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Naked, Whore, Daddy, Fag slave – “A Short StoSometimes life can take a strange turn. Not in my wildest dreams would Iever have imagined the situation I find myself in now. For, you see, I amnow a slave.I retired from a brilliant career in IT at the young age of 55. I hadtaken good care of myself physically, so I looked good for my years.Relationships had eluded me over the years. I had a few boyfriends, butmostly I was a guy who never hooked up long with anyone. I didn’t see thepoint. I was content in my life, with my job, with my friends, withmyself.It started when I added the hookup apps on my phone. Most of the hookupapps were mainly for younger guys, but I found one that featured guys ofall ages. Innocently enough I got a text of admiration from a younger guythat I found incredibly attractive. He was in his early 40s with a baldhead. A bald head equates to an immediate hard on in my book.The conversation started out innocently enough. “Hey you hot daddy.””You too buddy, fucking hot.” I replied. He sent me some pics and Iresponded, “Oh man. Lick.”I then got bold and said, “I don’t say this very often, I would be such apig with you.””What would you have in mind?””In this situation, I would be a big ole daddy bottom. I certainly wouldenjoy that cock down my throat in some serious worship.” I continued.”Good then I would fill and coat your mouth in my precum and cum; thatcool?”This is the moment everything changed because of my reply, “Yes Sir. I wantyour cum, Sir.” Where did that come from?”Seems I’ve made you into my bitch.””Pretty much. Doesn’t happen often. Usually more top these days; however,certain men do it for me and I am now your bitch, Sir.” I responded. Whatwas happening here? My heart was racing to the point it hurt.”Damn right you are. How’s that feel, fucker?””Sir, it makes me feel so good, so secure being your bitch like the daddywhore I am.””Daddy whore needs to taste my ass, pits, feet, and balls.””Yes Sir. I want to worship your body. Make love to your feet. Make yourmusty ass wet. Smell the sweat in your pits and balls.” OMG, this isgetting serious.”I want you covered head to toe in my stink and scent.””So much so that it never leaves my senses and I am always reminded ofSir.” I have never talked like this in my life.”Look at how fast I’ve turned the table and made you my slave.””Yes, Sir. You are correct, Sir. You are always correct Sir. I am yourslave, Sir.” What was I thinking? This is crazy, but I couldn’t stop.”I need to whip and train your ass too.””Yes, Sir. I want to obey and if the whip is appropriate so be it.””Cat-of-nine-tails across your ass and back to just remind you who ownsyou.””Yes, Sir. You own me, Sir. Thank you for taking the time with this lowlydaddy pig boy.””Does my hairy daddy boy crave abuse and use?””Yes, Sir. I will only submit to the best Sir. You are part of that rarebreed of real men that I will give all for.””Oh and what puts me in that category, fuck rag?””It is your presence Sir. I can tell you are a professional.””I am fag. I don’t allow a bitch to ever get the sense that they havechoice. Only what I want matters.””Yes, Sir. I understand Sir.””You need a collar on you.””Yes, Sir. I want to be shown who owns me, Sir.”There was a pause. I was so beside myself I couldn’t think. It was lateand I needed to get to bed. I was frightened at what was occurring in theconversation. I had reduced myself to scum in a matter of minutes. Myheart was racing so fast I thought I could die any moment. I took theopportunity to pull myself slightly up and out of my predicament.Predicament, that’s a laugh. It is a fucking Internet fantasy play.That’s all it is, I told myself. I kept saying that to myself, but if feltso real to me. I finally got the courage to say:”Sir, with regret I have to stop now. Please forgive such imprudence. Iwish to respect you always, Sir.””Even though I’m younger?””Yes, Sir.””Good cunt.””Sir, I must stop now. This has been such a meaningful experience for me.I hope we can continue. Your loyal fuck rag daddy.”I clicked out of the app. I was breathing heavy and my cock was rock hard.I grabbed the most painful nipple clamps I have, fastened them to my Daddytits, teeth piercing into my areolas, poured some lube over my cock andbeat my meat while pulling on the clamps so hard my skin was three inchesaway from my body. I opened the app again to look at this hot Sir I was inlust over and scared of at the same time. I started growling to myself asI jacked.”Yes Sir. Please Sir. Please let me be your bitch, Sir. Please let meserve you, Sir. I want to be with you Sir. I want to be your fag slave.I want you to treat me like dirt. I want you to abuse me. Hurt me. Ripmy hole open with your superior cock. Please tie me up and whip my backand ass. Make me