Slave to a Cock

I was naked, my bare skin pressed against the cold floor as I sit in a bowed position, my arms stretched out in front of me, my face down on the floor. I could feel goose bumps cover my body as I stayed perfectly still, listening to the sound of my breath, waiting. I had no idea what was going to happen, and how it would change my life forever.
It all started when a woman in a bar approached me. I was down on my luck, a college drop out, my parents kicked me out, I had no job experience and did not know what I was going to do, or where I would sleep that night. She introduced herself as Jasmine, she had beautiful long dark hair, smooth tanned skin, and she was dressed like a movie star. She was not more then a few years older then me, and I wondered how she could afford such expensive things. I wanted to be just like her. As we talked, she told me that she worked for an agency, a bit of a high-end escort service. They would set up “dates” with their clients; she would be given, a time and place, and any other important information. All she had to do was show up and have fun. She said most “dates” where wealthy businessmen that needed a date to some fancy event. On top of the great pay, the men usually took such a liking to her that they would buy her expensive gifts. It all sounded so glamorous, I could not wait to find out how I could start. Jasmine was kind enough to let me stay with her, and the next day she took me to the agency where I signed up with out hesitation.
It did not take long and the agency contacted me, they had a new client who was looking for a brand new girl, they gave me an address, a time, and a key. I was to let myself into the house and there would be further information there for me. I was so excited to get my first job, things where finally looking up.
Friday afternoon I arrived at the house, I unlocked the front door and inside found a note that said, “Take off all your clothes, bow down on the floor and wait, don’t move, don’t speak.” This was not at all, what Jasmine had described, I wondered if it was a joke. However, I knew that my being paid depended on the client being happy; I needed the money and could not afford to mess this up.
So here, I was, at the mercy of whoever it was that I was waiting for, wondering what I had got myself into as my skin got colder and my arms began to hurt from sitting like this for so long.
Then the door opened, I immediately looked up to see who it was. It was a man and he quickly shouted at me to put my head down on the floor. My heart pounded hard in my chest, I hoped I had not already upset him. He took his time removing his coat and boots, while I nervously sat there exposed.
He stood towering over me, and finally said, “So this must be from the agency. Well let’s get a good look at you. Stand up straight.”
Thank-full to move I quickly stood, but I had been down on my knees so long my body was stiff and sore to move.
“Bow your head” He commanded, and then proceeded to grab my tit’s, he squeezed both my nipples hard, causing me to say ouch, he laughed, then told me to turn around and bend over, when I did that he told me to spread myself open so he could get a good look at my fuck holes. He bent down to get a close look, then I felt his fingers spread my pussy open wider, and another finger probed my pussy, then it moved up to my ass hole and gently rubbed against it.
“I got an idea, you stay right there.” I listened to his foot steps move away through the house, stop and then come back. He knelt down behind me again, but this time there was a flash from a camera, he spread my pussy as far as he could and there was another flash, and a few more as he experimented with different angles with the camera. I heard him put the camera down and he told me to get down on my knees.
He grabbed my hair and started pulling me further into the house. “Ouch that hurts, can’t I walk?” I asked
“No, and no talking.” He said firmly. He took me into the bathroom and put me in the shower, laying me down on my side. He pulled out his cock, and I felt his hot urine on my cold skin, he slowly moved his stream up and down my body, completely covering me in piss. I was scared to say anything, so I just laid there. He put his cock back in his pants and walked away, turning out the light and closing the door.
I laid there in the dark shivering; the urine was now cold and smelled. For the next few hours I stayed that way, every now and then he would come back in and spray me with more of his piss, and then he would leave again, with out a word. Once he came in and insisted on holding his cock close to my pussy and ass hole so that he could completely cover them in his piss.
I lay with my face in a pool of cold urine, my body sticky from it, the smell starting to dull as I got used to it. When he finally came in, stared at me for a moment and then said, “Well that should about do it. My piss has soaked into your skin so deep now that every dog in the neighborhood will know you are my property.” He turned on the shower and handed me soap, “Clean up bitch.” He stood there watching me as I tried to wash off the urine. When I finished he threw me a towel to dry myself.

He had taken me into a bedroom, I sat on the floor, my legs folded under me, as he stood over me and explained. I was his slave; I would not speak without permission. I was to remain on my hands and knees unless told otherwise. If he did not require my services, I was to remain bowed at his feet ready to serve him. Any defiance against an order would only make it worse. He pulled his cock out of his pants and exposed it to me; it was the master now. I was never to look up at his face only his cock. I was required to fulfill It’s every need. If I were to address him, it would be only as “yes master”.
“Do you understand?” He asked
“Yes Master.” I said making sure to direct it at his cock and not look any higher.
“Good, now I noticed you have not shaved around your pussy. That cannot be permitted. Go back to the bathroom and fill a bowl with warm water, gather the razor and the shaving cream and bring it all back here. And remember you are to stay on your knees.”
“Yes Master.” I crawled on my hands and knees back to the bathroom, found what I needed and carefully brought it back while I struggled to walk on my knees.
He had me lie on the bed and spread my legs, he then gently proceeded to shave my entire pubic area, had me bend over, and he finished by shaving even the crack of my ass. The sight of my shaven-exposed pussy must have turned him on, because with out warning I felt his cock push deep inside me, slowly. Then he slowly pulled it back out. Then quicker he pushed it in again, he grabbed hold of my hips and started pounding his cock into me as hard as he could, till finally he came and his cock grew tired. He laid down on the bed, and commanded me to clean his cock off with my mouth. I obediently bent over him and took his cock in my mouth cleaning off the cum, then I licked his balls getting any that might have got on them. He held my head against his genitals, and told me to lie down. He continued to hold my head with his cock and balls pressed against my face as he rested, he wanted to make sure I knew my place.

“Well we’ve only just begun; time to get on with your training. Follow me.” He commanded. I crawled on my hands and knees following behind him as he led me back to the bathroom. I felt myself sink inside, did more training mean lying in urine for hours again?
“Come on in to the shower.” He said. I crawled in slowly, as if taking my time would change anything. I lay down again, dreading the smell. “Sit up bitch.” He ordered. I folded my legs under me, and bowed my head, waiting for it to come. He held his cock in his hands pointing it at me “Look at your master slave.” I looked at his cock; it was practically eye level with me, and only inches away. He continued to talk “Tell me slave, did you taste my piss while I soaked your body?”
“Yes Master, a little. “ I said softly.
“Do you want to taste some more?”
“No Master” I was still starring at his cock, I could see the tiny hole that his piss shot from pointing right at my face.
His voice got low and deep “What did you call me?” I had angered him.
“I mean Yes Master, I mean no,” I stumbled to find the right words “I mean Yes Master, but I do not want to taste some more.”
“Open your mouth.” He almost shouted. I remembered his warning about not obeying; I quickly opened my mouth, shutting my eyes tightly. “Look at your master. You forget who is in control,” he ordered. I opened my eyes and starred at his cock, it seamed to be starring right back at me. I waited for it to come, just wanting to get it over with. He waited, torturing me with suspense, and then suddenly his yellow stream came spraying straight into my mouth. I could taste the warm bitter fluid in my mouth, I tried not to gag, and I spat it back out as quickly as it entered. The stream stopped abruptly. “You’re not drinking it.”
“Yes Master, I taste your piss.”
He grabbed the back of me head and pulled it into his groin “You see this cock?” he said angrily
“Yes Master.”
“You will do what ever this cock tells you to do; you will drink whatever comes out of it. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master” I said trying not to cry.
He let go of my head and in a calm voice said, “Now let’s try this again.”
“Yes Master”
“Lean your head back and open your mouth.” I did exactly as I was told. He rested the head of his cock on my lips and ever so slowly he filled my mouth, talking in an almost soothing voice he said “don’t swallow, don’t spit it out. That’s a good girl.” When my mouth was full, he told me to close my lips, and hold the piss in my mouth. “Do you like the taste now?” There was only one answer he wanted, and I gave it to him nodding my head up and down.
“That’s a good girl, now you can swallow.