. He wiped my cum all over my face. " I'm going
to let you down now Slave," he said. I want you to go and do your
buisness. I want you nice and clean for our guest. Several other Masters
will be visiting me tonight, and you are their entertainment. You will
please them as you please me, or you will pay dearly. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head again. A few hours latter I was on my knees in the middle
of a circle of the Master's special guest. One had his 12 inch cock
burried deep in my ass, while I alternated sucking three others. I did the
Master proud that Toy day. By morning my ass was a bloody mess, my body
covered with blood, cum and piss from the assembly of Masters whips and
cocks. My Master sat on his throne and watched me with pride. When they
had all spent their last drop of cum, and went their seperate ways; the
Master kissed me on the lips gently and told me he loved me, before
strapping me to the whipping bench for a fitful days sleep... . It had
been some time since I had seen the Master. He had been gone away on
business for some time, and I was horny as hell in anticipation of his
return. He had cabled me from Paris informing me of his arrival the next
day. I busied myself all day cleaning the house and preparing for the
Masters return.  The Master had affixed a chastity belt to my cock before
he left. The belt consisted of a thick leather sheath covering my cock
from base to stem, at its base was a ring, keeping my cock in a constant
state of semi erection. The sheath was lined with warm fur, but costructed
of very thick leather, preventing me from having any sensation to my cock,
but with a hole in the end allowing me to urinate. Straped into my mouth
was a huge dildo gag with a straw attached that allowed me to, "drink," my
meals. My meals consisted of a frozen, "protein," drink. This devilish
concoction was a mixture of my Masters frozen cum and assorted fruit
juices and supliments. I would thaw out my meal three times a day and
drink it, savoring the taste of my Masters cum cocktail. The gag was
secured to my face by a buckle and padlock, as was the chastity belt. I
cleaned the house naked, dressed only in the sexy french apron the Master
had purchased for me on his last European venture. Finaly the time came.
The Master was at the airport and comming Home I followed the Masters
instructions. Put on his favorite collar and took my position on my knees
at the front door. It seemed like it took forever for the Master to arrive
from the airport. When I heard his key in the lock, my heart raced. What
new toys and tortures wouldd the Master have in store for me after this
latest trip...

I had no idea what the Master might be bringing back from this trip. While
other Masters contented themselves with cock rings, bondage straps and
slings, my Masters dungeon held breathing control discipline helmets,
cathertar tubes, bondage tables, x crosses, branding and tatooing
aparatus, submersion tanks, a human toilett aparatus, anal probes and
other devices of delicious torture. Now I waited the Masters return. I was
on my knees and waiting by the door when he walked in. He was stunning in
his three piece business suit, and carrying the Gucci attache case I had
bought him last christmas. He stepped into the door, sat down the case and
approached me. Taking my chin in his hand he gently squeezed my cheeks,
forcing my mouth open. With his other hand he unzipped his fly and removed
his massive cock. It was limp as it touched my lips. I knew that after the
long trip, my Master wanted to go, and he did; pissing a long hot acidic
stream into my open mouth. I took every drop, not daring to waste any of
his precious nectar. He finished, and after smearing the final drops
accross my face he motioned for me to bring the bags in from the porch. I
waited respectfully until he had strolled into the house before rising,
putting on my robe and going out to retrieve his bags. After serving the
Master his dinner and gently sucking his cock beneath the table while he
ate, I cleaned the dishes from the table and retired to the dungeon, as
was my custom each evening. I waited on my knees until I heard the Masters
boot heels clicking down the concrete stairs of the dungeon. The Master
stolled into the dungeon and up to where I was kneeling. He held a small
box, which he dropped to the floor. I opened the box, inside were four
gold rings and a long sharp needle. "Slave," he said to me, speaking the
first words of the evening. "Do you love me?" I nodded my head. "Yes
Master, you know i do," I replied. "These rings are a testament to that
Love," he said. Tommorow I will pierce you. Two of the rings will go in
your balls, and one in each nipple. They will remind you every day that
you belong to me. They will remind you every day of the Love your Master
has for you. Will you wear these rings for me slave?" I looked at the
rings, and thought of the pain and the delicious humiliation of wearing
them, and shook my head yes, a tear rolling down my face. And the Master
made love to me that night. Not fucked me, he made love to me. He was
gentle and loving, and as his cum shoot deep into my bowels I felt myself
explode all over the satin sheets of his bed. And for the first time in my
life, I slept IN the Masters bed!
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