FIFOS - Slave 87

FIFOS - Stands for Fly In, Fly Out Slave and that's exactly what slave 87 recently did for a session. He flew in for the day from Tasmania and then flew home after the session. We had been chatting for a couple of weeks and he announced that he was coming to see me.

This is not the first time that this has happened as I have had slaves visit me from New South Wales and Tasmania before for sessions. I even had one visit me from the USA although he was on a trip and so it wasn't just to meet me.

The appointed day arrived and he text me as directed when he arrived. He was told to come inside and put on the dog collar and hood that was placed in the middle of the floor. Once properly attired he was to call out that he was ready to serve me.

I have done this in the past and had the slaves strip but today I wanted to savour getting him nude myself. When I walked in he was kneeling in a submissive position which I felt was a good start. I had a quick grope of his body and then got comfortable in front of him and started to order various pieces of clothing to be removed.

The hood he had on had the eye holes covered and so he couldn't see very well. As each piece of clothing came off, I took the time to check out his body and got up regularly to fondle each newly appearing bit of skin.

He is a 6' tall guy of around 38 years of age with an uncut cock. It's not much to look at on the slack but is a real grower and comes to a respectable 6" when hard. When I say hard, I mean pointing to the stars hard and quite perky and quicker than a beaver to get wood. He was quite hairy but had nicely shaved pubes.

As part of the lead up to the session I taught him my three standard poses over the internet. Once fully nude except for a nice covering of my finger prints, I had him adopt my three poses. I had him changing positions rapidly until I was satisfied that he knew them and was puffing from the exertion.

I then led him into the bathroom where I was going to do some deforestation of his body hair. It was at this point that he told me that he couldn't be shaved any further as he had a girl-friend. Damn those female vixens. Back into the central play area where I got him to model his underwear collection.

I had forgotten that I had half promised to go to lunch with a gay mate. He never confirmed it but suddenly turned up looking hungry. I had a little heart attack on hearing the knock on the door and may have let out a small amount of wee, as I could only think it might be the neighbours. The moment I saw who it was, I let him in and started to apologise. The easiest way of explaining I thought, would be to show him, so I brought slave 87 out of the hallway where I had him hiden. My gay friend is very inexperienced and so as a treat to him and slave 87 I had him join me on the couch for the fashion show. The presented underwear were quite sexy and I was surprised that he didn't wear them for the girl friend. All up there were around half a dozen pairs I had him model. Some were jock straps, some had strategically placed zips for easy cock access, some were see through and some were a little short of material. Some were made of leather, some rubber and some shear enough to be made of the finest mesh. Needless to say I had to have a good feel of each pair to get the full texture experience. It got his dick thermometer excited as it was poking out and difficult to get in some of the underwear. He also brought a rubber cock ring that stretched his balls out and separated each ball. I had him model that and checked it out in detail in a braille like frenzy. I needed a little sit down after all the excitement and let slave 87 have the honour to worship my feet. Nothing like a nice warm tongue going over your feet and sucking on your toes. Diligently he tongued both my feet and all my toes. I wanted to see how he responded to edging and so I tied his arms to his thighs and placed the spreader bar on his legs and commenced edging him for around half an hour. His cock was very responsive and as he hadn't cum in a couple of weeks, I was looking forward to a big load. He made some comment about not minding a few stripes on his arse in our lead up chats and so I got out the punishment dice. One die goes from one to six and the other goes from two to sixty four. I lay out six weapons of choice and then give the slave the option to roll the dice. The number on the first dice represents the weapon. The second die represents the number of whacks. His first roll got him two whacks with my hand. Hardly a challenge. His second roll got him 32 whacks with the leather strap. Now that was a much more difficult challenge. His final roll got him eight whacks with the wooden spoon. Time to break for lunch. While I was off making pasta for my friend, I couldn't have a slave doing nothing. I tied his hands behind his back and then had him lean in to the wall. I placed a used pair of my underwear between his nose and the wall. He was told if he dropped the under wear he would get another roll of the dice. Well, he dropped the underwear didn't he and having his arms tied behind his back he couldn't pick them up and so he was caught. His punishment roll of the dice was sixty four whacks with my hand. I bent him over the back of the couch and administered them in groups of ten. This where it started to get a little weird. At the start of the session I advised slave 87 that I had another slave arriving later in the afternoon. This slave is number 66 and he is basically set and forget and so I didn't think it would be a big issue. It was a last minute confirmation by slave 66 and so I couldn't give any warning. All I wanted was for slave 87 to help me strip slave 66 and then place him in his straight jacket and sleep sack.

So by help I had slave 87 do the work while I oversaw the action. We got it done but then slave 87 advised it was time for him to go. It was later while chatting on the internet that he advised he was not comfortable with the unexpected crowd. It was a bit of a downer way to end a session for all participants. I try my best but it doesn’t always come off as I anticipate.

Ripping into slave 6

I always like my slaves to look their best. One thing I like to see is that slaves have their pubes removed. This is important for a couple of reasons. The act of hacking back the forrest gives the slave a practical way of worshipping his Master when they are not together.

It gives a lot clearer view of their play ground and the hair doesn't get caught in ropes, cock rings, and chastity cages. It also clearly defines the manly Master and the non-manly slave. So I always insist that slaves are denuded of pubes after their first visit. I let some slaves retain their pubes where they may be straight guys who don't want to tip off the wife that they are playing around on the side such as slave 64. Today I met with slave six. He missed our last waxing appointment and so he had extra long hair.

I get slave 6 fully waxed except for his legs. Front, back, pubes, ball sack and crack. He sent me a photo requesting to serve me and I noticed his amazonian rain forrest and suggested a quick meeting to do some serious land clearing. I always find this fun to watch as he is totally nude for the waxer. The waxer generally starts off holding his package with paper tissue but invariably ends up holding his meat and two vege in his hands, as he works on the clearing.

I love the looks of pain as his ball sack is ripped from his body or a clump of hair removed in one foul swipe from his arse crack. Don't you think he looks much better now?