threw the dead slave away and had Manuel close his fly before getting up
and taking up position right behind him.
Jamie and all the other new slaves were absolutely terrified and more
than one, including Jamie, had pissed themselves with fear. All waited
in terror for Master's next words. First, however, Master called for
number 59 who scampered over as fast as his hobbled feet would allow.
Without speaking a word Master removed number 59's penis gag, which
proved to be both outrageously long and wide. Number 59 knew what was
expected of him and he dropped to his knees as gracefully as the chain
connecting his ankles would allow, which wasn't very graceful, more like
a nasty fall. He then leaned forward and began licking the floor clean,
not only eating the shit and piss from the now dead slave, but also the
piss spilled by the terrified newcomers.
Only when number 59 had finished cleaning the floor and was once again
standing behind Master, his gag strapped securely in place, did Master
speak: "You exist only to please me; nothing else," he said, "remember
that always. If you are very, very good you might replace Manuel, but
you will have to prove that you are a better cocksucker, have a more
inviting ass and that you are a better slave than him in order for that
to happen." Jamie swallowed involuntarily. Having seen the superbly
graceful and skilled slave boy in action Jamie thought that was nearly
impossible. "If you fail at that you might be good enough to become one
of my devoted house-slaves, like number 59," Master continued, "but you
will have to be very skilled and obedient to be allowed to join them."
The prospect of becoming a castrated rubber-slave as a reward for good
behavior was hard to swallow, but the alternative Master outlined was
even worse: "If you fail at both your fate will be like the bitch I just
strangled. Only you can't expect to get off that easily. Be good,
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