The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Seventeen

1. Breakfast for the sleep-deprived slave.

After fitful sleep as a result of yesterday’s punishments, I wake up when Master rattles the bars of my cage. He orders me to take a big sip from the pissy water He left me. Good way to begin in deep slave space. He unlocks the door and tells me to crawl out to the leather-covered table and to climb up there and lie on my tummy so He can inspect me. He helps me up there and takes a look at the results of last night’s whipping. “Hmmm, nice stripes from your neck down to your knees. I hope Mitchell will get a charge out of seeing you this way.” He takes off my cage and washes down the cock, reminding me to avoid using the word “my” as much as possible, and reminds me that He reads every chapter of this tale before He allows this slave to post it, and He thinks it is time for this slave to write the same way it is being trained to speak. This will help form its way of thinking and reinforce its understanding of what it is. Then Master locks the slave dick up again. Slave begs permission to ask for something. Master agrees.

“Master, this slave begs You for permission to cum after being locked up for several days.”

“Permission denied. Why the fuck would you be thinking about that? How fucking selfish can you be? Don’t you realize that by being denied orgasms. all that horniness is transferred to your mouth and tongue and ass so that you are more driven to give pleasure to your Master? If you would be allowed to cum, slave, your enthusiasm would be reduced. I don’t want that to happen to you. And you are complaining about being denied orgasms for several days? What the fuck are you going to do when you find out that you will be denied orgasms for several months, except for when you are lucky enough to cum while your Master is fucking you? THOSE are the orgasms you should be begging for, not the kind that you give your Master or other Doms. Remember that when you labor later today to drink cum from Master Mitchell’s cock. That’s the cum that should give you the most pleasure, not that puny watery slime that comes from a slave dick.”

“Master, this slave begs forgiveness for being so selfish to ask for such a thing.”

“You are forgiven, boy, but don’t ever let Me hear you ask again or I will remove your cage and whip your groin with the strap!” Well, that settles that issue for this slave.

Master removes the spreader-strap from the scrotum, which is an incredible relief and this slave thanks Him profusely,  especially as Master begins to massage the slave’s scrotum. What wonderful relief, at least until Master starts squeezing the balls. I cry out, “they are Yours, Master.”

“What is their purpose, alex, since they are not there to manufacture cum for you any more?”

“Their purpose, Master, this slave thinks, is to be available to You as a way to give pain to this slave.”

“Good answer, boy. Remember that.” One more extreme squeeze, causing this slave to cry out, and Master lets go and then rubs some of that soothing oil into them. “This oil has CBD in it,” Master informs the slave, and the slave thanks Master for being so kind, especially after it had been so naughty yesterday.

Next, Master takes that wonderful lotion He uses on the slave after whippings and gently dresses the slave’s welts with it. It feels so good that this slave relaxes a bit and actually falls asleep.

Next thing it knows is that Master is washing its face with warm water and begins to shave it bare. For the first time since early yesterday, the slave looks up into Master’s face and sees love and caring in His eyes and smiles contentedly. “You just slept for an entire hour without moving and you’re looking a little better. I want you looking fresh for Master Mitchell. From looking at you, I could see that you did not sleep well last night, correct?” “That is true, Master, both from the pain of the whipping it received and from hunger and from sadness in being locked away for so long without the pleasure of Master’s company or His touch.”

“Them’s the breaks, kid,” Master says, chuckling. “them’s the way a naughty slave learns to improve its behavior. Get it, alex?”

“Yes, Master, it understands and confesses that it admires Your training technique, even when it causes this slave so much misery.”

“Misery is part of a slave’s life, boy. You’ve been to the ranch. You know how lucky you are, boy, how easily you get off most of the time.”

‘Yes, Master, and this slave loves You for the way You treat it, blending severity with kindness, and the way so often, Master, You are a good Daddy.”

Master smiles at me and kisses me on the lips. I suck to drink from His mouth, knowing how much that pleases Him, knowing how much it also pleases this pig.

“See if you can manage to get off the table and stand up on your own, boy.”

I manage, but legs are shaky after a long evening and night locked in the cage which doesn’t allow it to stretch out its legs.

