He picked me up at the airport. i did not know anything else than that i would be picked up after the landing and that i had to be compliant to whatever the one who picks me up demands. My Owner had handed out to me a one way ticket so i did not know for how long this trip would last for me. i was very nervous and also embarressed when i realized that was to be destined to a man.
He did not speak to me. Not a single word.
We sat in his car and drove through a forest when he stopped the car.
“Get out of the car” he snapped at me and when we were outside another harsh “strip off your clothes!” was given to me.
i was shocked, embarrassed and felt humiliated and i did not want to strip off my clothes here on the road. In front of another man. Who was still clothed and looking at me. And what would be if a car would pass by.
But i knew that refusing obedience would state a major offense as it would plainly show my disrespect towards the orders of my Owner. i would be made regret my behavior and i feared her punishment more than my embarrassment and shyness against this unknown stranger.
I was standing in front of him. Completely naked, only the cock ring that my Owner had attached to me had remained on my body as this could only be removed by using a special tool.
He was standing in front of me with his hands on his hips hips and was inspecting my body up and down with his eyes. His eyes scanning my entire body; everything, from my feet to my head, they take it all in. He is quite unashamed about it. But then ... why should he be?
I feel like a piece of meat. Like an animal in the zoo.
He put a collar around my neck, a tight mask over my head and stuffed a gag into my mouth. The collar is very tight and he gag I am wearing is inflated very extensively. It causes a constant feeling of suffocating, a constant feeling of fear and helplessness.
Then he tied me up with rope and threw me into the trunk of his car.
The car started to move again and i was scared and felt lonely as never before in my life.
When the car had stopped again a few minutes passed by and then i could hear that the trunk was opened. Suddenly i felt a sting and then i passed out.
when i gained consciousness again, i saw a woman. She just looked at me in silence and with a kind of disapproving or skeptical look.
i realized that i could see again now. But i only had a restricted field of vision, like a horse equipped with blinkers.
The stranger from the airport - or whoever - had hung me up by my feet. Like a piece of meat. Head over heels i was hanging there with my legs widely spread open.
The woman only looked down into my face but said not a single word. At least not to me.
the way i hung there in front of the woman’s eyes ... and her husband? i realized the man from the airport now was also there. i was shocked when i saw myself in a mirror that was attached to the wall. How i hung there! As open and helpless as if i was offering myself up, as if i was begging to be used, raped and punished.
They had adorned my body. i was completely shaved. My nipples were clamped and a chain was attached to the clamps. They had remained cock ring from my Owner that would hurt when my cock would get erect.
i was scared as hell, pure fear. i felt my bladder give way and felt ashamed when i heard them laughing at me.
i saw the woman approach me. still in silence. i heard him talking to her:
"We have agreed with its Owner that tranfer of ownership takes place in five days within a semi public ceremony. No feeding for it until then. No milking for it anyway. We need it nice and slender at the waist and its ball sac tight and full of cum to show it off in the ceremony.“
“Look, the slave is presenting an erection now. Is it a panic hard on or is it enjoying its situation?” i heard the woman ask her husband.
“Who cares” he said and turned away to have a seat on the lounge suite where a drink was placed for him on the coffee table.
i started to realize that i was captured and there was no escape.
Tears started running down my cheeks.
“Poor slave, why are you crying?” i heard the woman ask in a soft voice.
Then she looked at me with a smile.
„Do you know, slave, your Owner doesn‘t want you anymore so she has signed the contract for you.“
My crying went over into uncontrolled sobbing when hearing this.
Then my new Owner stepped in front of me with my widely spread legs and with a hard thrust entered my anus with his finger. With hard and deep thrusts of his fingers he violated me and by the time my sobbing went over into a kind of desperate whimpering.
i felt my shaft growing, the ring hurt but anyway it grew and stayed erect. His thrusts shook my body as well as my uncontrolled sobbing.
After a while he let go and without a word left the room.
"Well, slave,“ i heard the woman say „I've seen how my husband looks at you. And, of course, he‘s asked if I think you're a trainable slave. So I‘ll be putting you on a program of denial and discipline. If things go as I expect, you could remain in our company —under His and My common ownership, of course—and only assuming he finds you pleasing. You'd make a lovely gift for me to give. Promise to do your best? Or shall we update your papers and see what sort of luck we have putting you up for sale again?"
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