The Alex Chronicles

I notice that it’s getting a little dark. Must be late. Right now, I have no sense of time. All I have is now, and now I am licking the bottoms of Master’s feet. Again. And I know He is pleased, because from time to time He caresses my face with the foot I’m not working on. That makes me very happy and I pour more love into what I am doing.

Billy speaks softly to me. “I want you forever, alex. I want every time with you to be just like this whole week. And if it takes more whippings to have you the way I want you, then that is what will happen. Whatever it takes, boy, I will give you because I own you and, more than that, I love you and I would love you even if you weren’t My slave. But you have to be My slave if you want to be happy, and you know that, even before I had you strung up and whipped like a rebellious brat. So now, baby, tell me: do you think you can stand up if I help you?”

“I  I  think so, Master.”

“Then give me your hands.”

I reach up and He takes my hands and I get my feet on the ground and push up and He helps me up all the way. I close my eyes and groan from the pain that effort caused.

Master kisses me on the nose. “You are the keeper of the pain, alex. Your Master is going to marry you some day soon and you will be collared forever with a special collar which can only be taken off by being broken. Now you can let go of everything and just be my owned property and my beloved boy at the same time.” And He kisses me with one of His super kisses and I put my arms around His neck and settle in to Him and drink from Him and give Him my tongue to play with.

Master’s phone signals that He’s been send an email. “that’s probably the pictures that Robert and Michael took today. For our scrapbook. The one I will only show to very special men who can appreciate what it means to be able to whip a slave the way you have been whipped. Nothing on line, though. But the next time I send you to the ranch, I’ll bring them to show Leroy and the crew. The more people who get to see them, the more degraded you become, and that is what you really need, sweetheart.

“Yes, Master, You always know best about anything in this slave’s life. That is why this slave loves and trusts You so much.” I dare to lean forward and kiss Him on the cheek.

Master gets an idea, “I really wish that all those who . . .    he stops   “Holy shit! I think I’m going to change the schedule of how things are going to happen in your life.. Tell Me, boy, what is your pain level when you walk around this room? Give it a try and tell Me.” Hesitatingly I start but, much to my surprise, it doesn’t seem to increase the pain. I go back to Master and say, “4, Master.”

“Does it hurt more when you started walking?”

“No, Master.”

“come outside and take a walk with Me, alex.”

“yes, Master.”

He opens the door and I follow Him outside. The air is cool right now, cooler than inside, and it feels good on my skin. There don’t seem to be any insects looking to feast on my welts, so Master walks me down the driveway and gradually picks up the pace. “Tell me if the pain increases.” We come back to the cabin and I tell Master that the level isn’t increasing. “Good,” He says. Come inside.”

Master is kind of thinking out loud. “So we know the slave can kneel and grovel and stand and walk. The pain level is something it can endure without breaking into tears. Hm….one more thing.”

“Slave, go and carefully sit down on the couch.” I’m not going to think about this. I’m simply going to obey. Carefully, I sit and at first I want to jump right up, but once I settle down and sit my ass and my back hurt more than before. “5 or maybe 6, Master.”

“it isn’t making your tear up, is it, boy?”

“No, Master.”

“okay. That settles it. Go inside and put on a loose pair of gym shorts and an extra large t-shirt. Doesn’t matter what they look like. You’ll be naked when we get there.”

I want to ask Where, but I decide to just hold my tongue and discover what Master is planning. I’m sure it is some kind of display that will degrade me even more when people see the evidence that I’ve been seriously whipped and am still clinging to the Dom responsible for it.

Master is being careful. “sit on the couch again, boy. Be careful. Don’t sit quickly.”

I sit. Master looks at my face. “Bettter? Worse? Over 6?”

“No Master.”

“Excellent. Kneel down and help me put on my socks and boots. Flip-flops will be enough for you, slave.”

I obey and He doesn’t really need much help. He tells me to stand and wait a second. He comes back out dressed like He’s going to the Club. Definitely Dom, but restrained. And in His hand, He holds one of the whips used on me before. I tremble a bit, waiting for Him to tell me where we’re going.

“Outside, boy. Wait by the car. I’ll be right there.”

I wait and when He comes out, He gives me several CBD gummies. “eat these along the way. Put the seat back and fall asleep if you’d like. We have about a 90 minute drive.”

I know it! We’re going to the club. I breathe heavily. He starts the car and slowly drives to the main road trying not to shake the car too much.

“Have you figured it out, boy, where I’m taking you to display you?”

“Yes, MMMMaaster.”

“Let the fear settle. Big breaths. I own you and I can display you anyway and anywhere I want.”

