The Knox Method: Chapter 5

When I got out of the shower, the fitness trainer was still there in my hotel room.

"Sir, I actually still need to get the cash for my session with Master Knox," I said. "I was planning to do it earlier, but I forgot about it, since I wasn't allowed out of the hotel."

"No problem," he replied. "Master Knox is running late anyway. Just be quick about it."

"Yes Sir," I said, and started to get dressed.

"No, faggot," the fitness trainer stopped me from putting on my underwear. "I want you to be prepared as much as possible, so there's not much left to take care of when you're back here. Put your panties on and I'll help you fasten the bra too."

"But Sir, I'm going outside. I can't present as a sissy to others," I complained.

"Stop whining, sissy," he shut me up. "You're putting a heavy coat over that, and even if you need to go into the bank branch, you don't need to take the coat off."

"Oh, OK, Sir, if I must," I reluctantly agreed.

"Yes, you must. You must be very eager and compliant if you still want to meet Master Knox," he asserted, as he fastened the bra behind my back. "By the way, you don't need the headphones anymore. I suspect you're sufficiently mindfucked by now and you'll be exposed to his voice in person in no time."

"Yes Sir," I said, and took the headphones out of my ears. I put on a shirt, sweater, and coat. Before heading out, I drank a couple of vodka shots with orange juice, to ease myself into a more relaxed mood.

The fitness trainer stepped closer, giving me a bear hug and revealing his armpit. "Lick, faggot!"

I did as he commanded, feeling so happy in his muscular arms and against his very pumped chest.

He grabbed my ass and said, "stay eager! I'll see you shortly." He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and patted my head.

Finally, I got out the door with my wallet and phone. Thankfully the bank was around the corner, and the clerk was efficient. I was worried it would require two trips to withdraw over $1,000, but the bank was accommodating, and I withdrew a little over $1,500. On my way back I made another stop at a safe location I won't disclose, to deposit my phone and credit cards. I was worried I'd be helpless against Master Knox's charm, and I didn't want to end up spending more than was in my pockets, already way more than I should. I know that could piss him off, but I thought I was within my rights to protect my limits.

I got back to my hotel room and, while the fitness trainer was gone, the other chubby staff member was back, setting up his camera. I immediately got undressed.

"Get on the bed and bring your wallet," he instructed. "I'm going to help get you ready for Master Knox."

I lay on the bed and put my wallet on the nightstand. It was a four-poster bed. Leather straps were attached to each bedpost, and a couple of straps were attached underneath the mid-section of the bed.

"I'm just going to help you get comfortable and presentable, though you can release yourself at any time, because I'm not tying your hands," he explained. "You'll also use them to hand Master Knox his money. In any event, your safe word is very straight-forward. Just say 'stop' and Master Knox will stop and let you express yourself freely."

"Thank you, Sir," I acknowledged.

He raised my legs onto the straps, as you do in a sling, and then he attached the mid-section straps, pinning me down to the bed. "There you go, slut. You look much better like this with your legs up and spread open. That way the first time you see Master Knox, you‘re presenting as the whore that you are."

"Thank you, Sir," I said again.

He chuckled. "You're welcome, sissy. Let me also help prepare your hole for him, as he might fuck you with a dildo," he said. He put a small dildo and a large dildo on the bedside table. Then he applied some lube to my hole and pushed a couple of his fingers inside. He pushed in and out slowly and repeatedly and I let out a moan.

"Fuck, you're such a horny bitch, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically. "Now I'm going to take a seat in the corner, and Master Knox should be here any minute. Here's a hood that you can put on when he says he wants to start filming, and here also is a blindfold that you must put on until he arrives," he said as he put the hood by my bed and handed me a blindfold.

I put the blindfold on and waited, as I imagined submitting to Master Knox. Even without his recording in my ears, his words kept reverberating in my mind, and I thought of myself as a hole for him and imagined myself shrinking smaller and smaller while he got bigger and bigger, towering over me.

At last, the moment I've been waiting for so long has arrived. A knock on the door and the shuffling of feet. I heard the door opening.

"Hey sissy," Master Knox spoke to me. "How is my girl doing?"

