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===CHAPTER 3===
NOTE: this chapter goes back and forth between Nadia and Bobby's experiences during their night.
On Saturday night, I picked up Bobby. He was wearing a sleeveless T-Shirt and tiny short shorts that barely got past the crack of his ass. The boy liked to dress like a slut. As soon as we reached the highway, he followed my orders, stripped, and disposed of his clothes. Unlike Nadia, however, he didn't bring anything else with him, let alone another pair of clothes. I saw the worry on his face.
"Don't worry, Bobby. You need to have complete trust in your Master. You must know in your heart that what I am doing is the best for you.". I told him.
We drove another 15 minutes in silence until we started heading into the isolated country roads.
"Bobby, unzip my fly and begin sucking me off. I have a present for you," I ordered. Bobby quickly bent down over the seat, undid my zipper, pulled down my underpants and unsheathed my dick. He licked his lips as he made them into an O, and slowly pressed it into his mouth.
Now for the surprise.
"Bobby, this is a gift, I expect you to take all of it. Do not spill a drop,". I explained, and then I vegan pissing upwards into Bobby's mouth. He squirmed a little bit as he struggled to swallow all of my 'gift'. Finally my stream lessened and stopped. Bobby had indeed managed to swallow it all., his face tormented and disgusted. I guess he didn't like the taste.
I smiled at him. "Good boy. Keep sucking now."
ON FRIDAY NIGHT:
Nadia scooped up the last drop of piss from her chin and then sucked on it, getting all the piss she could. She smiled at me as she went back down onto my dick, sucking and stroking.
Knowing I was close to orgasm, I make her stop. She sits up and wipes her mouth, a little disappointed.
“Reach into the backseat and pull out my knapsack, Nadia.” I said. She does just that. I briefly look through it, hands still at the wheel, and take out two nipple clamps – the cruelest nipple clamps known to man. They had serrated, sharp edges, made to dig into the skin. I instructed her to put them on. She did, without hesitation.
As soon as the nipple clamps were on, sharply pressing into her sensitive nipple, she began to moan with pain. Next, I told her to take a safety pin out of the bag. She held it limply, a little scared of the pain thus little thing could inflict.
"How much are you willing to do for your Master, Nadia?". I asked. She looked at me, her eyes pleading for more.
"Anything, Master."
I nod. "I want you to pull that pin through the skin of your clitoris."
She sweat nervously, preparing for the worst, as she sat back, readying the pin next to her clit. Finally, she leans forward and pierces the skin on her clit with the pin. She screams out in pain, but her fingers keep pushing until I see the pin make it's way out, pushing out of the skin like a needle sewing cloth.
She finally orgasms, wave after wave of pleasure slamming into her body through the pain. She puts her hands up, tears of pain and joy in her eyes. The safety pin is held in place under a small flap of skin.
"Thank you so much, Master." she whispers meekly to me.
ON SATURDAY NIGHT:
Bobby screams as the needle goes through his scrotum and out the other side. Already wearing a harsh cock ring that is making his package swollen and purple, the needle is causing him more pain than he can bear. But his body still betrays him, his prick still standing at attention, precum dripping onto the chair where Nadia spilt her juices last night.
Bur before Bobby can beg to take off the torture devices, we turn a corner and the isolated Cabin comes into view. "We're here.". I say plainly.
I got out of the car and helped the limping Bobby into the cabin.
The cabin was not a large place by any means. There was a small living room, a tiny kitchen, and an upstairs that consisted of one large bedroom.
As soon as I got Bobby and my bags in, I turned on the heater and instructed Bobby to remove the needle and cock ring, which turned out to be just as painful as putting them on.
I instructed Bobby to stand up and I observed his already abused package. Slapping it, Bobby winced.
"Do you like being hurt there?"
ON FRIDAY NIGHT:
I slapped Nadia's pussy again, and tossed the sweaty safety pin aside. She nearly doubled over, panting and crying.
"I said do you like being hurt there, Nadia?" I repeated.
"Yes, Master, I like being hurt there."
"Do you get off on it?"
"Yes, Master."
I smiled at her, and began to pinch her nipples, still sore from the clamps. "Then you know you are a pain slut," I said. She nodded. I took both nipples and kneaded them in my hands. Then I stopped, leaving her wanting more.
