The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Four

1. Learning my place.

Billy and Papa embrace and Papa wishes him a nice trip, and then we are quickly out the door and I am helped into the van. Billy asks me to share my thoughts about everything that happened in His father’s place. “One thing I noticed, Billy, is that the entire time we were there we slaves were not really part of the conversation; we were spoken about as if we were cars or lampshades. And we were only spoken to when being given a command.”

Billy smiles. “The conversation going on was a conversation between Superiors, free men, discussing preferences and thoughts about how to handle subs. Subs were as objects, to put it best, property with enough intelligence to obey simple commands. Some Masters treat their slaves like that all the time and hardly ever step out of role, but I’m not at all interested in that. Too much pressure. And if this works out between us, and I hope it will, you know that I am going to cherish you, but cherish you as My slave. We will work out together how we live out that reality. We have a lot of talking to do. That is why we are taking this trip. ” Wow! That sends my heart beating.

“What else would you like to tell me, alex?” asked Billy.

“Crock eating like a dog. . . . definitely not my thing. I love the way You feed me, Sir. I love having to lick Your fingers clean.”

“I like doing that. Never did it before but it feels like a natural thing to do with you. Keeps you in your place and makes Me feel like I’m taking care of you. That’s important to Me. When we’re out to eat, it will be more subtle, but I will still find ways to feed you. After all, a lot of vanilla couples do the same thing, eating from each other’s plates, things like that. Have you ever noticed it?”

“Yes, I have, Sir. I just like the idea that everything comes from You.”

“It has to be that way, alex. I want you naked and penniless, owning nothing; no bank accounts, no car, no apartment, nothing at all. Just the clothing I allow you to have when you have to wear clothing.”

“But what happens to me if, God forbid, you suddenly die or are killed?”

“I’m making arrangements that I don’t wish to discuss at the moment. All you need to know is that I have things in mind that will make sure you are taken care of no matter what happens. Besides that, you will be meeting many Doms along the way. It might very possible that one of them will want to take charge of you if you are without a Master. You never know what the future may bring. Best thing is simply not to worry and to trust Me.

“Wow. You have thought about this a lot.”

“Well it’s the same thing Dad has done for crick. So don’t worry about stuff like that.”

“Yes, Master. thank You for answering me.”

“So, as we’re driving along here, I want to know more about what’s in your head. Start with telling me about possible hard limits—that is, things you never want to do or have happen.”

I already have a list I used to use when trying to set something up with other Doms, so this isn’t hard to answer; besides I have a few more things to add to it: “Blood, burns, scat, broken bones, permanent marks or other bodily damage, being left out in the sun for a long time, face bruises or black eyes, being locked away and left alone, being sold or given away, being deprived of sleep or nourishment, permanent separation from family or friends, being branded, feminization of any kind, forced to have sex with women, deprived of cellphone/online communication, being prostituted out, deprived of reading material, painful bondage and cold showers.”

Billy chuckles at the last item. “I agree to everything on your list, even the cold showers, but I might leave you naked outside in the rain to punish you, or maybe take away your communication for no more than one week as punishment. And you forgot to mention dog/puppy training. Or are you interested in exploring that?”

“No, Master. Add it to the list.”

“You also didn’t mention anything about watersports.”

I smile shyly at him.

“Is that something you really, really want?”

“No, Sir, not really; it’s all up to You, just like most things.”

“Good to hear. But it is really important for me to know things that really turn you on or you would like to try or experiment with.”

“This sub gives out really strong signals, no, Sir?”

“Well, so far you have. How about heavy impact that reduces you to tears and sobbing, like what happened last night with Daddy?”

“up to You, Sir, but may I have safe words?”

“Of course. Use green, yellow and red.”

“What does green mean?”

“Green means that I am doing something and you really like it a lot and want more. Yellow means that you’re close to panicking and need me to back off a bit. Red means that whatever we’re doing stops immediately. But know this, slave: if I am punishing you for anything at all, I will explicitly tell you I am taking away your safe words.”

