A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Cop

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 13

From Charles Green’s point of view.

“I want you to go into the kitchen and get a knife and fork.”

Chris simply stood there with a look of disbelief on his face.   He said, “Do what?”

“You heard me.  Go into the kitchen and get a knife and fork and come back in here.  There is something I want you to do.”

Chris continued to stand there, and I pointed towards the kitchen and snapped my fingers.  He moved and went into the kitchen and came back with a knife and fork; as I looked at him he had tears flowing down his face.

“Get up here on the bed with me and kneel facing me.” 

Chris stood there shaking his head and said, “No, I can’t do this. I won’t do this.”

“Chris get up on the bed now.”  Slowly Chris got up on the bed.

I said, “I want you to take the knife and fork and to cut off a piece that is about one inch long.”

“I can’t do it.  I won’t do it.”

Chris was staring at the turd that I had pushed out.  It was about 6 inches long, kind of a dark green and firm.  There was nothing mushy or soft about it.  I said, “Chris, look at me.”

His stare was blank, and there were tears running down his cheeks, but he looked me in the eye, when I said, “Chris you were doing so well.  You had proceeded so quickly and now you are fucking it all up.  I have told you to trust me and you are not trusting me.  The problem is that when you defy me I have to increase the anti; I have to make you do things that I never had any intention of making you do, because you have to be broken, and when broken then rebuilt into a sub that is totally dependent upon his dominate partner.”

“You have now defied me not once but twice.  That means that I have to strip you even further; I have to demean you because instead of doing what you are told to do, and trusting me absolutely to protect you, you consider, think about, and doubt the trust that is supposed to exist.  Therefore, what I had planned for you to do, you will do; but when that chore is done then you will be punished and regretfully that punishment will be exponentially more demeaning, more debased, raunchy, disgusting and terrible than had you simply carried out my original instructions.”

“You need to make a decision now:  either you carry out my instructions to the letter or you get out.  You need to accept that I am “all in” to use a poker phrase.  You need to either be all in or all out.  Decide now; use your safe word and leave or pick up the knife and fork.”

From Chris Parry’s point of view.

I could not believe he wanted me to take a knife and fork, cut off a piece and eat it.  I had a choice, either do what he said or to get out.  What was I going to do? 

Not believing that I was doing it, I reached down and picked up the knife and fork and looked up at him.  He said to me, “Look at this piece of paper from the doctor’s office, and read it out loud.”

I put the knife and fork in my left hand and reached over the turd and took the paper from him and read:  “Using one of the large pads from the pharmacy put it flat on the floor or the bed and tuck it in under your buttocks.  Then lying on your back have a bowel movement.  It is important that the specimen not go into the toilet or is otherwise contaminated in some manner. If your movement is soft or runny use a spoon, but if it is firm, then a knife and fork work best.  Obtain a piece about one inch long and using the spoon/knife/fork pick up the one inch portion and put it in the card board box and fasten the top.  Be sure to write the date on the top and put in the refrigerator.”  I stopped reading and looked up to see Charles holding out one of the three boxes, with a pen.

I picked up the knife and fork, cut off a piece and put it in the box.  I took the pen and wrote the date on the box.  He told me, “Now put it in the refrigerator.”

I did so and came back into the room and looked at him.  Again tears were running down my cheeks.  He lay there and said, “Feel better now?”

“Charles will you forgive me?”

“That is not the issue; the issue is:  are you going to accept the consequences for defying me twice?  Your problem is that I cannot allow you to defy me; not even a little; not even after you have done so well.  Your will must be broken and I am going to break you or you are going to leave. If I don’t then our splitting in the future will be that much worse.

“I warned you that you were fucking up; warned you that you were messing up big time and you paid no attention.  Instead of trusting me, you followed your own instincts and thought that I wanted you to eat my shit.  My plan was for you to cut off the piece of shit, put it in the box and then to take the balance on the pad, put it in the toilet and flush it.  Then you defied me.  The price of poker just went up.”  So the question is:  are you going to do what I tell you or are you leaving?  You need to give me your answer.

“Before you give me your answer, let’s review some things so as to put everything in perspective.  If you think about what has happened in the last 30 hours a lot has transpired and we have accomplished far more that I had ever hoped that we could accomplish.

“First, the stage was set quite by accident.  If your Sargent had not told you to set me up, we may never have met.  But he did and as a result you were introduced to male sex, something that you were opposed to but had nothing to base that opposition upon.  Once having tried it, you fretted over it and worried about it for almost two months; your worry was justified as you were so susceptible to man-on-man sex that you begged me not to allow you to cum hands free.

“Second, at dinner last night when you sat down you put your knee up against mine and left it there.  You had to be sending me a message, and that message was that in the time between our first mating and then, when you lay in bed thinking about what we had done, you would run your fingers along the crack in your ass and then sniff the scent of your juices, your slime that your body produced to get to me.  You think I am joking?  The reason that I fucked you in the front hall tonight was that your scent was so strong in the car I could not control myself.

“Do you remember last night when we were on the sofa making out and I put my hands up your pants and fingered your pussy?  Do you remember how wet you were?  You were just as wet as any woman I have fucked.  Do you remember what I asked you before I put my dick in you last night for the first time about your wanting me to do it and what would happen when I did?

“I have not hidden anything from you. I told you that I was going to destroy the old you and make you into something new, alive, honest, and real.  We are not done, but I can tell you the trip is not much longer.”

