"On your fucking feet you lazy bastard." screamed the Master.

In my confusion and haste to obey, I got tangled in the blankets and ended up falling out of the bed head first onto the floor.

"Get up off the fucking floor asshole." the Master yelled.

I scrambled around trying to get free of the bloody blankets while at the same time trying to make sense out of what the hell was going on. Finally I managed to get to my feet. I sleep naked so was standing there naked and shaking like a leaf.

"You are one sorry sonofabitch, Rob. You really are." he said staring coldly at me.

I knew it, he was really pissed at me for going to sleep twice during his celebration party last night. Going to sleep in front of a room full of his guests was not cool. I was shaking even worse and tears were falling down my cheeks. He was going to put me back in the cellar in that little cage, I just knew it.

"You were supposed to be the main entertainment for my guests and you go and fall asleep. Well you hadn't done a bad job on the dance so I was willing to forgive. But then to go and fall asleep in the middle of an orgy, put on specifically for your benefit, well that requires punishment." he said his voice full of anger.

"Henry have the boys brought the equipment in?"

"Yes Sir it's in the bathroom." Henry replied.

"In the shitter Rob." the Master said.

I turned quickly and headed for the bathroom. The equipment that John and Erin had brought in looked like a tumblers horse. It was about three feet high and had a padded top.

I was ordered to lay across it length wise. My arms were cuffed to the bottom of the horse on each side. My ankles were cuffed to the bottom at the opposite end. My ass stuck out and my jewels hung down the end.

"Well Rob I think you have forgotten the lessons from your first few days. So you will be given a refresher. Henry, 20 of the best with the black belt.

"Yes Sir." Henry said.

Fear took the place of my confusion. The belt, 20 lashes with the belt. I started shaking even worse and my bladder felt like it was going to burst. Then my dick started to rise. Oh damn no. Not that.

Henry held a black leather belt. It was rapped around his right hand, about two and a half feet of it was loose to flail my hide. The belt itself was 2 inches wide. It may not cut, but it sure as hell was going to hurt.

Henry raised his arm and brought the first one across both my unprotected ass cheeks. It stung like hell and I couldn't help but scream out my agony. Then another struck a little higher. Then another and another.

I was screaming and crying, tugging on my bonds. Begging the Master for mercy. All the while my cock was getting harder and harder. It hung down over the end of the horse and I just knew it was leaking precum. My fucking dick was enjoying the fact that my ass was being savaged.

At some point, I am not sure exactly where, or even if there was a specific point, but the lashes stopped producing pain and started to produce pleasure. Each whack started to increase my excitement. My cock was throbbing harder and the need to cum increased. I was moaning now in pleasure instead of screaming in pain. There was still pain but it was a kind of pleasure/pain.

Without a lot of warning I was suddenly at the edge of the crevice, ready to fall over. The next slap of the belt was all that was needed to push me over the edge. My dick started squirting out huge shots of cum. I screamed.

"Beat me Master, beat me. I am a no good lazy slave and deserve to be beaten. Beat me Sir, please beat me."

The last whack with the belt came just a fraction of a second before my last shot of cum.

My body became totally loose and I just rested on top of the horse. Now that I had shot my load, my ass started to sting again.

"Rob." the Master called sharply.

"Yes Sir," I answered.

"Don't ever fall asleep while entertaining my guests again. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir." I answered.

But if falling asleep meant this kind of pleasure, I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't.

"After you have finished with your morning cleansing you will prepare for an outing. Josh, from wardrobe will deliver your clothes for today's little adventure in about an hour or so. You will also wear your nose/ear chain." the Master ordered.

He then turned and left my apartment with Henry close behind.

"Well John," I said. "So much for your theory that I would be ok."

"Boy did I call that one wrong. Sorry Rob, but I was so sure he would let you off." John answered sadly.

"Well don't matter now it is done. Worse than the beating though, he is taking me on another outing. What kind of terrible shit is he going to do to me this time?"

"We don't have a clue Rob, the Master never said anything to us about this one."