“Yes, Master. Your slave submits even though a little apprehensive.”

“No one will be allowed to touch you. I’m not going to use this whip on you any more today. It’s just for effect and in case someone asks what I used on you. I will be right next to you every second unless I order you to kneel or grovel in front of Me in full view of everyone in the club. In fact, I think I might have you grovel on one of the little stages and have the lights shine on you to reveal that you’ve been recently whipped. I wasn’t planning on taking you there until you were officially collared, but this is a special occasion and I want everyone you or I have ever been with to see you and understand what it is that I am able to do to you. You are forbidden to speak unless Phil is there.”

“yes, Master.”

“I mean when we’re in the Club. Silence at that point. Silence and obedience and soak up all the feelings of humiliation you have, letting everyone you’ve ever rejected or just played lightly with know what I have done to you, what I am capable of doing to you. They will understand that I own you, even if you aren’t officially surrendered to Me. Pain level, boy?”

“5, Master.”

“Good. The gummies work well. I don’t care about you being in much pain, that’s not what I’’m trying to do here. Your pain will be internal as people view you as a spectacle. And if I order you to suck cock, you suck cock with your eyes lowered so you don’t even know whose cock you’re sucking like the slut slave you are.”

“Master, as usual Your words are making this slave’s cock want to jump out of its cage.”

“Hey, how was that orgasm?”

“the most intense this slave has ever had in its life. I thought I was going to pass out from it.”

“I’m glad. I want all your orgasms to be intense, boy. Not often but definitely intense. And always while you are being whipped. I want there to be a connection for you between the pain of the lash and the pleasure of the orgasm that I am allowing you to have. Understand what I’m getting at, alex?”

“Yes, Master. Do You really think such a connection can be established, Master?”

“I don’t know for sure. But we’re going to find out. And besides that, it doesn’t really matter. The fact is that from now on your cock will only experience an orgasm when you’re being whipped or when you’re being fucked by your Master.”

“Wow Master, You are so fucking hot!”

“And it’s all for you, alex. All for you, my love. All for you, you kinky faggot slave!”

I giggle. “Whispering sweet nothings in my ear, bdsm version!”

Master chuckles.

We drive on. I am very sleepy.

“Put your seat back, slave, and close your eyes even if you can’t sleep. I will let you know when we get close to Shackles so you can get your head in order and be ready to have your welted whipped body put on display so slaves can envy you and Masters can be inspired by what I have done to you.”

Sleepy response, “Your words, Master. so hot. set Your slave on fire,”

and then I am gone until Master lightly slaps my chest, thereby waking me up with groans and whimpers. I kiss His hand and put the seat up.

“You make such nice music for Me, alex. I’m gonna have to play you in the Club so people can hear your sweet whimpering and boyish cries. Yes, indeed, slave, there will be more pain tonight, but mostly just humiliation as you become a public spectacle and everyone learns what it is like to be owned by Me.”

“Master, please . . . “ He cuts me off.

“You may not ask for anything, slave. I will make all determinations and you will submit. Don’t forget that I will be carrying the whip that marked you today and I won’t hesitate to use it again if necessary.”

“Yes, Master. totally subjected to You, Master. no wants or desires other than to make You proud, Master.”

“Good way of thinking, faggot.”

He parks the car and nervous anticipation has my blood racing through me. He orders me out of the car, then He reaches into the back seat to retrieve a case of . . I don’t know what . . . and calls me over to carry it into the club. “You are free to look around all you’d like inside until I give the command “eyes down,” and then you will keep your eyes lowered for the rest of the night unless I tell you differently. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. Thank You for allowing this slave to look around a bit.”

“I’m only allowing it in order to help you relax. I was thinking of blindfolding you, but I’d rather you exercise the self-discipline to keep your eyes lowered no matter how much you may at some point wish to see who is viewing you. I particularly hope that some of the Doms who have tried to subjugate you are here tonight to see what has happened to you now that you have been claimed as My property. That will be particularly delicious.”

“ready to embrace that shame, Billy, for love of You.”

“Master only for the rest of the night, boy.”

“Yes, Master.”

He opens the door of the Club and goes to the registration window. He asks that His membership be upgraded to “Master + slave” and hands over a credit card. A simple transaction. Then He also gives my name and asks that my registration be permanently revoked and a refund credited to His account. Also easily done. He turns to me. “From now on, you only have one identity: slave of Billy Wiggins. You have no need of a name in here any more. I have stripped that from you, slave.”

“thank You, Master.”

