Dressing a Slave – The Academy of Masters and Slaves – CHAPTER 4

Dressing a Slave - The Masters and Slaves Academy - CHAPTER 4

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- Come on, get up. It's time to get dressed - Alex says as he throws the latex suit at him.

That simple touch of latex makes his cock push against the walls of the cage. With slow movements, Marc gets up. He lifts his torso from the chair, turns ninety degrees, and with a slight jump stands with the suit in his hands.

He studies it, completely black, long-sleeved with gloves at the ends. The legs also end in a foot covering where the toes are placed separately. Two only openings, the neck, the entrance, and a much smaller one for the cock, or chastity cage in his case. The suit is comfortably lubricated inside, Marc sticks it to his chest eager to feel its touch, his cock reacts inside the cage, it hurts a bit, but it's worth it. Marc notices one last detail that had escaped his attention. In the back, on the ass, there is a covering, a condom made of the same material, he knows it will be inserted inside of him. He understands that this was the purpose of the lubricant Alex had put inside him.

- Come on, don't just stand there, put it on.

- Aren't you going to help me? - Marc asks

- I'll stay here sitting. Enjoying the view... - Says Alex sitting on a sofa, with a cigarette in his left hand. With the index finger of his right hand, he stirs a gin and tonic in a glass with an ice cube and half a slice of lemon placed on the edge. When it's to his liking, he licks his finger exaggerating the sensuality of the gesture and puts a straw in the glass.

Meanwhile, Marc starts putting his legs into the suit and struggles to maintain his balance. He watches as Alex takes a good drag from his cigarette and then sips his drink. As he drinks, he taps the mouthpiece with his thumb and the ash at the tip falls into the air. Thanks to IRIS, who knows this annoying habit of Alex's, the ashes vaporize before touching the ground.

With his butt on the floor, Marc places his toes one by one in their place. In a suit like that, made by IRIS, everything fits perfectly, nothing is extra or missing. He stands up with the neckline tight at the waist and starts pulling the legs until the material is even and taut.

He raises the collar to his chest and with some difficulty, he inserts his arms. Trapped inside, he finishes raising the collar to where it belongs. The cage is trapped and pressed, he hasn't found the hole it belongs to. The friction has put it in an uncomfortable position, a bit painful. His attempt to have an erection, caused by the increasing contact with latex and the already uniform pressure on his legs, doesn't help either. He won't be able to fix it from the inside so he proceeds to insert his arms into the sleeves.

First the right one, which enters easily in a quick motion, looks perfect, not a single wrinkle, not even on the hands or fingers. IRIS's talent is incredible, even the pressure in his armpit is uniform. It's not that difficult when you can scan a body atom by atom and manufacture a custom suit, atom by atom.

The second arm is a bit more difficult, with the increasing discomfort in his cock and the increasingly tight space inside, Marc has to make an effort. He has to help himself with the other already sheathed arm. He manages it and immediately with both arms functional again, he digs inside the hole in his crotch. With the help of the fingers of both hands, he manages to find and direct the cage to its place. He feels the cold on his cock in contact with the air, but the catheter hasn't come out completely, it's trapped, nothing he can't fix with a quick movement of his index finger.

Marc feels relieved, it has been a difficult procedure, but he lacks one last detail, his ass. He wishes he could see himself, he feels great, but he's sure he looks even sexier. He checks and there is no mirror in the room, a pity. He looks at his cock in the cage and as he imagined it looks ridiculous, with the tube hanging there. He would love to see it front-facing in a mirror.

He moves slowly and enjoys the sensations in his body. He decides to turn around so that Alex, who is almost finishing his drink, can see him put that condom inside his body. He gets on his knees and leans down until he rests his forehead on the floor. He directs his hands backwards, one between his legs and the other over his back.

