Enslavement of Jim

Chapter Six

After they left the store, and put everything in Simon’s trunk, Simon drove them to a restaurant that catered to the gay lifestyle so that it would not seem strange to have Jim kneeling at the table like a slave, without his shirt or with the new collar the just bought him. It was called a bulldog collar because it has spike all around it, starting at the buckle and ending at the buckle on the other side. In the middle on the opposite side of the buckle the was a d-ring that you could snap chain to, which they did, leading Jim into the restaurant, shirtless, and on a chain, wearing a spiked collar for all the world to see.

Jim stood tall, as if telling the world, try to make something of this, go ahead, just try. Simon led them over to a specialized table that had a section lowered for subs and slaves, so they could eat while in a keeling position. When their waiter came over he only handed Blair and Simon menus, totally ignoring Jim as he kneeled there on the floor, and he left to give then a few minute to look over the selections.

“Look Simon they even have a slave/sub section in here,” said Blair shocked.

“Ya, that is why I brought you here, this restaurant caters to all sorts of lifestyles here, and these are the Master/slave menus. They a little different the regular menus because of the slave section. If you note the selections in the slave area are vastly of a lower quality than the Master’s selection, even if they are healthier,” replied Simon.

By then the waiter returned, and they placed their orders, Jim did not like what Blair ordered for him, and he let his face show it, and the room re-sounded with a slap. Everyone turned towards the table startled at the sound.

Jim looked up at Blair stunned. “I saw that face you made at the choices I made for your dinner. You forgot you’re now a slave to me, my property, to do with as I please. I could not have ordered you anything at all tonight, as would have been my right. But because of my love and concern for you I didn’t go that far, but you’re tempting me to really go into the dark side of my psyche and let it out to play.”

With that Jim hung his head and tears fell down his face in shame for what he had done and made Blair do, and Blair and Simon just ignored him, and continued talking about trivial things, as if Jim wasn’t there at all crying just inches away from them.

When their food arrived with their drinks, Simon and Blair had steaks with all the trimmings and wine, while Jim only received a diet soda, a salad, with low cal dressing, a potato with butter, and a grilled chicken breast with a slice lemon on top for flavor. Sighing quietly Jim ate his meal, making sure not to grimace at it, and making sure he ate it all so not to be punished or embarrass his Master anymore than he already had.

When the meal was over, Simon insisted on paying for it as his treat for the night, the left the restaurant. Jim did not walk out as him walked in, his shoulders were slumped, his head down, and he basically shuffled his way out of the place. He knew he had done wrong here, and now everyone knew his was not the good slave he pretended to be when he came in.

When Jim got into the back of the car Blair saw how miserable he looked and he asked Simon what was that all about, Simon replied, “The slave knows that he has failed you back there in the restaurant, when you slapped him, so he has embarrassed not only himself, but you as well when that happened. That is why he is like that.” Blair nodded his understanding, and let it drop for now.

As they drove they pulled into a pharmaceutical store, and Simon order Jim to go in and get the necessary cleaning supplies for tonight’s show. A red faced Jim, with his shirt and collar on, scurried to obey, and rushed into the store, while Blair looked on in amusement. He “knew” what they were talking about in code, but he left them think he didn’t know.

When Jim returned a few minutes later with a bag that he held close to his chest, and if possible his face was redder that before he went into the store. And Blair just snickered at the picture he saw.

Simon nodded at Jim, and quickly drove back to the loft. Once there, Blair ordered Jim to clean out the trunk and then get into uniform up stairs, he was also told he was never again allowed to use the elevator, Blair said this with a smirk as he and Simon got on said elevator to ride up to their floor.

With a small grumble Jim turned around and went to empty the trunk off all the purchases they had him buy that night, this was going to take more than one trip up and down those long flights of stairs.

Simon was still chuckling when they got back to the loft, he clapped Blair on the back, saying “Good one Blair, good one. You’re shaping up to be a fine Master.”

