Surprise was quite an understatement. The person at the end of the chain lead was mostly naked, except for bits of metal and leather attached in such a way to not only restrict his movements, but also made him so sexy looking. I boned up so hard I thought I'd break my penis. If I had not been so entrapped by the bonds keeping me in the chair I would have been hard pressed to keep my hand off my own penis. If my first thoughts were about my arousal and sex, my next reaction was to think about the guy at the end of the leash. Was this the guy my master was talking about when he said: "I'd seen it happen" ?

My feelings were now at war. I was so aroused seeing this guy so entrapped within his bonds, but was so scared when I FINALLY realized my master was indeed totally serious. I WAS to be made into his slave. Looking at this guy who was so obviously totally controlled by another finally made the entire idea so real for me. I think I started moaning or something since my master slapped my thigh again with the leather strap. He added verbally: "Be quiet boy. And pay attention."

By this time I kept staring at this guy's slave still trying to believe what I was seeing. There was some kind of strap connecting the cuffs around his ankles. A metal and leather belt went around his slim waist and from it was a part that went between his legs and a very obviously testicle and penis shaped metal piece that totally covered his equipment but also seemed to be more arousing that if he had been naked there. The only thing that puzzled me was that his penis seemed pretty small for a grown man. (I only realized later that his penis was being severely restricted). His arms were being held behind his back and were somehow attached to the same belt around his waist. His hands were also in some kind of mitt. Though I seemed to be more attracted to darker guys, this whole thing so turned me on that I thought that I'd have an orgasm without anyone even touching me. And what was so completely frightening and arousing at the same time was the strange thing he had covering his mouth. There was a metal piece entirely covering his lips. If there was some kind of gag attached to it, it was not obvious, but this form fitting metal piece extended above and below his lips and seemed to hold his mouth closed. Along the entire border there seemed to be things that looked like rivets and in my imagination I could almost feel these rivets puncturing his upper and lower lips holding the diabolical piece in place. To me this was astonishingly arousing. I almost wished it was me in all these restrictive things.

Finally my thoughts were jolted back as my master was addressing the older Chinese gentleman.

". . . so I am very glad that you both could make it here today. My new boy needs to begin realizing that my intention to make him my permanent slave is totally serious."

My master - just thinking that now seemed to have much more impact -- looked at me and smiled.

He continued: "And I am so grateful that I have chosen so well. Boy, your obvious arousal at seeing my friend's slave, along with his restraints, shows that I have chosen well. Just think boy, in a few weeks, you too will be introduced to your very own restraints. And my friend here has a specialty -- facial masks."

I looked at my master quite puzzled. And then wondered if he was going to fit something onto my mouth that this other slave had on his. I was commanded to rest my head back onto the back of the chair. My master then forced a large gag into my mouth which forced it open as far as it could go without being painful. Then the man proceeded to spread a thin coating of something onto my entire face including over and behind my ears and way below my chin. Then he spread a coating of this rubbery stuff after inserting tubes into my nostrils so I could breathe. And now I got really worried. My master had said "facial masks." I got both incredibly aroused and frightened at the same time.

A few minutes later it was peeled from my face like a rubber mask. I was not permitted to speak until given permission but I was bursting with questions.

Fortunately my master answered my unasked questions: "I have decided to have a few different masks made for you. They will be made so that they fit your face exactly. Just one more way in which I will control you boy."

My imagination went wild. I was thinking of all kinds of bizarre scenarios. But a lot of them I definitely did not like. Again my master must have read my thoughts: "Don't worry so much boy. Nothing permanent, just for fun and games at times -- sexual games." And he smiled.

As the man was putting all his stuff away, my master re-raised the back of the chair and I could again see the man's slave. He now had his hands released from his mitt things and was helping his master. My master saw me looking and stated: "The slave here is Marco. Mr. Yew here has had him now for 16 years."

I thought the guy looked about in his later 20s so I figured he had to have been about my age when he was made this guy's slave. Wow. But I was a bit off as I then discovered.

