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Subject: {ASSM} 1st attempt - " Life of 'p' " - heavy msub - F/m, M/m, ws, an, fist etc.
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Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 03:10:02 -0400
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1st attempt - should I carry on?



Life of 'n'



Codes: msub, FDom, Mdom, ws, scat, anal, fist, cbt, humil -
y'know, all the fun stuff!

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"Get your lazy ass in here this minute!"



His ass was anything but lazy he thought as he put down the
riding boot the had been cleaning with his fingers, teeth
anything but a tool too make sure it was ready for inspection,
swallowing all evidence of filth



He crawled as quickly as he could to the sound of Lady M's
imperious voice. The huge ring running through the head of his
grotesquely stretched cock clamored against the spotless granite
floor of the kitchen, and then more softly when he reached the
finely oiled oak floors of the foyer.  He didn't hesitate when he
sensed her presence above him and gently dove into position in
front of her perfectly manicured bare feet which were soiled from
walking in the magnificent gardens



Lady M's delicate yet deceptively strong hand held the huge
banister for balance by habit, flipping through the day's mail. 
The door knocker that his ring resembled skittering as he
positioned himself, ass high up facing her, chest, arms and face
pressed against the floor.  'p' hoped he had rinsed himself
thoroughly enough earlier to make his task quicker, she was an
impatient woman.



Glancing down, she pressed her foot past the 4 large rings
piercing his swollen asslips, twisting as she went until her
entire foot was lodged in his rectum, the toes almost reaching to
his colon.  She loved how the glove of his ass sent a warm glow
through her, enveloping like a hot towel.  She wiggled her toes
and rotated her foot to make sure every surface was gently
scrubbed.



p hoped she hadn't nicked one of her toenails since the last time
he had trimmed them, just 2 days earlier.  It was his
responsibility to make sure he wasn't injured during this all
procedures visited upon his slave body, his betters were exactly
that and he knew it - his well being was too lowly a concern for
his exalted masters.



As Lady M withdrew her perfectly formed foot p spun around his
rail thin but lithe body showing all his sinews.  Like rehearsed
dancers he delicately received her foot and carefully tongued off
the remnants of her walk and ass his slime until it was spotless.
  He found a few bits of his own shit under a nail here and
there.  After performing this chore countless times for her and
so many others be didn't even notice.  The butt rings clanked as
sat to the task.  His inner tissues were permanently somewhat
distended, the cool of the floor felt good.



The mail was typical for a woman of her position, the long time
partner and lover of the area's leading Master.  Fawning 
invitations from social climbers, boring solicitations from slave
applicants, parents offering their unborn.  All hoping to move up
in the hierarchy.  Even through she had been with Master Jay for
10 years, since she was 9, she never ceased to be amazed at how
effortlessly he kept the community operating so smoothly.  His
wealth, position by birth and enormous 7 foot presence made him
frightening but it was his wisdom, fairness and adherence to the
rules that made everyone respect him.  No one more than p, who
now felt her 2nd foot deep in his anal washing machine.



She set down the mail and feeling playful decided to have some
fun with p.



"Why weren't you waiting for me?", a sly tone in her voice.



"The boots, m'Lady, the boots were very dry today."  The ball of
her foot found his prostate and began pressing hard on it
rhythmically.



"That what your piss is for, stupid.  You didn't waste any did
you?"  She was right, she was always right.  He had forgotten to
take his canteen during his pre-dawn run.  ½ way through, 5 miles
away from the castle his bladder was bursting and he wasted his
fluids against a bush.  He had prayed he wouldn't get caught.



After much trial and error the inner group had all come to know
his capacities and bodily rhythms, and once known were expanded,
as was the case with all the permanent slaves.  If he was
required to serve as toilet to just the inner group on a given
morning, he needed to have his bladder emptied by noon and bowels
by 2.  ½ hour would be subtracted for each guest. All his piss
was saved for specific cleaning jobs, the ones that required his
mouth.  He was almost done picking and eating his way through the
manure and caked mud from her riding boots and lost track of time
when she returned.



"Yes, m'Lady.  2 guests used me until 4 in the morning, I forgot
my  canteen."  She was pressing so hard on his little nut that he
was now fully prone.  She loved milking male slaves this way and
was rewarded when his pent up semen began drooling out around his
ring.  Her delicate arch looked lovely framed by his steel ass
rings as they danced from her pummeling.  He could feel a faint
sense of arousal in his cock as she began bouncing on that long
abused organ.  His entire lower tract was heavily calloused from
years of use.  Only extreme physical activity got through to his
libido, though mental degradation still to this day kept him
servile and wanting more.



The pool of semen looked to her as large as it was going to get,
she had emptied him.  Again in tandem, as he felt her withdraw he
spun and cleaned the 2nd foot.



"What are we going to do with you?!  This will have to be
reported I'm afraid."  Hoping for a reprieve for whatever the
consequence that may bring he redoubled his efforts at pleasing
her 2nd foot, using every nuance that may bring her pleasure.