“Hmmmm…..” Master thinks. “I may need to get a slightly longer cage for you. I’m not pleased with how weak your legs get being locked in this cage. What will happen, I wonder, if I have reason to lock you up for longer and longer periods of time?”

I fight that thought and then remember the pain I suffered at the whipping post last night and immediately confess to Master: “Master, this slave just had resistant thoughts at the idea of being locked up for long periods of time.”

“Good, alex. But tell Me: was it resistance, or was it fear? Fear that you wouldn’t be able to endure it?”

I think carefully and Master waits for my answer “Master, just the thought that it would be horrible and that this slave couldn’t endure it.”

“alex, you have more endurance than you realize, and besides that, you must learn to trust that your Master knows how to increase things gradually. Don’t forget that your Master has experienced first hand almost everything that you do, and that includes long term imprisonment, longer than anything you will ever endure.”

“May this slave ask . . . “

“not right now. Go upstairs and make cheese omelets and coffee for both of us, and I will allow you to eat at the table to give you a bit of a break before Mitchell arrives. Four eggs in each omelet since we are both pretty hungry. Use a separate pan for each, and a lot of butter, boy.”

“yes, Master.” I manage to get up the stairs on my own, go and put on the coffee and get the things out I need to make the omelets. my stomach gurgles, I am so hungry.

Master comes up and stands behind me and kisses the tops of my shoulders. They, too, are sore from the little whip Master used on them last night while this slave was worshiping His feet.

“You are hungry, Master? Didn’t You have any supper?”

“I did, boy. I ordered out some Chinese food for delivery, but you know what happens when you eat Chinese food . . . you get hungry an hour later!” He starts to laugh and I giggle along with Him and once again have to confess a thought to Master.

“Master, this slave just had a pang of jealousy.”

“Understandable, slave, but remember this: the only person that jealousy hurts is the person who entertains it.”

“Yes, Master. This slave is fortunate for having such a wise Master.”

“Glad you realize that, boy. I’m going to take a shower. By the time I’m done, you should have my breakfast ready for Me.”

“yes, Master.”

“And forget about taking a shower yourself, boy. It won’t be advisable considering. But I will allow you to wash your armpits and your ass after breakfast.”

He leaves before I can say anything at all. Feeling a bit more cheerful, I work at preparing breakfast, and even begin to feel some excitement at what will be happening when Mitchell gets here. He’s so fucking cute, especially when He slips into a take-charge mode.

Master comes back from His shower with only a towel around His waist. So damn hot, He is. This slave is just putting the plates on the table along with fresh cups of coffee. Master goes to the fridge and takes out orange juice. He fills the slave’s sippy cup and puts it next to its plate. “thank You, Daddy.”

“You need the sugar, boy. I expect you to be eager when obeying Mitchell’s commands.”

“Oh, this slave promises to be eager serving that hot and cute little hunk, Master.”

“Lustful, are you, slave?”

I giggle. “Yes, Master.”

“I’m glad. It will be a treat for you today. You can be a real perverted faggot, servicing a 19yo boy who is still wet behind the ears.”

I giggle. “Eat your food, boy.”

I eat ravenously and drink my coffee and juice, recalling how reluctant I was last night to drink from the water bottle that Master had pissed in. I sure hope He cleans it out before the next time He locks this slave up in its cage.

We eat mostly silently. We are both hungry, me more than Master. Once done, Master gets up from the table and tells me to clean the kitchen and then go and wash as He has directed me: armpits and asshole after an enema.

When I return from the bathroom, Master is on the phone. So, noon tomorrow? Robert has already agreed to meet then, and I’ve asked him to pick up a new cage for me and gave him the dimensions. Excellent, Michael. See you soon! Goodbye for now.”

He looks up at me and tells me that Michael and Robert will behere tomorrow and will stay for probably two or three days, and that He has ordered a longer cage. I thank Him profusely. Just then, we hear a car pull up to the cabin.