We are buzzed in and we go to the locker room. Without being told, I strip off my two garments and stand there naked. Two other members are in the room and both of them gasp and take a close look at my body. One of them, who is a Dom, says to Billy, “I have to admire You for what You have managed to get this slave of yours to accept.” Billy shakes his hand and they introduce themselves to one another. The Dom is a recently new member, but obviously is well acquainted with the scene. He stretches out his hand to touch my back, but Master gently taps his hand and says, “all may look but none may touch tonight. This slave was only recently whipped and is still recovering, but I wanted to bring it here tonight to display its shame.” “Well played, Billy,” says the Dom.

Master opens the case, takes out the leash attaches it to my collar. Then a chain with clips attached, and He fastens my wrists to my collar, leaving some range of motion but not too much. Then two clothespins which He puts on my nipples causing me to catch my breath. “You will wear these until the pain forces you to beg Me to remove them.” I open my mouth to reply, but He sticks His fingers in my mouth and says, “You are forbidden to speak from here on in. I’ve brought the penis gag but would rather not use it because I don’t want it to muffle any outcries you may have to make. I told you: I want people here to hear your music tonight, slave.” I open my mouth but then remember what He has ordered and shut it quickly.

Finally, Master takes out the whip and strikes His leg with it and then sticks the handle between my teeth. “Hold on to this. Do not drop it or I will have to use it.” He closes the case and puts it in the locker, closes the locker and fixes His lock to it and then turns His back to me and, tugging the leash, leads me into the main lounge of the Club. There are a lot of people here for a week night. Master is pleased.

Right away, one of the Doms Whom I find especially obnoxious comes over. Master orders, “eyes down!” and I am glad I don’t have see the smirk on His face as He looks me up and down. “Excellent job, Billy. Finally someone has managed to give this slave what it has so richly deserved for so long. I hope You plan for it to happen frequently!”

I don’t know what Master does to reply, although I do know that He just leads me away from the fellow and brings me to the bar and orders me to kneel.

Master orders an iced coffee. Very few members of the Club take alcohol when they are here; pot flows abundantly but that is all. Other than poppers, no other drugs are allowed and an offender is automatically barred from the Club for life, so no one dares to take that chance. Master fixes His coffee and bends down to whisper in my ear, “I made it the way you like it, sweetthing, because I’ll be feeding some of it to you.” I almost thank Him, but to do that I’d have to drop the whip. Nope!

Uncle Adam, the owner of the club, called Uncle Adam by everyone except His vanilla lover and His slave, comes over, happy to see Billy without His disguise and congratulating Him on what He calls His “well-disciplined acquisition.” Is this the implement that was used to punish Your slave?” “It is, Uncle Adam, but it wasn’t used to punish the slave. The slave deserved no punishment. It was used to help train the slave, to help the slave understand what is in its Master’s power to do.” 10 humiliation points to Master! Master takes the whip out of my mouth and orders me to open up. He takes a mouthful of coffee and leans down to expel it into my mouth and I hear admiring comments from onlookers. Apparently we are already drawing considerable attention. I can feel the air getting more oppressive as people gather around. Master makes an announcement. “I invite anyone who wishes to observe my slave closely and see what I have done to help it learn its place, but no touching, please. It’s pain level is still quite high.”

He orders me to stand and then pulls me away from the gathering crowd out into more open air. I hear one Dom say to His boy, “See that! That’s what happens when a sub becomes a slave.” The boy quickly responds, “Then I will stay a sub. That’s far too much for me, Sir.” The Dom chuckles, but then I hear a slap and then the boy apologizes for it’s snide remark and I hear it slapped again. Master orders me to open up, and dribbles some more coffee down my throat.

“alex!” I hear Phil yell. “O my fucking God, sweetie, what has this brute done to my little sister?” Master has not given permission for me to raise my eyes or respond. He chuckles and says, “So this is the infamous Phil! And bare-chested! Perhaps you’d like a taste of this whip that your little buddy has gotten to know so well,” He says in a threatening voice. Phil answers in his most flippant voice, “No thanks, Brutus, so not my scene. But it certainly has increased my admiration for you, Sir, that You have won such submission for my bratty sister. And, if You will pardon my note of concern, since I do happen to be a nurse, I dare say I see a couple of spots that should really be tended to, if You don’t mind my saying so.”

“Thank you for being so observant. By all means, take the boy into the nurse’s office and do what you think is necessary. It has been somewhat difficult for the slave to endure the long car ride, so I’m not surprised that it may need a bit of attention. And alex, once you’re in the room with your friend you have permission to look around and speak. But as soon as you come out, the usual rule apply.” He hands the leash to Phil and says, “Be My guest pal.” Phil, triumphantly leads me off to his domain.

