Slave market: (3) Positive re-affirmation.

A naked slave had entered, placed a flexible table, and put a glass of water on it. He made a bow and walked away. My Master slightly lifted his balaclava and took his time to finish it. I remained on my knees in front of him. I didn't know how much time had passed, but my knees hurt, my nipples were burning, my cock and guts were aching, and yet I could only think about the glass emptying slowly. I think my Master noticed. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, slave," he ordered, and I obeyed. He approached me and slightly lowered his eyelid, let it go, and shook his head. "Are you dying of thirst, isn't that right?" he asked. I nodded. The man went to the communicator and ordered a large jar of beer. A few minutes later, another slave arrived with the order, and my Master drank the liquid slowly, which was dark and foamy. He took the book he had been reading for a while again and seemed to ignore me once more. I think by that moment, I had run out of tears.

My Master stood up and walked away for a moment. He came back with an object in his hand, which he placed on the armchair. "Now, dog, remove your Master's shell," he ordered, and the weights started torturing my nipples again as I moved, especially when the metal clips were released, making me jerk back. I was left with the shell in my snout, and one of his fingers pointed to a spot on the floor. "There," he said, and I had to bend down to deposit the piece of leather on the floor. I returned to my position. Every movement punished me, but I think by that moment, I had stopped thinking that I could escape that punishment. I knelt down again with my head bowed. "Good boy," I heard, and I realized that those words, followed by the tapping on my head, gave me an unexpected pleasure.

I heard the sound of water falling on something. I raised my gaze and could see my Master urinating over a large metal dog plate. When he finished, he placed it on the floor and emptied the contents of the condom he had used to fuck me into the liquid. He pointed with his finger and ordered, "Drink using your tongue, don't slurp. You will empty the plate, and you won't stop until it's completely empty. Do you understand?"

I whimpered, but I obeyed. The weights were in a position they hadn't been before, and the punishment of my nipples became more intense: I didn't think it was possible. I thought it would be hard to overcome the repugnance of drinking that, but although it was warm and had a strong taste, once I managed to swallow the next gulps, I didn't take long to start drinking with some eagerness. I felt the tapping on the back of my neck with the tip of his boot again. "Good dog," he said. Yes, I suppose I was a dog now. I continued drinking until the plate was empty. My guts screamed, now I was hungry, but also afraid to think about what could happen if my Master realized. I licked until the last drop and stood up again to remain in my submissive position. "Down again, slave...