Slave Camp Part One

I was woken up at a very early hour. Master put on my wrists and ankle cuffs, collar and leash. Nothing more. I was lead out to the car and the seat belt was placed on me. Off we drove. I was taken to a beautiful house with a light on out front. I looked down at the clock in the car. 2:20 am. Too early for a party, too late for a party. I was led up the walk by Master B to a very large front door that made me feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland. When the door opened a rather young man opened it and said “ Come In.” Master B led me into the house and followed the gentleman into a small room with a Papasan chair in the center. Master B removed my leash and put it in his pocket. I was told to sit in the chair where my my wrist and ankle cuffs were quickly attached to clips that were in place on the chair. Master B kissed me, said “ Behave” and promptly left. The gentleman who I would later learn to call only “ sir” followed Master B out of the room, turned off the light and left me there. I am sure I fell asleep for awhile only to be woken by the light coming on in the room again. I also knew that by now I had to pee really bad. The gentleman came into the room, instructed me to call him “ sir” and I blurted out that I had to pee. He told me that unless I was having a medical emergency, that I was not to talk unless spoken to and disregarded my request to use the bathroom. Sir announced that I was at Slave Camp and Mater B had signed all the consent forms required for my stay for the day. I stared blankly at him. Slave Camp? I had not even heard of such a thing! Why was I there? Was I not a good enough slave to Master B? But before my thoughts could take over, Sir had told me that Master B thought it would be good for me to have an day out and maybe to learn a few things that he thought I may have forgotten along the way. “ Refresher course” he stated. The clamps were removed off my cuffs and I was told to stand. Was he remembering that I had to pee and had been in that chair, tho comfy for at least 2 hours? Follow me, he stated. I followed. We walked down a hallway where all the doors to the rooms were closed. At the end of the hallway he opened a door on my left and led me inside. The room was painted grey, in the corner was a St Andrew’s Cross, in the center there was a spanking bench. Several whips, floggers, belts, chains and other instruments of discipline aligned the back wall. There was a rack on the right side wall where I was assuming someone could be bound. The carpet was very thick and felt good under my feet. Sir nodded toward the left where there was another door. He said “ You may use the rest room” I scampered off to pee and thought “ How bad can a day be at ”Slave Camp” ? When I returned, Sir instructed me that while I was in his care, he would act as my Master, tho I should call him Sir. I was to respect all his requests and follow orders as instructed. He then asked me if I understood. I said “ yes Sir”. He walked across the room and motioned me to follow. He told me bend over, place the palms of my hands on what looked like the seating bench of a picnic table and not to move. I did as he asked. He then told me that as a slave I needed to understand that Master would beat me for any reason or no reason as I was his property. Sir then picked up a cane and said a good morning caning would wake me up. I cringed. Master B hardly ever used a cane and if so, it was near the end of a session. Sir told me that he was going to use the cane 12 times, 6 on each cheek. I was to only say the number of the stroke and nothing more. I was NOT to say "ouch", "no more" or any other gesture. I said “ I am not sure I can do this sir” I felt the cane come across my ass in an instant as Sir said “ You are not to speak unless spoken to, I am NOT looking for your opinions” I tried to regain composure, place my hands back on the bench and not say a word. As the first stroke of the cane fell on my left ass cheek I said “ ONE”... this was followed by “ TWO” and so forth as I could not wait until the six stroke was placed on my left side. I tried to take a deep breath but was interrupted as Sir began again on my right ass cheek and I blurted out “ SEVEN”… this continued until I barely could say “ TWELVE” but knew that if I didn’t, we would start again. My ass felt as tho it were on fire and yes, I was totally awake. Sir merely stopped. Said nothing and I remained in position. He replaced the cane on the wall and returned. He instructed me to turn around and kneel. I did as ordered. Sir took out his cock and said you are now to thank me for taking my time to punish you. SUCK. Do not stop until I cum and make sure you swallow it all. I don’t want any mess in this room! I began to suck his cock without any thought, he grabbed the back of my hair and pressed my face deeply into his crotch. While I was sucking his cock, he said “ you are a slave, you do not think when Master is here, you do as ordered and do not question” “Now suck my cock you dirty little slut and make me cum” Those were the only words he said before I could hear him grunt and feel his hot cum fill my mouth. I cleaned every drop as I did not want to be punished again this early in the morning. I waited for further instructions as I knelt in front of Sir while I could still feel the sting of the cane across my ass. This is the end of Part One of Slave Camp. Part two to be posted shortly.

Time to start writing again.

It has been ages since I have written. Master Bruce and myself are alive and well. Flourishing in our relationship. His profession keeps him away from our lovely home many hours yet i never feel that i am not cared for. Look for updates hopefully starting this week. As the adventure's continue,i shall start updating much more. violet