"Wakee, wakee, rise and shine sleepy head. The sun will soon be up and times a wastin'." Erin shouted as he entered my apartment after knocking twice.

The two knocks woke me from a deep sleep and the yell had me sitting up. It was dark in the room so I figured the sun hadn't risen yet. What bloody time is it I wondered. I looked around but there didn't seem to be a clock anywhere.

Erin came bulling in through the bedroom door.

"Well good morning Rob, it's going to be a great day. Time for your cleaning so up you get, I have a lot to do this morning." Erin announced jovially.

"Morning," I managed and gave a big yawn. I was still not fully awake.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Don't have a clock huh, let John know after and he will have one sent up for you. It is approximately 4:35 am. Old Saul will be raising his glowing head in about 15 minutes."

"4:35, what an awful time to be getting up." I murmured.

I slid my feet to the floor and stood up. I wobbled to the bathroom and took a leak. Then headed for the cupboard to get the enema bottles while Erin set up the table.

I took the bottles to the sink, squirted a shot of detergent in each, then filled them with very warm water, as warm as I figured I could stand. John had said the hotter the water the better the job it did cleaning.

Once all three bottles were filled I made my way to the table, hanging one bottle on the hook and placing the other two on the side tray. Then it was up onto the table, my feet in the stirrups and wait for Erin to begin.

The enema went with out problems, in fact I think I actually enjoyed it. Erin had other duties so he left. I set about cleaning up all the enema equipment and putting it all away. I then lifted the lid of the whirlpool, turned it on, set the timer and climbed in.

30 minutes later I was back in the bedroom, enamaed, whirlpooled and showered. I made the bed and gave the room a good check over to make sure it was clean. Then realized I didn't know what I was supposed to do next.

I wandered around the apartment for a bit just looking. I went over and sat by the window. The sun was above the horizon and was casting it's golden rays across the grounds below. My apartment has a beautiful view of the gardens. Full of colourful flowers with a large water fountain in the centre, shooting water at least 20 feet into the air.

My stomach started to growl, getting up this early makes a guy hungry I guessed. I got up and went to the kitchen. But the cupboards and refrigerator were empty. Not a crumb of food could I find. I grabbed a glass and settled for a glass of water.

I wandered restlessly back to the living room, then remembered about the button in the bedroom. I'll call John, I thought and find out what I'm supposed to do.

Quickly, I made my way to the bed and pressed the button.

"Yes Rob, what is it?" John asked after a few seconds.

"What am I supposed to do John?" I asked as I looked around the room for the intercom speaker.

But there was no answer.

"What do you want Rob?" John asked again a hint of impatience in his voice.

Where the hell was the mic and how did I turn it on? John hadn't shown me that.

"Rob are you pressing the button when you talk? he asked. "Did I forget to tell you that. sorry."

I pressed the button and asked the question again. John told me to get dressed in the standard slave out fit. It would be in the closet. Then just wait and he and Erin would come get me to take me to breakfast.

Well I found the stupid outfit. I had been hoping, against all hope that I would not have to wear this thing again. But now I guessed I had better get used to it, this was going to be my standard dress from now on.

After dressing, I again checked the room to make sure it was tidy, then went back and sat down by the window. My attention was instantly drawn to the far side of the flower bed. Three full grown white tail deer were lazily munching on the grass. I sat there enthralled by this wonderful spectacle.

A knock sounded on the door and I got up and opened it. John and Erin were both there dressed the same as I.

"Let's go," John said. "Remember Rob, you are out of your room now and may not speak unless it involves the Master's business."

We headed silently down the hall to the elevator. On the ground floor we headed down the great hallway into a part of the mansion I had not yet been. The aroma of eggs and coffee started to waft through the hall getting stronger and stronger. My stomach gave another growl.

It wasn't much farther until we entered a rather plain dining room. It had a number of small tables much like a coffee shop. A steam table stretched from wall to wall at the far end. There were a large stack of plates at the right end. We headed towards that side.

John and Erin each grabbed a plate and headed up the table. When in Rome.I thought, grabbing a plate. There were large trays with all kinds of wonderful things to eat for breakfast on the steam table. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, home fries and mounds of toast. I took what I wanted and followed the guys.

We headed for an empty table and put our plates down. Then they headed back to the steam table, so I followed. There they grabbed some fresh fruit from a cooler, got a mug and filled it with coffee.

It was a great breakfast. Turns out that this dining room is considered slave quarters so the slaves may speak about anything they want. We had a great conversation while we ate. I asked John about a clock for my room and he said it would be there sometime this afternoon.

I also asked him about the kitchen. The empty fridge and cupboards. He said that the mansion had a store room specifically for the slaves. He said that when we were on our own time we could go to the store room to get the things we would like to have in the room for snacks or light meals. They would show me where the store room was later.

John informed me that after breakfast I would be going to the Master's office. The Master wanted to speak to me and we were to be in his office at 7 am.