"Don't matter, you wouldn't have told me if he had." I said contritely.

"Yeah, your right on that one Rob." Erin said.

We went ahead with the cleansing, shave, enema, whirlpool and shower. Afterwards I was waiting naked in my bedroom when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I called.

A really good looking guy, about 30 entered carrying pink pieces of cloth in one hand and a pair of pink high heel shoes in the other.

"Hi Rob, I'm Josh." he said as he placed the things on my bed.

He then came over and shook my hand.

"Really glad to finally get to meet you. You are really becoming a celebrity around here. Everyone is just biting their nails waiting for the chance to meet you."

"Me!"

"Whatever for? I am nobody special."

"Well friend you won the Dick Dance and there ain't no one is gonna come even close to you for a long, long time. You are right up there on everyone's want to meet list."

"Great. Just what I've always wanted to be famous for dancing around with my fucking dick hanging out." I whined.

Josh just laughed at that. I think he thought I was kidding.

He showed me the things he had brought and explained how to get into them.

Well I have to tell you, if I thought the leather out fits I'd had to wear before were stupid or centred me out, they were fancy formal wear compared to what I was going to have to wear today.

To start with all parts of it were in what could only be described as passion pink. The out fit consisted of a very flimsy top that only covered my shoulders and down to just above my nipples. There was a very fancy, very fine white trim all along the outside edges.

Next a pair of panty hose to be covered by a pair of very tight, short, short, shorts, around my jewels. To finish the whole thing off, a pair of pink high heel shoes. I was going to look like some sort of weird freak in this out fit.

Well there was nothing for it but to try and get into it. It didn't take very long. The panty hose pulled my nuts up tight to my body and it was very uncomfortable. I could just imagine how it would feel after an hour or two.

Once it was on I went and looked in the full length mirror. I went white. I looked like a fairy. I mean a real sick, weird, fairy. I hadn't put the chain on yet, but knew that would make it even worse. Oh man how I prayed he wasn't going to take me out into any public places wearing this.

I had just finished attaching the chain when the intercom came alive.

"Rob, report to the Master's office, now."

Not sure who it was, but it didn't matter, like it or not I was going down there dressed like a weirdo.

I left my apartment slowly, looking both ways along the hall to see if any one were about. The hall was empty. I quickly made my way to the elevator. I was surprised how quickly I had adapted to the high heels. I had no trouble at all. I guess the ones I wore for the Dick Dance helped train me.

The elevator door opened on the main floor and right outside stood at least 10 young men. My heart skipped a beat, then started racing. My breathing increased rapidly. I could feel my face turning bright, bright red. But worst of all, my fucking dick started to rise.

No one said a word but the smiles on all those faces was worse than anything they could have said. I wanted to curl up in a ball and just die right there. But the Master was waiting and the last thing I wanted was to piss him off again. I hurried out and on up the hall. I didn't bother looking back, but could feel those eyes on me all the way to the Master's office door.

I entered quickly, closed the door and went down on my knees. Eric was behind his desk. Eric, who in the past had never, ever, not even once looked up at me when I entered that office, picked today to look at me and smile. My already semi hard dick, made a quick jolt and hardened up pushing against the fabric of the panty hose.

I just knelt there, terribly self-conscious in this sick pink out fit. Eric just kept staring. I tried averting my eyes but they kept going back to him. My face was getting redder and redder. My cock was throbbing something fierce.

The buzzer sounded and the Master's voice called over the intercom.

"Send him in Eric."

"Yes Sir." Eric replied.

I didn't need to be told, I was on my feet heading for the office. I opened the door and entered. After closing the door I went to my knees and awaited the Master's pleasure.

The Master, Henry and two other men were sitting in the sofa area. The Master was in an easy chair as was one of the men, a very distinguished looking man. Henry and the other man were each sitting on one of the sofa's.

They paid no attention to me, just went on discussing whatever it was they were talking about. I waited patiently, hoping my erection would go down before the Master called me forward.

They kept me waiting for 5 maybe 10 minutes. It is hard to tell time when you don't have a watch.

