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Chapter 3.
The bathroom area was enormous with black mirror like tiling up to the ceiling with large powerful spot lights shining down at each of the six cubicles with two or three metres between each, the floor was tiled in large unpolished flagstones and large drains and evacuation canals. To the other end of this space there was a large square tub and a small sauna type box.
Each of the cubicle had specific shower heads at varying heights from overhead to cock and ball height.
The one of interest to me had a flexible pipe with a small cock shaped stainless steel tube shower head that I could see was designed for deep and comfortable insertion into my tight virgin cunt. I played with it for a while, adjust temperature and pressure so as to get it just right.
Mister John had wandered away and was busy setting up a rather large and cumbersome camera on a large wooden tripod. He was just moving the camera around to find the best position to photograph me. Large flashlights went on and I could feel them starting to heat the surrounding area.
I started to wash down using abundant amounts of soap and shampoo being careful to show my body full front to the camera and to show off my solid erection. The camera started clicking and continued with occasional pauses to replace the film.
Once full of soap my body felt so warm and my skin so smooth and silky, feeling the eye of the camera on me I knew I had to give a good show, this was so much fun, and excitement having totally forgotten the fierce caning I had received earlier.
Now my crack and cunt were well soaped and lubricated I stopped the shower and soaped up the shower head covering it with liberally with thick creamy body shampoo then placed it between my sensitive cheeks the dick shaped head slipping easily along the crack, it just felt so good. Then I applied gently pressure at the entrance to my cunt, it was tight and needed some coaxing, the lubricant was doing its job, I bent my body a little to easy the passage as I felt the nob head pass through the muscle barrier and into the inner sanctum. The pleasure was intense as little by little I applied more pressure to ease the instrument back and forth to take it deeper and deeper inside me, I was in a trance swaying to and fro my eyes closed, groaning lightly.
The full length of the head was now comfortably inside me and my hand moved to operate the shower tap, I turned it slightly hearing the water filling the pipe, then I felt the warm water fill deep inside me and gradually fill my fuck hole, it filled and built up pressure, my hand regulated the flow with slight adjustments to the tap. I tightened my muscles to retain the water as much as possible feeling small uncontrolled releases of water evacuating down my inner thighs, my bowels were now full and I withdrew the head and felt further excess water running down my legs and I struggled to tighten my cunt to retain what I could.
I was feeling good and warm, confident that my decision to be a sex slave to this man was right for me, that he loved my svelte beautiful young body and would use it wisely. Deep inside my psyche, my sub conscious I just knew I was meant to belong, serve, and give pleasure. I needed him to own my body and soul, to possess every fibre and infiltrate every neuron of my brain. For that I needed to obey without question or hesitation. I wanted him for my Master.
His latex gloved hand was sliding across my cheeks and fingering my cunt provoking the uncontrolled discharge of water out of my body. I let out a moan of undiluted pleasure feeling my body tremble and weaken, he whispered in my ear “FAY you are a slut, you belong to your Master and to him alone. You no longer exist except through him and you no longer think or act except through him.” His tongue licked my ear and penetrated my ear with force.
I sighed deeply and replied, “Mister John I am a slut, yes I belong to my Master.”
He took me through two more wash outs and rinses showing me how to get deep and increasing water pressure to be confident of having a clean cunt ready for Master’s use. He fingered me easily first with one then two fingers more lube then three fingers, forcing gradually to dilate. It was so good my hips undulating to encourage his access.
It was now early evening when we were done, and I asked if I could pee directly in the shower and it was then I learnt that I was to do all my needs in a latrine inside my cell keeping everything for Master’s inspection and use. “So, return to your cell and do what you need and return to me here, I will watch you through the window.” Was the answer I received.
On my return I found him on the phone at the kitchen bar and he made a sign for me to join him. I stood beside him as he continued his conversation, “yes Jean I do understand but he’s nineteen now and wants to go his own way and it will be such a pleasure for me to help him, just let me take care of him, he will have nice lodgings and everything he needs…..ah here he is now Jean, just out of the shower, have a quick word with him and we’ll arrange to pick up his things tomorrow afternoon around three p.m. …… I think Alfred and the boys are out then, so we can talk too…. Great thanks Jean…. here’s Philip.” He was talking to my Mother and handed me the phone, I was gobsmacked as I greeted her, “hello Mum, all right?”
Mister Johns hands were on me again, from across my breasts tweaking my nipples, spreading my legs with his knee, my cock was hard again as I tried to reassure my mother on the phone “sure mum, John is a wonderful man and he is helping me so much with this new flat and says he can possibly find me a good job with an engineering company looking for electrical engineers and they would train me and everything. I’m really happy about it but I need to prove to him that I can apply myself.”
John’s hands were again on my cock head massaging with his fingertips. “But mum you know I can do this, you must help me every way you can, this means such a lot to me. Please mum.”
Her voice on the phone seemed to be less tense and anxious as she enquired after John, asking if I liked him if he could be trusted and what he did for a living. I explained to her simply that he was good to me and I trusted him implicitly and he was an industrialist with enormous influence. “He seemed quite charming when I met him, is he married?”
“Mum, please I have to go now as we are going out shortly, we’ll come by tomorrow afternoon to pick up my things. Bye mum, love you.” I hung the phone up and leaned gently against John for comfort.
He pushed me away gently saying “your mother is a nice-looking woman, I’ll pay her a visit tomorrow afternoon and pick up your things at the same time.”
“Now I need to take you for your tattoo, Master Pete has given me your new number you must be very proud.”
“From now on you will be slave number 695-175-257 and that is your only real identity. Are you happy now?” I replied quickly “Yes, Mister John I’m proud and happy to be slave number 695-175-257.” My mind was relieved and elated to know that I was now my Masters property and he would take care of me.