“that must be Mitchell. Down, slave! For the time Mitchell is here, you are property and will be treated as such.” I drop to the floor and Master gets up to greet His guest. I was going to say “our guest,” but that’s not true. Mitchel is Master’s guest. I am the toy for the day. Nonetheless, I am really excited to see Mitchell again and to submit to whatever Master has in store for me as He begins to train the young man in the art of becoming a Dom.

 

2.  Mitchell is a natural born Dom

 

I hear the knock on the door and I am trembling with excited anticipation at the depths of the humiliation I will experience for the next couple of hours. I hear Master greet Mitchell, offer Him a beer which He accepts, takes one Himself and then ushers Mitchell into the living room where this slave is groveling as ordered.

“Oh wow,” says Mitchell. “Hot.”

“I wanted You to have a chance to see what a reasonably well-trained piece of property accepts its position as slave to both of Us, Mitchell. And by the way, do you prefer to be called Mitchell or Mitch?”

“Mitch, actually, Sir, thanks for asking.”

“Mitch, there is no reason to address Me as Sir. Even though You are a novice Dom, in one sense We are equals. And this He points to me is inferior in all respects and trained to serve however I direct or You direct as we get more involved. It has been ordered to remain silent unless it has to cry out from pain. It will answer any questions You may ask and it will call You Sir. You may call Me Billy.”

“Got it. I’ve got to tell you, man, this really looks hot. I’m already getting hard.”

“You’ve got to realize, Mitch, that there is something a bit unreal about this situation. Don’t assume that it will immediately be like this with any submissive You have an opportunity to dominate and use. This slave is undergoing intensive training while here at the cabin. In addition to that, We are in a relationship and this slave will be living with Me on a 24/7 basis and always as a slave or piece of property unless I, for one reason or other, choose to relax the protocol and restrictions. Your first experiences will most likely not be with well-developed slaves, but with peers who are somewhat curious about dominance and submission and who have expressed an interest in doing some exploring. It is always essential that there be frank communication between the two of you, and it is Your responsibility to make sure You are well aware of what the sub’s interests and limits may be. Am I overloading You already at this point?”

“Not at all, um Billy. I’ve been doing some reading on various sites and I have some ideas. In fact, I already have a boy my age who is interested in experimenting with Me some time soon.”

“Excellent. Do as much research as possible in all situations. There are excellent resources available and later You and I can discuss possible leads that You might not be aware of. But for now, let’s concentrate on this faggot’s service. Do you have a problem with My using the word “faggot”?

“I guess not, but to be honest, it surprised me. I mean, we are all gay, so . . . “

“Yes, Mitch, we are, but it is quite common for Doms to consider themselves as ordinary men who are Superior to slaves such as this one groveling here, and many of Us use the word “faggot” as a humiliating term when dealing with the inferiors. I wouldn’t advise using the term in the beginning with wanna-be subs until a hierarchy is established. Therefore, I won’t use the word for the rest of this session. So anyway, let me demonstrate to you how this slave is used in various capacities. You’ll notice that I am barefoot and there is a good reason for that. Let’s sit on the couch, shall we?”

They both sit down and I know what is coming. “As You know, this slave is well trained, but I am going to instruct it exactly how to serve Me so you can get an idea how to proceed Yourself. FEET!”

I crawl over to Master and lower my head to the ground and kiss His feet. “that’s it, slave, kiss your Master’s feet and show Him how low you are. Salivate, boy. Get My feet wet then start sucking your spit off them starting with My toes.”

I do as told. Mitch is already breathing heavily.

“suck each toe, bitch, as if it is the most beautiful cock you have ever seen. Suck them good, all ten of them, and make sure you also clean between the toes and get My feet good and clean. That’s what you’re here for. That’s what you’re worth. And don’t get tired of lazy or I’ll get the strap.”

To Mitch: “I fucking love this. Not only does it feel awesome, but the fact that I have to power to make the slave do this for as long as I want also gives me a charge. Sometimes at night I‘ll watch an entire movie with the slave working my feet. Sometimes I’ll even make it crawl under the table and take care of Me while I’m having My meals. Some Doms don’t really care about it, but it is one of my favorite things to have the slave do, especially when I don’t have anything else for it to do.” . . .  “slave, lick the bottoms of My feet too. Get them good and clean.”