"Oh Sir!" I said, finding myself pumping my chest out and spreading my legs a little wider. "I'm excited to finally meet you."

"I can see that," he said, and I heard him open a tube of lube. Then I felt him press a dildo against my hole. I was primed for him and I pushed out a bit, so he could easily slide inside. He pushed in and out and I moaned, "oh Sir!"

"Yeah? Do you like when I fuck you, sissy?" he asked.

"Yes Sir, thank you!" I replied.

"You're welcome, sissy!" he said and giggled. "Now how does a sissy show me she's really grateful?"

"Oh, by giving you money, Sir," I replied.

"That's right, sissy," he said. "Why don't you start giving me money," he proposed, and he took my blindfold off. He was standing beside my bed, dressed in a fancy suit.

"Oh Sir, you look like a million dollars!" I said.

He giggled. "I know. I'm worth much more than that, remember?"

"Yes Sir," I replied and immediately took two $50 bills out of my wallet and handed them to him. "I just meant that you look great in this suit. Your chest fills your suit more than I expected. I mean you're bigger, more pumped than I expected. And you're more handsome than I expected."

"Oh yeah? Fuck, sissy, you're drooling," he said. He touched the side of my lower lip, apparently picking up some drool, and inserted his finger into my mouth.

I sucked on his finger like a lollipop and he inserted another one. "Aren't you a hungry bitch?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, you are, sissy! You're Daddy's little bitch. Now show me how grateful you are that I’m feeding you," he said.

I took three more $50 bills out of my wallet and handed them to him.

"Yeah, you love being Daddy's slutty little girl, don't you?" he asked rhetorically. He pressed the dildo deep into my hole again. "I'm looking like a million dollars and you look like a cheap whore in panties, a bra, and a wig, with your legs spread wide, letting a stranger in a suit fuck your hole with a stick and take your money."

"Yes Sir, it feels great," I replied, as I moaned. "Please take my money, Sir." I counted four $50 bills and handed them to him.

"Good girl," he said and giggled.

“Oh, Sir!” I moaned as he kept thrusting the dildo in and out of my hole. “I never thought I’d want a straight guy to fuck me, since I saw you guys as unavailable to me.”

”Look at that,” he said. “And all it took was for you to give up your manhood,“ he giggled.

“Yes Sir,” I acknowledged. “As I’ve never done before.”

“As you’ve never done before,” he taunted me. “Go ahead and thank me for that too.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Sir,” I said, and counted five more $50 bills.

“That’s my girl,” he said and took the money from my hand. “Do you like when everyone sees what a slutty bitch you are?” he asked.

“I do, Sir,” I replied. “But no one has ever seen me as a sissy.”

“Let’s change that,” he said. He snapped his fingers and the chubby guy came over. "Here, you can take the wig off and put the hood on your head, if you prefer not to be recognized in the video," Master Knox said to me.

I did as he suggested. The hood only had openings for my nose and mouth, not my eyes, so I couldn't see anything.

Master Knox pulled the dildo out of my hole and I heard him open the tube of lube again. Then he pressed the thicker dildo against my hole and pushed it inside.

I gasped as the dildo was sucked into my hole. Master Knox pushed it in and out and I moaned.

"Do you like how that feels, sissy?" he asked.

I nodded affirmatively.

"Show me how much you like it, sissy," he said and he put my wallet in my hands. I counted six more bills and handed them to him.

He pushed the thick dildo harder and deeper into me. "Do you want more, sissy?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"Yeah, I bet you do, you horny bitch," he said. "It's fun giving Daddy his money," he said, as he pounded my hole harder.

I gave him another bill.

"Fuck yeah, I love how you can just give me money blindly, literally, without seeing the bills. Do it again, sissy," he ordered, “double it.”

I took two more bills and handed them to him.

"Fuck yeah," he said, giggling. "Such a good little girl. Now stop the filming," he said, I assume, to the chubby guy. Master Knox unstrapped me from the bed. "One last scene to capture on film, and we're done for this evening, unless you want to keep playing. Now comes the wet part. Chubby here is going to guide you to the shower and you're going to kneel inside it like an eager little bitch."

"Yes Sir," I acknowledged, and I stood up from the bed, with my head still covered by the hood, as I was guided by the chubby guy into the bathroom.

