The Alex Chronicles

I had a nice time with my friend Phil although I really didn’t like being away from Master. This is really the first time since He claimed me that I’ve been away from Him for any length of time and I felt unmoored, something like I used to feel before I became Billy’s slave.

Phil and I talked about recent events, and I told him how turned off I got with MM, and also how I had finally begged Master to stop using Michael to punish me. Phil was happy to hear that Master agreed to stop but that He would be looking around for other Superior Men to use as punishers in the future. I told Phil He was thinking of using MM, but now that’s not going to happen.

Phil made an interesting observation: It seems like the deeper I get into my slavery with Master, the less I seem able to submit to abuse from other Doms, and the more quickly I seem to draw the line. Phil things this is a good thing and an indication of how deeply I am touched by the way Master dominates me but also cares for me at the same time. I’m less able to tolerate Doms who treat me like an object to be kicked around. Phil thinks this is a sign that things are healthy between me and Master, and also that I’m getting to the point where I can no longer tolerated impersonal cold encounters with no emotion connected. It shows how deeply I’ve fallen in love with Master and, no matter how much He continues to train and degrade me, it is all to my benefit and it is all making me very happy. I’m in a lot safer position now than I was when I was a “free man” and basically settling for any bdsm activity no matter how cheap or how nasty it was. Phil says I’m becoming a “love junkie.” So be it.

We had a great lunch. Phil told me about some of his latest exploits, and also about one Dom he’s met Who shows a lot of promise. He’s not as much into the mental stuff as I am, but certainly appreciates a hot scene where he ends up being sore for a few days afterwards. There’s a new club opened up about an hour south of where Phil lives and he intends to visit it in the near future. I’m interesting in finding out how things turn out and what the new club is like. He said that if things work out with him and this new Dom who’s been using him, he might suggest they pay a visit to Billy and me sometime soon.

I told Phil that Master made me quit my job. For some reason I hadn’t mentioned it before. Phil was happy to hear the news because he know how much I hated that job. He also things that it’s hot that I now longer have any form of income (except for the vacation pay which I keep getting—which is turned over to Master). He says that it seems hot that I am completely at Master’s mercy for financial well-being, but at the same time, am enjoying some benefits that I never could have afforded before on my own, like going to fancy restaurants. This time we went to a trendy Asian Fusion place and had a great meal. Phil asked me to thank Master for him and looks forward to future visits.

I have to admit that I was kind of distracted at times, thinking of the horrible night I had with MM, and also wondering what was going on at home, where Master intended to give the guy a hard time. Very interesting. Part of me wishes I could be there to see what’s happening, but part of me also realizes that it’s for the best that I don’t get to see MM being treated like a sub. I guess I still have this inner secret desire that things could be made okay between MM and me in the future, but I’m also grateful to Master that He’s decided He will no longer allow MM to be alone with me. I love the fact that Master is so protective of His property. Besides, no one could ever get away with doing the things to me that Master enjoys doing so much.

Finally it was time to go back home. I’m glad I didn’t have to do the driving. Smitty doesn’t talk much when He drives anyone around. I was glad, because I really needed to catch up on sleep after being forced to sleep on the floor by MM. I sleep so much better when I’m in my cage. Phil thinks that’s funny—I’m responding to being locked in a cage the same way a dog is. In a way, it’s home, and I’m safe. Nonetheless, I much prefer to sleep in Master’s arms, but, of course, the decision is His as to where and how I sleep. Actually, I’m finding it better to be alone and caged when I’m really hurting from a rough scene with Master. Interesting the way things are developing. I’m glad I have Phil as a friend because He is so perceptive about things and points things out that I‘ve never thought of before. This was a great visit and helped me to see areas of progress that I couldn’t identify on my own. It’s so true: Master is changing me into someone different than I thought I’d ever be. This thrills me inside. This idea that He has the power to mold me and to change my reactions and attitudes about so many things. Truly I am owned. Truly I am becoming whatever it is that Master wants me to be. My submissive nature is being systematically remade by the Man I love and to whom I have given my life. Can’t wait to see Him again. Little did I suspect what was in store for me when I got home.

Shortly before arriving home, Smitty’s phone rings and since it’s connected to the limo, and they have a brief conversation about something Smitty is going to do after he drops me off home. After Master ends the call with Smitty, He calls me.

“Sweet boy, you’ll be pleased to know that I made a lot of progress with Mitchell and I believe I have managed to get Him to understand a lot of things He didn’t fully understand before about being a slave. However, because of what happened, I think it is time for us to have some very personal and very intense time together, just you and Me, so that you may more fully become My total slave disconnected from your former life.”

