Masters torture toy.

My name is Steven I am 27 I have no job and now lived with my sadistic Master I was not gay and very much hated this life.

I was kidnapped while walking home from my friends one day, I walked into a ally to take a shortcut then remember a sharp pain in my head then everything went black.

Now I was hogtied in the middle of the living room floor, where Master had left me over an hour ago.

He was out walking his dogs, while all I could do was lay there in the strict tie hoping he would be in a better mood upon returning.

Even when Master was in a good mood I suffered simply for his amusement and when he was ticked off boy did I regret it.

I lay crying through the wet boxer shorts Master had forced into my mouth, taped heavily in place dreading Master returning.

After laying there for what seemed an eternity but must of only been half an hour more, Master walked in.

Master walked in and just walked straight past me as if I wasn't even there, going into the kitchen and making sure his dogs had fresh food and water. I know Master cared for the dogs more than me he made it very obvious, he had 2 male Alsatians.

Master returned to where I lay, and sat himself down in front of me on the sofa. He leaned forward and roughly tore the tape from around my head and mouth, before yanking out the boxer shorts from my mouth. He raised one of his feet and put his shoe near my face.

"Clean them bitch"

I could see Master had yet again stood in dog shit, I know he did it on purpose but he didn’t care and I dare not say a word, the last time I spoke without being told to I was tied up and gagged for 48 hours with no food or water. I began to lick Masters dirty shoe while he sat relaxing and just turned the TV on ignoring me completely, occasionally he would move his foot slightly so I had to try and wriggle closer to his foot to carry on cleaning the shoe. I carried on licking the shoe for nearly half an hour, my tongue was raw and all I could taste was the dog shit, Master didn’t care he wanted his shoes clean and I was there to do it.

He was obviously in a good mood as occasionally he bent down and let a massive mouthful of spit fall down onto his shoe which was horrible but it did help with my dry mouth.

After nearly an hour I had finished cleaning Masters shoes, he didn't say anything once I stopped just kicked them off and went and made himself something to eat.

He sat there eating everything in front of me, not offering as much as a crumb and I couldn't ask as I had not been given permission to talk, which I hardly ever got anyway.

"Oh I am sorry girl did I forget to feed you again"

"Don't worry bitch Master brought you back a doggy bag"

I watched as Master went out to his jacket in the hallway and returned holding just that, it was the bag Master had used to pick the dog shit up with.

The bag was nearly full I began to think it wasn't just his dogs he was picking up after.

Master lifted me up and laid me on the sofa still hogtied on my stomach with my head rested on his lap.

He rested the bag open and put a desert spoon into it, pulling out a massive lump of the shit.

"Now chew and don’t swallow until told you fucking faggot"

I chewed it for over 5 minutes before Master simply said "swallow" I did and it was revolting, no matter how many times he made me eat shit it was still as hard to do as the first time and still as horrible.

Master did the same again but after chewing for 5 minutes he made me spit the dogs hit slush into a cup. He repeated this 4 times making me spit the contents of my mouth into the cup, after half the bag was gone Master tied the bag up and threw it on the side table.

I was rolled off the sofa and Master brought in a dog bowl filled to the brim with dog food, he took the cup and poured the runny mix of my spit and dog shit all over it.

"Enjoy cunt it is all you’re getting today" It took me so long to manage to eat it all and keep it down but I managed after licking the  bowl clean as Master ordered, he took the bowl into the kitchen and came back.

Master fucked me there and then while I was still hogtied in the middle of the floor, after he came in me he pulled out, walked around to my head and pissed over me, Master had laminate flooring so was easy to lick up.

After I had licked up all the piss Master untied me from the hogtie, and tightly bound my arms behind my back, Master hated letting a slave roam free it just wasn’t to be done. He sat back down with me kneeling by his side and lit up a cigarette.

“Tongue out cunt” I stuck my tongue out as ordered and as Master smoked his cigarette he flicked the ash into my mouth, I was forbidden from swallowing I just had to kneel there letting the ash build up.

When he had finished he held the cigarette over my open mouth, and letting out a massive mouthful of spit over the cigarette extinguished it and dropped it into my mouth.

“Chew it up good now girl” I sat chewing the disgusting mix of ash and the fag end, before he finally ordered me to swallow.