When we were finished we took our dirty dishes up to a hole in the wall with a counter. We placed our dishes there. I could see into the room beyond. It was a large washing up room and there were at least four young men washing pots and putting dirty dishes into a large dishwasher.

We headed back up the hall past the elevators and almost to the front door. On the left were a set of double, oak doors. John opened the door and we all filed in. As soon as we were in Erin moved up on my left side and John closed up on my right. Then they both went down on their knees. Well I thought, the when in Rome rule again, and went down.

The room was a small with a large desk directly in front of us. There were all manner of office equipment that you would find in any secretaries office. On the right, inline with the desk, but about 10 feet away was a large, padded door. I figured that would be the door to the Master's office.

The desk was empty, we three were the only ones present. Neither Erin or John made a sound. They remained ridged waiting for orders.

The padded door opened and a voice said.

"Yes Sir, by 10 am."

A man in his mid to late 30's came through the door. He was dressed in the standard slave garb. After closing the door, he proceeded to the desk. He never glanced at us or in any way acknowledged our presence .

He sat down and made some entries on his computer. About 10 minutes later a buzzer sounded, I assumed it was an intercom.

"Yes Sir?" he spoke softly.

"Is Rob here yet, Eric?" came a response from a speaker somewhere on that desk.

"Yes Sir, so are John and Erin."

"Very well send them in."

"Yes Sir."

Without giving us a single glance he said.

"You heard, in you go."

We all stood up together. John, as usual led the way. He opened the door, entered, and I followed. Erin brought up the rear. As soon as we were in they moved to my side, I knew what was coming and when they went down I went with them.

We didn't say a word and the Master completely ignored us. He was busy writing something. It was a large office. The wall opposite the door was all windows, giving a view out on the same garden I had viewed from my room.

The solid walls were lined with framed certificates, photo's, a few paintings, trophy's, awards and the odd decorative ornament.

The desk was about 8 feet long and was located at the far end of the room. Between us and the desk were strategically placed twin sofa's. They sat across from each other with two matching easy chairs at each end. In the centre, a huge, oval coffee table finished off the setting.

The Master kept us waiting for about 5 minutes before he finally raised his head and looked down at us.

"Rob come here." he suddenly commanded.

I quickly got to my feet and walked quickly to stand in front of his desk.

"Now tell me more about IconSoftware and Hugh Gorden."

For the next 30 minutes or so I filled him in on the work I had been doing. I told him that my almost finished report was still in my computer back at my old room. This caused him to become very alert.

"Would you be able to finish it, if you had your computer?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I answered. "I have about 3 or 4 more hours of work to do to finish it off."

"All my notes and the proof are in the computer as well, Sir."

"You know I have purchased your contract from Rushton's, therefore that report legally belongs to me now."

"Yes Sir."

"I would like you to finish it. Your PC will be brought to your room and you will have as much time as you need to complete the report."

"Rob I want that report as complete and accurate as you can get it. If it means taking a few more days, take them. If there is anything you need, any help we might be able to give, ask Henry. But finish that report."

"Yes Sir I will Sir." I responded with a bit of a smile.

"You won't be able to start until tomorrow so this afternoon we will go on an outing."

The smile fell from my face instantly. A fucking outing. I hated his outings. It meant I was going to be humiliated again. Damn, damn, damn.

"You don't seem very happy about going for an outing. Is this your way of saying you don't want to go Rob?" he asked, giving me that cold, dark stare.

"Oh no Sir," I replied quickly. "I am always happy to do whatever pleases you Sir. An outing would be great fun Sir." I lied like crazy and placed a forced smile on my face.

"Oh, for a moment there I thought you had forgotten your lessons. Great then we shall leave right after lunch, let's say 1 o'clock."

"John," he called. "I want Rob in leather's 3 for an outing this afternoon. You and Erin make sure he is dressed exactly as per instructions for leather's 3."

"Yes Sir," John answered without getting up.

"Good. You and Erin wear leather's 2, you will be joining us. That will be all."

"Yes Sir." John answered again.

I took that as a formal dismissal, turned and walked back to join John and Erin. They both stood up just as I was approaching. John turned, opened the door and the three of us filed out.

John led us back upstairs to my apartment. He opened the door and we filed in. Once inside John began to speak again.

"We have a few hours to kill and no assigned duties, so Erin and I are going to have some fun." John stated matter of factly.

"Would you care to join us?"

Now that was an invitation I couldn't refuse. But I also had some questions about this outing and particularly about leather's 3. How fucking far would I be sticking out this time?

"That would be great John, but what about this outing thing and the outfit he wants me to wear?"

"Rob that is the Master's business. We have no right to talk about it. He has given us some specific instructions. We will follow them to the letter. No questions asked, none answered. Ok."

"Ya, sorry." I said shame faced.

"No probs bud. Look strip down and hang up your clothes. Then come to the next door down the hall, that's Erin's apartment. We will play there 'cause Erin has lots of great toys." he gave a laugh then he and Erin made for the door.