“Mitch, you can try anything you want as well.”

“Might as well get some foot service then,” as He takes off his sneakers and socks. They might smell a bit.”

“doesn’t matter. This slave is a fucking pig. For others, though, you might need to make sure they’re good and clean. Ot all depends on how much a slave is into it. Go ahead when You’re ready. Order the slave to take care of You. Go right ahead, dude.”

Mitch: “Slave, get over here and start licking My feet, starting with the bottoms and working your way around to the top. Don’t move too fast. Good and wet, pig boy!”

“Good going, Mitch. Make it serve You the way You want it to. Want more beer?” “Sure.”

Billy goes to the kitchen. Mitch orders me around: “Round the top slave and then get between each of My toes first then suck each one the way your Master made you do. This feels fucking awesome. Go at it harder and faster, bitch!” He yells.

Billy comes back and chuckles. “You’re not shy about ordering a slave around. Good for you, dude. Hey, I’ve got something else to show you. The slave’s mouth must be getting pretty dry by now.”

“Feels like that, Billy.”

“Okay. Let me show you how I allow the slave to drink: KNEEL UP, slave, and offer your mouth to Me.”

I get into position as quickly as I can. Billy takes a full mouth of beer and then, leaning over, dribbles it into my mouth. I’m grateful for this.

“Holy fucking shit! it drinks right from Your mouth!”

“Most of the time when it’s possible. If not here at home, I have a child’s sippy cup I give it to suck from. A slave can never get too much practice sucking.” Master gives me another mouthful then orders me back down to keep working on Mitch’s feet.

“I’m really enjoying this. Never would have thought of it.”

“That’s why you’re here, dude. Did you do what I suggested and go without deodorant?”

“I did, and I’m starting to stink.”

“Good. Take off your shirt, Mitch. We’ll make the slave eat your stink.”

Mitch strips off His shirt and tells the slave, “start with my belly button. Clean that out and then work your way up my chest. Suck on each nipple but not too hard. Then, when I snap my fingers, bury your fucking pig mouth into My right pit. Lick and suck and get the stink out of it. Start NOW, bitch!”

Billy nods approvingly. “Yeah, Mitch, You’re a natural at this.”

“Saw this in a video. Come on, you bitch, put some more energy into it. Show Me how much you enjoy cleaning

Mitchell notes, “Seems that this pig likes cleaning pits. I’ll have to keep that in mind. Not really My thing, but humiliation is definitely My thing.

Billy says, Give it a break now. Wanna give it some of Your beer?”

“Sure thing. MOUTH OVER HERE, slave. Get a drink from Sir Mitch.” He puts his lips right over the slave’s and pours it all into its mouth at once. Slave chokes a little and dribbles. Mitch takes his hand and wipes the dribble all over the slave’s face. Billy coaches him. “Spit on its face if you want. Spit on it and wipe the spit all over.” Mitch does what Billy says and really gets into it.

“Slave got upset yesterday because I let someone else spit on its face. That explains the whip marks on its back. So spit away. Soak the fucker and rub it all over.”

Mitch does just that, then says to the slave, “We’re gonna try the beer drink again, slave. Don’t fuck it up this time or you’ll be sorry.” He takes a good mouthful and transfers it to alex the same way as before. This time, alex knows that’s coming and is able to take it all and swallow it quickly. “Good slave. Now back down on My feet!” slave slides down and does what it’s been told. It is really tired right now and Billy is sensitive to this. He gives an order. “Slave, take a rest. Crawl into the kitchen and sit in the corner the way I taught you. Rest your eyes but do not wipe your face clean. Stay there with Sir’s spit on your face and the taste of His armpits and beer in your throat.”

So relieved. I crawl to the kitchen and lean back against the wall and hope they just let me rest for a while. Close my eyes and I guess I fall asleep for a while.

Meanwhile back in the other room, Billy and Mitch have a nice chat.

 

“Billy, I can’t believe what I got to make alex do. I’m hot and hard now.”

 

“I assume you’d like a nice blow job before leaving.”