"Mr. Yew had him over his house for a weekend of sex when he was 20. Mr. Yew liked him so much he decided to keep him." I was astonished at the idea of it and then realized that I was in a similar situation.

My master then turned to the slave. "That right Marco?"

But the slave did not answer but instead turned to Mr. Yew who stated: "You may answer boy."

Marco turned toward us and nodded yes.

My master then asked: "Would you want to be freed boy?"

Again the same thing happened. Apparently this guy Marco did nothing without his master's permission. Again his master gave permission. Marco shook his head -- a definite NO.

"Just think Chen (the first time my master used my name all day, nor did he like my nick name Micky) 16 years from now you will be so accustomed to being my slave you too will not think of being anything else."

I shuddered at the thought but at the same time I was also quite aroused at the idea. I even seemed to be excited about all this bondage stuff my master had been hinting at. My master must have seen the concern on my face.

"Don't get too worried boy. I have every intention of seeing to it that you enjoy your enslavement. Or at least most of it. After all, besides being my slave, I want you as my partner."

For the first time today I was starting to believe that just maybe things won't be too bad after all, although there was this constant background fear in the back of my mind that had been worrying me. I know my master had said things like this before but for some reason right now I really believed him. And I was even surprised at my own reaction. I started to cry. My emotions suddenly exploded.

My master released me from the chair and took me into his arms. "Don't worry boy. I will always care for you."

I believed him and cried even harder as I held on to him tightly. And I also realized that a good part of me LIKED what he was doing to me. Especially since I now felt that in his own strange way he DID care for me. And 'til then I didn't realize just how bereft my life had been of someone who really wanted me. Even Greg I realized only cared for me because of the sex.

That night our sex was even better than ever. My ankle was again secured via cuff and strap to the ring in the floor. I even sort of liked the idea that I was captive. I just wished all my new holes weren't so distracting -- especially that one just at the base of my penis. My master put some stuff on them that took most the pain away but still. Of course by the time my master had a couple of his black fingers up my butt hole and was sucking on my penis I forgot all about a few inconvenient holes. I was also so happy to reciprocate. I was even happy to suck on his own huge black penis and all the things in the vicinity. Sessions usually ended with his big penis in my butt hole. It didn't hurt anymore and in fact I really got to like him in me. And that black puckered anus of his had its own special allure. Someday I felt I was sure to become more intimately acquainted. But I knew to do only and exactly he commanded. And this abandoning of myself at times like this was as arousing as all the rest. Maybe my master was right about me.

Over the next couple of weeks my master just allowed me to get accustomed to the usual routine. As his slave of course. He said that I needed to be trained to always consider what he wanted of me before doing anything. This was quite a lot more difficult that you might at first think. I forgot how many times I had to be 'reminded' of this and also keeping all his rules. This reminding usually consisted of either that double ended strap burning the hell out of me, or that thin cane, or sometimes a paddle -- whatever he felt like using at the time.

There was the time that I jumped out of bed in the morning because I simply forgot for the moment that NOW I was a slave. I just looked back at my master until he commanded me to bring him my instrument of punishment. This time he asked for the light cane. I had just enough slack in the strap attached to my ankle to reach the right shelf. I shuddered as I brought it over to him and as according to rule eight I turned, bent over and grasped my ankles with my hands, and awaited my master's pleasure. I cringed and hoped he wouldn't swing as hard as he could. Two medium wacks later and he told me to replace the cane. I knew better than to wipe the tears that I could not keep from dripping from my eyes. And I got off easy. Strangely, after only two weeks, I merely considered this a proper part of my training.

It has been that long also since my master attached me to that table with the intention of torturing my body. (OK, according to Rule One, it is now my master's body to do with what he wants. I wondered what he'd do if he also felt the pain that I felt). Of course thinking about the several punishments I've endured this past week, for some reason the IDEA of it still got me aroused. How weird is that?

I returned and prepared to finish our morning ritual, when my master looked over all my holes -- especially the newly manufactured ones -- and announced: "I think it's time for something special today boy."

I sprang an instant hard boner. My master smiled. I waseventually to learn that it was that kind of smile which preceded some serious torture.