When I get home, He is sitting on the couch barefoot. He looks up and smiles at me [tremble!]. I quickly strip down and practically throw myself at Master’s feet and really make love to them. “Hmmm, it feels like you’ve had a very nice time today. I’m glad you are so happy, because I’ve got some serious things to discuss with you.

“First of all, once we get finished here, I am going to take you over to the dungeon and it is the last time you will leave that room for the next 3-5 days. Then I’m going to strap you down to the spanking stool and give you a good solid hand spanking, and, because this is going to a very special part of our lives, after you’ve safeworded the spanking or I’ve decided to stop, I am going to cane you. 6 lashes. I know you have never been caned before, but I feel this is going to become very important to during the days we are together in there. No safe word. I am simply going to do it just to show you that I have absolute and complete ownership of you and control over every single aspect of your life, especially when it comes to beating or punishing you. I can do it simply because I want to. End of story.

“Like I said, this is going to be a very special time between you and Me, a time filled with love and I don’t want to have to do anything but love you with no more spanking or whipping or anything at all like that distracting us from being together. That is why I am going to make sure you are very, very sore when it all begins, just to remind you that there is always some pain involved with love.

“Then, after I am finished with you at the spanking stool, I will let you down and you will crawl into your cage and I am going to lock you in there for most of the next 72 hours, only to remove you in order to clean you and take My pleasure from you. You will be fed through your water tube. I replaced it with a wider tube because you will be drinking special shakes and smoothies I am preparing. These will provide you with all the nourishment you need, along with a couple of special things I’m adding in that I know you will like.

”And so, during that time, either you will be alone with your thoughts and feelings, or you will be with Me. I will be the only person allowed into your life during all that time. The rest of the world no longer exists; only Me as your Master, and Husband, and love of your life. There will be nothing to distract you. I will spend quite a bit of time sitting there next to you, and one a day I am going to remove you from your cage, bathe and brush you, and then take My pleasure from you. After that, with you strongly blindfolded and leashed, I will take you outside and we will walk together around both houses on this compound. Just you and me. There will be nothing to interrupt your vision of Me smiling at you. And when we get back to the dungeon I will remove your blindfold and put you back into your captivity. No need to remove the leash. It will be fine in there with you and again will remind you that you are leashed to Me forever. Now do you have anything to say in reponse, my beloved slave?

“Only that I love You and I respect Your wisdom and that I trust You completely. All that time with You the only other person in the world? It’s worth any pain and definitely worth my being imprisoned by You. And as a bonus, You bathe me and take care of me and then use me? Thank You, Master. Thank You so much for this plan.”

With that, Master stands up and bids me crawl into the dungeon and over to the spanking stool and He binds me tightly to the stool with very little range of motion. Silently, He begins to spank me, but doesn’t start slowly like usual. No, the first slap stings like the dickens! And he doesn’t seem to want to back off any, and almost immediately I’m crying out and yelping my head off, and He keeps going, both sides and everywhere around them, and I’m driving myself crazy trying to get away from those punishing hands, but to no avail. Finally, I call RED. No need to call Yellow because it was clear that He had absolutely no intention of backing off. Now I’m crying and my nose is running. (Nothing new about that, is there?) Without too much of an interval I hear Him swishing what turns out to be the cane. I am really dreading this and remember that it is Billy who is yielding the cane and in my memory I go back to that day in high school when we both were thrashed, only this time it is Billy who has decided He wants to thrash me and so He arranges for me to spend an overnight at His house, and then tells me how much He wants to beat me to show me Who is the absolute boss of all. And with that, Billy lands the first lash and I SCREAM. He walks away for a while, giving me time to fully feel the pain before the second one comes.

THWACK! I choke on my screaming and shout out “I love You, Billy. Take me wherever You want me to go.” in the midst of my sobbing. It is if each stroke of the cane, in addition to hurting me more than ever before, seems to be reaching into my brain and stimulating that part of my brain that is so hopelessly in love with Him and making that love increase tenfold.

