Richard's Story: Chapter 1
Part of Richard's Story by FTGC
Richard’s Story
The characters and events are a figment of my imagination. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
I would appreciate any and all constructive criticisms. Please message me if you would like the story to continue. (FTGC - Full Time Geriatric at Collard)
Cast of Characters:
Michael Anthony, 58, master to Richard Garfield;
Richard Garfield, 21, slave to Michael Anthony;
Symeon Pikes, 48, master, owner of the club;
T.D. Anders, 39, master;
Chris de La Mancha, 45, master to Eddy Oxford;
Eddy Oxford, 23, slave to Chris de La Mancha;
Nathan Testudines, 22, dom to Joey Wheeler;
Joey Wheeler, 21, sub to Nathan Testudines;
Leonard Glass, 66, master
Satal Keto, 22, sub;
Tom Pecheur, 22, sub;
Adam Disaronno, 20, sub;
Aguste Escoffier, 21, sub;
Greg Mansfield, 18, The Shy Guy.
The story is told through the eyes of slave Richard Garfield.
Chapter 1 - The Club
Boys in groups were either talking quietly about who knows what or being intimate in all kinds of erotic positions. The mood was rather quiet and romantic. It was fairly early in the evening before most of the entertainment usually started. We were in a popular city centre club for gay kink that went by the curious name of 'Neck Restraint'. It is one of the first open gay establishments in the city. I am standing behind my master in a relaxed position, watching the members arriving for gay kink night. The room is sparse, the walls painted black with a concrete floor of a greyish-brown color, possibly getting it's brown tinge from the liters of beer spilled onto it over the ages, among other things. It is illuminated by wall sconces fitted with light bulbs glowing blood red that give it the atmosphere of a medieval dungeon of sorts, however, modern discrete overhead lighting diminished the harsh look of the room. Curiously, the floor is fitted with barely noticeable drains here and there, presumably to wash away the night's liquid deposits. The walls are decorated with various rings and hooks embedded within the cinder blocks and the ceiling is unusually high with hoists and bars dangling from the steel floor joists supporting the room above. Besides the rope and metal accoutrements suitable for a dungeon, there is, scattered about the room and to the uninitiated eye, a series of weird style wooden furniture. Along the walls are two massive wooden crosses in the form of the letter X, and what looks like a gym horse in the center of the room, a table with various sorts of severe looking instruments of torture plus other less intimidating restraints. Iron shackles and specially designed equipment hangs from the far wall, all forged to restrain a submissive in myriad ways. Stacked on the floor are two large duffel bags filled with god knows what implements. One corner has a water basin with shower attachments not found in regular homes. The room is warm with the musty smell of leather and the slight smell of rubber mingled with the various odors that occur naturally wherever humans gather.
I am here because my master, Mr. Michael Anthony, likes to support the kink community by participating in some of their events. He also likes to share his considerable experience as a master with men who are eager and willing to learn. Master Michael is 58 years old and in extremely good physical condition - take my word for it!. He has a wrestler's bull neck, smooth ruddy complexion. wide shoulders and expansive chest. He keeps fit with a regime of proper diet and exercise which I too must follow. His demeanor is one of strength and quiet confidence evoking a sense of control without the need for any external decorum. As the night's theme dictated, he complies by wearing simple master's gear: a very expensive pair of made to fit coffee colored suede jeans with a matching sleeveless waistcoat and patent leather boots. The clothes do not make him stand out from the crowd, which suits him fine. The only other visible costumery is a crop that has a leather loop at the top which is wrapped around his wrist, ready to participate in the night's events where required or invited.He is more comfortable in loose fitting trousers and an open necked short sleeve shirt. His hair is starting to turn gray but his eyes are as sharp and cold as diamonds. Although, at first glance, a stranger might get the impression that he is aloof, they would be very mistaken. He is stern but very caring if you would simply watch and listen. He does not suffer fools easily, nor is he given to parsiflage. He is always very aware of his surroundings and a good judge of character.
