I would like to thank those that put my story in their favorites. It is because of YOU that I put out these chapters as fast as I can. I really, REALLY want to thank my editor(s) for dealing with my "Than-Then" issue. Because the last two chapters were mostly fiction, I actually listened to one of your comments, and it set a new idea in motion! Thank you for your comments!
All characters are over 18. All Editors are actually secret Gods.
*****
I had breakfast, after making Masters. The eggs and sausage were a bit too rich in nutrients or fat for my now small stomach. So as I walked to the guest house on the cobblestone path I was feeling nauseous. It was a cool morning, so the stones felt ice cold on my feet. My freshly hair treated body still burned a bit from the chemicals, my bald skin felt warm enough to brace me from the wind.
I looked around at my new prison. The main house looked relatively small compared to the Master Dan's. It was a single level ranch styled home. The grounds surrounding the two building were also smaller. Flower gardens surrounded a large fish pond. Perfectly manicured lawn filled the rest, including a putting green!
"How stereotypical" I thought to myself with a grin.
The grounds were surrounded by high hedges, insuring privacy. From the sounds in the air, the house was in a suburban area. I could hear a garbage truck in the distance. I could also hear children laughing. Most likely on the way to school. It occurred to me I had no idea what day it was. Time had become much less important than it had been in my previous life. I knew it was late summer, possibly even September by the looks on the leaves on the trees, now beginning to change.
I turned the knob on the front door of the guest house. It looked like a cottage my parents used to rent for vacations on a lake when I was a kid. The front door opened to a small living room. I didn't know what to expect inside, and I'm glad I had an open mind. I had to turn on a light, as every window was covered with black out curtains. The living room had no furniture, or television. Instead It had a fucking rack, a torture cross, which was just a large wooden standing "X" with cuffs at each end, and adorning the wall, was every type of sadistic toy a Master could buy.
Separating the living room from the kitchen was a bar, and as I passed it looking below the stained, hardwood surface, I wasn't surprised to see it stocked with high end booze. I casually looked through the cabinets and drawers, I found all of the usual cooking implements. In one cabinet, was only large mouthed glass bottles, a plastic funnel, and an unmarked bottle of clear liquid. I opened it and smelled it. It was alcohol, STRONG alcohol. Guessed it to be ever-clear or moonshine. My guess is it was there to mix with the contents of the bottle. What I didn't know was why.
Next was a large bathroom. It had a large enclosed standing shower as well as a bathtub for two, possibly three. The cabinets had all the towels and toiletries one would expect, including hair removal products. The amount of tubes of lubricant was a bit unbelievable. It had to be near 50. The last room was a bedroom.
Inside I found a dresser with a TV and DVD player on it. Inspecting this further, I wasn't surprised to find most of the drawers empty. In one top drawer was a smaller butt plug than the one I wore now. I guessed this was for holding cum after being filled till I could get to the bottle. In the other top drawer was DVDs. Mostly gay BDSM porn, and couple of burned ones with handwritten titles.
One of the burned videos was labeled "How I turned my boi into a gurl." I had to know what that was. I had a few minutes before the "client" arrived so I put the DVD in the player and turned on the 32" flat screen.
It opened to a guy my age tied down on a table. Rather quickly things progressed. The very much awake slave boi was injected with something on either side of his clit, and under his balls. Then gloved hands expertly removed his balls and penis with a scalpel. After it was all finished the boi began screaming through his ball gag. Most likely not from the pain, as the anesthetic had to still be at least still partially active, it had to be because he was finally allowed to see what had been done. During the screaming, the hands were stitching the wounds closed, leaving a tube where his balls had been.
"Now you have no choice but to sit when you pee." An unseen voice said. I turned off the DVD. I suddenly needed to pee from fear. I got up off the king sized bed, and went to the bathroom. I sat down on the cold bowl and relieved myself.
"Didn't like the video huh?" It was the Masters voice. He must have been inside listening. I finished peeing and went to the living room where he stood. He was dressed for work. Suit and tie with polished shoes. I knelt in front of him, head down.
"That was two years, and several bois ago. He insisted on standing when he peed. That wasn't his only offense. Did you watch the farm videos?" His voice was grinning even if his face wasn't. .
"No Master."
"Well, when you have down time you should. Those represent slaves of friends of mine that had a problem with complaining too much. Those bois that spent time in the stables...well, those bastards tried to run away. They became entertainment for the beasts.
"No Master, this one has no interest in displeasing it's Master. Nor does this one wish to spend time with animals Master." My voice was shaking.
"Good! I'm glad to hear that, because you owe me a lot of money. The better you treat your clients, the better I can keep your schedule filled. If you keep your all of your appointments, this can all be over in 15 weeks. After that, we will discuss things. You have eight appointments today. Be sure to enema before the first gets here. After each, use the bottles in the cabinet to the right of the refrigerator. Put the bottle in the fridge between clients. You have ten minutes between appointments to clean up. Any questions?"
"One Master."
"You may ask."
"What is the bottle of alcohol for?" As soon as I asked he laughed.
"It's to mix with your dinner. You tend to cry out when I fuck you. You will put two shots of it in with your dinner every night, to ah...loosen you up." He paused. "I want you to be different. I want you to just enjoy serving me. Keep this house clean. I will be using you here most nights." He turned towards the door.
"Oh, all of your clients will have a key to this door, and have been instructed to lock it when they leave. The windows are all barred on the inside. You break any glass, a silent alarm goes off to my secretaries desk. So, unless you can sweet talk the former criminals that are buying you by the hour, there is no escape. I'm positive you won't be able to..." He chuckled lightly.
"...As they are all pledging to get into the Company. They need me to approve the end of their parole to get in." He opened the door. "Treat them well and get them to come back." He walked through and closed the door. I heard it lock.
I looked at the clock. It was 8:30am. I needed to get the enema done. I went to the bathroom and pulled out my new plug. It was smaller then Masters cock around, but not by much. It hurt to remove it.