"Rob come over here and show us your sweet out fit." the Master called.

My dick which had settled down, popped right up at those words. My face must have gone purple. Shaking I got quickly to my feet and made my way over to the seated men.

"Just walk around the coffee table a few times so we can get a proper look at you."

I did as commanded feeling lower and lower with each circuit. They discussed how sick a person must be to put on an out fit like this and then parade around showing himself off.

They talked about me as if I wasn't even there and one of them said. "He has got to be the sickest, the lowest, the most contemptible sonofabitch that ever got off the boat."

I was ready to start crying. How I managed to hold back the tears as long as I did I don't know. I wanted to scream this is not my idea. I didn't choose to wear this damned out fit. I am obeying my Master's wishes, that's all. I am not sick or weird. Instead I just kept walking around that coffee table feeling lower and lower by the second.

"Rob is your dick hard?" the Master asked.

I took a big lung full of air and gulped.

"Yes Sir." I almost whispered it.

"We can not hear you Rob. Speak up."

"Yes Sir, my dick is hard Sir." I said much louder."

"Really.' he said shaking his head. "You really are in a bad way Rob. Imagine getting hard from parading around in a sick out fit like that."

"Pull your shorts down so we can see what it looks like in your pretty pink panty hose."

I stopped parading, turned and faced him, hooked my thumbs in the waist band of the shorts and pulled them down. I was feeling so centred now that I felt like I was going to throw up.

"It looks awfully uncomfortable squeezed in there like that Rob. Is it? he asked.

"Yes Master very uncomfortable but that is of no consequence if it pleases you Sir." I replied.

A big smile lit up his face when I uttered those words. It was what he was waiting to here. He was waiting for me to let him know that I understood what this was all about. He could use me and abuse me to his hearts content and what I thought or felt meant nothing.

"Well Rob pull up your shorts, I'll never understand why you find it such a turn on showing everyone your fucking leaking dick."

I quickly pulled the shorts back up relieved that part was over.

"Ok gentlemen lets take Rob on his little morning outing."

Saying that he arose from the chair, the others followed suit. Henry came over and attached the gold chain to my collar and led me out of the office and out onto the front step of the mansion. The limo was there waiting.

Shit. It is very doubtful he is going to let me sit in a seat which means I am going to have to kneel. Fucking Frank is going to get his rocks off again trying to make me fall over. Just as I thought that, Frank looked at me and smiled. Oh fuck, he is too.

The Master and the distinguished man sat in the back seat. Henry and the other man sat on the side seats. Yours truly knelt in the middle.

Frank took it easy until we got out on the freeway and then started driving like a maniac. He was all over the fucking road, throwing me back and forth. It was just impossible to keep my balance. This was a hundred times worse than the first time he had done it. I spent more time on this trip rolling around on the floor then I ever did on my knees. Must have been great entertainment for the Master and his guests.

The car came to a stop. I had been so busy I had no idea at all where we might be. Henry reached over and undid my chain. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a $20. bill.

"Rob." the Master said.

"You will go in this mall and walk to the very far end, that's right the very far end. There you will find a store called Lady of the Night. You will go in and get one of the ladies to measure you for a pink lace up corset to match your outfit. You will tell them you want one that is very, very tight. Do you have that so far?

"Yes Sir." I gulped, now really scared.

"At the far end of the mall a store called Lady of the Night, I get one of the ladies to measure me for a pink lace corset and I tell her I want it to be very, very tight, Sir."

"Good." he said. "Then you will put it on and get her to lace you into it. Put your shorts back on over top of it and then pay for it. You are to wear it back to the limo. Any questions?"

"No Sir. If that is what pleases you Master then I shall obey your command."

"Good off you go. Oh, if we are not here when you get back just stand by the door until we return."

Scared out of my wits I climbed out of the limo. At first no one paid me any attention at all. But once they realized I was a male they all started looking, making comments, shaking heads. There was nothing I could do. I had to obey the Master. So I gritted my teeth and just looked straight ahead as I walked through the mall.