By the way I am Richard Garfield. I am a happy-go-lucky kinda guy. My humour is rather subtle and I think that’s why master first took an interest in me. I am 21 years old in my graduate year at university. Master thinks I’m smart and takes great care to tone me down when I show it too much. I beat him in a Mensa test and I think he still resents it, I say this laughingly in my mind because I will never challenge him again. I weigh 158 pounds soaking wet. I am in decent shape because master insists on daily exercises that nearly killed me when we first started. Master enjoys fine dining but we generally eat healthy food following a strict diet that he devines and casts on me. I would miss it now if I couldn’t get the fresh vegetables and other ingredients that go along with the menus we have. Master is very meticulous and follows a strict regimen of work and play, me making up most of the “play” stuff. I have a sparse amount of hair on my legs and arms, but very little on my chest and back. I, of course, have only extremely short stubble around my package, love hole and pits, which took a lot of getting used to. I figured out how to stop the itching but you better not have any cuts or you will quickly find out where they are! I am 6 feet one inch tall and have large feet, but the rest of my body is in good proportion to all the other parts. I have an average size cock of seven and one quarter inches, master doesn’t agree with the quarter inch, and is a little on the thick side, not master, my dick. Master beats me on that one, his is 9 inches and fat, some of you may know how that feels! For tonight, master let me wear a pair of black rubber flip-flops but no socks. I am also wearing a pair of tight fitting, well worn, read holes in appropriate places in a set of light blue denim shorts, which have a bulge in front due to my chastity device, which master may take off of me depending on the circumstances, something I am really hoping for. I am shirtless, master likes to flaunt my attributes, and as far as other body dressing, I am wearing a collar and a gold anklet with several tags on it. I have a clear complexion, and I am proud of my tan, on which I work hard to get and maintain. Master says my eyes are golden, I don’t think he means the color because they are green while my hair is more or less straight, cut to about an inch in length and is light brown. I have no facial hair, same as master. Master does not have me wear a butt plug like some do, and I appreciate it, not to say that it doesn’t happen or won’t happen tonight depending on our moods. Master has never required me to do things in public that I don’t like to do. We had a long discussion over a great meal at a fine dining room only two blocks from the club. We talked about what we might or might not do at the club tonight. Make no mistake, while master sometimes asks for my opinion his decision is always final, which has never bothered me because I have learned that he always has good reason, though he sometimes doesn’t tell me what it is, and finally but most important to me is that he is incredibly fair. I have been with him for 3 years now, ever since my eighteenth birthday. He keeps telling me that I represent quite a challenge for him, which makes me smile and in turn I am shown feigned disgust from him. I respect and am fully dedicated to my master. He has few friends, three of which are here tonight.
One of them is Mr. T. D. Anders. He is making his way towards us, chatting with various members of the club. He is 39 years of age, short curly brown hair, tall, muscular with numerous tattoos and wears more bling than anyone I have ever met. He reminds me somewhat of the actor Sylvester Stallone. He is not someone I would ever fool with, in fact I begged master never to leave me alone with him, although master told me that he was well trained in our ways.
“Hello Michael” he said as he shook hands with master.
Master responded with a polite but restrained “hello”, firmly gripping and shaking hands with the old guard master.
“I see you have your faithful slave with you”, he smiled at me rather slyly, much like a snake might, which is one reason, I guess, why I don’t like him, but I showed no emotion.
Stepping aside, master turned and looked at me with a smile, and said “Richard, say Hello to Master TD”.
I stepped forward and took Master TD’s proffered hand, felt the strength of his grip as he smiles with those eyes that seemed to want to devour me.
As courteously as possible and with a calm voice I greeted him with “Hello Master TD, I am pleased to meet you again. Thank you sir”.
I released my hand but he only loosened his grip on me, forcing me to slide my hand away, which did not go unnoticed by my master. His hand felt slimy. Strange how this would not bother me in the least from other guys.
I stepped back and master chatted with the him about who was at the club tonight and boring stuff like that. Looking over the room for familiar faces, there was the usual regulars and I spotted another of my Master's friends, Mr Chris De La Mancha for whom my master has a great deal of respect. I felt a familiar tingling sensation because I knew if Master Chris was here then Eddy his slave would not be far off and indeed he wasn't. We smiled and discreetly nodded acknowledgment of each other. I have to admit, that I enjoyed Eddy’s company, not in a sexual way but as an older brother who helped me over some rough times.