bleed. bursa escort I am nothing. I am nobody. You are superior tome in every way. I need you so bad Sir. My pussy is hot for your mancock. My body will not survive without your baby juice filling myorifices. Fuck me Sir. Use me Sir. Beat me Sir. Oh God. Oh God.Please Sir. I will do anything to please you Sir. I am yours. Fuck me.Slap me. Hurt me. Am a worthless shit that is only good for service toyou. Oh God, please Sir. Please Sir. I want to be your naked whore daddyfag slave. Oh God. I’m cumming Sir. I’m cumming. Haaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”I shot a huge load all up my chest and onto my face. I immediately took apicture of my juice to send to Sir. My nipples hurt so bad that when Itook the clamps off there was blood. I torture my nips with every load,but never like this. I rolled over and went to sleep curled in a ballscared to death.Next day I got a message from Sir. “I do like an eager horny fuck ragdaddy to core out.”I was so freaked out by the event of the night before I couldn’t respond.I was scared. Something had happened and I dared not take this anyfurther. But, of course, eventually I would.Two days later, I got another message from Sir. “Hey there. So want toshoot my load all over you about right now.”Fuck. What was I gonna do? I didn’t respond again.However, the next night, I sent the pic of the cum on my chest saying,”That would be glorious Sir. I would be so appreciative to have your mancream on my body. The pic is the result of our first conversation, Sir.”No response, but I didn’t care. I just want to show my naked body to himwith cum all over it.Next morning I awake to a message sound on my phone. “So you really didget off to our first talk.””Yes Sir. Later looking at you shirtless and reading our conversation.Woof.””Very hot. I’m turned on by the idea that I’m younger than you but youstill obey and respect me.””Yes, Sir. I’m here to obey. You are one of the rare breed that I willcompletely submit to.””I expect it. Your loyalty and submission to me as your Master will defineus as we continue communicating.””Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.””Each time you shoot a load, I expect a pic of it.”I send another pic. “Yes Sir. A pic of me torturing my nips last night.”Then I sent a picture of cum unloading out of my cock. “My load from lastnight.””Are you into some pain?””Nip torture for sure, Sir. And probably more pain than I am willing toadmit.””It’s my belief you would have a major experience getting mycat-o-nine-tails across your back and ass.””Yes, Sir. I would be most appreciative to have such an experience withyou. Oh Sir. I can just imagine how wonderful it would feel. I would beone lucky pig boy to have a beet red ass and back from your whims.””Do you accept that I’m superior to you in every way?””Yes, Sir. You are one of the few that I can only be a lowly bitch to.””Why me?””First it starts with your bald head. That is a major turn on. From thereit is all about your energy. You have it. No question.””I like it when a boy understands his inferiority to me.””Yes, Sir. I am your lowly daddy fuck rag bitch slave whore. I submitutterly to you.””Do I make you hard, cum rag?””The feelings going through me right now are so intense I can hardlybreathe.””Describe them ass wipe.””I feel a complete loss of control of my normal self. I want to run outand go to the bookstore, strip naked and suck real man cock pretending thatI am really submitting to you.””Then do it, asshole. Give into the needs you have.””It would be so degrading.””You need to feel that.””Perhaps you are correct Sir.” The conversation ended there. I believe heknew I needed to process. I did. Later that evening I went to thebookstore. I wore clothes that could easily be taken off and put back on -shorts, no belt, no underwear, sandals, t-shirt. I left my id, wallet andkeys in the car. There is a spare set hidden in the undercarriage. I tooksome cash, lube, and tit clamps. Before stepping out of the car, Ibreathed very heavy. This is my town. I run into people I know here allthe time. What will than think if they see me naked in a booth? At thispoint, my care was abandoned.I got out of the car and walked into the store. I said hi to the clerk whoI knew; but wish I knew better. He’s hot in a different sort of way. Iwalked straight to the booths in the back not looking at a soul standingaround. I went into a booth, stepped inside not locking the door. Iimmediately pushed my shorts down and took them off. I unbuttoned my shirtand took it off. I took my lube and tit clamps out of my pocket and putthem on the seat for later. I got down on my knees using my sandals askneepads. I simply waited.We all know it doesn’t take long in a bookstore. The first guy opened thedoor to the booth looking bursa escort bayan down at this pitiful slut with