I finally came to the store called Lady of the Night. I went right in, just to get out of the mall. I walked right to the back and waited. Soon a very nice lady came back and asked if she could be of service.

"Look I am sorry I look like this but I have no choice. Please help me purchase what I must, so I can get out of here." I pleaded.

When she had first looked at me and realized I was a man a look of annoyance was on her face. My pleading must have softened her up because she became very helpful.

I explained what I needed and she went and got one. She showed me to a fitting room to put it on. She said once it was on just come to the door and she would tie it up for me.

She was as good as her word. Once the thing was on and snugged up I got dressed again. I left the fitting room and paid for the damned thing. I thanked her profusely as I left.

The walk back through the mall was just a traumatic as the walk in. It seems some of those that had seen me enter were waiting for me to come back out.

There were about 5 or 6 teen boys and girls. They followed real close making all kinds of rude comments and attracting even more attention.

I couldn't say anything or do anything. I just kept my eyes straight ahead and walked steadily on.

My worst nightmare was answered when I stepped outside the mall and saw that the limo was gone. Tears came to my eyes, I couldn't stop them from falling. I stood there petrified. The teens were still giving me a hard time, but so far it had only been verbal. What would I do if they decided to get physical. I could be in real trouble.

Suddenly the kids disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness they had gone back into the mall. What I hadn't noticed was the reason, but I sure was about to be enlightened.

A police car pulled up to the curb right in front of me. I heard the vehicle stop and thought it was the limo. When I saw the police car I almost passed out from fright.

Two, big police officers got out of the car. The one that had been on the passenger side just stood there staring at me while his partner made his way around the car. Then they both walked up to me.

"Did you know that there are city ordinances against indecent exposure, pal?" the passenger cop asked.

"Ahhh yes sir." I answered meekly.

"Don't you think this is indecent walking around in public dressed like this?"

"Yes sir it is, but I have no choice. It is part of my initiation into a secret society for computer programmers. If I don't fulfill the initiation I will not get accepted. My whole career depends on this, officer. Please, I know it looks weird but it really isn't that bad and they will be here to pick me up soon." I almost begged.

"A secret society, huh. Somethin' like those University fraternities I take it?"

"Yes officer that's almost exactly what it is like." I quickly responded.

"Whose picking you up?" asked the second officer.

"The executive officers of the group will be picking me up in a limo soon. I think their idea of a joke is to have me stand here for a while. It is very embarrassing officer." I said.

"Yeah, I can imagine. Well were going to let you off but if we ever see you down here dressed like that again, secret society or not, your going to go to a cell for a while. Understand?"

"Oh yes sir, thank you officer. Thank you very much." I almost fell all over them out of gratitude.

"Ok." they said, got in the car and drove off.

I breathed a little sigh of relief, sweat forming on my brow. A little old lady walked by.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself young man." she snipped as she passed by.

I am lady, I am. I thought to myself. So far I had been lucky. The kids really hadn't caused any trouble. The cops had been good and left me alone. All I needed now was the fucking limo to come back and get me.

More people passed by. More terrible comments. The tears had flooded my eyes again. How much longer was he going to make me stand here. The comments were getting me flustered again and my dick had risen and was throbbing and leaking precum. The only good thing was the panty hose was keeping it from popping up and being really visible.

On top of everything else I started to feel lonely. I hadn't been this alone since the Master took me in. Then a terrible, terrifying thought struck. What if he doesn't come back?

What if he is so pissed at me that he has decided he doesn't want me anymore. Big sobs now began to erupt from me. Tears were flowing freely. Another elderly lady came by and she saw my distress.

"Now, now deary it is not all that bad. You know you wouldn't feel so bad if you were to dress more sensibly."

This only caused me to cry that much harder. The lady was really beginning to be concerned for me. She was mothering me and asking all kinds of dumb questions. I was trying to tell her I was ok when the limo pulled up and Frank taped the horn.

I quickly explained that my, "Daddy" had finally come to take me home.

"That's a good boy she said. Tell your daddy he has to take better care of you in the future."