Master Chris is an old friend of my master. Master helped him get started with the business of crafting equipment and furniture for dungeons and doms/submissives. He is stocky and always has a ready smile. Master Chris crafted a unique collar in perfect proportion to my neck line and presented it as a gift to my Master who locked it on my neck on my eighteenth birthday as a symbol that on that day he accepted me as his slave and into his home and life. I have often repeated my thanks to master Chris. It was a very emotional moment for me, that day where I was free to make my own decision of what I wanted my future to be.
Master Chris is about 12 years younger than my Master. He is not what anyone would say fat because he has well defined muscles but I think maybe the fine dining is creating havoc with his waist line. He has a jolly face and a very friendly personality, and as I found out from Eddy, an inveterate teaser. He was dressed in his usual master attire, prominently displaying his wears, I mean the kind he creates for sale!
Finally, Master TD, moved on and master and I moved towards Master Chris and Eddy. After hearty greetings all around they chatted with each other in low tones of voice, scouring the room together as Eddy and I stood relaxed behind each of our masters.
Master Chris’ slave and my good and trusted friend Eddy Oxford just bubbles with an exuberant personality. He told me once that he gets so high on some kinky stuff that his master has shown him, that he has literally passed out. I had told him no way and it was probably drugs. That was the only time I ever saw him get real angry at me and if it wasn’t for my immediate reaction of dropping to my knees and sincerely repeating the word sorry I believe I would have lost a damn good friend, as it was, he pulled me up and I said I was sorry again and I told him that I would never say that again and it has never since been mentioned in any conversations we have had. Eddy is tall, with medium length blond hair and pale gray eyes. He is far stronger than I am and weighs quite a few pounds more than I do, yet he is perfectly proportioned and could easily pass off as a champion wrestler if it weren’t for his extreme friendly nature. Eddy’s face and neck are covered in tiny freckles and I tease him about as much as he will let me. Eddy’s attire this night of imminent debauchery was the envy of all subs, because everything he wore is custom made for him by his master, from his thong to his sparkling studded collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and his gag. Tonight he was wearing a leather eye patch over his right eye. I pointed to the patch and he gave me a look of disgust but a wink from his left eye. I have a sneaking suspicion this is master Chris teasing Eddy again. Eddy is always ready for a good adventure and never hesitates to participate. He doesn’t seem to have any fear when it comes to kink nights.
After some quiet exchange of views on the dungeon’s current decor and the possible events for tonight, each of our master’s, in turn, told us to go and meet and greet with the rest of the crowd but not to participate in anything without their express permission. This freedom happens occasionally because we are in one of the more safe establishments of the genre and I think they feel that we would be safe as long as Eddy and I stay together.
I voiced “Thank you sir!”, for both of us.
“I think it would be wise to have Richard remove Eddy’s ball gag for the time being”, suggested master.
Master Chris responded affirmatively but in a stern voice with an inkling of mischief, “But NOT the eye patch!".
We did not move and waited until they ambled out of the main room to the bar area where no doubt they will sip a brandy and enjoy a good cigar with another of their friends, Mr Symeon Pikes, the owner of the pub. Master Symeon is 48 years old and looks like he could easily work as a gym instructor. He is a fun loving mentor for all the timid among us. He is very literate and can easily enrapture you with his stories. He is one of the very few that I know of, that master trusts implicitly. Master said that he spends more than he takes in at the pub but that he does it out of love and respect for its members.
We headed for a laundry tub near the corner shower and I helped Eddy remove his ball gag which I cleaned for him while he was clearing the spit that had accumulated by swallowing water to wet his dry throat and rinse his mouth. I then re-tied his ball gag on the D-ring at the back of his collar. He had a beautifully made chain link leash attached to the front D-ring of his collar that hung down to just below his crotch. I must say that he looked awesome in his thong, I am a little jealous actually.