Master grabbed hold of my collar and dragged me back onto the sofa, he took hold of the boxer shorts he removed from my mouth earlier and took the rest of the dog shit from the bag he then screwed up the boxer shorts with the dog shit in the middle of them, and shoved them back into my mouth, before tapping around my mouth and head again rendering me silent.

Master removed all his clothes, got onto the sofa, and sat directly on my face, I presume he must have been relaxing watching TV as he never spoke a word to me, he would just move occasionally to let me breath or slightly move to one side and let out a nasty fart. He loved having me sniff, lick or kiss his arse, and he loved to fart directly on my face especially when I was gagged and had no choice but to breath it in and smell it all. He had had curry the night before and his farts were often and rancid!

I lay helpless beneath him crying and whining every time he let a fart go, he would grind his arse deeper into my face each time he did pass wind.

He took hold of my nipple rings and I could feel him pulling and twisting them, he loved to torture my nipples, hence why he had them ringed, he had asked me before if I had piercings and I told him how I hated them and thought they looked tacky.

So he took upon himself to have my ears pierced 3 times with large gold hoops, both my nipples with large gold hoops, my belly button with a belly bar, my cock has a prince Albert,  and he tells me there are more to come.

He made sure to interrogate me before he even used me for the first time, he knew exactly what I hated, and what my fears and phobias were and he made sure to make sure they were the things that filled my life.

Like my fear of clowns, ever since I was a child it is just one thing I have always hated so much, I don’t know why they scare me but they do terribly. So Master had me gangbanged by 4 men dressed as clowns, as he sat laughing in the background with his video camera.

Once he had got bored with torturing my nipples and had either ran out of gas or was just bored of farting in my face he got off me, and pulled me to my feet.

“Now you little bitch I have some news for you, I was talking to my friend today and can you believe he offered me £500 for you? Of course I jumped at the chance and sold you there and then”.

I froze in shock.

“That’s right bitch, your new life starts tomorrow when he comes to pick you up, I bet you are excited aren’t you?”

I was shaking like mad I was so scared at the thought of being abused by someone that this sadist regarded as being worse than him.

“You think being fucked by dogs or being made to eat dog shit is bad? You wait until you meet Fred, sadistic isn’t the word I would use to describe him, he is like no one I have ever met before in my life, but I will tell you this!

There was a massive pause as if Master was letting my mind run wild for a few minutes before telling me.

“He has owned 2 slaves before, one of them is living in a flat of Fred’s that is the Master cunt, he lives there in the dark and cold as Fred had the electric and gas cut off straight away, there is no furniture and the flat can only be opened from the outside, Fred has given him to another Master who goes and uses him when he wishes”

“The other slave well he didn’t get off so lightly, Fred really disliked him from the off, I don’t think Fred actually used him, all I know is he sold him off to 3 women in Japan I believe they are in the yakuza, he only sold him to them because they said he would be fucked at least 50 times a day by the meanest men on the earth”.

“But when he saw your pictures he said you were cute and had a lot of potential, he said he loved the look of fear on your face, and that he intended to make that look permanent, isn’t that nice of him?”

I didn’t know what to do not that there is a lot I could have done, I was just froze in shock and fear, I knew Master wasn’t joking and he didn’t care.

He grabbed my collar and slapped me so hard I hit the floor in a second, he grabbed hold of his cock and began pissing over my face.

“Lick that up bitch” I began licking at the puddle of piss on the floor that Master had made for me, while he went about his business.

When Master returned he bent down to where I was laying and started stroking my head while holding tightly onto my collar.

“I will miss you cunt, you have been something good round here, well at least something good to use that is, but you know I been wanting a girl and Fred said he got a 15 year old cunt for me, isn’t that great?

“Trust me I aint going to be as nice to her as I have been to you, I am going to make sure I use her right”

“Anyway bitch I think it is late enough now, and you have a very big day ahead of you tomorrow, suppose I should let you get some sleep for a change, I have passed on your fear and phobia list to Fred and he has some cracking ideas”

He laughed and walked out the room, switching off the lights and leaving me where I had been most of the day tied up in the middle of his living room floor

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How could things possibly get any worse.

To be continued!