I don’t remember much more of that time. I guess---well, I know---that I passed out, maybe even after #3, and when I wake up, I am lying in darkness and in a lot of pain. I realize that I am in my cage. Master is sitting in a chair next to my cage, looking down at me, and when I look up to Him, He gives me that smile I cherish so much. “You have pleased me very much, and I love you. Your pain is your gift to Me, and I am grateful. Your pain is My gift to you, and I know that it has touched you on a very deep level and is making you strong and helping you understand more than ever what you are and how much I have total possession of you. The next three days are going to be very special for you and for Me, and will be unlike anything you have ever experienced before. As I promised, you will be imprisoned here in your cage for the next three days. It is time for you to experience being totally cut off from the world, that you exist only for Me. I want you to realize that if I wanted, I could continue using you then putting you away again for weeks and months, here only to serve Me and please Me. That is your only mission and purpose in life. Show me your love by your complete surrender to what I have decided to do with I will be with you again soon.” He leaves here and goes upstairs. The lights are extinguished. I am alone in the darkness. And I lie here, drinking what Master has given me and lying in the pain He has caused me. Slowly a sense of euphoria moves through me and I suspect Master has given His slave something to make this experience easier for it. I lie here in the knowledge that Billy Wiggins owns my soul, and it fills me with happiness. Everything hurts even though I was only beaten on my ass. The most severe pain seems to be abating. I surrender to all of it. I am home. I am His slave. I am His property. If He decides to keep me here, there will be no need for me to ever leave this dungeon. That thought doesn’t frighten me at all. How could it frighten me? After all, I belong to Billy and it pleases Him to keep me here. Gradually, I fall asleep and dream of being wrapped in chains while He smiles at me.

When I wake up, soft blue lights are illuminating the room and Master is sitting by my cage. I lean up on my elbows to take a drink of . . . what is it? , , , oh, another smoothie. chocolate. yeah! My backside is still throbbing but I’m able to put weight on it. I think I’m probably just a low-level ache all over.

“What time is it?”

“You don’t need to know that, alex.”

“Sorry for asking, Master. But how long have You been sitting here waiting for me to wake up?”

He smiles at me. Gasp! “Not too long. I’ve been pretty busy upstairs and wanted a break so I figured I’d just come sit by my prized possession and it would be a nice way to relax.”

“Busy doing what?”

“My, my, you’re also inquisitive. Have you just been curled up in that cage thinking up questions to ask?”

I giggle. “Well, all I’ve got to think about is You, Sir.”

“That’s exactly why this is part of the process. There are only two people in your world.  Me and you. The Master and His slave. Nothing else is real right now, for these few days.”

“Billy, sometimes Your mind is so brilliant it scares me!”

“You have nothing to be scared about. You know how much I love you. . . or maybe you really don’t know how much I love you. My love for you is actually greater than you could imagine.”

“Love for Your property, love for You slave, love for Your husband? Which one?”

“All of it, 15. Now would be a good time for Me to let you out of the cage for a while. Do you think you’re ready, boy?”

“If You help me, Master.”

“So let’s give it a try.” He unlocks the door and I start bending my legs and shuffling out, but it really hurts me to do it this way.

“Ouch! Still so sore from the caning, Daddy.”

“Let Me help you roll over and then maybe you can crawl out backwards.” It works. Before long, I’m completely out of the cage and Master helps me kneel up and that’s not too bad, but my legs feel shaky. Master stands up and puts His hands under my arms and together, we manage to get me standing up, but I really need to lean on Him.

“I’m up, but please don’t let go, Billy.”

“of course not. Can you take a couple steps? Try now . . . . Good boy! Now let’s keep moving, just a couple steps at a time, so I can get you in the walk-in shower over there.” He points, and I swear it’s the first time I ever noticed it was there! Wow! This house is really set up nicely. We keep shuffling along and at last we’re at the shower.

“You’ve got a choice. Standing, or I can put a bench in for you to sit on.”

“It will probably be best standing. That cane really hurt, Master.”

“It’s what you needed. Just be grateful that this is only the first time I used it on you.”

“I doubt you’d use it often, Billy.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because You like to have access to Your slave’s body for punishment all the time, and every day. The cane can put a boy like me out of commission for a while.”

“Not if it’s used the right way. It can be used differently, not full on hard strokes. More like a flogger or a light whip. You’ll get to see, don’t worry, boy.”

“Master, You told me that I have nothing to worry about.”

“Of course. All there is, is what I want, and I’d never want something bad for you. You’re completely safe.”

“Even when whipped.”

“Of course, boy. And you wouldn’t want it any other way. If I went 5 days without laying something on you, you’d be begging Me for a good spanking. You’re an addict, alex.”

“Hmmm, I guess so. .  . No, You’re right, Billy. So You gonna wash Your slave or not?”