We started wandering around the room, saying hi to everyone and idly chatted about the latest music hits and boy bands. Some of the people we had met and knew before, while most were total strangers to us. We recognized a group of three that were chatting and laughing at something. Intrigued we headed for them. The group we joined were made up of subs Adam Disaronno, Tom Pecheur and Auguste Escoffier,
“What is so funny?" I asked with a grin.
“Satal is going to go for best slut prize tonight.” Adam replied.
Satal Keto is 22 years old and the resident carrot top, which is the envy of many of us. He is well educated and knows more about music than anyone here. He is always dazzling us with his endless body of weird facts. Satal is well known for his slutiness and he is damned good at it. He is a crowd pleas-er.
Adam is 20 years old and is without his b/f tonight, which is unusual. He is tall, thin with shoulder length light brown hair that hangs straight down. I heard he keeps in shape because he does a lot of bicycling. He was wearing a multicolored horizontally striped shirt that looked funky on him. He has long legs and his jeans seem to cling to him. He has very fair skin and doesn’t look like he can take any rough stuff, but you would be surprised at what he can take.
“Are the newbies ever going to be surprised!” replied Tom. “They will probably wait till near the end before introducing Satal, then they will find out what a slut Satal can be when challenged!”
Tom Pecheur is 22 years old and is working at learning how to become a good master. He has the most beautiful eyes and eyebrows I have ever seen. He is perfectly proportioned and gives me goose bumps whenever I see him. He is another nerd. He has a pilot’s license and has taken some of the guys up for a scenic tour of the city.
The third member of the trio that we have just joined is Aguste Escoffier. He is easy going and a terrific chef. He along with a girl friend own a fine dining establishment that master often frequents. He is strongly built and has long delicate fingers. Aguste learned his trade from his father who originally owned the dining room but let’s his son run the show now. He is 21 and has a passion for food prepared and served properly. He makes my mouth water just listening to him describing a meal he has prepared. His usual b/f and partner for the night is under the weather and won’t be here so he will compete with the rest of the subs for the nights prizes. Auguste usually takes the part of the dom when his b/f is with him.
Many people wore varying degrees of dom/sub gear, some are comfortable just wearing a pair of runners.
We noticed across the room that a few people were gathering to watch a dom work his sub. We recognized the dom as Nathan Testudines, well actually a dom in training and his b/f who is 100 percent sub called Joey Wheeler. Nathan has a keen sense of humour and he is a bit of a show off, but he has a big heart and he needs to learn a lot about sharing the spotlight as far as I’m concerned.
Joey is angelic and is totally infatuated with Nathan. I have seen Nathan party, leaving Joey alone, and that bothers me. I have mentioned this to my master on several occasions and wouldn’t you know it, there he was just behind me looking over my shoulder. I quickly stepped aside so that he could get up front, closer to the action. Master Chris was re-applying the ball gag to Eddy and they were off somewhere. Nathan saw my master standing there observing his work and I think Nathan let the fact that, a well regarded master was observing him work, go to his head. Master was cautioning him about the proper way to tie the ropes around the neck, arms and shoulders so as to prolong circulation as much as possible but Nathan had just boasted how well he could tie his sub up and I guess he wasn’t prepared to back down. He made the fatal mistake of ignoring sound advice. Master spoke words of encouragement in a low voice, not to embarrass Nathan but Nathan just smiled and pretended not to hear him. Master stepped back and I was one of the few that realized that he was furious. His nostrils flared and he got very quiet. We moved back and observed the scene from a distance.
As predicted, after anchoring Joey to the wall Nathan left him alone to go boast about his prowess to whoever would listen. I thought master was going to drag Nathan back by his hair, instead he moved close to Joey’s ear and had a short conversation with him that I couldn’t hear, but found myself wondering if master knew Joey in the past because Joey listened intently to master and wasn’t the least bit intimidated, in fact, they seem to get along very well and it looked like Joey agreed with master over something because he was nodding his head emphatically.