- Stop! I'll take care of that. I will put it in with my cock. Come here and lube it up. Don't stand up, come on all fours. - Alex orders

Without saying a word, Marc turns and starts crawling. He lifts his ass and raises his head to look at his partner. How sexy he is. With one hand, Alex unfastens the zipper in his crotch, with the other he finishes the gin and tonic. His hard cock shoots out, straight and upward. Marc reaches his destination, positions himself between his legs, and watches him grab the lemon that was left in the glass. He offers it to him, and Marc bites the pulp with his teeth. For some, it may seem like a punishment, but it's a gesture of love, Marc loves the lemon, and Alex knows it.

Marc savors the fruit, retains a bit of the delicious gin and tonic flavor. The acidity fills his mouth with saliva. He swallows and puts that beautiful cock in his mouth, without saying a word, without using his hands, without stopping looking into his partner's eyes. He eagerly sucks the glans, plays with his tongue, sticks it halfway, everything he can without entering his throat. He takes it out and runs it with his tongue from top to bottom.

On all fours, with knees and closed fists on the floor, he drools the entire cock. Then he pushes it all the way down, all the way, until his nose is stuck to Alex's defined abs. Latex is the only thing he smells, a hand presses on the back of his head and prevents him from separating, nor does he try. Alex gets up from the sofa without removing his cock from his throat.

- Look at me in the eyes! - Marc had closed them

Alex takes out half of his cock, it oozes, and then he plunges it all in at once. A gag reflex spreads in the form of a spasm throughout his body. The hand on the back of the head doesn't let go.

- Hold on there! Five seconds – and he starts to count – five, four, three – a new gag, abundant saliva shoots out of his mouth - two, one... – he releases him. The cock is really wet. Marc wipes his face with his arm, in fact, due to having his hand covered in latex, he only spreads his own drool.

- Get on the couch - Alex orders. Marc obeys with a resounding yes Master.

He feels how first with his fingers, his partner inserts the hanging condom a bit into his ass, but he can't feel them inside, he just locates his anus. What he does feel entering is Alex's cock. At first, he hesitates, but eventually all of it. It rests inside him for a few seconds and then, grabbing him by the waist, Alex gives him a couple of gentle thrusts. Not one, not three, two. Then he pulls out, Marc would have wanted more, his cock crushed inside the cage can attest, but he assumes it's getting late and Alex is in a hurry.

- Come! Get up! Follow me! - Marc obeys, without saying anything, but with a happy face he follows him to the table where the straitjacket is.

- Put your arms through here.

Latex against latex, the task requires a little struggle, but he manages it. While his arms hang in front, inside the sleeves ending in a strap that reaches the ground, Alex turns him around by grabbing his shoulders. He tightens a strap around his neck and three more at different heights on his back. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and ties them behind him, Marc struggles to maintain his balance, with each pull, he has to widen his legs a bit. The last two straps go through the inside of his thighs, pulling his crotch up and the restrictive jacket down. His cock would be really hard if it weren't for the chastity cage that is starting to bother him. Suddenly Alex sticks two fingers in his ass and rummages inside.

- We're almost there, you're looking beautiful darling - Alex says taking out his fingers - the finishing touches and we're ready to go meet the others - he adds.

Alex heads towards a drawer and comes back with ankle restraints and a collar, with some metal pieces that tinkle as he walks. He throws the ankle cuffs on the table and stands in front of him with the collar in his hand. They smile, he passes it behind his neck and ties it in front. He puts a padlock on it to close it and pulls it strongly to kiss him. Marc would like to wrap his arms around him, but he can't.

He retrieves the ankle cuffs and throws them on the floor looking into his eyes. He kneels down, puts them on his feet, and locks them with a padlock.

- I don't join them because we'll walk, get used to people seeing you. And I'll have a good laugh...

- I see you're really determined to have fun with me - Marc replies.

- To have fun, to use you, to humiliate you, to punish you, to train you... My love, you don't know it, but today is just the first day of the rest of your life. - He looks into his eyes and puts his hands on his shoulders as he says it, Marc melts inside, nervous, a little scared, but eager. - I'll be back now.