Masters Torture Toy Part 2

If you haven’t read part one please do so before reading this.

When I awoke the next morning I was in a lot of pain from the hogtie and my mouth was so dry, I heard Master coming down the stairs, so closed my eyes and just pretended to still be asleep. I got a sharp kick to the side of my body, I should have realized it would not have matter if I was asleep or not.

“wakey wakey cunt face”

I raised my head just enough to be looking at Masters feet, he sat down in front of me and wrapped his legs around my head so he had his legs crossed with my head trapped between them on his lap, he pulled out his cigarettes and lit up. I hated the fact that before I was abducted by Master I was a smoker, now I was forbidden from smoking, just being a ashtray was my only contact with cigarettes, apart from when Master purposely blew smoke into my face.

“I thought I would sit here with you for 5 minutes cunt as Fred will be here in 25 minutes”

My heart skipped a beat…. I had almost forgotten that I was being sold today, maybe it was the fact I hoped it was all a bad dream. Master rose and began to untie me, I knew better than to move once released although as the blood rushed back through my body I was in pain and found it impossible to make my limbs work properly anyway.

“Time to get you ready bitch”

My cock and balls were released from the chastity tube I had worn for the past 8 months, Master stroked them in a way I had never felt before, he was gentle and loving, it felt so good, but was short lived.

“This worthless thing will never know release again bitch”

My arms were quickly tied behind my back at the wrists and again at the elbows, then my knees and again at the ankles, my hands were clinched and wrapped in layers of duct tape, heavy straps were put around my legs, and torso to keep my arms firmly in place behind my back, a filthy sock was shoved in my mouth, then heavily tapped in, then a strap around my mouth, then more tape all over my head.

I now couldn’t speak, move or see, and could barely hear from the layers of duct tape all over my head. I heard the faint sound of the doorbell and pissed all over the floor in pure terror at what was happening, Master actually laughed and didn’t shout at me.

Once Fred was inside I couldn’t make out what was being said as they seemed to keep very quite, I made out the odd words and laughter here and there but couldn’t make out conversation. Before long I felt Fred and Master stood beside me and lifting me up, I was placed inside something and it stank worse than a sewer, I heard the top close and then felt it moving.

Once I was loading onto Fred’s truck we were on our way, it seemed to take an eternity to get there but was probably only an hour or 2, once we were there I began moving again and stopped after a short while. Fred opened the top and ripped the tape enough so it was off my eyes and my ears, and I sat there crouched and bundled up staring up at him.

He must have been around 60, I could only see his face and was in too much fear to pay too much attention, I hated enclosed spaces and guess as Fred had my phobia list this was taking into account.

“Hello shit face, I am Fred…. Master to you, you do not need to know anything about me, of course I already know everything about you, as you can see you have been locked in this dustbin, which I kindly cut 2 air holes into for you, see not so bad am I?, I am going to leave you here until morning to get used to it a little, sleep well fuck face”

With that he shut the lid and clicked the lock shut, I screamed and thrashed about but I doubt he could even hear me through the gag. I didn’t get a ounce of sleep that night, I laid awake scared, worried, and crying most of the night.

When morning came and Master came and opened the bin I had never been so happy to see someone I already hated so much, When he opened the lid, he pushed the bin over bring it and me crashing into the ground, he then grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out, flipping me over and sitting astride my chest.

He must have been 350lbs, very fat, ugly and old, He did tell me his age was actually 62, he explained to me he held parties for older more unattractive men with very weird fetishes and fantasies that I would be fulfilling, as well as being his personal abuse toy.

When he released my head from between his knees I looked around and saw we were on a farm, I dreaded every moment of what lay ahead and knew I would have no choice in anything that happened to me.

Master grabbed my legs and dragged me across the farm to where his house was, when he got the door, he grabbed my hair and dragged me inside. I was laid on the living room floor and Master disappeared coming back carrying a large duffle bag with him.

“Time to get you set up shit face”

I was untied apart from the rope that held my wrists, elbows, knees and ankles together, everything else was taken off. First Master went about wrapping a bendy metal wire around my cock and balls until they were sore and swollen, he took a needle and pierced both of my ears, putting in extremely large silver hoops, then he pierced my nipples and again large hoops were fitted.  He pained my toe nails and finger nails bright pink, pierced my tongue with a small silver hoop and locked a thick leather collar around my neck tightly. I was untied and Master began to dress me, frilly pink panties, white tights, A diaper, A tight pink training bra, A frilly pink dress, and a frilly bonnet.