"Silly boy, you know I have to, but since you've been good,
here."  She flicked his tattooed bald head with a finger,
signaling her kindness.



"Thank you m'Lady, thank you!"  he said he got into toilet
position #3, sitting legs straight out, butt on the floor,
straight arms supporting his upper body as tall as possible to
lessen an unladylike squat.  She settled her perfectly and
permanently hairless pussy over his mouth, heard the faint gasp
of his throat open and pissed right into his stomach past her
equally prodigious piercings.  It sounded like the toilet he was,
gurgling deep within his bony frame.  He had learned to open his
esophagus so no master would have to hear him gumming through
whatever was in his mouth or struggling with huge phalluses or
other objects.



He then cleaned and dried her pussy with delicate blows or air,
the way one blows out a candle at a lover's nightstand.



And love her he did.  After all, she was his daughter.  She was
hoping her liquids would replace the squandered ones and help him
finish his tasks quickly but not until she was fully cleaned.  As
they had done since she was a baby and had begun grooming for a
good position in life, she shifted and sighed as she felt his
ridiculously stretched tongue snake deeply into her bowels.  His
tongue was also ringed, to assist scraping out what may be there,
lizard like.  At other times it was used for more diabolic uses.
Today she was quite packed and it took many mouthfuls to leave
her fresh. To gain better leverage and push against him, she put
her spotless heel on the spot where his penis intersected the big
cock ring, which bored through the corona of his nearly dead
penis.  She stood on it with all her weight.



p was surprised to find no cum that would have made her shit more
pliable, his mouth was still very dry.  When she was clear of
solids, he gathered whatever saliva he could find and gave her a
little spit enema, again gentling drying her at the end.



Lady M gathered the mail, and without a look back at him started
opening the more interesting correspondences.  p immediately
licked up the semen she had released as well as the butt slime he
had left, content with his life for the moment.  Taking a moment
to reflect, he pulled hard at the ½ inch thick studs in his
nipples.  He had been trained stretch all of his piercings and
body parts during off moments, it was a habit given to him so he
would never be idle, by his 1st trainers, his parents, since his
very 1st scrotal rings when he was 5.

--

His parents had led a very disappointing life.  This led to a
cruelty to p that was unimaginable.  Little p didn't realize at
the time that it would lead to his very fulfilling life as a
slave now.  He was given free reign to do whatever he pleased
until his 5th birthday.



He ran though fields and gardens with all the other children of
the domain. They played carefree without a thought in the world.
Little did he know that he and all the rest were being very
carefully watched for their natural tendencies.  When the little
girls made peepee on him he thought is was the most fun and
natural thing in world.  The children all giggled as they watched
him beg to be peed in the face -  he loved the pretty golden
liquid whether it came from the girl's undeveloped cunnies or the
fascinating hairless weewees of his so-called buddies.



He thought everyone felt as he did - he would even get little
boners when they asked him to clean their little behinds after
they'd had a shit in the barn.  He was free and thoughtless as he
ran his fingers through their poopoo and loved running it over
his own pink hairless penis and balls, laughing and showing off -
weren't they all the same?  Didn't their Mommies make them do the
same things at home too, make Daddy's big thingy shoot into
sister c's mouth or get an arm up into Mommy's ass all the way to
the chubby shoulder until she screamed, "Yes!  That's it, harder,
now!"



He would punch as hard as he could, and dreamed one day he would
be gobbled up in that gaping hole, warm and safe again inside
Mommy's body, surrounded by his favorite smells.



"Whew, that's wasn't easy"  Mommy would say, "I wish he would
grow that arm up quicker".



"You're too loose for me to fuck."  Dad would dejectedly mumble.
His pecker had been deemed too small to even bother modifying
even though they tried several things.  He was too old to stretch
by the time the kids were born so one time they had 2 dozen large
pearls inserted under the skin.  They ended up migrating into his
scrotum, leaving him even sadder because it looked even smaller
by comparison.  His penis was pierced with little ladders of
rings, spiraling from the base to the tip to add girth but the
weight made it hard for him to sustain a decent erection.



Both parents had started on the low rungs of the community and
were destined to stay there no matter how hard they tried. 
During festival they would get the bottom jobs like make the
animals cum with their mouths, asses or her stretched out old
cunt.  Collecting the aristocrat's waste buckets from the stadium
boxes exposed them to jeers and taunts.



"Hey Smith, let's see that useless little pecker, does it work
yet?  Ha ha - let's see it, the ladies need a laugh!"  Master M
loved making him pull down his briches, the giant cocked freak. 
Smith's pubic hair was removed in the hopes it would make his
penis look bigger but that just made it look more pathetic.



Master K stood on a chair and pulled the cod piece away from his
magnificent cock which was always hard.  His bush was as
luxuriant and rich as the finest mink.  "C'mere Smith, maybe if
you study enough you'll learn what it is to be a man!"



Yeah!  The crowd jeered Smith forward, chanting, "Learn,
learn...!"



