(Author's Note: This is the third installment in the brownstone series. In reading order it is Michael, chapters 1 and 2, Charles chapters 1,2 and 3.)
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When I woke up I was in my bed. There wasn't a part of my body that didn't hurt. The nausea I felt earlier reared its ugly head and within a moment of being awake I started throwing up. Peter just held my head until all I was left with were dry heaves. My ass was on fire and I know I had shit myself too. He called two submissives in to clean me up and change the sheets. Adding further to my humiliation, I was put in a diaper to prevent me from soiling the bed again.
At five the next morning my world was further rocked when Dolan barged into the room screaming me awake. I was pulled roughly out of bed by my hair and made to take submissive stance, head down, ass up. To insure I wouldn't move Dolan held my head down to the floor with his foot while he read off Masters' punishment decree.
I was to remain blind folded for the next month whenever I was in the brownstone doing anything except studying. Master had taken a permanent marker to my back and labeled me "SLUT" and I had to wear that label until I had earned back his respect - Peter was to take the marker to my back every morning after I showered. Even though my ass and thighs were raw from being whipped I was to have a ten count every night when I returned from either work or school. The ten count was to be administered by Peter in the submissive area and was to be watched by all submissives on the floor. My cock was caged and would be caged at all times while I was in residence. When I was on property I would be confined to my room, except when receiving my punishment or any other circumstance my Master deemed I was to be in his presence. I was not allowed to see or speak to anyone but Master or Peter. I would only be allowed two hours a day to study my school work, the rest of my time was to be devoted to training, exercise and reflection. Reflection time was to take place in the corner of my room in submissive stance with my nose to the intersecting walls. I was allocated 6 hours a night to sleep and was to be restrained in bed, on my stomach at all times. Peter would be in charge of my schedule outside of the brownstone and would escort me to work and to school. I was never allowed to go anywhere on my own.
The last item gave Dolan great satisfaction to read: I was to spend the following weekend in the Kennel, from Friday night when I returned from work until Sunday evening. I would be returned to my room Sunday evening at ten pm.
The worst of the punishment, however, came later that day when Master came to my room to tell Peter he would not touch me until I worthy of him. He refused to acknowledge that I was even in the room. He would have other submissives serve him. He would fuck other submissives and have other submissives suck his cock and I would be present, without my blindfold whenever this happened. To demonstrate his point he walked over to Peter told him to strip and made me watch as he fucked him. He took his time, making it last and letting Peter know how much he loved fucking his ass. When he was done he made me lick his juices as they oozed out of Peter's ass.
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As schizophrenic as it sounds when I returned to work on Monday Mr. George was warm and as pleasant as can be towards me. He carried on business as usual, talking about new accounts and mergers that were taking place. When he would look at me there was no hint of the man that I called Master.
After that first day at work and school I realized as much as I hated the punishment I looked forward to returning to the brownstone. As time passed and I found my routine I loved when I arrived to the basement to strip out of my clothes and be put through my paces. My body was changing, becoming more toned and muscular. I was eating better than I had ever eaten in my life and the few extra pounds landed in just the right places making my body even more attractive than it had been. I didn't even mind having to remain blindfolded for 30 days. I found my other senses heightening when not having the ability to see. The only thing I missed with the lack of touch, especially from my Master. Although I saw him every day at work, I quickly learned how to separate Mr. George from Master.
Peter, as instructed treated me indifferently and with aloofness a Trainer needed when dealing with a submissive. He refused to answer any questions I had and for the most part either I listened to him or there was silence in the room. I tried to get him to tell me about the Kennel but it was forbidden to speak of upcoming punishments, which only served to make me more apprehensive. Silently I was slowly ticking the days off, dreading Friday's arrival but eventually come it did and after work I returned to the brownstone. Peter met me at the elevator, took my clothes and after my ice bath and I was fitted and locked into my cock cage he told me it was time. I was walked up the one flight of stairs where every available submissive stood in wait and ceremoniously marched me down the long corridor to my punishment.
Burt and Ernie, as I came to call them, the handlers of the Kennels were twins. They each stood six foot eight, were ugly and mean. I'm not suggesting they were run-of-the-mill mean, I am saying they were sadistically off the charts nasty. If I could have redefined the meaning of the word 'mean' I would have footnoted it with: SEE THEM.
There were six over sized cages in the room, only three of them occupied -- I was to be the weekend fourth. The other three submissives cowered in the corners of their cages afraid to look at anything but the floor in front of them.
Peter lingered in the doorway for a long moment before the twins thanked him and slowly closed the door.
I was now their property.
"Before we accept any strays bitches to the Kennel they have to be bathed." One of them said. He was the uglier of the two and so I silently chose the nickname Ernie for him. From behind him he lifted an industrial sized hose, twisted the fireman's shaped and sized nozzle and before I knew it they were spraying me with a magnum force of water. I spread my legs and planted my feet to root myself to my spot. I raised my arms lacing my fingers behind my neck, in my submissive stance and took the 'bath' as they called it. For over thirty minutes, until I felt like the skin was about to fall off my body and my legs were about to give out on me, they flooded me with ice cold water from my face down to my ass and back again. They each took several turns at the hose laughing and goading me on the whole time.
"Your Master is the only Master we have to listen to. He's told us we can't fuck you or touch your precious little cock. But he told us that you love to suck cock...and suggested to us that you perfect your cock sucking techniques this weekend - so bitch you will be sucking cocks the whole time you are here. You are going to my suck cock, and my brother's cock and those fuckers in their kennels cocks. I am going to line every Trainer in this place and you will suck their cocks. When you have finished with the Trainers I will bring submissives in and you will suck their cocks - you will be their own little pet cock sucker this weekend. You will not sleep the entire you are here because all you will be doing is sucking cocks. And if you run out of cocks to suck we will bring in more cocks...mu brother and I will take pleasure in whipping you while you suck cocks, when you have to piss or shit you will have a cock in your mouth. If we ever don't see a cock in your mouth that will be the last minute you have here at the brownstone..."
For over forty-eight hours I did exactly what they told me I was going to do. I sucked cock after cock until my jaw was practically locked open. I don't know how but somehow I survived. By the time Sunday night rolled around and Peter came to get me I had lost the ability to speak, I was sleep deprived and was beaten so badly on my ass and thighs I couldn't walk. Without saying a word to anyone Peter gently slung me over his shoulder and carried me out of the Kennel. The one thing I was forever grateful for was there was no welcome home 'you survived' contingent waiting for us and we were able to go quietly to our room.
Peter had a bath ready for me and gingerly washed my body and let me soak. My knees were black with bruises and the healing warm water felt better than anything I could remember. I still couldn't speak but that didn't matter there was nothing I could say. All I felt was numbness and nothingness.
"Your Master has told me that you are to sleep until eleven tomorrow morning and be at the office at noon." He said tucking me. "Sleep now Charles...sleep and dream sweet dreams..." Peter stayed up all night, sitting on the floor by my bed, watching me, soothing me when I cried tearless tears.
