I looked at Tony as he read the rules and was almost certain he'd sign them. Once he did, I was overcome with feelings of victory, power, and excitement. I told him to get off the chair and to strip off his clothes. I watched as he grew a raging hard-on when I ordered him to lie on the floor on his back. I laughed as he lay down and warned him this would be his last orgasm for a while. I prepared to treat him to some trampling - his favorite form of torture. As I began, his dick hardened like a log under my feet. Tony really gets off on me trampling him and it's fun for me to do. I stood next to his head, put my foot on his face, and rubbed it gently. He moaned straight away, not knowing I planned to give him the best release he'd ever had. I made certain he would crave the next one, whenever that may be... I milked him and edged him over and over until he shot his thick, heavy load all over himself. I wondered how long he had been saving up his seed for me! I told him to clean up and go retrieve the package that was on the kitchen table. When he returned, I ordered him to open the parcel. As he unpacked the contents and saw the cock cage, he looked a bit frightened. I explained to him that his pleasure was not important anymore. He did not deserve any pleasure because it would distract him from his duties.
I told him that he could earn privileges if he was a good slave. He nodded and I made him put it on himself and lock it with the key. I told him that, since it was his first day, I'd go easy on him. He was to clean the kitchen and the bathroom. Then he could watch Man United with me when he was done. I checked his finished work and he had done wonderfully. I ordered him to get me a drink. He came back with two; one for himself and one for me. I laughed. Poor Tony, he would not get a drink until Saturday when he was a free man for 12 hours. I told him to kneel and slapped his face a few times, not even that hard, but it made him cry anyway. I told him to shut up, sit on the floor, and put the match on. I felt sorry for him but he needed to learn. Tony was just such a sweet boy and he needed a lot of training.
After an hour, I told him to get me another drink. I asked him if he was thirsty and he said he was. I told him to bring an empty glass. He handed the glasses to me and I unzipped my fly and peed in the glass. I handed it to him without a word and watched how he struggled to drink it.
"Don't be an ungrateful slave. A lot of people would love to have this."
He choked it down, gagging and belching, almost spitting it out but he devoured it all. After the match, I told him to get dinner ready and he prepared it. I told him he could put his food in a bowl under the table and serve me at the table. He showed me the bowl. I spat in it a few times and told him to enjoy his meal. After dinner I told him to clean up and had him suck my dick for dessert. I spent the evening scrolling Instagram and reading up on slavery and how to break a slave. I had an early start at college the next day so we went to bed fairly early. I ordered a bed I had seen in the club, mostly used for cuckold purposes. It was a king size bed with a cage built underneath it. I just love it! I would be sleeping on the bed and my slave would lie on the floor in the cage. It was supposed to be assembled and awaiting my slave but it didn't arrived on time. I put a mat on the floor and told him to wake me at 7.30 the next morning, with a blowjob and breakfast ready.
"Master Abdel, permission to speak please sir?" he asked.
"Permission granted," I said.
"I am sorry that I have been a bad slave, Master Abdel. I am happy that you're my master. I will try to do better, sir." He sounded deeply emotional.
I could not be too kind to him just yet. With time, I could let him have a few liberties, but he had to be trained first. He had always been a good friend and I liked him a lot.
"Thank you, slave. Get a good night's sleep. You'll need it."