After they left I went to my bedroom and stripped, hanging everything up in the closet. I gave the room a quick check to make sure nothing was out of place and headed down to Erin's room.

Someone shouted, "Come on in", to my knock so I opened the door and entered. It was a living room identical to mine except for the colour scheme. While mine was in shades of burgundy, this one was in shades of blue.

They were both in the bathroom and John called out for me to hurry up. I made my way to the bathroom and entered. To my surprise both John and Erin were dressed in what looked like skin tight rubber outfits.

The only parts of their bodies visible were those revealed by strategic holes in the material. What I could see were the eyes, mouth, cock and balls. They each grabbed an arm and dragged me over to one of the enema tables.

The table had features I had not noticed before. There were cut outs at the points where my shoulders would rest, a diabolically clever idea. They placed me on my back on the table. My arms went down through the cut outs and secured to a reversed arm rest under the table.

With my arm bent at the elbow, and pulled up against the reversed armrest, they secured my arm at three places with thick straps. Once fastened it was impossible to move the arm at all or get any leverage. As well it pulled the shoulders flat to the table making it impossible to raise or move the upper body.

My legs were placed in the stirrups and secured by straps at the ankles and just above the knees. Then they spread the stirrups wide exposing my vital parts.

This all happened very quickly. I was on the table and my arms secured before I even got the first protest out.

"What are you doing guys?" I was almost crying.

"We are taking you on a trip Rob. Just lay back and enjoy the journey." John said.

I started to protest again and John bent over and picked something up off the little side tray. When he brought it into view I saw that it was one of those terrible inflatable gags, like the one they had used on me before.

"Aw not that John, I'll be quiet, I promise." I whined.

"Too late, open up." he said.

I clamped my jaw tightly closed. Ain't no way I was going to let him put that fucking thing in my mouth.

"Open up Rob," John demanded.

I defied him.

"Erin squeeze Rob's nuts that'll make him open up."

"NOoooooo," I yelled. "I'll open, I'll open." and I did.

John slipped the gag on and quickly fastened it.

"Now be good and I won't inflate it. You won't get another warning."

I had no choice. Having my arms secured as they were, I was not able to lift my head high enough to see what they were doing, so just lay back and waited. They were busy fastening all kinds of straps around me, totally immobilizing my body.

Finally I heard Erin say, "That should do it."

"Try to lift your ass Rob." John said.

I tried but couldn't budge at all. I was fastened down completely. The only thing that I could still move a bit was my head.

I then felt something being fastened around my balls. They were pulled pretty tight together. Then a tug, a quick shot of pain and a feeling that my nuts were being pulled off. I tried to yell but all that came out was a muffled garble.

"The pain will stop in a minute Rob," John soothed, "Just relax it is not really as bad as it feels at the moment. It will settle down shortly."

I don't fucking well want it to settle down shortly, I want it to settle down now. I tried to scream through the gag, but of course all that came out was a muffled garble.

The pain did ease off and all that was left was a great feeling that something was pulling my balls.

I must apologize dear reader for forgetting to tell you about my dick. Although I didn't like or want any of this stuff they were doing to me, my dick was in it's glory. It was standing up straight, waving to the guys as they worked. Precum was dribbling all over, I could feel it.

So I may not have liked this shit, but it sure as hell was turning me on. One of the guys decided to be a real friend and took my dick in his mouth and sucked a bit. There were muffled sounds coming out of the gag again, only this time they were muffled sounds of pleasure.

The mouth was abruptly removed from my dick and I felt devastated. I wanted it back. The mouth was replaced by a hand. The hand had some kind of lube on it. The I felt something being pushed over and down onto my dick. It was a tight fit and my foreskin was dragged back a bit as whatever it was full seated itself on my cock.

A soft hum filled the room and then the most incredible feelings began to work around my dick. It was like, well a million little fingers, all lightly teasing the nerve endings at a million different places on my dick at the same time. This was followed by a gently sucking feeling and a pulsing, the pulsing was similar to someone gently wanking me.

While all these incredible feelings were going through my cock, my balls had begun to be stimulated by a gentle pull/release, pull/release of whatever was attached to them.

Erin and John taking up positions on either side of my chest began to suck and bite my nipples. That was all it took, so much stimulation at once was too much and I started blowing my load. Whatever was wrapped around my dick paid no attention it just kept up doing it's thing at the same pace. I didn't know what was happening to my cum but I could feel it being sucked right out of my dick. And still that thing kept working.

John and Erin both knew I was cuming but didn't pay any attention, they just kept sucking and nibbling on my nipples. Needless to say I didn't loose my erection once I was finished shooting. I was still getting unbelievable stimulation.

John finally tore himself away from my nipple. He came over and started to remove the gag.

"How does it feel Rob?" he asked with a smile on his face.

''Fantastic John but what the fuck is.aaaahhhh.going on." I gasped.

"You are being milked by a milking machine." he said as if this were an everyday occurrence.