Chapter 4
My happy life as Master Rick little fucktoy is over. One
evening a few days ago while I was sitting by Master Rick's feet,
waiting for his command he said to me: "Francine, you useless fuck.
Fetch that DVD lying on the table and put it in the machine. Then come
and kneel in front of me so you can see the screen." I quickly scampered
to obey his command, but was somewhat puzzled as I knelt down. Usually I
am not allowed to watch anything on the TV, not even the porn movies
Master Rick sometimes watches. The film on the DVD turned out to be
about me. On it was footage of all of my training and from a lot of the
torture I had been subjected to, right from the moment Master Rick had
caught me until now. There were even footage of me when I had stayed
with other master's and mistresses. I was strange watching myself first
being turned into a sissy-slave and then being abused by so many. When
the movie ended I turned to Master Rick who spoke again: "I always film
my bitches and this is the movie about you. It is finished." I began to
tremble with fear as he said this. It was no secret that Master Rick had
had other slaves before me, nor was it any surprise that he would one
day want to get rid of me and get a new slave bitch. His friends had
sometimes made remarks about me like: "How long do you think the bitch
is going to last?" and things like that, but I loved Master Rick and I
had begun to hope that he might want to keep me. "I've grown tired of
you bitch," Master Rick told me dispassionately. Crying I tried to beg
him to keep me, but he just slapped me and gagged me. "Stupid slave." he
said. "I never keep a bitch longer than three years. You are lucky that
I have kept your useless butt for so long, so stop crying. Now fetch
that other DVD I have laid out on the table and put it on." Still
sobbing I obeyed and sat down in front of him as the next movie began to
roll. It turned out to be film of all the slaves Master Rick had had.
There were many, many slaves on the film. On several occasions Master
Rick had had more than one slave at time, and once he had had four at
the same time. All his slaves were sissies and all had been former
bodybuilders. Some he kept for a few years, others only for few months
so I suppose I should be honored at being his slave for so long. There
was one slave in particular in the films that caught my attention. It
was a black sissy, who had been a quite large bodybuilder. Master Rick
had, as with all the others, turned her into a super feminine thing
who's only thought was pleasing Master Rick. The name given to her by
Master Rick was Rosie, and just as I was only allowed to wear white, she
was only allowed to wear pink. Of all the slaves Master Rick had had,
she was the one that reminded me most of myself.
When the movie ended I was still sobbing, desperately sad about leaving
Master Rick, but I was also getting very afraid. What had happened to
all these slaves? Were they sold or what? My fear increased as Master
Rick yanked me to my feet and led me into the dungeon. Here he tied my
hands in a back-prayer and my feet to the legs of a narrow table. He
pushed me down so that I lay across the table facing a large mirror on
the wall. In silent dread I watched him release my chastised member and
lube up my ass. He entered my ass brutally and began pumping at a steady
pace. I immediately fell into the rhythm as I had been conditioned to,
loving every stroke. With one hand he then removed my gag, while he used
the other to stroke my throbbing cock. I loved it moaned with lust.
Finally he produced the leather strap I had feared and tied it around my
throat, using a small iron rod to turn it into a garotte. I suddenly
knew what had happened to the other slaves. I was convinced that Master
Rick was going to kill me. As his pace quickened, he tightened the
garotte around my throat while stroking me closer and closer to a
massive orgasm. All the while I could see myself in the mirror, my face
getting more and more swollen and my tongue and eyes protruding ever
more as he tightened to strap. When I came my eyes looked like they were
about to pop out of my head altogether and my face was almost purple. It
was the best orgasm I had ever had and my pelvis kept thrusting as
darkness closed in around me. I was sure that Master Rick was killing
me.
I was surprised as I came to coughing and fighting for breath. I lay in
a puddle of semen on the floor. Although it felt like someone had tried
to twist off my head, I felt good. Wonderful in fact. The mellow glow of
the fabulous orgasm pervaded every fiber of my body. Master Rick was
kneeling beside me. Smiling he took my chin in his hand and turning my
head so that I looked him straight in the eye he said: "Silly slut. You
thought I was going to kill you, right?" I nodded weakly. "No, you
useless bitch." Master Rick continued, "I've found a buyer for you.
He'll pick you up in the morning. Now clean up the mess and get some
sleep." Without further ado he left me. Before crying myself to sleep on
the cold, stone floor I liked up the cum.
The next day Master Rick came to prepare me for my new owner. Although I
pleaded and cried he completely ignored me. He gave me my enemas, washed
me and looked on as I applied my make-up. Then he fitted me with white
ankle high boots with 7-inch heels, a white leather collar and a white
ball-gag before securing my arms in an arm binder. He showed a huge butt
plug up my ass and attached a leash to my chastity device. He secured
the leash to a doorknob before leaving me to wait for my new owner.
After several hours my new owner turned up. Not the bodybuilding type he
looked more like a well-mannered gentleman. Master Rick and my new owner
talked for a while and then he subjected me to a thorough examination
before completing the deal. Money changed hands and a white rubber hood
was pulled over my head before I was left off to my new life. Nobody
cared that I sobbed helplessly as I was being led away.