“Of course. Hold on a sec.” He strips His clothes off. All He had on, actually, was a t-shirt and a pair of lounge pants. Barefoot. Damn, I want to suck those toes! He holds one hand and leans over to turn on the water and adjust it. “We’ll try cool water and see how it feels.” He gets in first and holds my hands to draw me in. . . . Hmmm,  not bad . . . “ He’s using body wash—that’s different! But whatever He wants, of course. He pours some of it on me and then starts to use His own hands to wash me all over. I’m feeling better and better, especially when He gets down to my cage and my balls---uh, HIS balls and between the legs and He pulls on the balls until I make a sound, then lets go. He turns me around and it actually feels nice, the cool water washing over me and my striped butt. He washes my back vigorously, and then very tentatively tries to spread some soap on my ass. . . .ooofffff! I can feel His fingers tracing each of the welts that I guess is still quite visible. The pain increases, but it’s pain He is causing right now and I just suck it in and I moan as if it’s pleasurable.

“Don’t fake anything or I’ll slap that ass, boy!”

I groan loudly. Can’t put anything over on Him. “That’s better, alex. Give me a number for your ass, boy.”

“7.”

“Okay.” He kneels on the floor of the shower and works on my legs and feet, and I hold on to the sides of the shower to steady myself while He washes me clean. . . . then, my hair. He has something different for my hair, and it has a nice scent. It feels so good for Him to be scratching through my hair and scraping my scalp a little. The hair is starting to grow in nicely, now. He can even pull it at times if He wants to.

He turns off the water and gets out of the shower and takes a large soft towel and gestures me forward and when I step out of the shower, He wraps the towel around me from head to foot, then takes another towel and quickly gets the water off Himself.

“Feels good, Daddy.”

“I’m glad. Do you think you can dry yourself off a little or do you need Daddy’s help?”

“I do it.” and I smile at Him and get most of myself at least down to the tops of my legs. He kneels before me.

‘Put your hands on My shoulders so I can dry your legs and feet.”

“Yes, Master.” I love that we each use all of our titles freely now. Just whatever feels good at the time. . . . Well finally I’m dry. He pulls over a pair of sandals and has me put them on. He also has a pair there for Himself.

“Let’s walk over to that table now.” He takes my hand and we try to walk together. Not too bad. A little clumsy though. “That’s fine for now.” He picks up a collar and puts it on me, then takes a double-pronged leash. One end goes on my collar, and the other end is attached to a strap He had wrapped around my balls. how did I not realize that?  He steps back pulls the leash to see what would happen. Ha!!! I think I am being leg more by my balls than by my neck. But it works!

“One more thing before I take you outside you need to use your legs before I can lock you up again or they will get too weak. But one more thing.” Next thing I know, a penis gag is inserted and wrapped around my head, and then, for the last indignity, a thick blindfold which cuts off all ability for me to see. “I told you, alex. there is nothing in the world except you and Me. That’s all you are allowed to experience. But I need to walk you, so let’s go. This is very simple. Take little steps in the direction I guide you.”

“Yes, Master.” I realize that we are walking out of the dungeon—this one is on the ground floor and not in the basement like at the cottage---and the air feels funny at first, but then even funnier when He opens the door to the outside and brings me out into the open air, then stops.

“Stand still and get used to what it feels like to be stripped, bound and blindfolded. You have no idea if anyone is out here to see you. All you know is that I am guiding you and you will go wherever I lead you.”

I mumble since the gag makes it impossible for me to speak. This probably all part of the plan! Slowly He pulls on my balls and immediately I step where He is leading. Not too bad. Just little steps. Wow, it feels really strange to feel the air hitting the welts on my ass. At least I think they’re welts and not cuts. I’m tempted to reach behind to check myself, but then decide it would be wiser to just leave things alone. I really don’t want to set Him off, not in this condition!

Little by little, my steps get bigger and we walk a little faster. Master’s being pretty quiet. HeyI I’m wondering if He’s naked, too. I didn’t hear Him putting any clothes on . . . . the thought of my buff Master walking around the grounds naked as well . . . I try to chub up in my cage. Well, at least I haven’t lost my imagination, not when it comes to my Master, anyway. Damn! He really IS my Master. Total. Not just like wishful thinking when I was an adolescent.

Our walk comes to an end, and I’m glad, because my legs are getting really tired now. He brings me back inside, and brings me over by where the toilet is, and says, “I’ll help you down. I want you to grovel now, ass high. Time for an enema before I fuck you.”

He helps me down and pulls my ball sac between my legs, which really gets me to raise my ass up high. I feel the tube going in and the water beginning to enter me and expand me. There can’t be much in me . . . all I’ve had to eat for I don’t know how long is these smoothies He keeps making me. When I think I just can’t hold it all any longer, He places me up on the bowl and I spread my legs and feel the discharge. Most not be bad, because He only does it once. He has me stand and then bend over, and He uses something to wipe my ass and we go back to the table. He orders me to try to touch my toes and this hurts! It pulls on the stripes and they sting more.