I don't know what the hell she was thinking of me, and I really didn't want to know. I just opened the door and jumped quickly into the limo. I crawled to the centre and faced the Master.

"Did you do what you were supposed to do Rob?" he asked.

"Yes Sir." I said brushing the tears from my eyes.

"What the hell are you crying about now?"

"I thought maybe you were so mad at me that you had decided you didn't want me anymore, Sir." I said.

"Rob, get one thing straight. If I ever got to the point where I didn't want you around anymore I would never pull a shitty trick like this to get rid of you. We have a contract and I will honour that contract. I am disappointed that you would think such a thing of me."

"I am sorry Master. Strange things kept going through my mind while I stood there waiting. I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me, Master." I cried.

"You silly fuck, Rob. Of course I forgive you. Now slip off the shorts we want to see your corset."

Just happy to be back in the limo I quickly shucked the shorts and lifted the short shirt top.

"Now I think that is very becoming Rob. You look great. Don't you think so Henry?"

"Yes Sir, Rob does look great."

"I will bet that after waiting out in that hot sun so long you must be very thirsty, Rob?" the Master asked.

"Just a little Master. A small drink of water would be fine, Sir."

"Water! No damned way Rob. I think you need a good solid drink with some beef in it. Maybe a nice cold beer. Now you would like a beer wouldn't you?"

"If it pleases you Sir, then I would love a cold beer Sir." I replied, but the last thing in the world I wanted was a beer. A beer meant a bar and I didn't want to go anywhere but back to the mansion.

The Master pressed his little button and said.

"Frank take us to Harold's."

The limo started up and pulled away from the mall. Damned, he is going to take me to a bar and I just know more humiliation.

It only took 10 minutes to get to Harold's Bar & Grill. It, at least, was in the Gay section of town. The limo pulled up and stopped. Frank got out and came back to open the door.

"Now Rob you march yourself right in there and tell the bartender that your Master, Master Scott will be here shortly and would like a table for four. Remember Rob that you are a slave and slave rules apply."

I crawled over to the door and got out. I quickly made my way into the bar. It was a leather bar and the place was full of huge guys all decked out in black leather duds.

The place went deadly quiet when I walked in and boldly waltzed myself up to the bar. I had to squeeze between two mountains in shimmering black leather to give the bartender my message.

The two mountains each had hands and those hands began rubbing my ass. One on each cheek. I was scared again. I passed my message and because the bar was still so quiet, everyone heard.

"Wait here a second." the bartender said.

One of the hands that had been rubbing my butt, moved up and went around my neck. The next thing I know the guy has his tongue halfway down my throat. The other guy, still rubbing my ass with his right hand, moves around and starts to rub between my legs with the other. He can feel my now throbbing cock.

One of these guy could wipe the floor with me and not even breath hard. The two of them now had me locked up tight between them and were having fun. The guy who's tongue was half way down my throat hadn't had a shave in a couple of days and his whiskers were rubbing my face raw.

The other guy was now slapping upward with his hand. Each slap send a torrent of pain through my system. My balls were becoming one mass of pain.

"Hey Jack, let the poor fuck breath for a minute." the guy that was slapping my balls said.

"Beside I want to ram my fucking cock down his faggot throat."

Jack withdrew his tongue and sat back.

"Sure Geno." he said.

Geno grabbed me by the neck and brought my face to with in a few inches of his.

"I want that fucking faggot mouth around my cock, bitch, and you better do a good job or you gonna be minus one set of nuts." he growled.

I was scared to death. Where the hell was the Master. He must have known what kind of place this was. How could he leave me to the mercy of these depraved bastards. Well I really didn't have any choice, I brought my hand up to undo his zipper. But he slapped my hand away.

"You little faggot bastard. I ought to break every fucking finger on that fucking hand. Use your fucking mouth."

Shaking uncontrollably I bent over and tried to get hold of his zipper with my teeth. It wasn't easy. I had to also use my lips and tongue to get the zipper tag up so I could get hold of it.