"But being my slave is not just pleasure and pain. There are also a series of domestic chores you must perform every day without fail. This is the purpose of this trip. An audition. Do you understand?" I lecture.
"Yes, Master. I will do all the chores you want me to do, Master,". She replies.
"Good," I replied, "Come with me to the bathroom."
ON SATURDAY NIGHT
Bobby licked off the top of the toilet seat, then the bottom, and the sides, before I finally sat down.
He stood up to leave.
“Wait, Bobby. Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. Bobby stopped and kneeled in front of me. “There is a toilet here, Bobby, but I do not intend on using it.”
His eyes widened as he understood.
“Open your mouth, Bobby, but do not swallow until I say so.” I ordered. He did so, and I pissed for the second time into his mouth. Once again, he grimaced at the taste. When the piss filled up his mouth, I stopped.
I took my foot and placed it on his erect dick, then pressed down with force until his dickhead hit the tile floor. Groaning in pain, his eyes closed in agony. “You may swallow now.” I said.
“Did you see that, Bobby? I ‘flushed’ you. That is how I will signal I want you to swallow from now.” I explain. Bobby doesn’t look happy.
ON FRIDAY NIGHT
Nadia is in heaven. She gargles the urine slightly before swallowing it down. I remove my foot from her wet pussy. “That’s how I will signal I want you to swallow, do you understand, Nadia?”
“Yes, Master,” came the reply.
I stand up and lead her out of the bathroom. Checking the time, it is nearly 8pm. I instructed her to kneel before me.
“The other chores include cleaning of the house, cooking my meals, taking out the garbage, and making sure the house is orderly. All of this, like everything else, you will accomplish naked.”
I watch her face. She still shows no sign of wanting out. I point over to a luggage suitcase I brought with me.
“Now, a test. Take that suitcase and bring it upstairs. Make my bed and prepare anything you see in there. If it is a toy, I want you to use it on yourself as you see fit. If it is something to build, you built it. Understood?”
She nods.
“You have 20 minutes to complete this task. Go now.”
ON SATURDAY NIGHT
After about 20 minutes, I headed upstairs. Bobby had succeeded in making my bed and constructing the makeshift cage. He had also locked onto himself a particularly nasty, spiked chastity belt. If he were to soften from his erection, his prick would find itself impaled on the inner spikes.
I smiled at him.
FRIDAY/SATURDAY NIGHTS
I fucked Nadia, but just made Bobby give me a 2 hour long blowjob. No need to waste that virginity yet. I forbade Nadia from having an orgasm until after I had finished. I then poured hot fax on her tits and fucked her pussy with a hot sauce covered dildo. She came within minutes.
The next morning, Bobby and Nadia were instructed to get up at 5am – this was actually a leisurely time to awaken, compared to what would come. They were to clean the house, shave, and complete a 2-mile run around the property, which I got up early enough to watch them complete.
Then they made me breakfast, and, at my request, woke me up with a blowjob. After taking my piss (Nadia happily, Bobby disgustedly), we ate. They ate on the floor.
Around 8am, we talked.
I pitched slavery to Nadia and Bobby. I had decided each of them was worthy. I told them that they could sign a contract for 1, 3, 5 years or liftetime, and that at the end of that time, they would receive a sum of money: $1,000 after 1 year, $3,000 after 3, and $5,000 after five. Just enough to maybe restart their life.
Both of them inquired about lifetime. I told them it says what it means – once they came to my house, they would only leave for limited times and only with me. It would be total slavery.
I told them they had until 4 days from now to decide. If they decided within a day, they could choose any of the contracts. If within two days, they could only choose 3 or 5 years, or lifetime. After that, only 5 years or lifetime. In four days time, if they still wanted to be my slave, the only option was lifetime.
After that, I drove them home. I crossed my fingers, hoping that at least one of them made the decision to be my slave. I couldn’t be sure.
When I returned home on Sunday afternoon, there was nothing from Nadia.
On Monday, I heard nothing from either of them.
On Tuesday, I heard from both of them.
Nadia had chosen the 5 year contract. At this point, it was either that or lifetime. Bobby had chosen the 3 year contract.
I told them to meet with me at the hotel where we first met, an hour apart, for them to make their final decision.
IN CHAPTER 4: They make their final decision.
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