Master took my head and looked into my gagged face.

“Feel a little humiliated do we?, get used to it, the people who use you are of the most sick and perverted king believe me, and they love little girlyboys who can be abused in ways to bad to even describe.

As the weeks went on, I began to forget my old life, but could never get used to the one I was stuck in now, I was always dressed in humiliating clothing, I never tasted real food, and Master was having the time of his life with my phobia list, I had a fear of birds, so I spent 5 days tied up as a scarecrow, covered in honey and birdseed, I was bound so much and gagged so hard I couldn’t even make enough noise or move an inch to scare them away when they landed on me, once a day Master would come ungag me, give me a glass of stale piss to drink and re gag me.

My claustrophobia often found me back in the bin, locked in a small chest, and in other small enclosed spaces.

My smoking was used against me, Master had me wear a special Mask he attached 5 cigars into when he inhaled the smoke came through the mask, into my gagged face, my eyes burned and I coughed and spluttered into the gag each time, Master just smiled to himself. I was still used as a ashtray forced to chew cigarette and cigar ends and was now used as a stubber too, both on my body and face, Master seemed to have no problem scaring or burning me.

I was physically and mentally abused by both Master and the people who used me, Master would often take the pictures of my family that were given to him and show me, telling me how I would never see them again, he would bring up things from my past that haunted me and taunt me.

I was made to suck horse cock, lick horses asses, I was bound in hen coupes, suck cow udders and asses, eat shit and piss from animals, and all the while my hunger grew, I would find myself bound with my head strapped to a box, with a nice plate of hot food directly under my nose, and I was bound and gagged and unable to do anything but smell the food, after a hour it would be taken away and something Master decided appropriate replaced it, usually, shit, vomit soup, insects, parts from dead animals and worse.

1 of the men who used me called Ron was a 68 year old guy, who I had to start writing love letters too, I had to write to him once a week, telling him all the sick and depraved things I wanted him to do to me, well that Master came up with to tell e to write, I had to tell him how much I loved him and wanted to marry him, it was so humiliating, and I knew one day Master would arrange the marriage.

I was never washed, never showered or cleaned, and the only time I emptied my bladder and bowels was into the diapers which then were usually rubbed in my face and hair, or spoon fed back to me, or onto the floor outside.

Some of the men loved treating me like a perverted little girl, making me tell them in a girly voice how I wanted them to make me suck a horse cock, or have them gangbang me.

A couple of them would tease me about how Master didn’t feed me properly and they would have me strapped down and force feed me various lots of animal shit (cow, horse, dog, sheep, pigs etc) until I had vomited over myself 5 or 6 times.

Some liked to just cause me pain and would hang me from rafters and use me as a punch bag, some would attach heavy weights to my piercings, then my cock and balls and chase me around the fields with bb guns, I was plugged with piss enemas for 12 hours+ until the cramps were so painful I couldn’t stand it, I was branded, pierced all over including my face with pins and needles, I was covered in degrading, humiliating names and messages with permanent marker pens, I was strapped to cows asses, bound in piles of manure, was licking the asses of men old enough to be my grandfather.

I had been buried up to the neck in the ground for 2 days, had smoke and irritants blown and rubbed into my eyes, they filled my ass with animal shit, had me mounted by dogs, I had licked muddy boots, I was bound and dragged around fields behind a tractor or Masters favorite muck spreader, I was fed all kinds of animal food, some would just try and be as creatively cruel as possible with food for feeding me and find the most revolting things imaginable, they would exercise me by attaching my cock and balls to the 2 great Danes leads and let them drag me around the field,  I was staked out in the heat all day to get sun burn, just so they could sit slapping me later, I was made to lick clean outhouses, and a whole lot more.

My life had sunk as low as it could go and as much as I wanted it to end I knew it never would, Master had told me once he was bored of me I would just be sold on or given away again, and the process would repeat.

I know my life will never again be nothing but my Masters Torture Toy.