Chapter five - that first day
Kath was the surprising one, I didn't think she'd go along with it, but once my credit card was produced form Sir's pocket she got right into it immediately spending several hundreds of pounds on shoes, makeup and outfits. Sir on the other hand chose some clothes but mostly video games, and blu rays. I stood as ordered in the corner for most of the day, trembling and quietly weeping to myself.
I was ordered to put on Sir's used footy shorts, and vest top from the day before. They smelt bad and sweaty from the exercise and fitted me improperly.
"walk down the fucking shop fag and buy your meals from now on, 48 cans of dog food do it now" Sir commanded taking £20 out of my wallet and throwing it at me, he placed the wallet in his pocket. "and buy that cheap value shit not any fucking premium make looser, I want the change returned."
It was a good two mile walk to the nearest shop, I was acutely aware that I smelt bad, both of stale sweat and of Sirs cum and piss soaked in to the panties I was wearing underneath. I was also aware that the vest rode high on my back and shorts low so people could see I was wearing panties. My face was red and swollen from the beating, my arms and shoulders bruised from the belting and my knees red from kneeling. I was so fucking embarrassed. What should it do? I did the only thing I could, I walked the four mile round trip, trying to hide my shame, returning an hour and half later to find Sir fucking Maam on the settee in the living room.
"here bitch" Sir shouted, I placed the tins down by the front door and Sir moved around on the settee laying back down legs spread "kiss my ass and thank me for providing you the direction you need while my girl rides my cock"
Kath giggled as I got on my knees in front of him in the settee and followed his orders, Kath gingerly stood over him and lowered her wet cunt onto his glistening cock head and rode. I could smell her pussy as I worked Sir's hole with my tongue, kissing and caressing it, worshipping it. He let a large fart out and pulled my face in deeper.
"sniff that faggot" he grunted as Kath sniggered, moaned and sniggered more.
Kath bounced hard and deeper down on Sir's fat easily 9 inch cock and in response I dug my tongue in his deeper to his hole tasting his tangy shit. He begun to tense up, moan and breath heavily; he was moments away from shooting his wad.
"hold it" he said to Kath "i'm gonna shoot, I want to give this cunt its first corrective therapy session."
With that he lifted Kath up of his massive tool and shot his spunk over her pouting moist lips
"Here fag clean my dick, then clean that pussy, if you don't make her cum you'll feel pain like none before"
I willingly lifted my head up and deep throated Sir, taking the spoils of his creamy load deep inside me, for one moment I will in heaven as I worked his cock. Bam, a back hander again, "clean fuck wit, not enjoy! Get to work on that pussy you fucking freak"
Kath smiled, rolled over on her back and opened her legs, the sight was repulsive, I hesitated - BAM, BAM, BAM. "fucking do it looser or I'll fucking bust your nuts" screamed Sir.
I complied shutting my eyes as I pushed my face into her crotch; the smell of pussy and cum overwhelming me. I used my tongue to explore my first pussy trying to find a way to pleasure her. It took an hour or so before I pleased her enough for her to cum, she was so wet at the end of it a patch had formed on the settee.
"you'd better lick that clean to fag" Sir said pointing to the patch "then get on and do you chores, n get those shorts and vest off"
Compliantly I took the clothes off, took them with me to the kitchen with the dog meat and began to prepare a meal for my new slave drivers, I carefully stacked the dog meat in the utility room and set about making the table, with two place settings of course.
In the mean time Sir was making himself at home showing himself around the house. He proceeded to my room which was bigger and more lavish than his.
"Faggot this is now my room" he hollered from upstairs "get up here with bin bags now and cleaning stuff"
On arrive Sir made me empty the drawers and wardrobes of all my clothes, underwear and personal things.
"point out three outfits and three sets of shoes you need for work cunt you got 20 seconds"
"yes Sir"
I did as I was told and piled them neatly on the bed and went instinctively to the corner and faced the wall when I had completed my task. Sir went through my clothes and personal effects selecting the odd bit and bob and setting it aside. The rest was thrown in a pile near the door.