“Like when you told me I couldn’t ask for mercy or for the spanking to stop last night?”

“Yes. Now that you have safe words, it makes it easier for both of us. But “no safe words” means that you are going to be treated like a real slave and can’t ask for mercy or anything to stop.”

“The idea both frightens me and excites me to know that punishment is a real part of my life now, Billy. Makes me feel like much less than a real man.”

“Precisely. You ARE less than a real man now, boy. Billy reachhs out and pats my head. “You are My boy, subject to My rule and always subject to punishment if I feel it’s needed to motivate you or to get a point through to you. You know, alex, I wasn’t sure how you were going to react to Me when I first contacted you, so I have to say that I am very happy to realize just how much you have always wanted this type of relationship.”

“I have always wanted it, Master, and I was always hoping it would happen with someone, but the fact that it is YOU who are my Master is like my wildest dream come true. And since You want to know everything about me, I have to tell you that the way You make me finish You off after You piss, no one has ever done that before, Sir, but GREEN!”

“That’s my good pig. Eventually you will serve as my urinal, but you won’t have to swallow all of it unless you want to. If anything, I might give you a mouthful to swallow every once in a while, but it’s not on the top of my list for ways to humiliate you. A lot of Masters say “slaves drink piss,” and leave it at that. And a lot of slaves learn to live with it and even like it. Everyone is different and has its own configuration of practices.

“Master, anything involving piss humiliates me.”

“Good to know, especially if you’re being uppity. Also, slaveboy alex, you will suck a lot of cock—anyone I want you to suck, but the only one who fucks you is your Master. And I’m not into fisting.”

“I should have had that on my list, Sir. Glad to hear it’s not on Yours, Master.”

“No. There are long range consequences to that practice. I have a friend who loves to get fisted, and now he has to wear a diaper all the time because he no longer has any control back there.”

“Yuck! I would consider that a permanent body modification.”

“You also didn’t say anything about piercings or tattoos.”

“Not eager for it, but You own this slave’s body, Sir.”

“Later on tonight you’re going to write out a complete list for me and add anything else that comes to mind. It will become part of our contract.”

“We’re going to have a contract?”

“of course. But no expiration date. As far as I’m concerned, this is permanent.”

“Master, what about my job?”

“Does it have an option for working from home?”

“Yes, Sir, but they do sometimes ask that everyone come in so we have the camaraderie and because it helps creativity.”

“Makes sense. We’ll discuss it before your vacation ends, and by the way, why is it so long? Six weeks is unusual in this country.”

“The company is owned by a German corporation. There are definitely advantages to that.”

“You realize, of course, that you will live with me in CT?”

“I wasn’t sure about that, Sir. Good to know.”

“So if you have to go in to work one day, I’ll arrange a car. And by the way, as long as I let you work, you turn over your paychecks to Me.”

“Direct deposit, Billy.”

“So change the account number the money is moved to. We’ll take care of that before you go back to work.”

“Have to do it sooner, Master. This is a paid vacation.”

“then we’ll take care of it when we get to the cabin. And the next time we’re in New York we’ll close out your accounts and sign everything over to me.”

“I’m not very wealthy, Sir, should let You know that.”

“Doesn’t matter to me one bit. What does matter is your act of surrendering everything over to Me without limit.”

“Turn on. Green, Sir.”

Billy laughs and smacks me hard on my left inner thigh. I immediately spread my legs.

“Good boy for spreading. Did you notice the way crick was sitting in the corner?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Make sure you do that whenever you can. Legs always spread, making yourself as available as possible. I want immediate access to your inner thighs and your balls, boy. It all belongs to Me and it is a good area for a slave to experience pain. I’ll enjoy hitting and punching you there.” And with that, he delivers a hard punch to my balls. I double over.”

“sit back, bitch. Experience the gut-wrenching pain without trying to hide yourself in an effort to comfort yourself.” He punches me there again and immediately holds His arm across my upper chest so I can’t bend over. The pain is worse this way and I can hardly get the words out, “thank You, Master.”

