“Hey! Who let the fag in here? HA! Just kidding, dumbass. Hey! Who said you could sit down!”
I go from amicable to furious in about a second. You are dumbfounded, because you’re just a fag. That’s all you’ll ever be to me. You disgust me, you can tell.
“God, dumbass! Get on the floor so you’re looking up at me, for fuck’s sake! You aren’t fit to sit with me like a man!”
You get down on your knees.
“Now then. Let’s get reacquainted. I’ve been pleased with our interactions online. I think I’m ready to call you my property. But you’re going to have to work very hard. Now, my mansion requires a lot of upkeep, Stupid. Being my slave means you’re going to work like a Victorian bitch servant. That means getting up at the crack of dawn to make my breakfast from scratch, serving me breakfast in bed, making my bed when I’m done, and you’ll hold my clothes out for me like a Victorian valet. Every second of every day, you are going to please me and cater to my every whim. Now, I conduct business from my mansion because why wouldn’t I? It’s a fucking mansion. I’m rich. I can do whatever I want. I buy and sell people like you all the time, Faggot. Now come over here and kiss my feet, you stupid fuck.”
“Yes, Master,” you say weakly. And you’re kissing my feet. I smile and take a draw off my cigar.
“You’re so fucking weak!” I yell. “You’re such a piece of SHIT! Say you’re a piece of shit!”
“I’m a piece of shit, Master.” You respond well. I’m pleased.
“Now, I have a full weekly schedule for house maintenance that tells you when to do what. I have one other slave who helps run the premises and he will tell you all about your duties if you don’t understand anything. Let’s see, you’ll be mowing lawns, doing laundry, feeding the dogs. Oh and uh…if you displease me, you’ll sleep with the dogs on a fuckin’ blanket. You fucking mongrel bitch. Say you’re my dog.”
“I’m your dog, Master.” You say it gratefully. I’m pleased.
“You. Are. My. Dog. Now act like a dog. Sniff around the floor like the mutt you are, you simple fucking dog.”
You do so. You are acting like a puppy, whining and sniffing around.
“You will always eat on the floor like a dog. You will not eat with your hands, only your mouth. Am I clear, numnuts? I don’t want you thinkin’ you’re human anymore. You’re not on my level. You are a FILTHY MONGREL. You are SUB HUMAN. Do you understand, dumdum? You may speak, Fido.”
“Yes, Sir.” You nod. “Is…Fido my new name, Sir?”
“Your new name is Dumbshit Fag. Now. I have a humidor. I’m going to show you where that is. I want you to know because if I ever want a cigar, you are to fetch it for me. I’ll tell you which one I want and you will memorize the sequences and types of cigars I have.”
I lead you to my own personal humidor room. It’s large enough to be a cigar store. I entertain cigar parties as often as I can, with likeminded men such as myself.
I show you to the basement, where you and my other slave will sleep. On plain mats on the floor, with only a threadbare blanket. When winter comes, I’ll allow you a little more warmth but right now I want you butt naked around the house. I have you turn over your clothes. I introduce you to my first slave, who is slightly jealous that you’re here. I’ve given him permission to smack you if you do anything wrong, but if I feel he has misjudged the severity of the infraction, I will punish him. You see how that works? You’re both my fucking slaves. You are both my bitches forever.
“Now. You have some gardening to do. I’ll allow you gloves but not shoes. You are to walk around on the grounds in the nude. We’re fairly isolated and the property is large. Our nearest neighbors are in town, a posh little area that caters to the superrich. It’s one of those towns just tucked away for people that can afford a luxurious home in a tranquil, beautiful wilderness environment stocked with all the supplies and opportunities for outdoor fun you could imagine.
“Not that you’ll be having fun,” I tell you coldly. “But I will, dummy. I’ll have fun breaking you, hypnotizing you, brainwashing you for the next few weeks to be absolutely loyal to me, waterboarding you. Electroshock therapy to make it so that you’re terrified of displeasing me.
And there’s nowhere for you to go now. Nowhere. I chose you because you have nowhere else to go.
You’re mine. And I’ve chosen well. Welcome to the rest of your life, you stupid CUNT. Now uh…let’s get started. Wear this. Yeah, it’s a gag, so I don’t have to hear your screams.
Trying to run away? Fuck no, faggot!”
I slap you and punch you and gag you. I hold you down, and you’re such a fucking wimp that it ain’t that hard. I scream at you.
MY NAME IS MASTER DJ. I AM A CASHMASTER, AND I HAVE ENSLAVED HUNDREDS OF MEN OVER THE YEARS. THEY ALL BOW TO ME. THEY WORSHIP ME. THEY CRAVE ME. THEY LOVE ME. I DESERVE IT ALL.
LIKE MY BLOG, STORIES AND CAPTIONS?
THANK ME VIA AN AMAZON GIFTCARD.
https://www.amazon.com/gift-cards/b?node=2238192011
Send it to:
I KNOW ALL. I SEE ALL. I SEE INSIDE YOUR FAGGOT SOUL.
https://www.amazon.com/gift-cards/b?node=2238192011
ALL FAGS LOVE ME. ALL FAGS WORSHIP ME. ALL FAGS CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF ME. YOU CRAVING SOME ORDERS, YOU LOWLY MAGGOT? HUH? COME MESSAGE ME ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO SERVE. MASTER DJ IS HERE, AND I’M BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY.