Fetish + BDSM Fiction

The faggot drove the SUV to Oakland Airport and parked. Checking the time the faggot grabbed the envelope with the letters written in big black marker and went to the arrivals building and waited. It watched the flight board until it saw the new slaves trainee’s plane had landed. The faggot had seen a picture of the slave on MASTER’S computer so it knew who it was looking for. Still the faggot held up the envelope with the letters on it. It wasn’t a name, it was an abbreviation of the MASTER’S training facility. After a few minutes the prospective slave came through the exit. He looked like the picture and was dressed as instructed and carrying only a small bag. The slave trainee approached the faggot and said “you the ride?” The faggot nodded and opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to the slave. slave, This is one of MY faggots. It does not have permission to speak. Here are the instructions: Follow the faggot to its car. Take a photo of the license plate...

About 30 minutes ago SIR’S Alpha Boy had come downstairs and unhooked it from the corner of the basement and led it over to the weight bench. The Alpha directed it to lay down on its back, with its head hanging over the edge, so it was looking up at the ceiling. Using duct tape the Alpha proceeded to bind it to the bench. Wrists were taped together under the bench, ankles were taped to the bench legs, and so were its calves. More duct tape went around its waist and chest securing it to the bench. The Alpha did something to the chain at the back of its collars so it could not lift its head. The Alpha went upstairs and left it on the bench for a while. Maybe an hour elapsed and both SIR and Alpha came downstairs. Even looking at them upside down the faggot couldn’t help admire these two MEN. SIR and Alpha were Muscle Gods, and it served and worshipped Them They stood near faggot so faggot had to look up to see them. Then the training began. Alpha took a jockstrap that was in a plas...

By thebondageboss Hello? Hi, I’m calling from Freight Center Shipping, could I please speak with Mr. Smith Speaking. Hi Mr. Smith, as I mentioned I’m calling from Freight Center Shipping regarding a shipment we have for you. A shipment? I’m sorry, you must be mistaken, I haven’t ordered anything recently. Heh, I know. If you’ll forgive me, this is where it gets a little weird. Weird? Yes um, you see on this order there is actually a note stating that the sender is aware that you weren’t expecting this delivery and we were to contact you in order to arrange a time when we can deliver it to your residence. That is kind of weird. Does it say who it’s from? Well, I don’t know if it’s a business name or what but the bill of lading actually says “Unknown Sender”. By any chance does that sound like anything you’re familiar with? “Unknown Sender?” No I’m afraid not. I didn’t think so, but I was kind of hoping. It has a couple of us at the office kind of curious. At any rate though, that brings...