“And that’s the way it will be. Enough for now. No more talking.” He turns on music and I sit there silently, waiting for the pain to abate.

2. Car torture and pea soup

 

We ride along for a very long time. The music is nice as is the scenery. I doze off from time to time. He keeps His hand on my thigh, sometimes smacking me, sometimes caressing. I am getting drunk on His touch. This is such a wonderful state of mind to be in, simply accepting what happens, whatever it might be. Once He punches me in the balls and I double over. He reaches out with His arm and pushes me back against the seat and I take a few deep breaths to deal with the pain in my gut from the punch. He gives a command:

“Whenever you recoil from a blow, always get back to your original position as quickly as possible, no matter what. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. I know you want to please Me and make Me proud of you.”

“I do, Billy, really.”

“Well then, let’s see.” He raps me in the balls again and I recoil but quickly push myself back into position. He grunts His approval and then leaves me alone for a while.

“Put your seat all the way back and settle. You’ve been through a lot lately. It’s okay to fall asleep.”

I’m grateful for the invitation because I can hardly keep my eyes open. I doze off, this time falling into a deep sleep until He gently shakes me to wake up as He is pulling into a highway rest stop.

“Put your seat up, baby. We need gas.” He hands me a credit card and I understand that this is a slave’s task. I get out of the van to work the pump. That done, we continue down the highway and get off at the next exit, following the signs to a rural diner. Before I sit down, He says, “Go and piss. Make sure you dry off the cage before pulling up your pants. Meanwhile I will order your lunch.” As I make my way to the single-person rest room, I realize that Billy is deciding what I will eat. my piss flows from my body through the cage into the water below, I remind myself that I must let go and surrender all right to self-determination in small matters as well as great, and I can’t help but lower my head and my eyes while I imagine that Master is standing before me observing my submission. This thought is more satisfying than anything I have ever experienced in actual sexual encounters with make-believe Doms. This is for real.

I take my seat across from Billy. Glasses of water have been put on the table and in front of my seat there is a chocolate milkshake with a swirl of whipped cream on the top. Billy winks at me and gets up to use the rest room Himself. I continue to fall in love with the hard/soft nature of this man who claims that He now owns me lock, stock and barrel. Yes, He does.

He returns. “Use your spoon to get the whipped cream. Don’t make a mess, boy.” I blush because the waitress hears what He says to me as she places our food in front of us: a cheeseburger and fries for Master, a bowl of pea soup with crackers for me. “Thank you for feeding me, Master,” I say. I don’t care all that much for pea soup, but that doesn’t matter. More surrender. “Finish it all or you will be whipped when we get to the cabin,”he says. I keep my eyes on the bowl of soup and concentrate on eating. Fortunately, the waitress did not hear that remark. “Eyes up,” Billy commands, and I see that He is extending His hand to offer me a French fry. I take it from His fingers with my mouth and try to lick the salt from His flesh but He withdraws His hand too quickly for me to do it.

We continue our meal. I make sure to leave no trace of soup in my bowl and I drink my chocolate treat through a straw. Billy doesn’t eat all of His cheeseburger. He leaves a large piece of it on His plate and then pushes it to me. “Finish this.” I take it and I eat it and it tastes so very very good. “When the waitress comes over to leave the check, “alex, suck all the remaining milkshake through your straw and make that slurping noise that hairless little boys are so fond of making.”

She arrives and I do as I had been commanded. She gives me a funny look and I smile at her with my chocolate mustache. As she sets the check next to Billy, He takes His napkin and reaches across the table to wipe my lips clean. “Autistic,”he explains to her, and she nods and gives me a patronizing look. For the first time, I have a strong negative reaction to something He said. And He knew it. “We’ll talk about this in the car,” He mumbles to me on our way out the door.

Do I really want to deal with this? Do I really have to explain why I reacted? Oops, I forgot that I am not in control and that for most things, I have no choice other than to be transparent (=naked).