Once I got it between my teeth, it wasn't any easier, the zipper didn't want to open. Finally Geno decided to help by standing up. The zipper then dropped right down. But how the hell do I get his cock out I wondered. Well he didn't waste anytime in letting me know.

"What the fuck are you waiting for cunt. Get your fucking face in there and pull it out."

I lifted my face to the opening in his jeans and recoiled. A terrible, stink emerged. Shit it smelt like he never changed his clothes or washed his meat. It plain stunk. How the fuck was I going to be able to suck that. It was going to make me sick I was sure of it.

I took a deep breath of fresh air and went in looking with my mouth. He wasn't wearing underwear so I found his dick quickly. He was still flaccid so it was not difficult to get a hold of it and get it out.

It tasted of stale piss and old cum, almost as bad as it smelt.

"What the fuck are you waiting for faggot suck that cock." he ordered.

He then grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head back, looked me right in the eye.

"Suck it asshole or I am going to turn your face into mush."

He pushed my head back to his cock and I opened my mouth and began to suck his dirty dick. The moment my tongue touched the head he began to get hard. In no time at all he had a full erection. His cock was a six and a halfer and was uncut. I did my best to make him cum as quickly as possible. I kept hoping the Master would come in and put a stop to this.

"That's the way faggot bitch, suck that man cock." he jeered and laughed.

The others, including his friend Jack cheered him on.

"Oh this faggot really knows how to suck a mean cock."

The taunts and the cheering went on and on. I didn't think the fucker was ever going to cum. But finally I felt his dick tighten in my throat, and knew he was about to unload.

"Oh yeah bitch, gonna fill yer mouth with dick slop and ya better swallow it all. Aggggggggghhhhhhh ya suck it bitch, suck it. aaaaaggggghaa."

He unloaded four good shots and two smaller ones before his balls ran dry. As his dick became flaccid again he pulled out. He gave my head a push with his big hand and I went sprawling across the floor.

"Get your sorry ass the fuck out of here faggot. If you ever come in here again I guarantee you won't be able to walk out."

I got up off the floor and ran quickly for the door. The whole bar erupted in laughter and cat calls. I got outside the door real quick. The limo was still sitting there. The doors closed. The back window came down and the Master was looking at me.

"Who gave you permission to come out of there Rob? I told you to wait until we came in."

"This big guy told me to get out and threatened to break my legs if I ever go back in Master."

"What did you do Rob?"

"I didn't do anything Sir. Just what you told me. The two big guys started manhandling me. One made me suck him and then they threw me out."

"Well Rob I don't think you should be going around antagonizing people. Now you go right back in there and go to that man and apologize for being a jerk."

He had to be crazy. They would kill me. My contract said that he could never do anything that would cause me serious injury. Those guys were going to do just exactly that, if went back in.

What the fuck was I gonna do? Obey my Master and get the shit kicked out of me, or just plain refuse and take whatever punishment he deemed necessary.

With tears in my eyes, I decide that I would take the shit kicking. I signed a contract that said I would do as ordered, and that is exactly what I would do. I would trust him to keep his side of the bargain and protect me.

I turned, opened the door and walked back in. I was scared to death. My legs were shaking and I was on the verge of vomiting, but I moved ahead anyway.

The place became quiet again as soon as I reappeared. Geno and Jack were still sitting at the bar, but were facing away from me. On shaky legs I walked right up to Geno and when I was only a foot or so away I went down on my knees.

"Mr. Geno Sir." I said my voice cracking with fear.

"I am very sorry I was such a jerk before. I am here to take whatever punishment you deem necessary to teach me not to be such a jerk, Sir."

Then I waited to die. Neither he or Jack moved. They just kept drink their beer. After what seemed an eternity, Geno turned in his seat and faced me. His eyes were like daggers. My heart was racing, maybe I didn't have to worry about getting beaten to death. My heart felt like it was going to burst.

"You sure got balls faggot." he said.

"Now what would you prefer, I break both your fucking legs or cut your balls off and make you eat them?" he growled.