Master M's cock was so hard and huge, the hole at the tip winked
at Smith.



"Take a closer look, tiny Smith, it wont bite!"  The ladies who
knew better giggled into their handkerchiefs.  Smith was pushed
forward until he was inches away from the 14" monster of
perfection.



"Lick it!  Lick it!"  They all cried out, the reigning Master M
look on from above on his throne and nodded to Smith to do so. 
Smith had no choice. Slowly, dying of embarrasement, he thought
no one knew of bi-sexuality, his tentatively snaked out his
tongue, hypnotized by the huge pee hole.



Sudenly it lurched at him!  The hole grabbed his tongue, nearly
pulling it out!  Peels of laughter rained down on poor Smith. 
This indeed was a Master 's cock!  This is why the fine ladies
will only be with them.  He was just a poor excuse for a man in
the face of his far superiors.



The giant cock tossed him back and forth like a fish on the line,
the urethra sucking his tongue in farther until the apple sized
cockhead burst into his mouth, stretching his jaws until they
creaked.



Tears of shame and panic flashed through his crying eyes, making
the aristocrats pull their piss boys and girls closer, they were
all peeing with laughter so hard the children could barely keep
up!



Smith felt K's huge hand at the back of his head, steadying him
as his tongue thankfully was released.  The laughter had settled
into giggles of anticipation.  Master K slowly pressed the fleshy
log deeper into Smith's mouth and then into his throat. The fur
of K's bush brought out a yearning in Smith - if only he had been
born better.  He loved and admired all of the higher ups so much!
 They were all gods to him.  The smell of this man and the power
of his masculinity overtook Smith.



The ladies were the 1st to notice, Smith was getting hard.  His
little hairless prick looked like a boy's standing straight out
as K turned Smith's throat into a pussy.  Harder and harder K
sawed in and out, Smith's cocklet raising with every humiliating
thrust.



One of the ladies whispered instructions to 2 of the piss boys,
whose eyes went huge with smiles when they heard their
instructions.  The naked imps jumped to action.  One behind K
licked and probed his asshole with a tiny tongue, the other spit
on his hand and started fingering Smith's asshole.



Smith was too locked onto K's mighty rod to do anything but be
aware of the public humiliation being visited upon him.



The crowd began to chant, "Cum, cum!" and K sped up his throat
fuck.



Smith's eyes were watering from emotion.  He loved finally
servicing a Master's cock, though he also would have loved more
than the little sips of air he was able to get from his nose.



Smith's boy was well trained and now had his arm in Smith's ass
and had a good grip on Smith's prostate, squeezing it like a
lemon for its juices.  K was driving for his orgasm now, holding
Smith hard with 2 fingers in either ear, pumping to the rythmn of
the chant, "Cum, cum!"   The boy licking his ass was so taken
with the moment he had started pinching hard his little cockhead
and tiny nipples, giving himself excruciating pain as he was
taught to do when excited.



K pulled the cock back and again caught Smith's tongue with his
pee hole. Now he was fucking the inside of his cock with the
tongue.  The tongue plunged deep inside that horse cock urethra
over and over, giving it the reaming only superiors can know.



Smith's butt boy knew the time was coming, he winked at his Lady
who nodded back.



With a mighty bellow all in the amphitheatre could hear, K came
with such force it blew Smith tongue back into his own stretched
throat!  He sputtered and coughed and was disoriented.  The boy
in his ass squeezed with all his might and everyone watched as
Smith's spurted a weak dribble of cum onto the stadium floor as
K's magnificent cock shot thick rich man juice into his face over
and over.  10 powerful squirts that drenched Smith's face and
shirt as if a bucket of heavy cream had overturned on his head.



The boy yanked away his arm and Smith fell to his knees.



The deafening roar of the crowd was too much for Smith - this was
the humiliation he had secretly craved for - being shown what a
sad little man he was to all.  Overcome, he gathered as much of
K's cum and instinctively rubbed into his bare little crotch,
hoping the power would somehow enter him.  From the floor he saw
K's cum covered feet.  Smith bent and slowly licked them clean as
he furiously jerked his cock, oblivious to the laughter of 100's
of people seeing his true nature.



Master K was understanding and let Smith continue.  He had many
slaves and knew their nature.  The big man was very giving,
letting Smith find himself among the cum and dirty feet of his
superior.  He let Smith jerk off even though seeing a lower
pleasure themselves is usually frowned upon.  At least he was
painfully humiliating himself.



Master M looked away and turned to his guests as did the rest of
the crowd, they'd all sees similar many times 1before.



Smith was pounding his little prick practically bloody - there
was no more cum to give but he kept at it, saying to himself over
and over, "Why can't it be us, why couldn't it have been me?"



Master K grew bored and did the merciful thing.  He lifted the
sole of his sandal to Smith's mouth, he knew he had stepped in
dog shit on his way over.



Smith smelled and finally tasted it, and finally had his
cheerless dry orgasm.



That night, Smith resolved to give his son a better life.


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