Alex returns with an imposing metal hook and a bottle of lubricant in the other hand. At one end, a steel ball, four centimeters in diameter, at the other a ring from which hangs a chain of metal rings no longer than two feet in length.

- Go on, turn around, and lean your chest on the table - Alex doesn't say anything more. Marc simply obeys. He stays with one cheek on the table and the chastity cage pressed between his body and the wood. His cock throbs, he hears the characteristic sound of opening the lubricant, then silence.

The metal sphere appears at the doors of his anus, even through the latex, the touch is cold. Without further ado, Alex starts to press it in. It doesn't go in easily, but when it does, Marc experiences the pain of being penetrated and the relief when it's finally inside. It's not over, he keeps pushing, and he can feel how the sphere moves inside him, it goes up about seven or eight centimeters up his rectum before reaching its destination.

Alex helps him stand up, or rather pulls his hair until he achieves it. He pulls hard on the chain and ties it to a ring on his collar, the click of the padlock closing is heard. Even with a completely straight back, the collar makes it hard for him to breathe and the feeling in his anus, although he is starting to get used to it, is really uncomfortable. He tries to move a bit, but every little movement sends sensations throughout his body.

Again, Alex turns him around, this time he can see the discomfort reflected on his face.

- One last thing and you'll be ready - Alex says - Don't worry, this one doesn't hurt...

Alex kneels down and ties a urine bag to Marc's right thigh. With two latex straps, it is perfectly secured. With a tube of the strictly necessary length, he connects the bag to the catheter and removes the clamp that was blocking it. The bag begins to fill, and Marc feels the warmth of having his urine attached to his thigh in a bag.

- Now, you're ready. Do you want to see how you look? - Alex asks.

- Yes, please, I beg you Master - Marc implores.

- Well, to start, you beg on your knees.

Marc drops to his knees and regrets it immediately. The hook in his ass doesn't forgive and he has to make an effort not to show on his face the pull his anus just experienced.

- Please Master, please. I beg you to let me observe how this body has turned out - says Marc looking him in the eyes.

- Okay. IRIS get rid of all this and put a good mirror so Marc can see himself.

As the living room returns to its usual state, Alex helps his partner stand up by pulling the chain on his back that transfers tension to his ass and neck alike. A mirror appears in front of them and Marc sees himself. He is completely covered in black. The only touch of color are the golden padlocks on his ankles and neck, the silver chain on his back, and the yellow catheter coming out of that ridiculous caged cock between his legs. Alex also observes Marc's reflection in the mirror, he sways without arms, admiring his work.

- I know I told you I was done, but one last detail is missing - Alex says before leaving the scene.

He returns with a gag in hand. A red silicone ball with a bunch of leather straps. Marc likes what he sees, it was really the missing detail.

- Do you want to say a few last words? - Alex asks holding the apparatus at face level.

- I want to kiss you - Marc responds looking him in the eyes with desire

They kiss passionately. Alex holds him in his arms, grabs him by the neck, and squeezes his buttocks during the long kiss.

- I love you.

- I love you.

Alex places the ball in his mouth, Marc bites it and adjusts it with his tongue. His partner ties it tightly behind his head to the point that the process of adjusting loses meaning. A strap in the shape of an inverted "Y" encircles his nose and ties it behind. The one from above his head wraps around his chin and forces him to bite the silicone ball hard with his teeth. His jaw is fixed, he can't open or close his mouth even a millimeter. Breathe, only through the nose.

Alex gives him a kiss on the cheek and turns him around to look at himself again in the mirror. While inserting a finger into his ass that barely fits together with the hook, and massaging the chastity cage, which almost doesn't move with the erection inside, Marc realizes something.

Going out like this will be the greatest humiliation he has ever experienced, but he also knows that very soon he will experience even greater ones. He's so turned on just thinking about it...