That was it for me. The tension became so great that I just couldn't handle it any longer. Geno just suddenly faded from sight and I was in darkness.

I awoke in the limo. We were moving along at quite a clip. As I became conscious of where I was I got up quickly onto my knees.

"My, my Rob, your sure do like to sleep." the Master said.

"Did you enjoy your little outing Rob?"

"Yes Master," I lied. "I enjoyed it very much Sir. Thank you Sir."

He just started to laugh and the others joined him. I didn't find anything funny about it at all so didn't. I probably wasn't supposed to anyway. For the rest of the trip they all talked business and ignored me completely.

It was just going on noon hour when we arrived back at the mansion.

"Rob you will go to lunch wearing your pretty pink outfit. You have developed quite a reputation among the other slaves. It might be good for them to see you in such a nice outfit don't you think?"

"You are always right Master and I will obey your every command."

"Yes I am absolutely sure of that now Rob. Have your lunch then go back to your apartment and take the rest of the afternoon for yourself to relax and think about the lessons you were taught today."

"Henry, what time will we be having the coffee?"

"At 8 Sir." Henry answered.

"I want you in regular day dress at 8 tonight Rob. John will pick you up and bring you, be ready."

"Yes Sir." I answered.

Frank opened the doors and they all got out. Being Mr. Nobody, I got out last and made my way to the slave dining hall.

Of all the people that had seen me today I think it is the other slaves that I feared having see me the most. These were all people that I would probably have to work with at some time or other. By the same token it was the one group that I should fear the least. They knew that I was following orders. But it bothered me just the same.

John, Erin, David and Ed were all sitting together. I hadn't seen Ed in over a week. I had wondered what had happened to him. I grabbed some food from the steam tray and a cup of coffee, then hurried over to their table.

"Not a fucking word guys." I said as I sat down.

"I have been through fucking hell with this outfit all morning. The last thing I have to do is have lunch and then I have permission to take the damned thing off."

The three of them just chuckled and we began to talk. I told them about the things that I had to do and they just all chuckled some more. I mentioned to John that he was going to have to take me to coffee tonight and he said he already knew about it.

There would be two very important businessmen that the Master wanted to impress and we would be part of the impression. We would both probably have to spend a night with one.

I was a little shocked by that. But John asked what was wrong with me. They would be clean and had cocks, that was all that was important. We would have one hell of a good time. Besides whenever we did an overnight we always get the next day off for ourselves. Well when put that way it didn't sound so bad at all.

After lunch I spent 30 minutes in the whirlpool, I know I was not supposed to go for more than 20, but I needed it. Then a nice shower and into the sack. I slept until almost 5. It was Ed that woke me up.

He had dropped by to see if I wanted to go down to dinner with him. I said sure and quickly got into the daily dress. I used to hate this outfit, but after that fucking pink thing this was wonderful. It even felt great, guess I was getting acclimatized to being a slave.

We knocked on John's door but there was no answer, so we went on down alone.

John and Erin were already here. We grabbed our food and joined them. It turns out that the Master was now happy with Ed. Had given him back his real name and set him up in an apartment just across the hall from me.

The rest of the meal we talked sports, movies and music. It was going on 6:30 by the time we left the dining room and headed back to our apartments. John and Erin wanted to get cleaned up so they went to their own apartment. Ed came with me into mine.

I still had my computer so went on line and did a little surfing around. I showed Ed some really interesting sites. While we fooled around with this we just talked.

Ed had grown up knowing and accepting that he was gay. While in high school he realized that he was also a submissive type. He had heard about the Master/slave set up and wanted in on it. The problem was finding a Master that he could trust and that was taking on new slaves.

He had heard about Master Jackson and had just boldly walked up to his door one day and asked if the Master would take him on. Master Jackson hemmed and hawed for two weeks before he started putting Ed through some tests to see if he really was slave material. Finally four weeks after the first encounter, Mr. Jackson had him sign a contract.

He likes Master Jackson and will be very happy to go back to him. He also likes Master Scott and could be happy here as well. He would leave it up to the Master's to decide his fate. They could work it out however they wished, he would do what he was told.