“Gentlemen!” Mr. Leonard Glass yelled. “Welcome to theme night at Neck Constraint” he continued with a grin. The sound of chatting diminished and people were moving towards him. Master Glass was the coordinator for tonight’s events and always had something wild up his sleeve. He intoned, “I have devised a scheme to help you veterans and you newbies of our esteemed kink club, ” as he gazed around grinning at everyone, “to meet and greet for a short period of time before we start our main event”, he continued. “I have here, beside me", pointing to the box on the floor, “a box filled with clothes pegs held together in pairs by a rubber”. “What you do with the rubber is your business”, he chuckled with an evil grin, “but here is what I ask that you do with the pegs.” After the laughter died down somewhat, he continued to say, “Each pair has the same number penciled on the inside. You are to grab a pair and pin it on yourself . . . “, he stopped talking and looked around, then said “ yes, masochists and non-masochists included!”, evoking a hearty laugh on his part.
Master Leonard went on to say “You are to exchange one of your pegs with another person in the room by removing a peg from your body and pinning it on theirs and he is to remove a peg from his body and pin it on yours. The person has no choice and must exchange with you. You are to move around the room exchanging pegs with as many different participants as possible”, and after a pause with his head slightly tilted and a grin ready to burst into a chuckle he continued his instructions. “I suspect that many of you will want to exchange one or both of your pegs sooner than later if the last exchange placed the peg in a less than comfortable position on your body”. “I hope we get everyone here into the spirit of the game and I’ll be around to coax you by pinning a pair on you in less than desirable places if you don’t have them already” he threatened amicably, which of course created different reactions depending on who you were, keeping in mind who our community is made up of. He further intoned “At the end of , oh!, let’s say an hour or so, we will gather around and I will call out the numbers one by one and I will ask that the persons who have that number raise their hand so that we know which pair of pegs ended up with whom. Remember, you have two pegs so more than likely you will be sharing your numbered peg with two different people, and if you cheated I will whip you severely!" everyone laughed and you could feel the tension leaving the room. He had more to say, “After we finish going through all the numbers, I will randomly choose a number and the pair it belongs to will get to participate in however way they choose in tonight’s main event”. He finished with, “Off you go my band of warriors!” “And remember!”, he shouted, “it’s to be all in good fun!”.
Master looked at me with a nefarious smile and clearly but subtly indicated that I was to participate. I displayed an air of reluctance which belied my true feelings of excitement which I knew my master had already seen through. I retrieved a matching set of pegs and immediately pinned them to my erect nipples. I did this to please my master as he expected it of me. Others who were far better at this than me attached it to their penis or balls, and even one guy attached them to his bottom lip. Many of the newbies were advised to attach them in less sensitive places, at least to start off with.
I wandered about with Eddy while our masters, who did not take part, watched us from a quiet corner of the room. Eddy headed for his favorites and I did the same. I got interrupted many times trying to get to the dudes I really liked, but such is the game. Of course master TD found me and took his time to firmly attach a peg to my ball sac, fondling unnecessarily all the while. I was thinking of placing one on his eyelid but instead placed it on his right ear lobe and smiled. He left to pursue others and I noticed a shy one in the corner. I angled towards him exchanging with two other guys on the way.
“Hi”, I said to the dude, with what I hoped was a disarming smile. He responded, “Hi” with a shy smile and quietly asked, “Are you a slave or a sub?”. After pondering a while over his question I looked him in his pale blue eyes and said proudly, “I am a slave”.
“I kinda thought so”, he responded, “I have been watching you and your friend since you arrived. I don’t mean any disrespect by that, I am just naturally inquisitive”. “That’s OK dude, don’t sweat it”, I said. I reached for one of my pegs, looked at him and placed it on his left nipple, after I took the time to firm it up, his nipple that is. He is not as tall as I am, probably around five foot ten or so, but he was well built and though he is shy he is not a pushover. He waited until i was done and with a steady hand, removed one of his and placed it in my right hand. I was taken aback and a little at a lost for what to say. I stared at the contents of my right hand and eventually managed to say, “that’s not following the rules”. Without a word he retook the peg out of my hand and proceeded to attach it to the fatty skin of my chest and then stood back in a perfect relaxed position. What did he mean by this? I was getting a little flustered and blurted out, “I just said I was a slave, you can’t be mine!”. He looked at me with with incredible innocence and said, “I am sorry if I offended you, that was not my intention sir, I merely wished to demonstrate my willingness to do whatever you liked to do”. I was astonished at this answer and had to think of exactly what he meant by it. In consternation, I realized it was beyond me. I started to think he was having it over me but his eyes removed all suspicion of this. “Look”, I said, “I can’t help you but I know someone who might be able to. After the game, seek me out and I will introduce you to my master. I promise nothing, understood?. His face lit up and he gushed, “Thank you sir! I will find you at the end of the game”, and he trundled off to mingle with other gamesters. I shook my head and Eddy rejoined me asking, “What was that all about?” “I don’t know but I think we may have a new recruit”, I replied with a look of amazement, only now realizing that is exactly what it looked like.