mouth open readyfor cock. He was a taken aback, but walked in anyway, locked the door,pulled out his cock and stuck it in my waiting mouth. I sucked is man cockfor a good five minutes. Then, I felt the widening girth of his tube, asit got ready to shoot warm white semen down my hard working throat. Hebarely uttered a sound as this jizm splattered on my tonsils. His cock gotsensitive immediately and although, I tried to keep his hard muscle in mymouth, he pulled it out, stuck the still slightly throbbing knob back inhis pants and walked, leaving me feeling empty and used.I overheard him say to someone, “There’s a naked guy in there wanting tosuck your cock. Go for it.”Next!They kept coming. I was there for several hours. I don’t know how many Isucked. I stopped counting. Some shot on my face and I didn’t wipe thisjizz off. Several of the guys were people that I know around town. Some Idid business with. They looked at me with disgust but that didn’t keepthem from taking advantage of an open hole willing to extract a load of manfrom them. This did not help my feelings, but I simply couldn’t helpmyself. I wanted this humiliation. Sir had said to me that I needed it soI must follow his directions.Finally, I couldn’t take being on my knees any longer. I got up. I pickedup the nipple clamps and lube. I attached one clamp to each nipple, putsome lube on my cock and walked out into the hallway of the porn booths. Ididn’t even think. I did. I stood by the door to my booth, startingpulling on my nipple clamp chain and jacking my cock. Everybody turned towatch me. The security cameras were recording me. I didn’t care. Itdidn’t take long before I shot a huge load all over the floor. Some guysrubbed their crotches, but no one joined in.After I regained some post-orgasm consciousness, I returned to the booth,locked the door in order to put my clothes back on, then walked out withwet and dried semen on my face. I kept my head low. I barely acknowledgethe clerk as I exited the bookstore. I got my keys, got in, and started tocry. What had I done? I will be talked about by everyone. Everyone willknow that I am a slut cocksucker. I, who had worked so hard on keeping areputation, was going to be reduced to just another fag slut of this crummytown. Even though I was crying, I didn’t wipe my face. I started the carand drove home.”Hey slave Daddy.””Hello Sir.””How was your day, cum bucket?””I did as you instructed Sir. I went to the bookstore and sucked cock.””Good boy. I’m glad to hear you obeying. This is a big step in useventually meeting for me to do my work on you.””Yes Sir.””How did it make you feel?””It made me feel like the slut fag whore I so desperately want to be foryou, Sir.””Good fag.””It is interesting that the majority of guys that think I’m hot on here sowant me to dominate and fuck them, which I am willing to do. Then there isyou, Sir, who I want to submit to completely.”I am laying here naked in bed thinking about you. I finished my nightlyreading of the authoritarian section on nifty.org. Naturally, I amthinking about experiences I would provide you with my daddy fuck ragbody.”No response. Fuck. I hope I have not been too forward. I am the pig inthis. I must wait for him more. Release my wishes and control. What thefuck is going on with me? I sent some more naked pictures of me and wentto sleep.Next day – “Fucking hot! You should always lick up your cum, fag.”Later that day I sent him a picture of my ass hole.Sir response later with, “Daddy hole there is making my cock leak!””To be filled with your tool would be an honor, Sir.””Yes it would be queer.””Yes Sir.””Look at dad’s hungry hole. What do you need in it, fucker?””Your man cock, Sir.””Wish I could fill your fag guts with my cum.””My hope is to be worthy of receiving your baby makers up my gut, Sir.””They’ll mark you from the inside out.””My fag daddy hole is wet for your entrance, Sir.””What if some of my cum leaks out onto the floor?””I promise to preserve all of it, Sir. In my fag hole; however, if such anunfortunate incident were to occur I would lick every bit up.”Fucking right. A bitch knows his place.””Yes, Sir.”Another night, another cum shot pic, another response.”Amazingly hot pic, pig daddy. You obey well and know your fag place.””Yes, Sir. Thank you for acknowledging your fag, Sir.””You’re damn right cock sucking fag ought to thank me.””Yes Sir. I promise to always thank and appreciate you, Sir. My mouthsalivates for your cock, Sir.””As it should, queer. A true slave craves everything of his master. I’mnaturally superior to you, faggot.””Yes Sir. I have no doubt that you are a man and I am just a lowly faggotpig that escort bursa is available for his Master’s whim.”I send several pics of my masturbating and pulling my nips with clamps.”Your whore is abusing his fag body tonight.”I hear nothing for several weeks. I begin to reassemble some dignity in mylife. I hook up with several guys on the app that I dominate and fuckhard; almost to the point of overcompensation. I almost have Sir about ofmy head. Then:”Fag.””Yes, Sir.””Are you ready to be my permanent slave?””What Sir?”