Bought as a slave by a Young Master part 2

After the Master finished drinking his coffee that he ordered me to serve him, he unhooked the chain from the collar and allowed me to lift my torso. My knees were sore from having been in that humiliating position for so long, with my ass raised and my face pressed to the floor. He looked down at me, thin, with that well-groomed beard and his successful-guy bearing, and said in his characteristic dominant voice,

—Let’s talk about your duties, beast. Sit on the floor.

I sat obediently, hands clasped behind my neck, elbows open, eyes fixed on the floor and feet half folded back, spreading my buttocks, leaving my anus and my caged cock completely in his view. He took out a notebook and a pencil, settled into the armchair, and began dictating everything to me in a cold, precise tone.

—At six in the morning you get up, beast. You take the dirty clothes out of the hamper and put them in the washing machine. You take out the trash, gather everything that needs to be thrown away and put it in a bag. Then you go out naked as you are to throw it in the dumpster. At that hour there’s no one around, so they won’t see you. Then you sweep the whole floor; by the time I get up, it must be spotless and without a single speck of dirt. I’ll put the dog collar on you, you’ll prepare breakfast, and I’ll tie you at my feet, animal. I’ll feed you the leftovers. While I go out to do the shopping, you wash the dishes, take the clothes out of the washing machine, iron them, and put them away in the closet. Once you’re done, you kneel with your hands behind your neck and your head pressed to the floor until I arrive. If you didn’t do everything perfectly, I’ll punish you. You’ll do exactly this until Sunday. Understood?

—Yes, Master —I answered in a submissive, resigned voice, without raising my eyes—. I will obey everything you order me to do. Thank you for giving me work and for allowing me to feel useful serving a powerful man like you.

He nodded, satisfied, got up, and took me to the apartment balcony. The tile floor was freezing. He put firm shackles on my wrists and ankles, joined them with short chains, and locked everything with a timed lock that he programmed to open at six o’clock sharp. He left me a deep plate with water on the floor, as if I were a dog, and went to sleep without saying another word.

I spent the night chained on the balcony, naked, fat, and trembling with cold. Every time I tried to sleep, the freezing wind or the pain in my joints woke me. I drank water from the plate by licking it like an animal, resigned to my place. But very aroused at being used as a slave.

At exactly six the lock clicked and opened. I freed myself quickly, stood up with my whole body aching, and began to carry out the orders to the letter. I took out the dirty clothes, started the washing machine, gathered the trash in a black bag, and went out naked into the building hallway with the chastity cage swinging b...