Just then, master Leonard our MC, announced that the game was up and could we please gather round. After the stragglers assembled master Leonard started the revelations, “All right, you can now remove your pegs and look at the numbers that were penciled inside. Who has number 100? Raise your dicks errr, hands”, he slyly corrected. Three players raised their hands and we all acknowledged their presence. The revelations continued and I suddenly hoped that I didn’t have one of master TD’s numbered pegs. I sighed with relief that I didn’t. I was paired with a newbie I didn’t know or meet and a regular sub that I knew to be decent. When a number which Eddy held was called, everyone expected something completely different and he obliged by grabbing him, lifting him up off the ground, kissing him and proceeding to dance with him. Eddy was rather straight acting, that’s what made it all uproarious and most especially his pair was a notable master. I noticed, what I will call the shy guy because I was too dumbfounded to ask his name, had paired with master TD. Shy guy immediately went to shake his hand, no doubt to tell him thank you in the politest of terms. He was starting to grate on me, though he was very easy to look at. After the last number was revealed, master Leonard reached into a hat and pulled a small piece of paper out and said “Right then, the winner of the clothes peg prize is .... number 139! Raise your hands 139!" A hand went up and everyone clapped for Aguste Escoffier, then people looked around and slowly a hand went up who I couldn’t quite see but then to my surprise it turned out to be the shy guy. Master Leonard,momentarily got our attention by declaring that, “Very well, you two will follow me to get ready for tonight’s main event which will start in”, looking at his watch, “ forty five minutes”. He then shuffled off with his two acolytes in tow. The shy guy looked a little tormented but I signaled with my hand that he was not to worry, after which he looked apologetic and shrugged his shoulders. Sidling up to me I suddenly heard the words of my master, and as the game was over I started to worry if I had mis-stepped somewhere but all my master said to me was, “What’s with you and the young man you just waved to?” I immediately straightened out and got into relaxed mode and hastily replied, “I think he wants to become a true slave sir”. “Oh!, you do Richard”, he stated raising an eyebrow. “And, may I inquire as to how you know that?”, he said with even tones that made my hair rise in the back of my head. Thinking fast I responded with, “If I may be so bold sir, I did say I think he did”. “Yes Richard”, he broke into a smile and said, “that remains to be seen”. Returning to his familiar all business stance he commanded, “We shall proceed with the demonstrations”, and turned towards the designated part of the room that had been specifically reserved for his use. I followed closely behind him. The fairly large area was cordoned off and I had to temporarily unsnap one of the ropes to allow us in. Master Symeon, the owner of the club, and a good friend of master, had asked him to demonstrate hand slaps between the contest and the main event, this my master was pleased to do. Of course you know who was the guinea pig. After all those that were interested gathered around, and there was a considerable number as master was widely respected and had the patience and alacrity to demonstrate difficult manoeuvrings. He started off by saying, “How you slap a person does not just depend on where you slap them but also the position they are in”. “Take for instance a slap to the facial area”, he placed his hand under my jaw and holding firmly he demonstrated a sideways thrust to my right cheek as he was standing askance of me, looking at me and then at the audience. We had practiced this and therefore I was waiting for the maneuver and did not flinch as I stood in relaxed mode. In a soft voice he intoned, “Present”, to which, by automatic reflex, I stood in the present position. To the uninitiated, this position is where you place your hands entwined at the back of your head with your shoulders back, arms parallel with your body and your chest out, feet spread slightly apart. (auth. note. Slave positions are not universal and are described and named by individual groups and masters.) “Now then let’s see what happens if I use the same maneuver as before. Demonstrating this to show that there was much less area available for a slap than if my head was leaning forward as before. “Proper slapping requires that you concentrate, keep your fingers and thumb together with your hand as open as possible, like a paddle if you will, and the landing must be on the fattest