We get into the room and immediately Phil kisses me on the cheek. “Oh honey, I’m so happy for you. You are okay, right?”

“More than okay, Phil. Ecstatic, actually. But sore as hell. What have you noticed?”

“Nothing at all, honey. I just wanted an excuse to get you all to myself for a few minutes. Your picture should be on the cover of every BDSM magazine in existence, sweetheart. You look ravishingly ravished! All I care about is that you are happy.”

“Phil, I’m madly in love with Him, and madly in love with the way He knows exactly how to handle me. It’s not all easy, but nothing is all easy in any relationship, but I have never felt more at peace and more settled than I’ve become this week and I look back over the past couple of years and realize just how unhappy I’ve been and how frustrated. Now there is nothing to worry about. I have become what I have always wanted to be: a true slave. And He has been the One I’ve always been looking for. I still have trouble believing that our needs match up so well. And I have never felt more cared for, more protected, and more cherished than I do now. I know most people would think this is all really sick, but you know, honey. You know me well.”

“Yes, I do. and there is a look about you that I’ve never seen in your before, and I’m not talking about the state of your body, but rather the state of your soul. I just hope nothing happens to ruin it. And, speaking of your body it would be a good idea for me to spray some Witch Hazel on you. It will sting, but it’s obvious that you’ve been well acquainted with stinging.”

“fine, but if there is going to be some pain involved, please go outside and ask Master to come in to witness it.”

“Sure thing, honey.” He leaves and quickly comes back with Master in tow.

“Your friend tells me that this will be good for you but it will also exacerbate your pain. I’m pleased that you realized I would want to be present to witness it.” He unclips my wrists from my collar and orders, “Hands up over your head, boy,” and then He reaches up to hold my hands in His. “Okay, Phil, you are the only person I’d ever allow to torture my slave, but only because it’s for a good reason. Fire away.”

“sorry for the sting, honey,” says Phil, who slowly begins to spray me with the mixture and it does hurt. A lot. I whimper out loud. “Take it, slave, take it as part of the whipping you received,” He orders, and it helps me endure the pain. Phil finishes and Master kisses me tenderly and the tears flow down my face. “You’re a good boy,” He says to me, and I stroke His cheeks with my hands.

“How you doin, Kid?” asks Phil. “It’s settling down, buddy. Thanks.”

“Pain level?” asks Master.

“5, Master.”

“Good. less than when we left the house.”

“Billy, please see me before You leave tonight and I’ll give You a full bottle of this stuff. Use it again before You put him to bed tonight. He’ll be in much better shape tomorrow. And let me put a little bandaid on the side of his ass so it looks like I actually did some first aid on him.”

“No need,” says Billy. “Let them think what they want. But I have to say, I feel a little sorry for some of the subs here tonight. They might find their Dom’s a bit too inspired when they go home later.”

Phil chuckles. “Will serve them right. And alex, give me a ring in a couple days. Let me know how you’re doing.” And to Billy, “do you have any idea when he’ll be back in town, Sir?”

“He’s not going to be back in town, Phil. I’m taking him to live with Me. I’ll be bringing him down in a week or so to close up the apartment. We’ll let you know and I’ll give him permission to go out to lunch with you, how’s that?”

“Wonderful! Thanks so much.”

“Think nothing of it. I don’t intend to isolate my slave from any of its good friends. That would be a sure sign of mental and emotional abuse and I’m not about that. You could do me a favor and let the rest of the guys in its crowd know, and I’ll tell you what: I’ll have you all up to the house in CT for a get-together sometime after the wedding.”

“Wedding? Am I hallucinating? Did you say wedding? OMG”

“Yes, wedding. Details to follow, Phil. Nothing is settled yet, but yes, I am marrying him. Further protection for him should something happen to me. Have to take advantage of the benefits of legal marriage now, you know.”

“I’m so thrilled do know you are so serious about this continuing.”

“Hey, Phil, no one whips a boy the way I had this boy whipped if they plan on ducking away from the scene any time in the future.”

“Good point, dude. Well, I’ll let you guys get back to the party. Don’t forget to check with me before you leave, and I’ll tell Uncle Adam too so He’ll know what to get you if you can’t find me, if I’m tied up somewhere . . . . hopefully!” And Phil dashes off.

“What a sweetheart!”

“Glad You approve of your slave’s friends, Master.”

“Okay, boy. Back outside. Eyes down. No speaking.”

He picks up the leash and leads me back into the club.