Next thing I feel His fingers lubing me up and then He enters me and pushes all the way in and I try to shout from the shock but it gets muffled by the gag. He doesn’t seem to care, and I must say that this is least romantic position He’s ever put me in to take His pleasure from me, but then I understand . . . He is using me like an object. I could just as well been one of those plastic dolls that some men use. Gross! But He takes long gentle strokes for quite a while. “This feels so good, to have a warm slick hole to shove My cock in and get such good pleasure. Make it tighter, bitch!” I tighten my inside muscles and that doesn’t increase the pain. He moans so I know I am pleasing Him---“This is all you’re worth, all you’re here for, slave boy. A hole for Me to use and after I’m done with it, I’ll put you away wet back in your cage until the next time.”

He starts moving rapidly and I know He is close. Sure enough, within just three strokes, He shouts out and empties Himself into His slave then stays there for a while until He softens and slips out. He doesn’t wipe me but orders me down onto all fours, and then to crawl back into my cage. You know, I’m glad it was all so simple, because all this physical activity has really worn me out. I guess that’s the point of all He’s doing. He stops me and take off the blindfold and then removes the gag----thank God----- and tells me to kneel up. I’m still trying to adjust my eyes to the blue light, but I can tell that He is indeed naked!!! and next thing I know, He tells me to open my mouth and He puts His cock to my lips and sure enough, He starts to piss in my mouth and I start swallowing without even thinking about what it is or what it tastes like. “That’s it, slave. You’re also a good urinal for your Master to use.” He really pisses a lot and I wonder what effect it will have and whether or not I’ll have to throw up. He doesn’t seem to be concerned so I guess I shouldn’t be either. Finally He’s just about finished. He slaps His cock against my lips again and I suck out the last couple of drops the way I was first trained to do---how long ago was that? Oh, I just don’t know.---

“Okay, get into that cage, pig.” I keep crawling back where I belong. Before I enter, however, He pulls out the smelly pad I was lying on (and pissed on) and replaces it with a clean one. I wonder how He managed to do all this without waking me up. Finally, He orders me back in and shuts the door and locks me up again.

He takes away the bottle and puts a fresh one in place. “Start sucking this down right away, boy, so your stomach doesn’t get upset.” I do so. As I’m sucking the food He gave me, He walks away for a moment and then comes back again and throws two hard rolls, like the ones you get in a restaurant. “Make sure you eat that bread right away, too.”

“Yes, Master. thank You for feeding Your slave.”

“I’m going to read to you now while you’re feeding. This book is called slavecraft, and it’s written by someone who lives as a 24/7 slave. Good for you to listen to.”

He starts to read to me, and it does sound interesting. I wonder what’s in it that He wants me to learn? Well, anyway, I start munching on the rolls. Sure wish I had some butter. Munching and sucking down my smoothie, and once it’s all done I move around for a comfortable position. Don’t want to lie on my back just yet. Master keeps reading and I keep listening and, at some point, I fall back asleep. When I wake up, He is gone, and all the lights are off again and I have absolutely no idea what time it is or what day it is or if its day or night, or even if it was dark outside while we were walking around the buildings. Like Master said, I don’t need to know.

I guess I just keep sleeping and waking up, and then one time I wake up and don’t want to sleep any more, so I move around and try to lie on my back and my ass is still sore, but I figure the pain will help me stay awake and I lay there and just start thinking about what it was like to be let out of the cage and basically serviced and exercised and walked and then used to satisfy my Master’s sexual needs and then put away again and left here for I don’t know how much longer. Funny thing. I start thinking about something else, about having lunch with Phil, when all of a sudden I remember that there is no one in my world except my Master and me, and I don’t even know if I’ll ever get to see anyone else again. Crazy thinking, but it’s kind of fun to think of stuff like that. What a crazy dude I am! It’s a good thing that Billy decided to sweep me up off the streets and give me a reason to live. That’s all I can say.

Time drags on now. I think of what it must be like for people in a maximum security prison in solitary confinement. How often that must be, because it lasts for years! I’ve got it much better off. Anyway, I’m not a criminal. I’m a slave, and I’m locked up here because Master thinks it is important for my development as His slave, so that’s all that matters. My purpose is to please Him.

All of a sudden, I hear some music. I don’t know what it is, but it is very pretty and soothing to listen to. And I lie there and twiddle my thumbs and wait. I am His property. I am His slave. I am His husband. He loves me. I love Him. And right now, I am pleasing Him very much, and that makes me very happy. I smile, and close my eyes, and enjoy the music He has chosen for me to listen to for as long as it lasts.