Time had just flown while we talked. A knock at the door announced John's arrival. It was a quarter to eight and we had to get moving. I said good night to Ed and said I hoped to see him at breakfast.

John and I headed for the elevator. We went down, but only by one floor. We got off on the second. I had never been here before so had no idea what might be on this floor. We were not aloud to talk outside our apartment so I couldn't ask John about it. That would have to wait till later.

We walked down the hall to a set of very ornate double doors. John indicated to me with his hands to kneel. I did so. He then walked up to the door and raised a huge iron knocker. He let it drop then hurried back beside me and got down on his knees.

We sat there on our knees, our hands resting lightly on the kneecaps, our eyes looking straight ahead.

A few moments later the doors opened together. As they opened I could see that two slaves were doing the opening. Once the doors were fully opened Henry appeared in the centre of the door. He was dressed in a very intricately woven serape. The material was of a yellow colour and designs in coloured thread were woven all over it. It was gorgeous. I had never seen any piece of clothing so beautiful.

"What be your business at the quarters of the Master." Henry bellowed.

"Please Sir, we are but lowly slaves here at the Master's bidding to offer our services, Sir." John said.

"You may enter lowly ones." Henry said.

John leaned forward into a four legged position. I followed suit and then we began to crawl in. Once we were well in John stopped and returned to the kneeling position. I did the same at the same time and behind me could hear the doors being closed.

The room was fantastic. It was brightly lit with gold being the most abundant colour. Tapestries lined the walls interspersed by candelabra. There were settees, daybeds, and easy chairs all around the room, all upholstered in shades of gold.

Then I spied the Master. He was sitting on the floor on a huge pillow. His legs crossed. There were two very good looking men sitting on their own cushions with a small, low profile table separating them. On the table were the tinniest cups I had ever seen. One of the guests picked up his cup said something and the other two lifted theirs and they all drank together.

Well I don't know if drank would be the right word. I mean those little cups wouldn't even hold a mouth full. So I guess I should have said sipped.

As far as the three of them were concerned we did not exist. They went on with their mad tea party or whatever the hell it was. Every once in a while they would all lift those absurd cups and take a sip. Henry would pick up a little pot and refill them with whatever the hell it was they were sipping.

The little party must have gone on for over an hour. My legs were starting to get a bit numb, but I dare not move. Finally Henry clapped his hands smartly twice. John touched me and we both stood up. Getting up was a lot easier said then done. My legs protested and I thought they were going to cramp, but they didn't.

Henry clapped once more and John touched me and we started moving towards the Master and his guests.

"Ah your companions have finally arrived." the Master said.

What the fuck did he mean finally arrived? We have been sitting here for over an hour waiting for him to even acknowledge our fucking presence.

"John you remember Mr. Lieberman. He was very impressed with you last time and asked specifically if you would be available this evening."

John gave a little bow of his head.

"I am most honoured Mr. Lieberman, thank you Sir." John said very respectfully.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Jake." Mr. Lieberman said to the Master.

"I bid you a good night."

"The pleasure is all mine Jason, I assure you. Good night." the Master said.

Mr. Lieberman and John headed towards a door on the side of the room.

"Richard I have a very special companion for you. This is Rob. He is a very remarkable individual. I think you will be a very, very happy man by morning." the Master said.

I went a little red in the face at that one. Also I had made a mental note, for the first time I had heard the Master's first name, Jake.

"I am sure I will Jake, you have never steered me wrong in 25 years so why would you start now." he said.

"Rob this is Mr. Richard Johnson, you may have heard of him. He is the owner and founder of S&H Computers. You two have a lot in common. So I think you will both have a very interesting night."

I did what John had done and gave a little bow.

"It is a great honour to meet you Mr. Johnson. I have been an admirer for many years, Sir." I said.

They both shook hands and said their good nights. Then he took me by the arm and turned me towards the door.

"Come along Rob, I think we are going to become real good friends."

"Yes Sir." I answered dumbly.

To be continued.