 

“you bet!”

 

“Anything else you want to explore while you’re here?”

 

“Don’t think so. I do want to get some practice spanking but that can wait for another time. You’ve really marked the bitch up.”

 

“Unavoidable. Another piece of advice: when a slave does something that deserves punishment, never wait too long. Make it as immediate as possible and then it’s over and you move on. But if you wait, a lot of dark feeling fester in the slave’s mind and corrupt its spirit. I wanted to keep it reasonably clear for you so you could experiment using a whip and a flogger, but the punishment was really needed yesterday so I had to proceed.”

 

“May I ask what it did to warrant such a whipping?”

 

“It harbored rebellious thoughts and failed to expose them to me. don’t forget, I’m not only training this slave’s bodily behavior, I’m also training its mind and I want that mind to be totally focused on being My slave and nothing else. Very important for it to be transparent with Me and tell Me any negative thoughts that come up. You see, if it dwells on such thoughts they take it out of its ‘slave space’ and therefore, the longer it entertains such thoughts, the greater the chance it will back away or even quit. I know alex. I’ve know him since we were kids. I know how much he’s lusted after Me all these years and how important this is to him. Therefore I have to crawl into its head and learn what’s there so I can help form its mind.”

 

“Shit, dude. That’s heavy. Way beyond me at the moment, even though I think I understand what You’re getting at. Wow!”

 

“Put it aside then, Mitch. alex and I are 25 years old and have had other experiences with other players. Neither of us has ever gotten this deep before. We’re on new ground. But what I did discover last night after some pretty serious punishments---and I mean more than one---is that this morning it was sweet and docile and needy and clingy, and look at how well it behaved today. That’s proof that My technique is working.”

 

“sure looks that way.”

 

“anything else before you go? At least you deserve a good blow job. Use the bedroom I’ll give You total privacy.”

 

“sounds good.”  Billy whistles for alex and actually wakes me up. slowly I crawl back to the living room..

“Lead my friend Mitch into the bedroom and do whatever He tells you to do. Once He’s satisfied, stay there until I come back to get you after Mitch leaves to go home.”

Ah. Private time. We end up in the bedroom and Mitch tosses off his pants and boxers and now is completely naked and I’m grooving on his young, vital form. He stands in front of me and makes me touch Him everywhere and I’m in heaven. Then He makes me put my hands behind me and He slaps me in the face several times, and ash He’s slapping me, He says to me, “I hope you realize that the only way I have even known you is as a slave, never as a free man. In my eyes, you have always been a slave and you always will be a slave. See? I know exactly what you are, alex, and it is something you will never be able to escape. In My eyes, you have never been free and have never been meant to be a slave. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m a naïve beginner, but your Master can still teach Me a lot. But I know what the fuck I’m doing and I know what the fuck I want and I’ve always dreamed of crushing the pride out of lowlife faggot slaves like you. Get it, boi”

“Yes, Sir.”

He slaps me again. “No, faggot. When we are alone, you call me Master. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.” He lies on the bed and opens His legs. “Start on the left foot. Lick you way up, lots of attention to the inner thigh than My balls: get My balls very wet, then lick your way across my taint and back to My ass and eat out My asshole until I tell you to stop, then lick your way back to my balls and  then lick your way up my cock and slide it into your mouth and give Me the best fucking blow job you can give. Even better than the other night, slave.”

I begin. He doesn’t speak much. I do exactly what He has ordered me to do. He literally went out of His mind when my tongue first touched His asshole and He kept me back there for a very long time. H\he really cleaned Himself well so it was hot eating Him the way He wanted me to. Finally I licked up the underside of His awesome dick then got the tip in my mouth and love it when I can finally have His whole cock in my mouth, and I suck it slow and steady just like He coaches me to do. I keep working on it the exact way He wanted me to until finally, I hear Him, “here it comes, slave. Keep it in your mouth without swallowing it and let Me see.”

He shoots ropes and ropes of cum in my mouth. I hold it there and open my mouth for Him to see it.