“Now what I want you to wear tonight is that leather biker hat, the full harness with the cock ring. And those really tight leather pants that Madam Janson custom fit for you. Make sure your nice and hard before you put on the rings, Yes it going to hurt, but pain for fashion tonight. You have to give the right look tonight.

“Okay, Simon, if you say so,” muttered Blair, remembering how Jim made a painful face at the pain he went through the process earlier tonight. Then as Jim came in with his first load, Blair smiled evilly, because he now had a plan for getting into his out fit. “Slave, take off your shirt, no need to hide your buff bod from the neighbors,” said Blair. Red faced Jim took off his shirt and went out to get the rest of the packages and bags from the car’s trunk.

When Jim arrived with the final load, his face was beet red, he had ran into old Mrs. Hopkins from 2nd floor, and she gave him a knowing wink, a quirky smile, and a hard pinch on his right nipple before getting on the elevator for ride to her floor. He just wanted to sink right through the floor right then and there.

“Slave, what has gotten you so red faced and embarrassed?” Blair wanted to know. After telling them what had happened, the two Master nearly fell over and wet themselves from laughing. “I-I-I knew there was something about the old girls past than she was telling everyone, now we know more than any one else,” Blair said laughing.

While the Master were laugh Jim proceeded to get into house uniform, or rather no uniform that is. He quickly got undressed, and stripped, folded his clothes walked over to his assigned area, kneeled and awaited further instructions.

As soon as the two masters stopped laughing, Master Blair turned to the Slave, “Take everything upstairs so we can go through them for tonight’s show, then later we will put the rest in the new playroom, my old bed room. We will of course need sound proofing;” smirked Blair evilly.

Looking slightly wide eyed at what he thought of his somewhat innocent roommate, Jim quickly complied with the orders from Master Blair, and only hear talking slightly to Simon.

“I’m only going to need the slave for a few minutes then I will send him the bathroom to finish getting his preparations done for the party tonight, ok Simon?”
“Sure, Blair, what every, as long as everything is ready by 9:30 we will be on schedule for the show at 10 pm,” commented Simon.

“Good”, Blair said racing up the stairs, towards the slave waiting up there. When Blair finally got up stairs with the slave and all the packages, Jim was kneeling at the foot of the bed and the packages were piles neatly in a corner of the room out of the way. Blair without saying a word to Jim, rooted through the bags until he found the harness he was looking for. Once he did he walked to the other side on the bed, and quickly stripped and folded his clothes on the bed and put his partially un-aroused member through the ring at the bottom of the harness. Ordering the Slave to crawl in front of him, as Jim did and positioning himself directionally under his Master’s balls and cock, head bowed so that the trio would rest on his left shoulder, he waited for more orders.

Blair looked down, smiling that Jim, his Slave did not take the initiative, even if he knew what Blair wanted him to do. Rubbing his head like a well trained animal, “Good boy, yes you are a good boy,” said Blair, in a childish tone one said to ones pets. Snapping back up, Blair the command “Slave I want you make me hard just using you mouth and nothing more than your mouth, do you understand?”

Yes, Sir, I understand my orders Sir,” Jim snapped back, a little embarrassed from first the petting and now this. This was not all the Blair that he knew and loved, but more like a Master he would encounter at the club he created, and he was not sure he wanted that totally anymore as he leaned in started sucking the limp tool.

As Blair felt his cock hard, and started to push it hard and hard into Jim’s throat, saying things to Jim like “Do you know why I am doing this, because you wanted it, because you went to others before coming to me for help. I was your Guide in all things but now I will just be your master, and your will be nothing more than a piece of flesh for me to use as I will for sex.” When he got done saying all of this, he shoved Jim onto his back, “Now, go downstairs and gets cleaned up, you have a show to put on for us to night, and you better put on a fantastic show, otherwise, You will know the levels of pain I can give out.” With that he gave The Slave a sideways kick to the ass to get him moving. Jim getting to his feet scrambled down stairs tears falling from his eyes, knowing that the old Blair was nothing like this at all, and wondering what he had created, in his desires for a Master.