"Faggot"
"Yes Sir" I said
"This pile near me is now mine understood? That pile over there... " he said pointing at the massive pile of personal effects and all my clothes and underwear "... bag it pronto, I don't want any of that shit in this house; bag it and bin it. You've got 5 minutes cunt"
I looked down disappointedly at the pile of clothes that I had enjoyed browsing for, buying and wearing, the pile of luxury brand underwear and all the personal letters, notes, and artefacts given to me over my 35 years. I began to sob, I looked up at Sir with pleading eyes
"Got a problem faggot, do it now or your fucked" he said marching towards me - POW he punched me in the guts and I fell into the pile of effects. Sir threw down a bin bag in front of me.... "Do it now cunt"
I did, carried the bag downstairs, opened the bins and threw my life away.
I proceeded back upstairs to clean the room from top to bottom, changed the linen, vacuumed and closed the door.
"you can move my stuff later fag after dinner, it better not be burnt for your own good" Sir said
"yes Sir" I said and went back to the kitchen to finish the dinner.
My day didn't get any worse really until after dinner, I had successfully served a three course meal and waited on pouring wine which had please Sir and Maam endlessly. Maam commented many times on her disbelief that I had given in so quickly and that they should make my life a living hell. Sir of course tossed aside those comments noting that all fags are inferior really and I was born to provide to the superior straight genders. I grew more and more depressed by the hopelessness of the situation.
Then the dreaded moment arrived; time to clean away the dishes, Sir and Maam had cleaned their plates having enjoyed what had been cooked for them. It was now time for me to eat. "Oh fuck" I thought, "he's not really going to make me eat this dog meat... shit, if he does there is no leftovers to take the rancid taste away, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I was beginning to feel queasy and light headed. The room seemed to be closing in on me until....
"Faggot, did I notice a large steel dog bowl by the front door?" bawled Sir. He was right, living out on the farm a lot of my friends had dogs and this bowl was set aside filled with water to refresh the dogs after their walk to the house. "Go fucking get it, crawl like a dog, and bring it back in your mouth, cunt breath!"
I did as told and dropped it on the floor in the kitchen,
"Kneel, hands being back... " Sir said, leaning over picking the dirty bowl up, a owl that had probably had thirty different dogs drink from before this night "... Kath, bring my belt and hand us one of those cans of dog meat; time to teach this fucker a lesson in humility."
She hopped up from the seat and turned to Dan "fuck man you're not actually really make him eat that shit, it looks fucking gross" she looked down at me and I in turn looked at the floor, I was beginning to feel queasy again.
"just open that shit up and pour it in here" Sir said holding the bowl square out in front of him. "...wait, there's no scraps left, so how's this fag dog going to taste what he cooked?"
Sir was look directly down at me, "lift you head up fag, can't have you not tasting your culinary achievements now can we?"
At that moment he hacked up three big globs of phlegm and spat all over the dog meat.
"fuck that's fucking disgusting" shrieked Kath, Dan laughed "doesn't it need a drink or something Dan?"
"good point Kath, hold the bowl while I piss in it."
"eeeew there's no way it's gonna eat that shit"
Calmly Dan says "hand me the belt Kath, I think the buckle end will persuade him not to waste a morsel, hear that faggot, not one morsel left or I'll cut you up bad with this belt buckle. " He plonks the bowl in front of me.
"please... please... please Sir, I have learnt my lesson, I'm really sorry for what I have done, please... I beg....." I'm cut of mid way through my pleading by an enormous whack as the first blow of the belt buckle strikes my shoulder blade opening my skin, I cry out in agony and turn sheet white. Kath turns to Dan and says "fuck me you know how to use that thing Dan?"
"Yeah we had a fag at school we used to beat; fucker killed himself in the end, fucking looser!" Dan said to Kath with a distinct lack of compassion.
I still hadn't put my head in the bowl by the end of Sirs recollection so another blow rained down, this time striking the outside edge of my arm causing a puncture wound. "now fucking eat faggot before I kill you with this belt!"
"for god's sake fucking eat" pleaded Kath who all of a sudden knew this was serious.
Unwillingly, I pushed my face in the dog meat / phlegm and piss mixture and ate gagging and wretched as I did so. Three more blows were required for me to finish the job. Sir grabbed me by the hair and came up close to my face and said loudly
"what do you say faggot?"
I stared back blankly
"It says... thank you for providing me with my stinking faggot food Sir it's a great honour and privilege" I repeated quickly what Sir said and was dismissed to clean the kitchen up.
That night, I completed my tasks of bathing Sir and Maam and in the absence of a cage was required to sleep at the foot of their bed, chained with Sir's bike chain - ankle to bed stead.
I sobbed gently to myself and I tried to get through the night.