“don’t fucking swallow yet, slave.” He sits up and puts his feet on the floor. “Get down there and drool My splooge over My feet.” Uh-oh. I can guess what comes next. I let it flow from my mouth.

“Good boy. Now lick it up. Lick My fucking feet clean of my cum, like the fucking pig you are. Bet you never would think this would happen! There’s something about you that makes Me want to push you lower and lower every time I’m with you. Lots more to explore. Another time maybe.  Come on, pig, clean those toes. Lick up every drop of what came out of My dick, fucker.”

Finally all is done. As He gets dressed, He says, “Told you I’d push you low, faggot. Some day I’m gonna fucking own you. . . . Now stay down there till your Master summons you.” He walks out of the room, once again offering no praise or thanks. He’s apparently done talking to Master because soon I hear the front door close and Him drive off in His poor boy jalopy.

I want to sleep so badly that I’m ready to cry over it. Master comes in and says, “You did good by Him, boy. He’s gonna make some young sub very happy, that’s for sure. Natural born Dom, just like you’ve always been a natural born sub, alex. Damn, kid. You look wrecked. Get back up on the bed. Some nap time will do you good.”

“Please stay with me, Master, so I can sleep deeply.”

“Since you asked so nicely, boy, your Master is gonna hold you in His arms and you’ll wake up all refreshed and ready to go. You still have to get the rooms ready for Michael and Robert. They’ll be here about noon. That will give you plenty of time to clean the house and show them how good a domestic you can be when I want you to be. Maybe that will be your next job: expert housecleaning by naked slave. Hmmmmm………

He climbs up next to me and before both of His arms are able to get around me, I’m already fast asleep, and I dream of cleaning the bathroom of some mean old man standing over me with His strap in His hand. But then He turns into Billy and . . .zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

3. Awake

 

I feel hands on my balls. Then I feel hands pulling my balls. Then He’s kissing my cheeks and my eyes and then His mouth is over mine and His tongue opens me up and He drools into my mouth while still pulling and squeezing my balls. His other hand finds my nipple and He makes me moan and says, “Good morning, alex. Give your Master a blow job. Do a good job and He won’t make you drink any morning piss.” Well, it was all romantic up until that point! 

“Yes, Master,” as I slide don’t His torso and push the covers out of the way. I love just resting my head in His groin. The pubic hair, which shows His superiority. His cock looks so tempting, even flaccid, His big balls, the smell of His flesh, and sometimes of His musk and His piss. I caress His balls with my tongue and get them moist, but quickly advance to the base of His cock and wraps my lips as far around it as I can as I slowly slide up towards the tip and there is usually a lot of pre-cum for me to suck up and clean from Him, and then finally to the first private part of Him I had ever seen, His elongated tip. I swallow it and lick around the ridge with my tongue (all of these things as He has trained me), and then slide as far down His length as I can, and I hear Him order me: “No choking this morning!” so I just make love to as much of His cock I can, up and down alternating fast and slow, loose and tight, lots of tongue touching, (and I wish He had never cut my hair so I could feel His fingers running through it and pulling it, but that will come back) and I hear His breath responding and then His moans, and I can feel Him tightening up right before He empties Himself into my mouth, and I remain still because He is so sensitive at this point, just open and still and willing to accept everything else He releases into me. No piss, as He promised me. I lick Him clean and feel Him put His hands under my arms and pull me back up to Him and I lie there, kissing His neck and then resting my head on His shoulder and He plays with my back and feels around for welts.

“So,” He begins, “I was wondering how things went with you and Mitch in the bedroom.”

“It was very hot, Master. But I have to tell you that He’s not nearly as innocent or inexperienced He may like You to think.”

“I know that.” I am crestfallen. I thought I could tell Him something He didn’t know. “Oh, I know. I’ve seen the way He looks at you. He wants to press you right into the ground, as low as you possibly can go. And I’ll tell you another thing, alex: He has had a lot of experience. And He’s done a lot of reading and research, but the experience He’s had---that’s with another person, probably a sub, who could teach Him how to become a powerful Master. I’d almost bet on it.”