part of the anatomy you are attacking.”, he intoned to the students. “In the face, it is the area between the cheek and jaw bones, like this”, whereupon he slapped me dead on target, which definitely stung but I exhibited no reaction, stood in position and kept my eyes staring forward. ”You must also anticipate what reaction your sub is likely to have in order to be aware of and remove the possibility of any kind of collateral damage”, he intoned. With a more serious tone he looked at the crowd rather sternly and said, “Should you be sloppy and miss the the cheek, you could cause serious damage by breaking his jaw or nose, which is not desirable. You could also of course injure your hand quite severely”. In a lighter tone, ”By the way, many of you will recognize that these methods and precautions I am describing could apply to generally all types of corporal play” . Master continued to move down my body indicating other areas that were sensitive but lent itself well to eroticism for the dom and the sub. Of course master would not think of a demonstration without actually doing it in order to lend credence to what he was saying. “How did that feel?” he asked me. “Very good sir!” I replied instantly in a strong voice sporting what I felt was a satisfied face, all without moving from my position. Master chuckled and looked around to the crowd and eschewed, “No doubt he would have physically shown his satisfaction if he wasn’t wearing a chastity device under those cut offs”, he smiled knowingly. The majority of the audience chuckled but I distinctly heard some groan. Alas, the demonstration was all too soon over and the main characters for tonight’s show were assembling in the middle of the hall. My master let me relax and then said “You may go and watch the show”, slapping me on my touche as I walked towards the crowd circling around tonight’s volunteers.
There were six volunteers, three puppies and there doms. The first couple I recognized as Auguste and the shy guy, and it came as no surprise that Auguste played the part of the puppy and naturally his partner played the part of the dom. What was a surprise and consternation to me was that the shy guy was playing the part of the dom. kink works wonders I thought to myself with a shrug. The second couple was made up of guys I didn’t recognize; however, it was easy to make out the puppy in the third couple as it was no other but Eddy, lead by Adam. What a hilarious combination. This should be a lot of fun. Clearly master Chris new this would happen, and I laughed until my ribs hurt at the site of Eddy trying to perform his usual antics while blind in one eye! The leaders led their dogs around the room, sniffing and licking with everyone basically participating in the game.
Then came the surprise some of us knew and had been waiting for, the sneaky entrance of Satal Keto and his handler. What a surprise to find that the owner master Symeon was leading Satal into the room. Now I have to tell you that Satal was a sight to be seen. He had a puppy mask with wet nose bulb, what looked like a large diamond studded color that was just sparkling red and white colors to anyone that focused on it. He was wearing some kind of wide stretchable material that attached to his collar and spread down his back, rolled between his butt cheeks and around his tail and ended anchored to his cock ring. It looked like some kind of animal fur and people were prompted to pet him there. I did and it felt smooth and no doubt gave him a good feeling too. He had authentic looking dog paws attached to his hands and feet, complete with nasty looking claws that he seemed to be able to use quite effectively on the unwary. I mentioned his tail, all the puppies wore tails made by attaching a stiff coil to each puppy’s butt plug, made to look like a thin dog’s tail. Now Eddy might be entertaining but Satal was El Supremo when it came to puppy play. He pranced around the room and attacked those that weren’t paying attention by gnawing at their ankles, which I have to tell you, generally provoked a yelp from the owner of the leg. He would randomly bark at the other puppies, and in this, no one could argue that he didn’t sound like a bitch! Should a puppy he was barking at ignore him, Satal would quickly and effectively, to everyone’s amusement, mount the wayward puppy. Satal had more tricks up his sleeve, and I am sure by prior arrangement, he urinated on a few dom boots then proceeded to lick them off. Needless to say that Satal was the star attraction agreed to by all. The MC for the night introduced and congratulated the players and thanked them heartily for being such good sports. It was then that I learned the shy boy’s name is Greg Mansfield.