From Chris Parry’s point of view.

I really fucked up this time.   There it was in writing as to what was to be done and instead of trusting him I panicked.  I would not fuck up any more.  “I am staying.  Please tell me what I have to do and I will do it.”

“Really?  You don’t know what it is that I am going to tell you to do.”

“It does not matter.  My problem was that I did not trust you; I jumped to a conclusion and I am not going to repeat the mistake.”

“Are you really willing to go all in?  I am telling you now that it is not going to be pleasant. As I told you at the beginning I will not let you be hurt.   If you do the first thing you will have to make a decision entirely on your own as to the second.”

“I am not sure what you mean, but that does not matter.  Please tell me what you want me to do so that I can earn your forgiveness and demonstrate my submission to you.”

“Very well.  I want you to crawl up the bed, lean over, take the rest of the turd in your mouth, first using your lips and then hold it in your teeth and take it into the bathroom and put it in the toilet.  Flush the toilet and come back in here.  You are not to wipe your lips or spit.  Do it now.”

I never gave it a thought; I bent over and picked up the turd that was about 5 inches long in my lips.  I could feel it sticking out either side of my lips as it was longer than my lips were wide.  I tilted my head back so as to hold the turd, and to keep it from dropping, I gripped it in my teeth.  I tried to do so gently as I did not want to bite it in two.  I got up off the bed and took it in the bathroom and disposed of it as instructed. I immediately came back into the bedroom and got back up on the bed.

“I am sorry, Master.  Please forgive me.  I can’t live without you; I don’t want to live without you.”

“Oh I have forgiven you; I forgave you the instant that you obeyed me.  Your problem now is you have to forgive yourself, and that is what I meant when I said that you would have to make a decision entirely on your own. I want you to sit there and contemplate your punishment.  The punishment should not only convey your apology, but and more importantly demonstrate your subservience and willingness to submit.”

Charles then dropped the other shoe.  He continued, “I had thought that once I broke you down so that you obeyed me without hesitation it would not be necessary for you to come out at your job.  Such is not the case.  I don’t think that you are able to be in the closet at work and in public the rest of the way.  Therefore, when you go to work on Monday and make the changes about your benefits, payroll deposit and other job related items, you will also tell them of your change of address, and you will tell your supervisors that you are a homosexual and that you are now living with and are life partner of a black man.

“Now if you are willing to make an open declaration of your new lifestyle, then you need to figure out some demonstrative act or acts that will make it very clear to me that regardless of what I tell you to do, regardless of how demeaning, how gross, how sick, how repulsive, that you will do it, smile and thank me for telling you to do it.”

I sat there for a moment thinking what I could do.  Charles lay there on the bed, the pad still under him, naked, his soft cock, lying over his thigh, his balls hanging down between his legs, full of cum and strength.  What could I do to demonstrate my subservience, my trust and my submission to him?

I had fucked up because I thought that he had wanted me to eat his shit.  It was obvious that he had not because all he had me do was to carry it to the bathroom.   Could I meet him half way?  My act had to demonstrate my feelings and submission.  A light bulb went off in my head, and I asked him, “Master…”

He interrupted me, saying, “Chris, look at me.  I want you to look at me when you speak to me.  We are at the end; either you are in or you are out.  What I am saying to you, Chris, is that I love you; I want to be your partner for the rest of our lives; it won’t be easy for either of us, but we can and will have a good life together that can be fulfilling to the both of us.  Me giving and you taking, and as a result of your taking you will give to me something that cannot be bought – uncontrolled and unlimited trust.  For the rest of the evening you call me Charles.  What you do now is final.  The reason that I want some demonstrative act rather than words is that an act is symbolic and a words are just that – cheap.  I have told you that I want you.  Now what were you saying?”

“Charles, could my penance be two things?”

“They can be whatever you want them to be.”

I crawled up the bed towards him; I lifted his legs putting them up in the air spreading them apart and opening him up.  He had not moved after taking the shit and I could not tell how much residue had been left, but it did not matter.  I took a deep breath and leaned down and started to clean my master.  I slobbered, licked and sucked on his pucker trying to get my tongue inside him.  Was it pleasant?  Hell no.  Did I realize that there were some clumps of his shit stuck to the hair around his hole?  Yes.  Did I clean them up?  Yes.  Was there some residue left in his crack?  Yes.  Did I enjoy it?  That is a damn good question, and I don’t pretend that I want to eat shit, but if he tells me to, then there must be a reason for his telling me to do it.  What you must keep in mind is that what I have committed to or what I am doing as a demonstration of my commitment is that I won’t question why he tells me to do something, his very telling me to do it is sufficient; I have sufficient trust in him to accept his decision.  After 5 or so minutes, I put his legs down, and looked him in the eye. “When a man takes a shit he usually has to pee.  You have not gotten off the bed since you shit.”  I picked up his cock and put it in my mouth and looked him in the eye.  I felt the trickle start and then I was frantically swallowing my man’s urine.
 

When he was done I swallowed the last drops and said to him, “I am all in.  I promise you that I will do what you say, when you say, how you say, all without question or hesitation.  I commit to you as your slave, your servant, your partner.  Please don’t reject me.  Please assure me that you will keep me.”

Charles opened his arms to me, kissed me, rolled me over onto my stomach, turned off the lights, and inserted his cock into me. He was on top of me his legs surrounding me and his arms holding me.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/09/12