“Well, He’s an . . . Master cuts me off.  “a slave never says anything about other Masters. Nothing at all. Especially nothing about Mitch because I’m thinking I might be willing to make you available to Him whenever we’re up here.”

“But never without You also here, please, Master.”

He sits up and puts my head in His lap with me facing up to Him. “Okay, boy. Don’t tell me something already happened that is making you uncomfortable or afraid. If something like that happens, sure you should tell your Master.”

Should I? Yes. If I’m wrong He’ll correct me. “He is an expert at humiliation. Really good. He . . .

“Careful, alex. No tales.”

“But may I tell You just one thing He said to me, Master, something that made me afraid?”

“Okay, boy. Tell me.”

“He told me that one day He was going to own me.”

“And what did you respond?”

“Nothing, Master. But I caught myself thinking that if it happened it would probably be very hot. I felt like I was being unfaithful to You.”

Master leans down and gives me a tight hug and pulls me up to Him.

“That was a good thing to tell Me, but it wouldn’t be good if you get really confused about all this. Because if that happens, I might decide that He can’t have bedroom scenes with you like I allowed today. But I’ll tell you one thing, boy: That’s all He’ll ever get to have of you.”

I breathe a great sigh of relief.

“May this slave ask another question, Master?”

“About this shit?”

“No, Sir. About something else.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

“How much longer are we going to be here, Master? If You don’t want to tell me that’s okay.”

“Probably 4 or 5 days, possibly 6. Next 2 or 3 days with the guys, then a little more time for us alone before we go back down home. But I think I’m going to spend more time up here with you than I usually do when I’m alone or even with another sub.”

I make happy noises.

“Master, can You work from here if necessary?”

“That’s an additional question, boy.” He smacks my nipple. “But that might be possible if I have some things installed here. Won’t take up too much room. I’ll think about it.”

He starts to get up. “Roll over, boy. Let Me take a look at any marks on you.” I do so. “Damn, those welts are keen!!!! Pain level?”  “5 or 6, Sir.” “How about the tops of your legs?”  “Same, Sir.” 

“What hurts the most?” “the slave’s balls, Sir.”

“If you can, throw your legs up over your head and spread so I can take a closer look.”

Fuck! That really hurt my chest! And what a humiliating position this is!!!!!

“Wow. I’m just thinking what a great position this could be a times when I really want to get in there,” He muses and He’s gently handling the balls.

“Yeah, there’s kind of a welt across the sac. Put your legs down. I’ll be right back.”

“He goes into the bathroom and then comes out with one of His famous (sarcastic!) lotions.”

“More of this will help,” He says, as He lathers up my scrotum and then, just to be funny, sticks the end of a finger in my ass.

“Bathroom, slave.”

I follow Him in. He runs bathtub water and checks the temp. Then He hands me a cloth. “Wash your pits and your ass crack and hole. Leave everything else alone. No! Here! I’ll do it Myself .” Taking the cloth back, He gets it wet and soapy and tells me to raise my arms. He washes both of them a little roughly, probably on purpose. Then He has me bend over and He goes at his slave’s pussy, roughly again.

So now I’m standing there somewhat wet and a lot soapy and it’s all dripping everywhere. Master goes to the tub and switches to the spray function and before I realize what He’s up to, He sprays me down, turns me around, and really wets down my ass and even tries to stick the end of the spray UP my ass. Fortunately, it won’t go.

Then He gets into the shower and merrily showers Himself while His slave stands there dripping all over the place, and not the fun kind of dripping. Once He’s nice and clean, He gets out and hands me a big bath towel and tells me to dry HIM off. Not me. Him. I shrug and go about my duty. Not the least bit surprised.

It becomes more enjoyable when I have to get down on my knees to dry His groin and ass and then His legs and finally His feet. When He’s completely dry, He throws the towel to me and says, “Finish yourself off, then go sit in the kitchen corner that way I like you.”

And so, I go. I sit in the kitchen and watch Him make us coffee, dressed just in black boxer briefs. So unbelievably adorable. Definitely someone who was meant to be worshipped by a slave boy, and the best thing is that the boy who used to turn Him on even before puberty and almost all the way through High School is the one He has taken as His slave. A very willing and loving slave.