?I said, asshole, are you ready to be my permanent slave?””This is a big step Sir. We haven’t even met.””I don’t give a fuck. Meet me at the restaurant at third and main – 7 PMFriday.””Yes, Sir.””And, boy, I expect a decision by the end of supper.”Wow. That fast. I couldn’t think of anything else from then on. My lifewas turning upside down quickly with a feeling that this was the only path.It was as far as I was concerned. I took a big leap of faith.I got to the restaurant early. The smell of delicious food was in the air.I was so nervous. Sir was on time. When I saw him walk into therestaurant my heart skipped a beat. I was in love. The hostess walked himto our table. I stood up and shook his hand.”Hello Sir.” I didn’t even think about what the hostess might think ofsuch a statement. I didn’t care.We sat. Sir spoke. “So boy. You’ve been thinking about becoming apermanent slave.””Yes Sir.””Then here is all the documentation for you to review. Here is the trustthat is set up for you but I have complete control over it. You will nothave any access to any of it unless I die or am incapacitated. Upon yoursignature, you will no longer have any rights, any money, any property.You will serve me faithfully. Should you ever request to no longer be myslave, I will drive you to a homeless shelter and leave you on the curbnaked with no ID, no clothes, no money. You will have to start your entirelife over again unless something happens to me, in which you will then getyour assets back. Do you understand boy?””Yes Sir, I understand.””Good then let’s eat. This is your last supper.”We had a lovely meal. He was kind and gentle during the entire event. Weleft the restaurant, me picking up the tab, we got into his car, I took myclothes off, and I am now always naked except when I run errands or workoutside on the house. The attorney met us at his home and I signed all thepaperwork. I never saw my house again. I gave the attorney the keys andtold him where all my important documents were to fill in the blanks of thetrust. My house, furnishings, clothes, momentos, autos were all sold andthe proceeds put in the trust. I was allowed to send notes to all myfriends telling them what I had done and that I would not be seeing themagain. My entire life became nothing but being devoted to Sir.The first night Sir put a cream all over my body and I lost all my hair.After a few applications, it never comes back. I am even bald, which isnot the best look for me. Sir had all my teeth pulled so I became a bettercocksucker. I learned how to work my throat so that once he was in me, Icould tighten around his man meat to make him feel hot. It is all aboutservice to Sir. Sir worked my hole until my pussy could take his fist withabandon. Sir makes me work out a lot. I have never been in such greatphysical shape. He feeds me often so my muscles function well. He alsoput me on massive quantities of testosterone, so I am horny all the time.Sir ties me up for a couple of hours daily while my nipples are pumped. Myareolas are huge now and very rough because he likes to hurt them with titclamps that have teeth in them. No pussy rubber clamps for my nips.It has been five years now since this all came down. I have no regrets. Ilove Sir from the bottom of my heart. I think he may even like me. Whenwe have parties, I am the naked servant. When he has friends over, I amtheir bitch too.I’m sure a few readers are thinking, “Boy, did he take a chance. What ifthe guy had turned out to be an asshole?” My answer to that is simple. Ifigured that if I didn’t take this path, it would haunt me forever. Imight become so obsessed over being a naked, whore, daddy, fag slave forsomeone else that I would end up getting myself into real trouble. Thisway, at least it was all in writing and legal. If I didn’t like it, theagreement said Sir would take me to a homeless shelter and I would have tostart over. I have never been scared of starting over. Besides, I got ahot Sir, who is close to 15 years younger than me. Sir found me attractiveat 55 and still does at 60. A relationship had passed me for 55 years.I’m not saying this is the best five years of my life, but I will say atleast I have had a relationship that I am happy with.It is one of those stories where you say, ‘If someone told me that this iswhat I would be doing at 60 years old, a naked, whore, daddy, fag slave; Iwould have laughed in their face.’ That is what I am, though; a naked,whore, daddy, fag slave and I am content.The End

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