My new uniform - part 4
The trip in the car was an enjoyable one. I appreciated the air conditioning although this meant that my shirt was starting to feel cold wet. I was also allowed to have a chat with my Master, which was a bit of a change from the constant “Yes Sir” attitude. At first glance my Master could be seen as a quiet man with not a lot to say, but he was in fact an intelligent man capable to hold a conversation at any level, I was just not at his level. He asked me about my childhood and my family. He asked about my father a lot. The truth is that, growing up, I lacked that traditional paternal figure and I think my Master could sense that. Yes, my father was strict in many ways, yet he wasn’t a loving or caring person towards his son. It is one of the reasons why I moved away from home seeking a new life, as the relationship with my father those days was almost non-existent. My Master was definitely interested to hear all this, as he kept asking more and more questions. For my Master, the more he knew about me the better he could control me.
We arrived to my Master’s place. The same place I was heavily punished 2 days ago. It was a typical semi-attached English house of a considerable size, 2 floors, and a garden at the back. We got off the car , I took the shopping bags and went through the front door of the house.
“Boy, you look so sloppy” - he said - “First, have a proper shower and be presentable for me again.
“Yes Sir, what should I wear Sir?. “
“You can wear your new uniform, grab one of the new shirts, a long sleeves one, the new pair of black trousers and your new black blazer. Keep the same tie.. And of course…” he continued - “grab a new pair of white briefs. You will also start wearing a white vest everyday starting from now”.
“Yes Sir!” - I replied, in a more confident way that I did an hour ago back in the shop. I was excited to see finally how everything would look and feel together after the shower.
“Before you start getting ready I will want to inspect your body” - he added - “Let’s see if you have done what I asked you to. Go now, get your clothes ready and use the shower on the guess bathroom”.
The shower felt so good; after all that sweat I was starting to feel a bit disgusted about my body odour. When I came out of the shower I dried myself quickly with the towel that was provided while I looked at myself in the mirror over the sink. Thinking about me getting dressed in my new uniform I was tempted to touch myself (my nipples were quite erect from the cool shower) but I decided that after the fitting room incident it probably wasn’t a good idea. Suddenly I noticed that on the border of the sink top there was a recognisable pot of Brylcreem, and next to it there was a comb. I was pretty sure that that wasn’t there when I came in the shower, I would have noticed the bright red recipient; but I knew exactly the reason why it was put there.
“All finished?!” - I heard my Master from the other room.
“Yes Sir!”
“Good boy. Let me inspect you” - My Master walked in. He had taken off the tie and jacket and remained with collar opened and waistcoat. He still looked as handsome as ever, and as dominant as ever. I thought this look really suited him. - “Spread your legs” - he commanded. I could see in his face something was wrong - “With this, boy, are 5 the times you haven’t acknowledge my commands today, I have been counting.” - there was a pause where he just stared at me with a serious look, then continued - “you know I prefer to punish you for all your mistakes at the end of the day, and you will. This is just a little extra which I hope it will help you to me more focused while serving your Master… I don’t want any more mistakes, understand boy!”
“Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir.”
“Good, put your hands behind your head.”
“Yes Sir!”
“We haven’t talked in detail about positions. This will be a very important part of your training. We will work on it very soon. For now I just want you to remember that this position is the ‘display’ position and that normally I will ask for you to keep this position when you are naked, so I can see that no man hair is remained underneath your nose, including those armpits.” - As soon as I heard these words, I stood upright, straightened my arms and brought my chest forward. It suddenly felt a real honour to be in that position for Master - “Wait here, boy” - he finished before leaving the room.
Just half a minute later he returned. He was holding something in his hands, it was black and made of silicone with a characteristic shape I could easily recognise. It was an anal plug. I have definitely worn these on a couple of occasions before and I had mixed feelings about it. I remember at first it was really painful to put in, once inside it was a very pleasurable feeling that made me feel content but after a while it starts to get uncomfortable to wear.
“As punishment, this will be part of your uniform this afternoon” - said Master while shaking the plug by the base making it bounce slightly from side to side, which allowed me to appreciate the flexibility of the material. - “Get on your knees, face on the floor and hold your checks apart with your hands. “
“Yes Sir” - I obeyed.
In this position I felt very small and exposed. I felt more like an object or a slave rather than the boy servant that my Master often described. I suddenly felt a cold feeling on my boy’s hole followed by a sharp feeling, something pressuring to get inside. It was my Master’s finger being introduced inside my hairless and clean boy’s pussy. The cold feel was the lubricant. The more he pressured the tighter I got. - “If you don’t relax, I will have to use force, boy … and then it will be painful” - Sir threatened. I tried my best to recompose but it has been months since something external was inserted through my back hole. Finally my Master exerted some strength and was able to introduce the whole finger in, which made my muscles to finally relax. This first finger was quickly followed by what I felt was a second finger which had not difficulties getting in. My Master kept moving both fingers in circle in order to stretch my muscles even more until he thought I was ready for the anal plug. Once my Master thought it was enough, without hesitation, he took the plug, and inserted it into my pussy, in a slow but steady movement against my tense muscles which slowly expanded, finalising with a sudden pop effect and a feeling of relief.
“Stand up, and assume the display position!”
“Yes Sir” - I did as told. While I moved I could feel the plug rubbing inside my boy’s hole. I pressed my muscles a couple of times, and wow.. it felt great!. A soft shivering run through my body, it was a feeling of submission, I felt owned and controlled.
“So, this afternoon, I am going to be busy doing some work in the library, but I am going to test your servant skills. If you are to become my permanent boy servant I want to make sure you carry out tasks following the right procedures and reaching my own standards. I have a list of tasks you have to complete today. You will be time monitored and you will wear the plug at all times until you have completed them.”
I looked at my Master mesmerised, almost hypnotised by his words. Some of them triggered me: ‘permanent boy servant’. ‘list of tasks’, 'monitored’ ,'standards, 'procedures’. I Stood there listening with my mouth opened. They weren’t words new to me, we already chatted about my dreams and fantasies, how I wanted to become a permanent servant for a strict demanding Master, but this was different. He was serious when he said he wanted me to become his permanent live-in servant.
“I will show you around the house properly. As my servant, you will be familiar with everything in this house as it will be your responsibility to make sure everything is in order and spotless.” -
“Yes Sir!” - I suddenly imagined him being like this at work, strict and demanding with all his employees, seeking perfection. They probably didn’t wear a plug at work, though.
“ You have 5 minutes to get dressed in your new uniform. I want you ready and perfect for uniform inspection in my office. Go now!”.
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir” - I replied and obediently walked to the guess bedroom where I had already sorted and prepared the clothes on the bed.