He fixes my coffee first (!) and then hands the cup to me. He makes His cup, fixes it up, and comes over to me and pulls a chair behind Him so He can sit there while we drink our coffees. At the same time, as soon as H e is seated,He reaches out with His right foot and starts to lightly kick my balls and play with them. I almost spit out my coffee the first time He kicks me!

So we drink our coffee, He torments my private parts while winking at me, and, once we’ve finished, He says, “Stand up and clean up in here. Then I’m taking you out to breakfast,” and walks out of the room. I’m noticing a pattern in His behavior. Drop something on the slave’s head and then walk out of the room and leave it alone to react. I wonder what book He got THAT out of!

My reaction: rub my balls and smile! Finally, I stand up and go about cleaning up and washing the cups, etc., and go into the bedroom. He has jeans on and a black hoodie that says in purple letters which are hard to see: SHACKLES. The name of the BDSM club we’ve gone to separately, but not yet as a couple. The club where He was disguising Himself and stalking me for a couple of months before finally contacting me. And that way, He found out an awful lot about how to handle me and how to turn me on.

He gestures me over to Him, turns me around and unfastens my collar. “Go in the bathroom and wet down a washcloth to wipe around your neck.” When I get back from doing that, He has a pair of long white painter’s pants and with a white t-shirt. “That will cover up any marks. And only those who know what My hoodie is will know what’s going on with us. Never know who you might run in to.”

“Master, when did You get these things for this slave to wear.”

“A few months ago. Once I got a look at you and realized we were basically the same size, I went shopping one day for things I wanted you to have, especially clothes. But don’t you DARE look into that closet. Enjoy the surprises when they come.”

“thank You, Master, for the things You bought for Your slave but also for being so wise about me not spoiling a surprise.” I kiss His cheek, then I start to walk out barefoot. “If they’d let you in barefoot, I’d have you go like that. But you’d better put on flip-flops.”

We drove quite a while to get to the place Master wanted us to eat at. “So the last time we were talking about your history as a slut sub, you ended up telling about the time Luke took you to the baths and you said you had a good time but didn’t give any details. Think back, alex. What things do you recall about the times you went to the baths? It was only for a few years wasn’t? Did you stop going to the baths when you started going to the clubs?

“No, Master, it depended on my mood or if I was with someone. And when I went to the clubs, some nights it wasn’t working out for me so I’d leave and end up at the baths until the next morning.”

“FUCK ME!” Master yells. You insatiable fucking whore! Maybe I’m not going to be enough for you, alex,” He says, mock-seriously.

“Master, being with You is better than the baths. You do things that can’t be done there, You’d never get away with making me cry out the way You do—someone would probably intervene to make sure I was safe—or throw us both out----and besides all that, You are the Man of my dreams, Master. Always have been. Most times, with other Doms, I imagine I’m with You. But You’re better than the things I used to think about. And I wasn’t ready yet, as You like to keep telling this slut.”

“You sure, boy? I’m serious.”

“Sure, Master. And You’ll know for sure the first time You take me to the club collared.”

“We’re not going there until you are collared, so it will be at least a month. Spike said three weeks for the collar, remember?”

“yes, Master. But You’ll know. Take my glasses away from me if You want so I can’t really spot out who is hot and who is not.”

“not a bad idea, boy. or keep you blindfolded most of the time.”

“hot! SHIT! Did I say that out loud?”

Master chuckles. “You did, boy.”

“As long as I always know where You are. And You’re protecting me.”

“Don’t you worry your little brain about that, pup. I’d never risk any possibility of danger with you. So if you are unable to see, know that you are ALWAYS safe, and anyone who interacts with you in any way has already received my permission.”

“thank You, Master. this slave shouldn’t have worried at all since it is always so safe with You. I love You, Master.”

Billy slides his hand round the back of my neck. No collar right now because we’re in public. Finally we get to the place, much nicer than where we were last time. Pretty crowded, but we get seated in a booth and I’m is happy about that because it’s a bit more private. Besides, there’s a lot of busy noise in this diner. Obviously very popular.