“Alright, sissy,” Master Knox said. “Get comfortable kneeling inside the shower by the wall. I‘m going to put your wallet just outside the shower on your right. Why don’t you lean forward so you know where to find it, before we begin filming?”

“Yes Sir,“ I said and leaned forward as he instructed. I reached forward with my hands and felt the wallet on the floor, just outside the shower.

“Good. We’re going to start filming,” he said. “I may pose questions to you, but I know you don’t want your voice to be identified, so I’m just going to ask yes/no questions and you can nod for everyone to see your response on camera.”

I nodded affirmatively.

“Good girl. Start filming,” he said to the chubby guy.

After a brief pause, he addressed me again. “Do you want my piss, sissy?” he asked.

I nodded “yes.”

“I want to see how desperate you are for my piss, sissy.”

I leaned forward to grab my wallet and as I flipped through the $50 bills, Master Knox counted their number out loud: “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Fuck yeah, sissy. That’s $350 in total. Now I’m going to count all the bills you gave me today, all $50 bills, because I know how much you like it when I count. One…” his warm piss hit my face. “Two,” his piss hit my chastity cage as he continued counting and spraying me from head to toe. “Three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten.“

He paused his counting and pissing at the same time. “Oh, look at my pathetic little bitch! You’re all wet now. Do you want me to keep counting?”

I nodded “yes.”

“Alright, sissy. Get ready,” he said and resumed pissing. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, twenty.“ He stopped pissing and counting. “Are you feeling excited, sissy?” he asked.

I nodded, “yes.”

“Good girl,” he said. “I’m out of piss, but I brought a bottle for you, and you can drink it until I finish counting,” he said. “Ready?” he asked, as he handed me a bottle.

I nodded “yes” and unscrewed the bottle’s cap. I started drinking when he restarted his counting: “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, thirty! You can stop now, sissy. Well done! That’s $1,500, just like we planned, you eager pathetic little slut. Do you want to keep going? Do you want to make Daddy even happier?”

I nodded “yes.” I was in such a high and I absentmindedly spread my legs.

“Oh, you horny whore,” Master Knox said and I heard him open the tube of lube again. Then he pushed the thick dildo against my hole and pushed it inside.

I moaned.

“Yeah, you love when I use your holes, don’t you, sissy?” he asked.

I nodded “yes,” though he may have meant that as a rhetorical question.

He giggled and pushed the dildo in and out of my hole.

I let myself moan like the whore he saw me.

“Let’s see how much you have left in your wallet,” he said. “I bet you wish I held your wallet all the time. You don’t want to hold money. You want me to hold all of it and just take whatever I want from you. You love getting cashfucked,” he said, as he kept fucking my hole with the dildo. “I see just a few more bills in your wallet. So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to count the $50 bills while you keep drinking my piss from the bottle, and for every bill, I’m going to push that dildo in again. Ready?”

I nodded “yes.”

“One,” he said, and pushed the thick dildo hard into my hole. “Two,” he did it again. “Three,” he seemed to get deeper inside me, and I gasped. “Four,” he pushed and I moaned. “And five,” he said, as he pushed it in and then pulled it out, leaving me empty.

I whimpered.

“Do you want more, sissy?” he asked.

I shrugged.

“What does that mean?” he giggled. “Where’s your phone?”

I shrugged again.

“Stop the recording,” he said. “You can take the hood off your head, sissy,” he added.

I took the hood off and wiped some piss drops off my face. “I don’t have my phone with me, Sir,” I explained.

“Oh, were you afraid you wouldn’t help yourself, sissy?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I said.

He laughed out loud. “Oh sissy. That’s alright. You did well today. $1,750 for a broke bitch is not bad at all. But you know the rule, I’m only interested in you as long as you’re staying useful. So that’s it for today,” he said. “I’ll see you soon,” he added.

That was it. He wasn’t going to beg for more. He never does. He stepped out and I heard him close the door behind him. He just left me there, soaked in his piss and feeling its taste on my tongue, desperately eager, and deep in thought about what had just happened, how he fucked me in every way, and what he said. Will I be able to resist playing more with him or was he right that he would see me again soon?