My housemate kept calling from the living room.‘Charlie, can we talk??’I could hear him from my bedr

My housemate kept calling from the living room.‘Charlie, can we talk??’I could hear him from my bedroom, and I ignored him as I continued puffing away on my cigarette. ‘What’s going on, man?’ I yelled back, grabbing a slice of cold pizza from the open box. 'It won’t take long,’ David responded. 'I promise.’David was probably going to passive-aggressively talk at me again about the state of the flat. He was a nice guy, usually, if a bit uptight. Let me do my thing, and was cool about me sending him the rent a little late each month. He didn’t even protest too much when he found out I smoked inside. He just hates that I can eat like crap and not gain a pound. David lived at the gym. 'Tell me dude, what’s happening?’ I said, slowly making my way out of my room. David was dressed completely differently to how I normally see him. No gym outfit, no t-shirt and jeans. He was sat there, legs crossed, in a tuxedo. His hair was cut and styled. 'Woah. What’s with the outfit?’He ignored me. 'I wanted to show you what I found in the attic,’ David said. 'A bell.’ I looked nonplussed. As I turned around, wanting to have another fag in my room, the sharp sound rang. It echoed in the room, stopping me in its tracks. It was like I had been paralysed. 'What is that?’ I said. David had the small silver shiny bell in his hand, staring at me. 'I told you, Charlie, it’s a bell. Or more accurately, at least, a servant’s bell.’ He rang it again. It was like the ringing sound had drilled its way into my brain. 'Can you get me a glass of wine, Charlie?’ 'Uhh, sure man. Whatever,’ I said. I figured I could do that. David was already sitting down. 'White or red?’ 'Red,’ he responded. I grabbed the open bottle in the kitchen and poured a glass. When a drop spilled on the work surface, I gave it a quick wipe. I didn’t think to get myself one. I went back to the living room, and said: 'Here’s your wine.’ David wrinkled his nose, and gave another ring of the bell. Something came over me, and I just felt like I was standing improperly. My feet came together, my shoulders went back and I stood up straight. My left hand worked its way to my back. 'Your drink,’ I said, offering the glass with a slight bow. 'Your drink, Sir,’ David urged. What?…I thought. What am I doing? Why am I standing here like a waiter serving my flatmate wine? What was I doing? This didn’t make sense!David rang the bell. 'Your drink, Sir, of course,’ I automatically said. 'How else can I be of service, Sir?’My heart was beating fast. What was happening to me? How was I being controlled?l went to the middle of the room, hands behind my back. Like I was awaiting to be instructed, like I was waiting for a command! 'With every ring of this bell, you become more subservient and obedient to me,’ David said, staring. 'Face it Charlie, you’re a pig. You treat this place like a sty. Things need to change around here.’ He rang the bell again, and this time my mind felt like mist. Like a fog clouding over my thoughts, stopping me from articulating what I wanted to say. 'Go get dressed in the uniform hanging up in my room.’I marched to David’s room, and saw the formal clothes on a hanger. It was like something out of a hotel. I stripped out of my t-shirt and jeans. And I grabbed each piece of clothing slowly but methodically. The jockstrap, the black trousers, the white ironed shirt with a high collar, a black waistcoat and a black bow tie. I never knew how to tie a bow tie before this, but it was like my fingers knew better than me. Then socks, then shiny black shoes, and then white gloves completed the ensemble. As I stood there, I caught a look of myself in the mirror. This was wrong. But I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t stop my hands from tightening the bow tie and ensuring my uniform was tight and straightened. I knew I had to look good for Sir. Sir had picked out this uniform especially. I had to be a good servant for Sir!I looked the part, at least.The bell rang again, and my eyes left the mirror. Knocking the door to announce my presence, I entered head bowed. Hands behind my back, I said: 'How may I be of service, Sir?’'Look at me, boy,’ my Master responded. My eyes looked up, and Master’s cock was out of his tuxedo fly. It was hard, it was beautiful and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it. Master was so powerful, so dominant, I longed to serve him so badly.'On your knees boy,’ Master said. 'Suck.’I did as ordered without a second word. It was right, it felt so right, it felt full. I licked and sucked and tried to pleasure Master as much as I could. 'This will be one of your main duties boy,’ Master said, a hand stroking the back of my head. 'You’ll be my cleaner, my cook, my waiter, my servant, my cocksucker and my fucktoy, won’t you boy?’I could only garble my agreement. I was in bliss.'Yes boy, I’m going to ensure your obedience. I’m going to make sure you never disobey an order. You will always be my servant and my slave.’I was too happy sucking Master’s cock to notice him pick up the bell again. The bell rang. (Shout out to hyphyphurray for the inspiration! Thank you!) -- source link

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